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sarahsmi13s · 1 year

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Told Them (pt 3)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x wife!reader

characters: jake seresin, y/n seresin, grayson seresin, kennedy seresin, dagger squad, penny benjamin

warnings: third person pov, she/her pronouns used, domestic hangman, mentions of teen pregnancy, adoption, mentions of underage drinking, i believe that’s it

word count: ~3.6k

a/n: 3/3 (3/3) okay so I know i said this was supposed to be 3 parts but had i done this last part all at once it would have been unproportional: 3.4k (part 1), 2.9k (part 2) and then 9.4k (part 3)

soooo i broke part three up into 3 parts

lightly proof-read

part 3 summary: after nearly losing his son, jake decides to tell the team about his family and invites them to his home for a cookout

part 3.3 summary: as the night comes to a close, the daggers learn more about jake and y/n’s relationship

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3.1 pt 3.2

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It’d been a few hours since everyone had eaten and Reuben was currently chasing around Kennedy, finally catching her and flipping her upside down. “Got ya!” Kennedy squealed and laughed as she hung there.

“Her shirt is absolutely adorable. Where did you get it?” Penny asked, turning to Y/N with a smile. “It was actually mine my freshman year of high school and I just kept it around even after I grew out of it. My mom found a way to turn it into a kid’s shirt and asked if she could do it with that one for Kennedy. I knew I was never gonna wear it again, so she turned it into a kid’s shirt but left room to grow.”

“What does it say?” Beau asked, squinting a little trying to read it from a distance. “Hang-girl,” Y/N told him with a laugh. “It’s no secret that that girl loves her daddy.”

The group laughed as Jake sat up proudly at the statement his wife made.

Reuben jogged over and dramatically fell onto the deck. “I never thought I would be this tired from chasing a five year old.” Jake chuckled and sipped his beer, “Kennedy will do that to you. She’s chased chickens for a good portion of her life.”

Mav tilted his head, “Don’t you mean chase by chickens.” Jake shook his head, “No.” “Oh yeah, ever since she could walk she’d boss us around at practice and chase us around the track,” Grayson said.

He tilted his head back, “Ain’t that right sister?” “Uh-huh!”

They watched her plop down in the grass and roll around.

“Oh, sweet girl don’t-” “I think it’s a little late, Darlin’.” Y/N covered her mouth as she giggled, “Jake, she’s gonna get all itchy.” He laughed and pointed to his right, “We’ve got a hose.” “You’re ridiculous.”

The adults, and Grayson, talked a little more. Mostly family questions now, just getting to know each other a little better.

Y/N was snug under Jake’s arm. He’d place kisses to the part in her hair and she’d look up at him every time he spoke, him doing the same with her.

“So, I told the client that- Kennedy Hazel what do you have in your hand?” Y/N pointedly said to her daughter.

Jake’s eyes flashed to where his daughter was showing something to Grayson and Bradley. Everyone else tensed a little at the use of the child’s middle name.

The little girl’s eyes met her mother’s matching ones and a smile broke out on her face.

“Come look at what I found Mama!” Y/N pushed off the wicker loveseat and went over to her daughter.

From where Jake and the rest of the squad were seated, they couldn’t see what was in her hands. Both had also reduced their voices to a whisper so they couldn’t hear either.

Then Y/N stood up and just walked over to Jake and sat back down.

“Everything okay?” Jake asked his arm naturally falling around her again. Y/N nodded, “Yeah, it was just a really cool rock.” She sent a subtle wink to her son and Rooster. Kennedy giggled and climbed into Bradley’s lap.

“What was I saying?” “You were talking about some client that was rude,” Javy reminded. She snapped her fingers, “Yes, thank you.”

She sat up, talking with her hands, “No okay, so this lady really had the nerve to say I was trying to ‘seduce’ her boyfriend because I wore a dress to work. So I told her that she could watch me do his hair, and then we literally talked about how he wanted to propose to her. Shut her up real quick.”

Bob sat up, “Did she not know that you were married?” Y/N laughed, “Oh, she knew. Literally everyone in town knew Jake and I were married. We’d been married for like ten years at that point.” “And she was pregnant with Kennedy at the time. Hence why she wore the dress.”

Natasha covered her mouth as she laughed, “I can’t begin to understand how women think sometimes. I’m a woman and I don’t even understand my own thoughts.” “I know right, it’s crazy.”

“Y/N, what’s in your pocket?” Mav asked, leaning forward to get a better look.

His question made everyone look at Y/N’s chest pocket on her overalls.

Kennedy giggled from her spot on Rooster’s lap as Bradley and Grayson shared a knowing look.

As she opened her mouth to speak, a little head poked out of the pocket.

Jake’s eyebrows pinched together, “Is that a baby raccoon?” Jake whipped his head to look at his daughter, who was all giggles, much like his wife as she pulled it out of the pocket. “Sure is!” Jake laughed and shook his head, “How did I not see that when you sat down?”

Y/N arched a teasing brow, “Jacob, are you admitting you always look at my boobs?” “I didn’t think that was a secret,” he smirked and kissed her jaw. “Gross, stop,” Grayson groaned as he cringed at his parents, making everyone laugh.

Jake looked at his daughter again, “Princess, where’d you find this little guy?” “He was under my slide, he looked scared.” “Were there other babies around?” Mickey asked, glancing over to the slide. She shook her head, “Just that one.” The group nodded.

“Okay,” Jake said as he looked at how his wife was holding the kit. She held it just like you would any other animal.

“How are you so comfortable holding it?” Bradley asked curiously. Y/N shrugged, “We grew up in Texas. We’d find all sorts of animals. It was kind of a natural occurrence to just pick up a random animal.”

“Do you remember when Javy found a kitten outside of the field house and carried it around all day?” Javy laughed, “Oh my gosh I forgot about that!”

Natasha shook her head, “Wait, the teachers just let you carry a cat around all day?” “Sure did! It was so funny, he wouldn’t let go of that thing! The teachers really didn’t care all that much, as long as he didn’t let it go to the bathroom in the building,” Y/N explained.

“Was that the one that became the school's barn cat?” Jake asked Javy. “I think so, yeah.” Grayson laughed, “She had kittens right before we left. I almost convinced Mom to bring one home, I was so close.”

“Oh! Do you remember when I found a baby fox in my barn?” Jake asked, turning to Y/N. “Yes, oh my gosh, it was the cutest little thing! I named him Todd.” Fanboy chuckled, “Like the fox from Fox and the Hound?” “Yes, I loved that movie.”

The group laughed before a comfortable silence fell as they each held the raccoon.

When it got to Grayson, Kennedy spoke up, “What are we gonna do with him Mama?” Y/N sighed and looked at Jake, before looking back at Kennedy, “I’m not sure, baby.”

The little girl teared up a bit, “We can’t keep him, can we?” Jake shook his head, “No, Princess, I don’t think we can.” She sniffled and buried her head into Bradley’s chest, tears lining her eyes.

Jake quickly moved to squat down next to Bradley’s chair and gently brush her hair out of her face, “Oh my sweet girl, I know you wanna keep him and love on him. But we can’t give him the proper care he needs.” Kennedy just sniffled again and pressed further into Bradley’s chest.

Bradley rubbed up and down her back as Jake’s thumb wiped the visible tears off her face.

“How about we hold onto him for a few days and look up some nice sanctuaries for him, that way he can be with people that know how to take care of him and you can visit him?” Grayson offered as he held the kit close to his chest.

Kennedy looked at her brother, “Anytime I want?” He nodded, “Anytime you want, sister.”

She looked at Jake and then Y/N, who had come over to comfort her daughter as well. Y/N nodded, a small smile on her face, “I think it’s a great idea. But we need to get a crate to keep him in while he’s here.”

Beau stood up, “I’ve actually got a small one in the back of my truck, you guys can use it. You can have it actually.”

Jake looked up at him, “Are you sure, sir? If you need it-” “Our puppy grew out of it weeks ago,” he waved Jake's concern off. “I’ve been meaning to find someone to give it to. Comes with a small bed too.” Jake smiled and kissed Kennedy’s forehead before standing, “Thank you.”

They went in and through the house to go get both of those things and get it set up.

“Hey, Ma?” Y/N looked to Grayson, “Yeah baby?” “I think when they get back I’m gonna head to bed,” he glanced at everyone before explaining himself.

“I know it’s a little early-” “Hey, you’re fine, Grayson. We get it. Sleep helps with recovery.” He nodded, giving the group a thankful smile.

“Did you take your meds? I know it takes a bit for them to kick in,” Y/N asked gently rubbing his shin. He nodded, “Yeah, I took them when I went to the bathroom earlier.”

Jake and Beau came back outside, “Okay, we’ve got the crate set up.” Y/N stood and gently took the animal from Grayson.

Kennedy slid from Bradley’s lap to give her brother a kiss on the cheek, “Goodnight Gray.” “G’night sister.”

Bob and Mickey helped Grayson up and onto his crutches. “Thanks guys.”

Y/N followed Grayson inside while holding the raccoon to her chest. Jake decided now would be a good time for that conversation. He slipped in behind her and shut the door.

Kennedy went to play some more and the dagger squad started conversing.

“Who knew Hangman could be such a great dad?” Natasha said as she watched Kennedy. Javy raised his hand, “I did. But that’s mainly because I’ve known them both since middle school.” “Well, you don’t count.”

“No, but seriously, I’ve never seen him like this before. It’s relieving,” Bradley said, sipping his beer. “He’s so carefree and it’s obvious he’d do absolutely anything for them.” The group nodded and then just watched Kennedy play.

A few minutes later the couple came back out and sat down.

Kennedy changed focus real quick and ran up to Jake, “Daddy, I’m tired.” He chuckled and hoisted her into his lap, where she nuzzled into his chest immediately.

It didn’t take her long to fall asleep. And after she did, they went back to getting to know each other.

They talked about the dating lives of everyone, their family lives. They talked about high school, just about anything they could think of.

They even got into Pete’s catalog of a love life, jokingly asking when he and Penny were gonna get married.

That’s when they asked Jake and Y/N about their wedding. Natasha and Penny wanted to see pictures of Y/N in her dress and Jake all dressed up.

“Actually, we didn’t have a wedding. We just went to the courthouse with our parents and did it there,” Jake told them. Y/N nodded, “As much as we wanted one, we just didn’t have the time. Grayson was 16 months old and Jake was about to go to the academy.”

Penny finally asked the question that the Seresins had prepared for all night, “How old were you when Grayson was born?”

While earlier Y/N would have been nervous and a little self conscious, now she felt comfortable around the squad after getting to know them.

“I actually had him nearly right after graduation. We graduated on the 16th of May and I had him on the 28th,” she said with only a small bit of nervousness in her tone.

The squad was silent for a moment before Phoenix spoke up.

“You went your entire senior year carrying a baby? That’s seriously impressive. Was it stressful?” Y/N nodded, “A little bit. Mainly because it was a small town and people like to gossip but I had a pretty great support system.” She squeezed Jake’s hand and looked over at Javy, giving him a smile.

“Not like you were gonna get it from that deadbeat-“ Javy clamped a hand over his mouth. “I’m so sorry…” Javy hung his head in shame and everyone glanced between him and the couple with wide eyes.

But, much to their surprise, Y/N and Jake just chuckled, “It’s okay Jav.” They looked at the group, sighing a little bit before explaining.

“The summer before junior year, I had to move. I hated it, but I didn’t have a choice,” Y/N started. “We’d been dating for two years at that point. But we didn’t want to risk long distance so we broke up.”

Jake chuckled, “Not like it did much. We didn’t really date during the time we were broken up. We still talked like nothing changed. Since we had been best friends for so long, nothing really had.”

“Yeah, that’s true, but the summer before senior year I went to a party and they spiked the punch. Now I didn’t know it was spiked until it was too late. I had a lapse in judgment and I slept with one of the guy friends I had. A week later I was told we were moving back to Texas. The guy I slept with was upset I was leaving but I was honest with him and told him I didn’t see us going very far anyway,” she said with a shrug.

“But a few weeks after being in Texas I didn’t feel good and my period was late. So I told my mom and we got a few tests from the store, they were all positive.”

“Did you tell him?” Bradley asked, sitting up. Y/N nodded, “Of course. Even though we weren’t going to be together, at least not in my mind, he deserved to know.”

Jake snorted before shaking his head. “He was an asshole about it though.”

“Yeah, he questioned if the baby was his, basically insinuating that I slept with other people before or after him, and said he wanted nothing to do with the baby. But, hey, I tried right? His parents wanted us to get married but my parents and I shut that down real quick.”

Jake spoke up, “We had gotten back together after she found out. When Grayson was born we took the bastard to court, got a confirmed match on a paternity test, and he signed away his parental rights voluntarily and I adopted Grayson like the next day.”

Beau patted Jake on the shoulder, “Sounds like you’ve been his dad from the beginning.”

Y/N nodded, “He really has. He came with me to every appointment, drove me to and from school, carried my things. We were at each other’s houses all the time, he helped me through it all.”

“Even if we weren’t absolutely head over heels for each other, I wouldn’t have done anything different. This girl has been my best friend since she was born,” he kissed her temple.

“You know,” he chuckled at the memory. “I proposed in the delivery room.”

“Oh my gosh you did not!” Mickey exclaimed, hand covering his mouth. “Did he really?” Bob asked, leaning forward, an amused twinkle in his eye.

Y/N nodded, “He sure did. I was exhausted and he was holding Grayson, doing skin to skin and he just asked me. I mean, to be able to adopt him without me giving up my parental rights, we needed to be engaged or married.”

******

They changed topics and talked for about another hour before Kennedy got restless.

“Come on sweet girl, let’s get you to bed. We can get you a bath in the morning.” Jake passed her off to Y/N.

Kennedy had opened her eyes but kept her head on her mom’s shoulder. “Do you want to say goodnight to everybody?” The little girl just waved to everyone and they all waved back, sending a version of ‘goodnight’ her way.

Y/N took her in after Jake pressed a kiss to Kennedy’s head and told Y/N they’d get everything cleaned up.

*******

After the deck was cleaned, leftovers were put in the fridge or in a container to go home with a pilot. Payback of course had a hearty helping of cobbler to be sent home with him.

Y/N came downstairs not too long after, going right to Jake’s side.

“She out?” “Like a light. Hit the pillow and she was gone.” He chuckled and kissed her head.

Both turned to the group that was in the kitchen.

“Thank you guys for coming over,” Y/N said with a smile on her face. “Thank you for having us. It was absolutely amazing,” Pete said, kissing her on the cheek.

The squad nodded in agreement.

“I wish Jake would have brought you and the kids around sooner. We need to have a girls day with me, you, Ken, Penny, and Amelia,” Natasha said, bringing Y/N in for a hug. “Oh definitely!”

Jake waved his hand and shook his head, “Oh no, you too can’t be friends.” “Oh I think we’re definitely friends,” Y/N laughed, pulling back to look at Phoenix who nodded. “Oh for sure.” Jake groaned, “Lord help me.”

Coyote clapped Jake on the shoulder, “Now you can bring Grayson around for Saturday football.” “You’re so right.”

*****

Everyone slowly made their way out, Beau leaving first and Mav and Penny not too long after.

“I’ve got a question,” Rooster started as they all had a final drink in the kitchen.

Jake swallowed the sip of whiskey in his mouth, “I might have an answer.” Y/N rolled her eyes and gently swatted her husband on the ribs. “What’s up, Chicken?”

Bradley ignored that and asked his question, “Why didn’t you tell us about your family before the mission? Why wait?”

Jake sighed and downed his drink before answering.

“I’ve never told previous squadrons, just my COs knew. Mainly because I never really created a bond with them. Not like I have with this one. Sure, I flew with them and trusted them in the air, but when it came to taking care of my family if something happened to me I wasn’t sure if they would step up to do it.”

Jake glance around at the group, “I’ve flown with y’all for two months and we went on a suicide mission and we all came back. I have no doubt that if I burn in you would be here for them, and not let them push you away. Especially you, Bradshaw.”

Bradley swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. He brought Jake in for a ‘bro hug’ before hugging Y/N.

******

After everyone finished their drinks they talked on the way to the door then out to the driveway.

“Y’all drive safe okay?” Y/n said with a motherly tone before hugging all of them. “And please, don’t hesitate to stop by at all. I’m sure we’ll be having more get-togethers in the future.”

The squad nodded, “For sure Mrs. S.” “If y’all ever need us to babysit or anything, don’t hesitate,” Bob said, as he backed out of the driveway. The Seresins nodded as both groups pulled out of the drive and down the road.

******

Jake and Y/N went straight to their room. Y/N stripped and got comfy before going to the bathroom to do her routine and take down her hair, starting with brushing her teeth.

Meanwhile, Jake did the same, stripping down to his boxers and turning the TV on. He went into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around his wife’s torso. “That went well.”

She nodded, rubbing the makeup remover over her face, “It did. I hope the kids had fun.” Jake scoffed, “Did you see Kenni? She was having a fucking blast. All these new uncles and aunts, that girl will be spoiled.” “Like she isn’t already?” “I do not spoil her.” She rose a brow. “Okay, maybe I spoil her, but that’s not the point.”

She sighed, “I hope Grayson had fun. I know he couldn’t do much, but I still hope he had fun.” “What do you mean? He got to talk about sports and no one brought up the accident or his injuries. When you went to get him some water I made sure to talk to him about it and he said he had a good time,” Jake reassured as he reached down to get cotton rounds from under the sink.

He wiped the remover off her face before getting her cleanser and finishing her routine for her. He topped it off with a warm rag dabbed her face before she splashed it with cold to close her pores.

He watched her gently take out her braids and fluff them to relieve some of the tension as he brushed his teeth.

Jake reached out to twirl a lock in his hand, “Your hair looks so cute this.” She hummed tiredly, “Thank you Honey.” He could see that she was decompressing and was getting tired, “Come on pretty girl, let’s get you to bed.”

He picked her up and she clung to him like a koala. He just chuckled and turned off the bathroom light before going to the switch in the bedroom to do the same.

Jake managed to get into bed with her hanging on him, and she shifted to the side when he laid down.

“You can go right to sleep, Darlin’. I’m just gonna watch some reruns.” She nodded and nuzzled into his neck, placing a small kiss there. “I love you Jake.” “I love you too Y/N.”

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hiiiii! i’m happy you’re here! thank you for reading!

this is the final part!!! i hope you enjoyed it!

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KINKTOBER '23 DAY 1- Jason Todd/Reader

PEGGING|MACRO/MICRO|LEATHER AND LATEX

I know I'm a day late, posting this on the second, and I make no promises of completing the month, I just thought it would be fun. Also I will be using @kinktober2023 's prompt list. Also, I wrote this in ten minutes while half a sleep so it might not be great lmao

It was thrilling for him, to be overpowered by someone so much smaller than him, to have her strap, unproportional to the rest of her body, pressing so deeply and so sweetly inside of him. He was on his back, his wrists attached to the headboard with his leather belt, and his feet attached to the posts at the foot of the bed with another one of his belts. She was wearing nothing but the strap and a pair of leather gloved that Jason had gifted her for riding on his motorcycle with him. Those gloves, adorning her hands, had a grip of iron on his ass cheeks, pushing him off of her cock, and pulling him back onto it. She was half his size, at best, which was unsurprising considering the fact that Jason was well over 6'4, and was built like a tank. The size difference did absolutely nothing to prevent her from turning him, who was a giant, murderous vigilante, into a pliant fucktoy for her pleasure, and her pleasure only. There was a vibrator on the clit-end of the strap, and everytime his hips hit hers, it was rammed onto her, sending bolts of pleasure through her. The fact that Jason was getting off at all was just luck. That wasn't his purpose, as he was reminded of when one of her gloved hands reached up, and boy, did she have to reach far, and wrapped around the front of his neck, squeezing hard. That only forced another desperate, sluttly whine from the behemoth of a man beneath her.

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LOVING YOU | YUTA OKKOTSU X FEM!READER

002. SELF PURPOSE

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Your group heads to an elementary school to rescue two missing children. What awaits you is much larger than expected, literally

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Injuries

WORD COUNT: 2.1K words

INTRODUCTION | CH1 | CH3

The car ride would've been awfully awkward for Okkotsu. After you arrived at your destination, he silently thanked you. If it weren't for you trying to get to know him, Okkotsu would've been painfully sitting in the car between two silent girls.

"Where are we?" Okkotsu asked.

The group of sorcerers walked pass an open, red entrance gate. Some feet away were multiple of flower beds that laid in front of the building's entrance. You were in awe of the tulips that grew.

"This is just an elementary school," Gojo supported his arms behind his back. "Well, an elementary school where kids have gone missing."

"Missing!?" Okkotsu repeated.

"Schools are prime locations for curses. It probably manifested here naturally."

"W-were the kids attacked by a curse?"

"Yeah, two that we know of."

Maki chimed in, "Places with lots of memories tend to generate more curses. Schools. hospitals. People's negative emotions from those memories pile and result in curses."

Okkotsu quietly hummed. He wondered what kind of curses he must've caused to form. For years he was surrounded by his own negativity, drowning in it. His emotions must've formed something big.

"Exorcise the curse, rescue the kids, and retrieve the dead, if there are any," Gojo ordered.

You crossed your arms, "Let's hope there aren't any, especially if they're kids."

Gojo hummed in agreement, putting up two of his fingers. He recited, "Emerge from darkness, black or still. Purify that which is impure."

Pooling from the sky, dark blue began to droop down in a half cylinder around the school. You female sorcerers kept on unaffected faces while Okkotsu gawked at the sight in front of him.

"The veil keeps jujutsu hidden from non-shamans," you told him after his comment about it turning into night.

"Okay then," Gojo turned around and began to exit the curtain. He waved ominously, "Don't go dyin' on us now."

Okkotsu whipped his body around, "D-die!? Sensei!"

Gojo's figure only fully disappeared when the veil was fully down. Maki called for Okkotsu and told him to pay attention. He followed her finger, which was pointed at you.

Standing farther than the other two, you had your katana drawn in front of the three cursed spirits. They were white and each had a single eyeball on the top of their unproportioned bodies, stitches keeping them together.

"G-get in," the middle curse brought the flaps apart and tore the thick stitches. "Get i-inside?"

The cursed spirits bared their large terth and slimy tongues at the trio. Everyone stood still for a moment before the curses began to messily scurry towards you. Okkotsu visibly freaked out.

"They're coming!" he shrieked. "W-w-what do we do now!? G-guys!?"

"Be quiet," Maki sushed him.

The green-haired girl did not bother to worry. Both she and Okkotsu watched you hold up your sword. Cursed energy surrounded it before it turned into a clear liquid.

"Water's coming from the sword?" Okkotsu tilted his head as if all the worry disappeared within him. He was only left with both confusion and amazement.

You slashed your blade diagonally, the water slashing through the three cursed spirits easily. They disintegrated, and small puddles of water formed around the disappearing ashes.

"Here's a lesson," Maki rested her polearm on her shoulder, "weaker curses team up. I guess normal people do that as well. Got that?"

"We should get going now," you waved them over.

"Wow..." Okkotsu muttered. "B-but, uh, go where?"

"Inside of the school. That's where the curse we have to exorcise will be," you pointed at the building.

"Oh, okay."

The trio of sorcerers then entered the curse-infested school. As you and Maki walked in front, your eyes surveying the building, Okkotsu trailed behind.

To your dismay, the noirette was awfully close to both you and Maki. He jumped at every little noise, and looked around with a scared expression. You turned and stopped for a moment. You did this so that you would walk side by side with him.

You asked, "Do you think you'll be alright? You've been shaking a lot."

Okkotsu nodded, gulping. For someone who was supposed to be alright, he continued to fumble with his fingers and turned his head in various directions. He was real convincing.

"But aren't you two s-scared? Fushiguro-san? Z-Zenin-san?"

"Don't call me by my last name," Maki barked with her arms crossed.

"Just call me by my first name because everyone else does," you smiled to hopefully ease him.

"O-oh, sorry, and I'll do that Fu- Y/N-san," the noirette looked behind him. "It seems like there should be g-ghosts. Well, I could already sense there were..."

The boy straightened his back to rid of his greatly hunched-over posture. He made sure to stay even closer to you because Maki still scared him.

"S-something moved!" Okkotsu bumped into the you after he noticed the movement.

"Don't fret about it. You'll be fine because us three are working together," you decided to sheath your katana again.

Clearly something was off because there were many cursed spirits inside of the elementary school, yet none of them had made their moves on the you.

Through the many windows, you could see different cursed spirits only watching. Usually, cursed spirits did the opposite of this.

Maki seemed to notice it as well, "Hey."

"Yes!?" Okkotsu jolted at the sudden call for him.

"What grade level are you?"

"Huh? In english proficiency?"

You explained it to him, "Sorcerers are assigned rankings— usually grades four to one. Cursed spirits are also given grades, so a grade two sorcerer like me should be able to defeat a grade two curse. Does that make sense?"

"I guess so," Okkotsu blanked. "But I only just got into Jujutsu Tech. I don't think I got one..."

Maki groaned in annoyance, "Forget it, just give me your ID. You got one from the blindfolded bastard."

Okkotsu sweatdropped at what Maki had called Gojo, but pulled out his ID anyway. Maki swiped it from his hands harshly, you going to her side because she was curious as well.

"I'm guessing you're a grade four because you have no experience," Maki said before she scanned the item.

Both your and her eyes widened, "Special grade!?"

Currently, there were only two other special grade sorcerers. Satoru Gojo and Yuki Tsukumo, both adults and way out of Okkotsu's league.

A boy who feared weak creatures was nothing compared to a man who could destroy Japan with the tips of his fingers.

While you girls were shocked, Okkotsu had called, "Zenin-san! Fushiguro-san! Guys! Guys! Guys!"

You blinked a couple of times, "Yes?"

"Behind you..."

Following his pointing finger, you turned around to see a blue cursed spirit staring at you. A couple of steps towards it, and any of you would be able to touch it.

BAM

The cursed spirit suddenly crashed through the building, causing the three sorcerers to fly up into the air while all the windows shattered. The curse was also on top of the roof now, beginning to watch the teenagers like prey.

"Damn!" Maki cursed. "Kinda big, aren't ya!?"

"Where was it even hiding?" you questioned as you glanced to her left.

You could see Okkotsu spinning around. His eyes were shut as he panicked and screamed. You focused your attention back on the cursed spirit in front of you, about to draw your katana when you suddenly felt paralyzed.

Looking down, you were greeted with the sight of the curse's mouth. Teeth poked out at all sides of its throat, and those very teeth grazed you and Maki.

You also felt the weight on your waist become lighter. You were forced to watch your katana fall towards the ground. You couldn't even reach out to grab it when you and the other two had been swallowed whole.

Hitting the rough and bumpy surface, Maki screamed, "Dammit! I dropped my cursed tool! You, cursed spirit, let us out of here! LET US OUT NOW!"

"Please don't yell," you requested as you suddenly felt dizzy.

Okkotsu regained his consciousness from the loud voice, "H-huh? Where... where are we?"

"Inside the curse. Don't pass out on me," Maki ordered with an angry tone.

The boy's droopy eyes widened, and he felt himself begin to sweat, again. Did he hear the green-haired girl correctly? Did they seriously get eaten?

"We got eaten!?" he shrieked. "N-no way... No way we..."

"Where's that curse of yours when we need it!?"

"I don't know when she'll come out! What do we do!? Ahh!"

"Y/N," Maki called and the said girl glanced up at her, "you can do the dragon thing, right?"

"Sorry, no. I don't have great control over the smaller version, like I have with the original. B-but even so, it's too cramped in here. I don't want to injure anyone," you felt herself start to heat up.

'Am I… sick? Since when?'

You tuned out your classmates' conversation, and also the little boy who called out for help. Soon enough, you fell onto your back from your sitting position.

"Is she okay!?"

That question from the little boy made Okkotsu and Maki turn to their classmate. They saw you laying down, your stomach slowly rising up and down.

"Fush-!" Okkotsu cut himself off when hearing another thud, "Zenin-san!"

On Maki's leg was the gash she received from the curse. Around the injury were small green eyeballs. The pupils moved around, a sign that it was active.

"What's this wound? I-is it cursed?" he then looked at his other female classmate, seeing the same thing on your hand.

Unknowingly, you also suffered a wound on the area beneath your neck. That's why you had felt the effects of the curse quicker than Maki did.

"Are they going to die?" the little boy asked as tears came from his eyes. "Please help!"

Helping someone out— that was something Okkotsu could almost barely do. For years, as he had Rika by his side, almost everyone he encountered had been injured.

Just how was he supposed to do something that seemed impossible? Especially when theres four people who need him. How could he save them when left to his own hands?

His voice was like a whisper, "But I can't even do anything..."

His jacket was gripped right after those words escaped his lips, the source being Maki. She had managed to sit up, although her breathing was heavy and her eyes lidded.

"Why the hell did you enroll into Jujutsu High? To do what? What d'you want!? What did you expect from here!?"

Motivation, it was something you needed to live. It was even more important to a sorcerer, someone whose job is to save other lives.

"I don't want to hurt anybody anymore," Okkotsu confessed. "I tried to run away and dissapear, but he said I'll be lonely. I couldn't disagree with that."

The cursed boy originally did not want to come to the jujutsu technical school. The people around him would be asking to get hurt, and that was something he didn't wish for.

But being by yourself, that was also a curse.

"I want to be with people, to have somebody rely on me! I want to believe that it's okay to keep on living."

You couldn't keep herself quiet anymore, even if it hurt, "We're relying on you. You have an uncontrolled p-power, so learn to control it. That's why you're at the school."

You coughed, catching your breath. Maki also released her grip from Okkotsu's white top, letting you take over. After all, you were always better with your words.

You continued after you swallowed, "It's okay for you to live because you're here to learn about the world and how to protect it. If that doesn't feel right to you, then you have to keep living to figure out what does. That's what Jujutsu Tech is all about. Everything is part of trial and error. If you do something wrong, that’s okay. As long as you don’t let it stop you, you can get up and just try again."

Okkotsu processed your words. This new school he just joined, could it really help him find his purpose? There was no way to tell but just like you said, he needed to live through it to figure out.

Even if he couldn't do something with his own hands at the moment, he wasn't left alone. She was a power he could manifest at any moment, if he knew how to.

"Rika-chan," Okkotsu called while he held the ring that was on the necklace he wore. After hearing a reply, he broke the chain to take the plain silver jewelry and put it on his finger. "Lend me your power."

WRITTEN: 10/26/2021

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

i'm not sure if you've noticed, but i had rika and yuta be best friends who promised to stay friends forever instead of friends who promised to get married. this was for the sake of the story's pacing

the next 2 chapters are also shorter since they’re pretty much transition chaps, so i’ll upload them as soon as i finish editing them. i still got some assignments to do and a test later today 😭 (this whole post was queued up the night before)

#୨୧ [ loving you ]#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #okkotsu yuuta x reader #yuta x reader #okkotsu x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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I know the dice tell half the story or whatever but I swear to god if Lizzie's arc doesn't end with her getting to go to Feather-brook with Jay and just going to visit Ava's grave so she has an opportunity to actually grieve I'm going to scream.

Like it's fucked up that Ava died they way she did but it's also doubly fucked up that Lizzie couldn't be at her funeral, couldn't have space to grieve like at all. She and Caspian just had to run for their lives again because of the massacre. I find Lizzie's parallels with Chip interesting because sometimes it really feels like Lizzie was kinda of the less loved out the two on the Black Rose. Drey doesn't remember her (that's not really his fault cuz B.L.O.C.K but I'm sure it doesn't hurt any less). Captain Rose didn't leave anything for her on Onwnwa. We don't really know anything about Chey besides she's a cook and described as Lizzie's caretaker? I think the only one of the Black Rose that expresses some concern for her besides Chip is Roofus. I don't know where I'm going with this. But like when Chip said something about Lizzie is only going to find death in a war, it's true but like where does Lizzie channel all that anger, the passion, the lost love into.

She can't give it to the remaining of the Black Rose - they've forgotten her

She can't give it to her crew - she has to protect them because she's already lost two, so what's stopping life from fucking them over a third time

Idk the "Person who lost their love tragically seeks unproportional revenge" trope is done in a lot of stories but it really resonates for me with Lizzie because it's almost not even all about Ava. Lizzie mental state is literally a death by a thousand cuts 1. The Black Rose 2. Chey's Death 3. Whatever the fuck Shadowbeard did (Lizzie didn't say a lot about him but he didn't sound like a god person) 4. Then Ava

I need this girl to get therapy my god. Sorry this post went of the rails I just need to have some screaming crying about captain Elizabeth hours

#Ava/Lizzie/Edyn tramuatized older sister emotional support group lets goooo #just roll with it #jrwi spoilers #jrwi chip #jrwi riptide #jrwi show #jrwi podcast #jrwiblr #jrwilb #lizzie lafayette #jay ferin

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Funky hcs, cybertronians purring when content or happy, or making small chirps to eachother when too lazy to use words (cliffjumper would do this)

Smoll sparkling instinctually climb on their parents backs like possums do, so imagine starscream with the jettwins clenched on his back sleeping while he's working.

Dreadwing easily get flustered if someone flirts with him.

Starscream thinks dreadwing is attractive, but would never say it even if you torture him lol

Prime finial move like cat ears

Soundwave probably has stray cats in his quarters

When it becomes too cold, cybertronians curl around eachother for warmth.

Sparklings have 4 stages in early years before becoming a youngling, bean, too smoll to move, only chirp and sleep and eat, waddly stage, they're still pudgy but they're grown a bit, their optics open and they waddle to get to places, serval kitten, lanky limbs and unproportioned body structure, zoomes everywhere, uncoordinated as all hell, loud, and finally semi youngling, or a nibbling, where they start to walk on two legs intsead of four limbs, this is the stage were they become more talkative and have longer conversations.

Well since this isn't super specific, here are some additional headcanons of mine to go with this.

In relation to sparklings:

Newforged sparklings are practically animals. The youngest can hardly move most times, but frag it all when they really put their spark to it they can be terrifying and bolt on all fours.

Sparklings, when without a caretaker, travel in small packs. The youngest will magnetize themselves to the oldest and they roam wild until they develop higher processing abilities or are adopted.

Newforged sparklings have denta sharp enough to rival a scraplet and can and will bite when approached.

Sparklings have a natural desire to seek out civilization through special code and find said civilization via a special set of sensors that allow them to detect spark signature density.

They lose these sensors as they age, often signifying the activation their higher cognitive functions. However if left stranded once these sensors are lost, the sparkling in question will turn out to be more wild in response to lack of exposure to other mecha.

Sparklings have zero preferences when it comes to fuel and will devour anything with even a hint of energon in it. This includes but is not limited to dirt, bugs, small-mechanimals, any energon powered tools, and even energon crystals five times their size.

Sparklings can unhinge their jaws slightly to devour larger energon portions. This can lead them to get things stuck halfway down their intake after a failed attempt to eat it.

Sparklings choose their own caretakers when left to their own devices. These chosen caretakers often end up doing better in raising their charges than those not selected personally, but this is not always the case.

It is incredibly rare for two sparklings to choose the same caretaker and get along because most refuse to tolerate a sibling who is in their minds, competition for scarce resources.

Sparklings are slow to bond to their caretaker but surprisingly possessive even before a bond is established.

Sparklings are known to fight over potential caretakers when there are not enough or two or more take an interest in the same one.

Once bonded to their caretaker, sparklings will make their claim clear to any others they see, often hissing, chirping, or otherwise making a racket to prove that the mech they chose is theirs.

Grounder sparklings will magnetize themselves to their caretaker's back so they can still see what is going on, fliers will hang off the shoulder, minicons prefer hiding in their caretaker when possible, and triplechangers/beastformers are more fond of hanging onto an arm or leg.

Sparklings shed armor as they grow and develop new plating as they age. They start off fairly smooth and round but gain more sharp edges and defining features with time. Wings and other such kibble grow in right before younglinghood.

In relation to Cybertronian Habits:

Cybertronians are not a very touchy race. They do not physically touch one another often because they have EM fields to make up for body language.

Touching is considered a very intimate thing when not in a professional setting. It is only done between those who trust one another or are familiar enough to be somewhat at ease.

Shoulder touches and small lingering interactions of similar variety are common among co-workers and friends.

Clasping arms or being particularly close is something found only among close friends, Amica bonded, or political allies.

Full blown hugs are something meant for family and family alone. It is a rare gift.

Touching helms is considered the highest form of intimacy and is reserved solely for Conjunx Endura or caretaker's and their sparklings. There are rare cases where it is seen between abused mecha bound together by trauma, but beyond that it is a sacred thing.

Caste, or rank determines how much a mech is allowed to express themselves.

Low caste mecha are expected to keep their helms low and be quiet, but are otherwise not forbidden from being more touchy and interactive.

Middle caste mecha are required to be chaste in all sorts of interaction. Their EM fields must be held close and their outward expression must be carefully controlled. Intimacy of any kind in public is frowned upon.

High caste mecha, depending on function are either required to show nothing or allows to express themselves however they see fit.

This bleeds into behavior in both Autobots and Decpeticons due to how deeply these stigmas were rooted.

When startled Cybertronians flare their plating to look bigger.

Most Cybertronians have built in tracking systems and will automatically track small lights like laser pointers when unfocused. This behavior has been largely trained out of the bots involved in the war, but it can still be seen when the bots are tired.

Even Optimus Prime can end up whipping around to track a small light when exhausted before he refocuses.

Cybertronians naturally do not speak but rather sing to communicate. Spoken language was introduced by the Quintessons but has since only been used in formal situations to show attention and understanding.

Cybertronians don't really get cold. Their sparks keep their internals somewhat warm, but when they do end up reaching an environment so cold it can reach their cores, they group together and connect via special cables to share heat.

When too hot, Cybertronians can shed their outer layers of armor. More often than not they simply flare their plating and work their fans to cool down since it can take weeks if not months for shed plating to regro.

It is also healthy and normal for a Cybertronian to shed their plating after a few centuries of wear and tear so that fresh plating may grow in its place.

Shed plating is often eaten by the Cybertronian who lost it as a way to conserve resources.

There are even special recipes designed to make eating shed plating more palatable.

Cybertronians all have mandibles in their intakes which they use to process energon. They can extend their mandibles and the tubing attached to it if required, but it is uncomfortable for those no longer sparklings.

Mecha left alone in groups will form clans on instinct. The biggest among them automatically ends up activating more protective codes while the smaller become more sensitive to changes in the area.

After the Quintessons invasion, all Cybertronians forged from the Well are coded with an instinctual hatred toward the invaders and are all modeled to be best able to resist the invaders should they come again.

Random tidbits:

Optimus had sensory panels when he was still wild, ones that flared out from the sides of his helm much like insect antennae. They were far more sensitive then and have since been armored and largely hidden. He still brings them out on occasion though just so that he doesn't forget how to use them.

Arcee originally had a bright pink and white paintjob. She only changed it after the war began to inspire fear in her foes. She actually misses her old paint dearly but it too involved in her persona to drop it now.

Being from the early ages of Cybertron's history, Ratchet has a few modifications that no modern mecha possess. One such mod is his innate ability to operate with less energon. His frame was designed to retain energon and use it more efficiently, therefore making it less common for him to fuel as often as the others.

Bulkhead actually wanted to be an architect before the war but was denied entry into school because of his frame type and instead joined the wreckers after being rejected. In his free time he still comes up with building plans sometimes.

Bumblebee was known to have one of the most beautiful voices among Autobot troops before he was made mute. He could reach pitches that no others could and was even able to perform feats of song known to only be possible to those with mods or highly sensitive vocalizers. Losing his voice didn't hurt most because he couldn't speak, no, it hurt more because he could no longer sing.

Ultra Magnus received a frame upgrade sometime in his past that was highly experimental at the time. It made him larger, sturdier, and overall a force to be reckoned with. However he gets pains and phantom aches where old kibble used to be due to the relative newness of his mods at the time.

Wheeljack almost invented space bridges by accident before they were conceived by council scientists. He was trying to make a bomb that would tap into the void to create a mini black hole and instead made a small portal. He brushed it off as failed experiment at the time and didn't learn till long after that he had concocted space bridges before they were even a thing and didn't even know it.

Megatron has not shed his plating in over two millennia and continues to refuse to do so for various reasons he will not state despite the fact that his armor is old and getting rather frail at the base. He works around this by strengthening his armor with special salves and injections so that he need not shed it.

Starscream once had a far more appealing frame that he ended up getting changed during the war after receiving an injury that nearly shredded his entire outer armor. He never had much of an opportunity to change it back to how it was after that, but he does dearly miss his previous appearance even if he never says so.

Soundwave was once a very bulky mech and only slimmed down after he left the senate to try and emulate spark eaters in a rather quiet act of defiance toward his previous companions. He much prefers being seen as similar to the monsters of old instead of as an intimidating but ultimately fallible mech.

Shockwave sometimes has moments where the shadow play wears off long enough for his previous personality to make an appearance. It is very rare, but when it happens he is often kept locked away so he can't go running to Optimus who was once a friend back when he was Orion Pax.

Knockout used to be a flight frame and only lost his wings due to an accident. He pioneered the way to changing his alt-mode to fit in, but he still misses the skies and sometimes likes to stand on tall structures to feel the wind. He even likes to skydive if he is sure there is a landing place for him or some sort of security to keep him from falling to his death.

Breakdown actually once wished to work in sparkling care but was denied because of his alt-mode and frame type. The skills he picked up and the knowledge of sparklings he accumulated has largely found use with the Vehicons due to their relative youth. He tends to baby the Vehicons when he can and they appreciate it.

Dreadwing once had a duel to the death with a noble back when he was very young. He won, but got a nasty scar across his chassis in the process, one that never fully recovered and has since been covered. Skyquake got an engraving in the same place to match the scar so Dreadwing didn't feel so alone.

Arachnid almost joined Sentinel's science division as a researcher and only left at the last moment because of the threat of being shadow played.

The Vehicons play dead when it battle against Optimus. They have long learned that if they stay down after being hit Optimus won't kill them and they won't be punished since they were "hurt".

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #team prime #decepticons #headcanons #cybertronian culture #world building #I haven't done a post in this style in a while #bit of a callback #welp I hope these made sense #my tired brain has many good ideas but they don't get written very well

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✩ You can't escape! (the Music of the Night) Tsukasa / reader ; Aname / reader; Kou / reader — home ; masterlist - previous chapter : next chapter

II . . . LITTLE LOTTIE, FRANCE AWAITS

The bustling city of Paris rolled by the carriage window, citizens, women, men, and children alike, walking down the stone sidewalks and carriages were being pulled on the cobbled streets. The architecture that built one aspect of French culture spiraled above me, small details that would be missed by the unwatchful eye sitting in wait as it composed a scene of beauty and passion; France, Paris!, it was all so intoxicating even from within the carriage, I couldn’t resist taking in a deep breath as the song of hooves clanking away on the street and laughter and chatter from the streets filtering into the carriage, continued on. “Don’t get used to it all yet, Lottie,” Kou would tease upon seeing my deep breath in and out, noticing as my relaxed and almost homey expression; One I frequently wore once I was able to assure myself that I was in France, and this wasn’t another daydream. “Oh hush, Kou! Let me soak it all in.” The grin stretched upon my face, “It’s going to be my new home for the season, after all! Well, that is, if I’m able to pass through auditions well enough that I can be a part of the ensemble.” There was always an itching feeling in the back of my head, a doubt that was too far of a leap; That I should have picked somewhere else in France to start, slowly building myself up until I was truly ready for the Lotus Populaire. But, then, there were also the years of courage I had built up from countless sessions in London, where I ran as lead in the Operas there! So surely, this shouldn’t be so different.

Kou would let out a snicker-like-huff at my words, “I know, but just remember what we’re here for. . .an audition-” “-an audition, which I’m sure you will ace,” The words came out slightly mocking towards Kou, though all was meant in good fun, as he seemed fairly unamused that I spoke alongside him; seeming to know what he was going to say. “-which I’m sure you will ace!” He would finish abruptly, cutting me off and gaining a rather amused look. He would shake his head, “But we cannot forget that while beautiful, Paris can also be equally as dangerous! We’re going in and out, alright?-” Kou’s words would be interrupted once more during our trip as a melodramatic sigh was drawn out from my lips. There was a silence that followed after, at least, for a moment before Kou filled it. “For being brought up in wealth, you surely act like a commoner.” He would quip, watching as I took a playful, dramatic offense to his words. Like it had been a dagger in my heart, for he had insulted not only me yet my family and bloodline, including my dead relatives into the mix! Like it had been the most unproportional insult to the situation ever! Though then he would receive a scoff, “At least I’m not acting as a babysitter!” “At least I don’t need a babysitter-” “Kou Minamoto!”

“What? It’s true! What am I here for? Surely not just for moral support, you said it yourself!-” Kou rushed out, his hands gesturing out towards me before being held up as though a cop had found him guilty of a capital crime. “I’m here to act as a guard, babysitter, and moral support! With you? I have my hands completely filled playing those three roles and I don’t need for you to get injured or hurt or into some sort of trouble while we’re overseas!” While we’re overseas; He had a point, we were quite a bit away from home, and though we would have lavish accommodations during our three day stay, just long enough for the auditions and final casting, we were still not home. We were not with our families, in the safety and comfort of familiarity. Not even the Lotus Populaire was familiar to Kou nor I, as this would be both of our first instances seeing the new theater in all of its standing glory. And, throughout all of this, Kou was here to ensure I was both happy, suited, and safe. Even if he did call himself my babysitter, which was far from absurd because I simply did not need a babysitter at 21, almost 22! . . . He had a point.

And I would sink back against the seat, a defeated sigh leaving through my nose as Kou quirked a smile up at me. Carefully, he would rise from his seat parallel to mine and plop himself down next to me, drawing his arm over my shoulder and bringing me in close; A comforting side hug, his odd specialties, especially in a carriage ride. “Let me hear your wisdom today, grandfather.” I would tease before Kou even got a chance to speak. There was a roll of his eyes as his hand rubbed against my arm, both a playful warning to watch my wording and a comforting sensation that he was here; That while we were away from familiarity and home, he will do his best to fill such voids and gaps. “Maybe, I’ll let you have a little fun.” Kou started, peaking my attention, “A night in Paris, we can try that restaurant that you always wanted after your auditions tomorrow.” He would offer as the carriage began to come to a slow halt, drawing out until the driver stopped it completely on the cobble streets. There was a moment of blissful silence between Kou and I, a small moment shared in the comfort of the privacy of the carriage. Where not much had to be said other than a small, “I would like that,” as the comfortable silence continued, with some sort of hesitation that lingered in the air. I would notice as Kou seemed to be debating something within his head, he always grew this slightly pensive look with frowned eyebrows and a slightly pouty lip; It was adorable.

“Come on, let’s get out of the stuffy carriage!” I would exclaim, breaking the silence after a long, needed moment, as I grabbed Kou’s hand all too suddenly for him. He would jerk at the motion, seemingly being brought out of his thoughts as I opened the carriage door and, carefully, rushed down the steps to Kou’s protest. Though I barely was listening, it was Paris! And all at once it felt like the homesickness washed away, even for a moment, as I stood in front of the familiar apartment that the Minamoto’s used when they would travel down during season. Kou seemed just as relieved to see the old, but luxurious building as I was, as he parted to go pay the carriage driver and to handle one bag we each brought, full of belongings. It had been a while since Kou and I had been able to visit the old Minamoto France apartment, for the family sparingly came to France anymore due to the old Opera House burning; And I’m convinced that his father believes that it’ll surely happen once more, and of course with the news of the mysterious chandelier–that had been remade countless of times from the Opera Populaire and not moved into the Lotus Populaire, hanging above the seating in the auditorium–falling a handful of times for seemingly no reason solidified such fears within him.

So the apartment sat untouched, saved for some maids that did a routine bi-weekly clean on the old girl, simply to keep out the rats or possible insects that would enjoy to claim an untouched lavish apartment; Dressed in silks and fine leather and even finer wood, all importanted from the best salesman around the globe to provide the utmost comfort on a trip away from home.

“Louise!” A smile beamed onto my face upon the door of the apartment opening. It stifled my giggle as I heard Kou, slightly, struggling with the baggage behind me.

Louise paused with a start, glancing over upon hearing the familiar yet aged voice of a girl she had known all too well. When her eyes rested on mine, a grin couldn’t help but form on her more wrinkled face before she left her post at the door, rushing over to press two greetings kissing upon my cheek. I would return in kind. Despite being Minamoto's French-hired maid, Louise was nothing short of a miracle worker! Though by her appearance, I was sure not many would realize as such; For she was definitely on her aging years, where everything was slowly starting to take a toll on her yet she couldn’t bother to let such ‘absurdities’ – in her own words – show! She was a paler woman, who leaned upon the shorter side as well, who worked in the same clothes she had when she started, though you were sure she cleaned them well, with her hair graying caramel tied up in a tight bun. Yet, no matter her age, her eyes were as motherly as they always had been from the day I met her. “Ah, it has been simply too long!” Louise would grin, her more boney hands finding their way around my shoulder, “Come! Come inside! Mrs. Minamoto already let me know of Kou’s and your arrival! Everything has been prepared, no need to stress. I’m sure you had enough of that during your travels.” Her voice came off soothing, eager and chipper, as she led me into the living room of the flat, motioning for me to sit down on the couches. As I would do so, happily chatting to Louise about our journey from the little old Kingdom to France, Kou would stumble into the flat carrying two bags with a huff. The sound of the carriage’s horse trotting off could be heard through the door, yet you paid it no mind, as Kou would try to heavy the bags once more. . . despite his previous struggles. Louise was quick to notice, and quick to have nothing of the sorts happening under this roof, “Ah, ah! Little Viscount, put those bags down.” She would scold, “You’ve had a long journey yourself, the luggage can be carried by another.” “Louise,” Kou let out an airy laugh as she rushed over to him, ushering the bags to be placed by a wave of her hand. Kou, defeated and not wanting to hurt the old maid, placed the baggage down on the floor with a small, yet charming, smile. “We don’t have anyone else to carry the baggage up, it’s completely alright. I can do it, no need for you too–”

“Oh no need for that! Your father has hired a new assistant, due to my ‘old age’ he says. I told him it was simply unneeded yet he insisted,” There was a playful frown that twinged on Louise’s lips as she spoke about the new assistant, or maybe her aging. I was sure it was a combination of both as she waved Kou to sit on the couches and make himself comfortable, all the while claiming she would go find the new butler. “Well,” Kou started as he stifled back a chuckle, walking around the couches and over to me. He would plop down on the couch, rather dramatically in my opinion, as his arms sprung out on the backside of the couch and his legs extended forward. “I’m glad to know Ms. Louise is as living as ever.” Kou would only receive a head shake in return, his foolishness sparingly getting a remark from me; As instead, I decided to take in the new furnishings of the apartment, as it had changed from my last visit. No longer was everything draped in pretty blues that compliment one another, yet instead had shifted to more browns mixed with maroon. It created a homey feeling, for sure, and no longer stuck out as strange to passersby on the street, who just so happen to peek inside. The living room in particular changed more, as the velvet deep navy couches no longer sat parallel to each other with a oak coffee table in between, yet was now replaced with two maroon red couches shaped like an L, both plush and wrapped in silk, with a small table between them and a matching wool carpet below them. It was a large change from the usual cooling blue tones to now a soothing, yet striking, maroon and spruce; Though it was somehow comforting, almost as though the room and furniture was enclosing to give me a great big, warming, hug after such a long journey–which was enhanced more by the warm orange and pinks hues that filtered in through windows thanks to setting sun. I wouldn’t notice how my muscles would relax against the softer couches, how I had slumped a little, or how my eyelids began to droop ever so slightly.

Yet, Kou noticed and alerted me, gently, to the problem as soon as it came to his attention with a gentle nudge. I had possibly already dozed off, having been awoken to his soft voice, “Maybe you should head to bed,” was his warming suggestion to my cold reply of a head shake. It would be improper to leave before meeting the new assistant that had been hired, furthermore to leave Kou by himself on the first night of Paris when we already have plans made! “Lottie,” Though his sterner voice would seep through, mimicking that of his brothers, as he rose to his feet. His hands grabbed ahold of and intertwined with my own, slowly and carefully dragging me upon my suddenly aching feet. “It was a good few hours from the steamer boat to the carriage ride, and frankly I feel the fatigue nipping away at myself. We’ll push our plans back until tomorrow, you may simply just head to bed and I’ll stay to meet the new Butler.” There was a protest that dared to fall from my lips, though Kou was quick to hush the concerns, especially since he practically left me with no choice. He was stubborn, much so like his elder brother, and I was sure he would not quit until I was tucked into bed. So there was reluctant agreement on my part to his whole ordeal. “Good, thank you, now to bed.” There was a sly hint of concern that filtered through Kou’s words as he gave my hands one final squeeze, before the teasing followed, “I assure you the layout of the flat has not changed.”

He would only get sarcasm in return, “Very funny Kou.” Though I wouldn’t stay around longer than that, as I parted our hands every so slowly before turning sluggishly and exited the living room, walking down the hallways to Kou shouting something along the lines of ‘good night!’ which I would mimic. My hand would rise to slide along the walls of the apartment, feeling the textured walls made out of the smooth wallpaper that I was too tired to pay attention to, run across my fingers as I walked up the hard wooden stairs. They still creaked, even if just a little in my imagination, as I walked up to them as they had done all the years ago. Then down the hallway upstairs to a room nuzzled in the far end of the hall, on the left, near the window that peaked out onto the Paris streets, I would find my room–or more promptly the guest bedroom that I had claimed my own, due to my constant visitation–and would open the door with a familiar swing. Slugging off my shoes, leaving them by the door, I found myself by the mirror that laid by my bed, though not facing it. Without much care, feeling the drowsing hands of sleep caressing my body, I would work on the layers of my clothing, dropping each one until I was suitable enough for bed; Most likely my under clothes that poor Louise would iron out later with a fuss, as a proper citizen would not sleep in such conditions! Though, that would be a problem she would have to fuss about tomorrow, as I would climb into the plush bed and snuggle my way under the blankets. It all felt heavier, comforter, softer than I remembered them being and the question of if the Minamoto family had changed the bedrooms too crossed my mind. It didn’t get to linger long once my eyes fluttered closed, as the sweet release of sleep washed over my clouded mind. It would simply have to be a question for tomorrow.

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#tbhk x reader #jshk #hanako of the opera x reader #phantom of the opera fusion au #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #tbhk hanako #jshk hanako #hanako of the opera #tsukasa yugi x reader #tsukasa yugi #yugi amane x reader #yugi amane #kou minamoto x reader #kou minamoto #tbhk

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starcanwrecked-confessions · 2 months

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i dont get the hype around ted. yes hes a cool character but the amounts of love he gets are unproportional compared to other ignored characters like charlott or ruth

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#confession #starkid #hatchetfield #ted spankoffski

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lifessoshortandsoami · 9 months

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Overthinking

June 2013

"No no no no... I should've lifted my arm more..."

Luna whispered to herself, shaking her head as she critically watched her debut music video.

BTS has just debuted, and everyone was anxious, nervous, and excited, but to say that the girl was feeling most of these emotions would not be a lie.

The 14-year-old girl was sitting on her bunk bed, Jin's tablet in her little hands as she scrolled through the comments.

The comments seemed to be mostly positive, with some calling her cute and a baby and many others praising the boys.

But Luna was disappointed in herself, she hated how she looked so short in front of all the members, and how unproportional she looked, dancing pathetically to fit in.

"I hate this..." She muttered, sighing in annoyance as she scrolled more, trying to find the critical comments to add to her misery.

But suddenly, the other members of the maknae line entered the room, talking about something. Seeing them, a small squeak left the girl's lips as she quickly turned off the tab, putting it beside her on the bed.

Luna felt embarrassed, looking through the comments of their debut music video after almost a month. The others have moved on and accepted the music video to be the best they have done, but not the best they could do. And the girl felt that she would've thought the same if only she looked as good as the boys do in their way.

Hearing the sudden squeak, Jungkook's eyes travel to the girl, who was acting like she was busy... By looking at her hands and mumbling to herself. The 15-year-old chuckled, walking over to her as the soulmates argued about which ramyeon brand is the best.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing..." Luna replied, sneakily trying to cover the tab with the blanket.

But Jungkook was fast at catching on, or rather, the girl was too bad at hiding anything, especially from the boys.

Jungkook reached over and quickly picked up the tab, turning it on to see the screen, raising one of his eyebrows upon seeing the comment section of their debut mv, looking at her.

"Are you still looking at the comments?" He chuckled, showing his bunny teeth, making the girl's cheeks tint pink as she huffed.

Jimin heard Jungkook and exclaimed, reaching over to the bed Luna was sitting on and claiming his spot on it.

"Oh I too read the comments, they're mostly positive, and everyone is complimenting us."

"And everyone is praising Aera! They're all calling her cute and pretty, of course, baby too, since she's such a baby." Taehyung added to Jimin's words, walking over to the girl and hugging her against him, annoying the girl by rubbing his cheek against hers and talking in a baby voice.

"I'm not a baby!" The girl exclaimed, trying to push Taehyung off.

"You are!" Said Jimin, pinching her cheek that was not against Taehyung's.

Luna turned away from the others, annoyed. "No, I'm not!" She hissed quietly, pushing Taehyung off of her. The three boys shared a look of surprise before bursting out into laughter, which soon died down when Jungkook patted her head, ruffling her hair, and sighed.

"Aera, you were searching for the negative comments, weren't you?"

The girl nodded mutely, feeling embarrassed as she felt like she'd just been caught red-handed.

"That's not good for you, you know?" Jimin looked at Luna with a serious face, sitting up and placing his hands on her shoulders. "You've gotta stop reading the negative comments like that. It just makes you upset, and it's not great for your confidence either."

In response, Luna turned away, her hair falling over her face as she looked to the side in silence. "I could've done better..." She muttered,

"You need to stop comparing yourself to us," Taehyung interrupted. "We're all different, and that's what makes us so special."

Jungkook walked over to her, gently parting her hair so he could see her face. "Luna, it's been almost a month since our debut. It's time to stop thinking about it and accept it."

"We're doing this again?" The sudden voice of the oldest member startled everyone in the room, mostly Luna.

Jin sighed and walked over to the bed, sitting on its crossed leg as he gave Luna a stern look, the girl avoiding his eyes. The rest of the boys stayed quiet, letting their hyung handle the situation.

"Luna, we've talked about this before, right? Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, but we don't dwell on our weaknesses. Your dance is strong, your vocals are good, and your visuals are perfect. Stop thinking negatively about everything."

Luna sniffed and nodded. "I guess..."

Jin's expression softened as he ruffled her hair. He looked to the other three boys who were watching the pair intently.

"It's true, Aera. You do have strengths. You just need to work on that self-confidence." Taehyung chimed in,

Luna's cheeks flushed pink as she crossed her arms. "It's not easy..."

"Not easy, but not impossible," Jungkook said reassuringly, placing his hand on her shoulder.

Luna looked up at him, feeling comforted by his words and also annoyed by their truth. "I know... I'll try." She sighed.

Jin nodded, "Good." He ran his hand through the girl's hair, freeing the knots.

"I don't want to see you beating yourself over this again, okay?" Jin said, his voice soft yet stern. Aera gave him a nod.

"Tae, bring a hairbrush, will you?" The oldest asked, gesturing for Luna to turn around, facing her back on him to let him brush her hair.

"Ugh... Why me?" Taehyung muttered, whining but reluctantly getting up.

Luna didn't protest when Jin started brushing her hair, she usually loved when he brushed her hair for her. Jungkook had a look in his eyes like he wanted to tell her something, but held back.

As Luna and Jungkook talked, Jimin and Taehyung played rock, paper, scissors on Namjoon's bed, with Jimin losing most of the rounds and getting his head hit by a rolled-up newspaper.

Night came and all the members were now home, done with their dinner as they all settled down on their beds to rest for the next busy day.

Luna lay in her bed, staring up as her mind raced with thoughts.

'Why is it so hard for me to stop beating myself up over my insecurities?' She wondered, sighing as she turned over to the other side.

As the clock striked 1 AM, Luna climbed up the bunk bed and shook the sleeping Jungkook softly.

"Oppa... I can't sleep..." She whispered, not wanting to wake up anyone else.

Jungkook sighed, it seemed like he was just about to fall asleep. He scooted, letting the girl settle on his bed,

"Come to this side," Jungkook muttered, knowing she'd accidentally fall off if she slept on the other side, where there wasn't a wall. Soon, the maknaes were settled on the small bed.

Luna snuggled up against Jungkook, feeling a bit overwhelmed at his kindness, but also grateful that he'd allowed her to stay there.

Jungkook yawned and wrapped his arms around her, stroking her hair as he felt her start to drift off to sleep. He smiled, his tired eyes closing as he listened to the sound of her breathing, knowing that she felt safe enough to let go of the negative thoughts for tonight

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kittenninja14 · 2 months

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AAAAA!!!!

I love ur Turning Red Ninjago drawing!! Its sooo cutteeeeeeee!!!

Can you show the drawing process of it?

Wow... that was fast, lol.

First of thank you soo much!! <3333

And second, ofc!! :D

So first I got the OG pic

then I studied it for bit.

The style of Turning Red is different than my style and i really wanted to draw this pic in my style so I first made a refrence.

Also in turning red, the people in the pic are girls who have different bodies than the ninjas. SO i had to keep that in mind.

Using the base i started drawing each of the ninjas

I dont have the og sketches bc i cleaned it all up and merged the layers :')

they are lost to time, lol

but needless to say they were weird and unproportioned.

Here's one i managed to find:

(-_-)

yeah...

aNyWaYs

i started with COle bc he's my fav, lol.

Then I did Zane. (he was sooo hard to do, lol)

Afterwrds i did the other boys and the i got this:

Then i started coloring

Zane's facial expressions were so hard to get right

then i added some more colors:

On thing i do to check for mistakes is place my work on a dark background :

there were A LOTTT of mistakes, lollll

but once i cleared that up then i started working on the background.

i based it off of the OG pic

i knew that i wanted a simple background so i just sketched a simple pic, avoiding details.

then i sstarted coloring it using brush that i felt fit the pic well

(the grayed brush is the one i used)

then i continued on:

I kept the opacity to a 72% with density of 38%

then i added the boys onto it

i adjusted the pic here and there and changed the white background to a soft yellowish-orange color.

i then added my signtures/watermark nd voila!!

The final piece is done!!! <333

ANyways, I hope you enjoyed this!! I sure did!! ;3

Feel free to comment/reblog/like the art!! Just click on the last pic to do so!! <3333

Until then, byeeee!!

https://kittenninja14.tumblr.com/post/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and

#ninjago #my art #magma studio #digital art #lego ninjago #art process #THE ART PROCESS #KN14 draws #KN14 answers #anon ask #KittenNinja14 #KN14 rambles

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piosplayhouse · 1 year

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I don't know what brought in the su she ask(s) but I see him mentioned and immediately go like that little jumping black cat with all the emoji hearts around it

I love that man. I have so many thoughts about him. He's not even really that rude or mediocre or any of the slack he gets from being seen through wwx's narrative. He isn't ugly - he's a Lan, apparently there's no such thing as an ugly Lan - but he's forgettable because wwx is forgetful. He isn't weak or mediocre - he is able to hold his own against lwj, and jgy put his trust in him for a reason - but he's subpar because no one holds a candle to lwj in wwx's eyes. He's not even all that rude - he's on the same level of pettiness as anyone else honestly - but because he took offense to lwj, to wwx he may as well have pissed on his boots.

Su She isn't a saint. No one in the book is. He still did many awful things, most if not all of them without the excuse of being pushed to doing them. His morals are just as fucked as everyone else's - but that's because he's just as pathetically human as everyone else is. He just isn't seen that way because his character is literally doomed by wwx's narrative, who refuses to see him as anything else but evil. Su She is literally just some guy. A loyal to fault one, who holds probably unproportional grudges to slights probably unintentional, but he's just. A guy.

and I love him

(which is funny because it started as a joke when no one else in the server liked him so I made it my job to and then became surprisingly very good at it)

anyways have a good day tell the cang qiong cat clan I said meow 🍊

YES!!

What you said in the second paragraph about wwx's lwj vision destroying su she before su she even did anything is so funny because it reminds me of xie lian just randomly thinking about how plain yin yu looks every time he shows up like ok gay ass who taught you to be mean!!

But you're so valid in your su she passions I'm in total respect. Actually just tonight (when Im writing this before it gets tossed into the queue) i came across an interview where the hosts asked mxtx if su she had such complex morals because he was in a relationship with jgy and mxtx was like ... no??? it was so funny. He didn't choose the pick me girl life the pick me girl life chose him.

#mdzs #su she #ss

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lintubintu · 4 months

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I am running on two hours of sleep and a whole tub of icecream. I am hate-drawing an anatomically highly unproportional Häärijä with his dick out showing Tumblr the bird :) He Looks Bad on purpose and I love him.

Will Not Upload Here but let it be known if you want him to flip off your DMs when he is done.

#käärijä #kaarija #I am so salty chips fear me #häärijä

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sarahsmi13s · 1 year

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Told Them (pt 1)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x wife!reader

characters: jake seresin, y/n seresin, grayson seresin, kennedy seresin, dagger squad, penny benjamin

warnings: third person pov, she/her pronouns used, domestic hangman, grayson feels like a burden bc of his injuries, i believe that’s it

word count: ~2.9k

a/n: 3/3 (1/3) okay so I know i said this was supposed to be 3 parts but had i done this last part all at once it would have been unproportional: 3.4k (part 1), 2.9k (part 2) and then 9.4k (part 3)

soooo i broke part three up into 3 parts

lightly proof-read

part 3 summary: after nearly losing his son, jake decides to tell the team about his family and invites them to his home for a cookout

part 3.1 summary: the morning of the cookout and the seresins are getting ready

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3.2 pt 3.3

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Saturday was finally here, and Y/N was stressing out over everything.

“Kenni, did you pick your toys up out of the backyard?” She asked as she moved around the kitchen. “Yes, Mama.” “Did you get your toys out of the living room?” “Yes, Mama.” “Did you put them away, away?” Nothing. “Kennedy, did you put your toys away?” “I put them in my room.” Y/N shrugged, “Good enough for now. They won’t go in there.”

“Y/N, Sweetheart, slow down. It’s not even ten o’clock yet. People won’t show up until three.”

Turning to Jake, Y/N threw her dusting rag at him, “Doesn’t mean I can’t make sure the house is clean.” He laughs with a shake of his head and throws the rag back at her, “Whatever you say.”

Grayson’s voice cut through the morning cartoon his sister was watching, “Dad!” “Yeah?” “Could you bring me a water?” Jake turns to the fridge, grabbing a cold bottle out of it, “Be there in a second!” “Kay, thank you!”

ake placed the cold bottle on the back of his wife’s neck. “Jacob!” He chuckled, “Let me get this to Grayson and then I’ll help.” “Thank you, Honey.” “Of course.”

*******

After Y/N and Jake cleaned the kitchen, living room, downstairs bathroom, and picked up the backyard they got the kids ready.

Now yes, Grayson was 16 but he also just got home from the hospital and needed someone just in case.

“Ken, do you have an outfit picked out to meet Daddy’s friends?” Y/N asked, walking into the living room from outside. She shook her head. Y/N nodded, “That’s okay. Do you want to pick it out yourself, do you want Mama and Daddy to help you pick, or do you want Mama to pick?” “Can you and Daddy help me pick? I want them to like it.” “Princess, they’re gonna love it. They saw a photo of you the other day and they can’t wait to meet you,” Jake said as he squatted in front of her.

“I’m right here, Dad,” Grayson teased. Jake rolled his eyes playfully, “They can’t wait to meet you either kiddo.”

Y/N looked between her son and her husband. “Hey, Kenni, why don’t you go up and pick out three pairs of bottoms and three shirts? Daddy and I will be up in a minute.” The five year old nodded and happily ran up the stairs on all fours. Y/N shook her head laughing, “That girl…” “She’s your daughter, for sure.”

“Grayson, did you pick something out or were you just gonna wing it about thirty minutes before?” Grayson sighed, “Mama, my clothes are upstairs. I can’t go upstairs. But I do have an outfit in mind.”

Y/N nodded, “Okay. Well let us get Ken sorted out and then will get your clothes for you okay, just send me the clothes you want.” He nodded, “Okay.” “Change the channel if you want,” Jake said when he stood up.

Both Y/N and Jake headed up the stairs.

“Do they know?” Y/N asked when they got to the top of the stairs. Sighing, he shook his head, “No, but I wasn’t gonna tell them without you.” She nodded, “Okay, do they even know he’s 16?” Jake shook his head, “I’m honestly not sure how old they think he is.” Y/N let out a shaky breath, “Okay.”

“Hey,” he grabbed her shoulders. “I know you’re nervous. But they are going to love all of you. They will not give two shits, okay. If I thought they’d have a problem with it, I wouldn’t have wanted you to meet them. Your happiness and the kids’ happiness are my top priority.”

She nodded, “I know. I love you.” He kissed her, “I love you too. Now, let’s go see what Kennedy has picked out for herself.”

When they got to their daughter's room, she was actually cleaning but had the 3 outfits on her bed.

“Princess, what are you doing?” Kennedy just shrugged, “Putting toys away. I picked outfits, so I put my toys away.” Both of her parents smiled at her.

Kennedy usually found things to busy herself with if she had to. She got that from Jake; ‘I did a task, let me see what else I can do while I still have the energy to do it.’

“Thank you, Sweetheart. Good job,” Y/N praised her daughter. They had learned when Grayson was little that praise encourages them to do things like this without really having to be asked.

“Let’s see what you’ve got picked out, okay?” Jake said as he lowered himself to the floor. Y/N sat right by the bed and looked over what she had picked out. Kennedy came over and sat in Jake’s lap.

“Okay, how do we wanna do this?” Kennedy just shrugged. Y/N nodded, “Alright. Let’s tackle the bottoms first. Do you want to wear a skirt or shorts?” Kennedy hesitated, “Hmmm, shorts.” Y/N sat the skirt aside. “Okay, and do you want jean shorts or shorts like Mama has on?” Jake asked, referring to the athletic shorts Y/N had on. “Jean.” Y/N pulled down the jean shorts and put them in her lap.

“Which shirt do you want? Captain America, cow, or plane?”

Kennedy adored Captain America, mainly because he reminded her of her dad; which is the cutest thing. The ‘cow’ shirt was actually a University of Texas ‘Longhorn’ shirt that her aunt sent her for her birthday. Then the ‘plane’ shirt was actually one of Y/N’s old shirts, with a tiny paper airplane on it, that her mom made into a shirt for her granddaughter. And underneath it says ‘h_ng-girl’ because Kennedy loves her dad.

“Plane!” She said excitedly. Y/N smiled, glancing at Jake who was smiling down at his daughter. “Alright, sweet pea, let's put it on and see what Daddy thinks,” Y/N said, getting up and holding her hand out. “No peeking,” Kennedy said as she got up. Jake laughed and covered his eyes, “No peeking.”

Y/N quickly changed her daughter’s clothes, “Okay, you can look now, Jake.”

Jake slid his hand down his face, arching a brow as he looked over. “Princess, you look beautiful.” Kennedy giggled and ran to her dad, arms wrapping around his neck.

“Ken, do you want to help get Bubba's clothes and take them to him?” She nodded and followed Y/N out of the bedroom, Jake not too far behind.

Grabbing what Grayson had texted her out of his drawers, Y/N handed the items to her daughter, “Will you go give these to Grayson, sister?” Kennedy nodded, wrapping her arms around the sweat-shorts and black t-shirt before running out of the room.

“Kennedy, be careful! Do not run down the stairs!” Y/N called out, peeking out the door frame just to see Kennedy slide downstairs on her butt.

She groaned and rested her head on Jake’s chest, “That girl is you made over I swear.” Jake chuckled and kissed the top of her head, “You love it.” She hummed and wrapped her arms around his waist, “That I do.”

Placing a kiss to his chest, Y/N pulled back, “I’m gonna shower. You go help Grayson, and then you shower while I’m getting ready.” “Yes, ma’am,” Jake mock saluted and kissed her.

Jake went to the living room where Grayson was still propped up on the couch, watching something on the TV. “You ready?”

Grayson jumped a little, startled by Jake’s sudden presence in the room. “Uh, yeah.” He moves to push himself up off the couch, but Jake stops him. “Grayson,” Jake helped him get to his crutches before grabbing the clothes off the couch.

“How are your ribs?” “A little sore, I need to put ice on them but I can do that after I change.” Jake nodded and followed him to the guest room and waited outside after placing the clothes on the bed.

It was silent for a minute before Grayson spoke, “Hey Dad?” Jake could hear the anxiety in his voice. “What’s up, kid?” He heard him sigh. “Grayson, what’s wrong?” “I don’t know. I just- I feel like I’m gonna be a major buzzkill.” “They’ll understand, Gray.”

“Um, hey, could you come in here?” Jake glanced at Kennedy who was curled into a pillow watching the movie that was on. “Yeah.”

Grayson was sitting on the bed, “Could you, uh, could you help me with my shoes?” Jake nodded and knelt down, sliding the socks onto Grayson’s feet.

“God, I feel like a child.” “Technically, you are.” Jake chuckled and looked up, clearing his throat when he saw the unamused look on his son’s face. “Not helping, got it.” Grayson groaned and rubbed his face.

“Talk to me, what’s wrong?” Grayson hit the mattress with his hands, “I just- I hate this. And it’s only been 6 days, Dad. 6 days!” “It’s hard, I remember when your mom was on crutches, she hated it.”

“I feel useless, you know. Like I can’t help you or Mom around the house. Mom can’t go to work because I can’t do anything for myself… it sucks.” Jake nodded, listening to his son talk and jerked his head up when Grayson sniffled.

Jake abandoned the shoe in his hand and sat beside him. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s okay.” Grayson used the back of his hand to wipe his eyes, “I’m sorry.” Jake shook his head, confused, “Why are you sorry?” “For getting upset about this. For being a burden.”

Jake held his hand up, “No, that is not what we’re gonna do. You are allowed to be upset, son. This is a difficult adjustment for everyone. But never, ever think you are a burden for something that is not your fault. You got hit, you had the right of way and someone hit you. This is not your fault.”

“But Mom has to do everything for me! She’s going to have to cancel clients to babysit me because I can barely do anything for myself. She’s gonna be losing money for weeks!” “Her clients will understand,” Jake tried to reason. Grayson just shook his head.

“How about we talk more about it later with your mom? We can work something out, but right now let’s focus on tonight, yeah?” Jake offered. Grayson took in a shaky breath, “Yeah, yeah that sounds good.”

Jake smiled and moved to put Grayson’s shoe on. “Have you told Mom about any of that?” He shook his head, “No, she’s already doing so much, I didn’t want to pile on..” “Okay, we’ll make sure to talk about it later okay?” Grayson nodded and stood up with assistance from his crutches.

Jake got him an ice-pack and a towel before going upstairs to shower.

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Upstairs, Y/N had showered and was braiding her wet hair, before putting on light makeup. “Looking good, pretty girl,” Jake said as he walked by, smacking her towel covered butt. “Thank you, pretty boy.”

Jake turned the shower on, “Grayson’s having a hard time.” Y/N sighed as she tied the small elastic in her hair. “Says he feels bad for not helping around the house,” Jake said as he undressed before stepping in the shower.

She grabbed her mascara and opened it, “He shouldn’t, it’s not his fault.” Jake stepped under the stream, “I know. I told him as much. But it didn’t change his mind. He also feels like a burden because you’re gonna have to take time off from work to take care of him.” “That boy…” She sighed and closed the mascara. “I told him that we’d talk about it later tonight.” “Sounds good.”

Y/N walked out and into their bedroom, getting dressed in a matching set of underwear.

She stepped out into the hall and at the top of the steps, but out of view, “Kennedy?” “Yeah Mama?” “Do you wanna help me pick out an outfit?”

No words were said but she could hear Grayson chuckle as Kennedy’s bare feet slapped the floor as she ran to the stairs, climbing them.

Kennedy ran past her mom, grabbing her hand and dragging her to the bedroom.

The five year old climbed up on the bed and sat down. Y/N kissed her head and went to the closet. She pulled down a sundress and stepped back into the room, “Dress? Yes or no?” Kennedy tilted her head, “Put it on!” Y/N laughed, “Oh, so you want a fashion show?” Her daughter giggled and nodded.

Shaking her head, she slipped it off the hangar and then over her head. “What do you think?” Kennedy took her pointer finger and made a circle motion, something she learned from her dad.

Y/N laughed and spun in a circle. Kennedy once again tilted her head and tapped her chin. She ultimately shook her head, “Not tonight Mama.” Y/N quickly took it off and put it back on the hangar.

She went back into the closet and tapped her chin in thought. “Ken, do you want to pick out what I try on?”

Two little feet thumped on the floor and a blonde blur was at her side soon after.

“Let’s choose pants first,” Y/N said as she picked her up. She went to the pants section of the closet and Kennedy ran her hand over the hangars. The little girl closed her eyes and went a few more seconds before stopping, “These!” She did her best to pluck the hangar of the rod.

It was a pair of light wash overalls that were distressed all over the front of the leg. Y/N took the pants from Kennedy, “Oooo, these are nice! Good choice. Now, let’s pair it with a shirt.”

She took the hangar from her daughter and placed the article on the bed before going to her drawers. She put Kennedy down and pulled open the drawer.

Y/N had a few shirts that she wore with those pants, so she grabbed them and laid them out.

“Okay, I want you to pick one of these shirts for me to try on. Think you can do that, Kenni?” She nodded, eyes already scanning the shirts. She grabbed a ribbed white tank-top and held it out to her mom. Smiling, Y/N ruffled the girl's hair, receiving an annoyed whine in return, “Thank you, honey.”

She put on the outfit and looked at Kennedy, who was smiling and nodding. “Yeah? This it?” Kennedy nodded, “Wait!”

She ran to the chair by the bathroom door, and grabbed the button-up that was on it, “This!” Y/N laughed, “Sweetheart, that’s Daddy’s.” “And? Put it on!” She shook the shirt, urging her mom to take it. Y/N rolled her eyes fondly and put it on, cuffing the sleeve of the green denim shirt.

Y/N walked over to the full body mirror and adjusted the shirt, bending over to cuff the legs of her overalls.

“Mama, you look pretty! Doesn’t she, Daddy?”

Y/N turned to her daughter, seeing Jake drying his hair with a towel. “You’re Mama always looks pretty, K.” Kennedy rolled her eyes, “I know that, silly. But-” She gestured to her mom, “Look at her!” Jake chuckled and kissed his daughter’s forehead before going to his wife and doing the same.

“You look gorgeous, Honey.” Y/N hummed and kissed his lips, “Thank your daughter, she has impeccable taste.” Jake smiled and kissed her temple, “I love seeing you in my clothes.”

Before anything else could be said, Kennedy pulled on Y/N’s pant leg, “Can you do my hair, please?” Y/N nodded, “Of course, baby.”

She turned to Jake, “All of your clean underwear and undershirts are in the basket still.” “Thank you, Sweetheart,” he pecked her lips and spun her. “Now go, so I can get dressed.” Y/N scoffed, but giggled afterwards and nudged Kennedy out of the room towards the kids’ bathroom.

“How do you want it done?” Y/N asked as she sat Kennedy on the counter. “Like the blonde Black Widow.” “Yelena?” Kennedy nodded, “Yeah, her!” “Okay, so you want the braids?” She nodded. “Alright, do you want to brush it or do you want me to brush it?” “You, please.” Y/N smiled and picked up the brush and did her daughter’s hair.

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After doing her daughter’s hair she went downstairs, daughter on her hip.

“Daddy, Gray! Look, my hair is like blonde Black Widow!” Grayson smiled, “It looks great sister. Do you want to watch Black Widow with me?” Kennedy nodded adamantly and wiggled out of her mom’s hold.

“Your hair looks amazing, Princess. Mama did a good job didn’t she?” Kennedy nodded as she gently cuddled into her brother’s uninjured side. “Yeah, thank you Mama!” “You’re welcome, sweetie. Dad and I will be in the kitchen if you need us okay?” Both kids nodded as the opening to Black Widow played.

“Wait,” Grayson called, reaching to his side. “Could you put this back in the freezer?” Y/N nods and takes the ice-pack, “Course, when will you need it again?” “Probably right before I go to bed. If it hurts at all I’ll let you know.” She nods and she and Jake go to the kitchen to begin prep.

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Dp x Dc

Prompt - Danny is Death and Ra's Al Ghul has been avoiding him for way to long.

I sighed as I looked down at the list in my hands. Ra’s Al Ghul, he was long overdue to join my kingdom. I was fed up with him using contaminated ectoplasm to keep going. If he wasn’t going to come willingly then I was going to force him to come. I huffed out a breath before pulling the hood over my head.

Ra’s Pov

The Batman and his little birds were once again trying to stop me from making the earth a better place. I dodged another blow by the hooded one and swung at the red and black one.

“Damian, you know my plans are only to help the earth.” I called to my grandson. He knew better than anyone what I was doing was only for the benefit for our planet.

“Ra’s your plans are greatly flawed and doom everyone.” Was my only response before he lunged at me with his sword.

Suddenly the Lazarus pit behind me started shifting, turning into a whirlpool draining itself. Once it was empty I saw a hooded figure floating in the middle of the pit dripping with Lazarus water.

“HOW DARE YOU? THIS IS NOT YOUR BATTLE! GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM!” I shouted at the wannabe hero who thought they could interfere with our family business.

“I am here for you. You and I are long overdue for a visit.” The person said as he floated out of the pit and landed on the edge. He pulled off his hood and smiled. His smile far too sharp and his body too angular and long. Suddenly I realized who was in front of me.

“No. You leave me alone. I command you.” I told it as I took a step back.

“Protect me Batman. Damian, come protect your Grandfather.” I commanded them. They just stared at me but didn’t move. I continued to back up as it advanced on me.

“You are long overdue Ra’s Al Ghul. If you do not come willingly I will have no choice.” It said dropping two sickles and spinning them.

“You can not take me. I will not allow you to.” I told it, pulling out my own sword. Before I could even blink before it was on top of me.

Bruce’s Pov

I watched as Ra’s backed away from the figure. Ra’s called for me and Damian to protect him from the being. The being looked unnatural. It had teeth that were too sharp, it was unproportioned, limbs too long for its body and its angles were too sharp to be human. Ra’s was actually backing away from the being as it advanced on it.

“You are long overdue Ra’s Al Ghul. If you don’t come willingly I will have no choice.” It said, it’s voice sounding like millions of screams, it echoed over and over in the empty cave. When I looked closer at the being I saw it’s eyes were glowing like the pit but brighter and more toxic. I watched as two sickles appeared from nowhere and the being spun it. continuing toward Ra’s.

“You can not take me. I will not allow you to.” Ra’s commanded as he pulled out his sword. Before Ra’s could do anything the being was on top of him, pinning him to the ground. I decided that I would at least try to talk with the being.

“I know he has done many wrong things and deserves punishment for it but it is not for us to sentence him to death. We are not meant to choose when his end will come.” I explained carefully. The being’s head turned to face me. It’s neck cracking as it spun too far for a human.

“You are correct. It is not for others to decide when death comes. It is for death to decide and I have decided that he is long, long overdue for an appointment with me. He has been using my gift to your world for evil, to cause suffering, for selfish gains. If he does not come with me then I will have no choice but to take him. Do you understand? I am death.” It said, it’s eyes glowing brighter as the cave darkened.

“You may believe you are death but death is no person.” I continued.

“You are right again but I am no human. And now I must finish what I have come here to do. Bruce Wayne, you will live a long life. Your children have died and I have brought them back to you. I gave you your children back. I wonder.” The being drifted off its head spinning back to Ra’s and pinning him to the ground with one of its sickles. It stood back up and walked over to my kids. I watched as its form changed. It changed from the eldritch being to a teen, with snow white hair and glowing green eyes.

“Danny?” Dick, Jason and Damien asked.

“Hey guys. I’m glad to see you’re adjusting well. You guys know you’re always welcome to visit. I miss having you guys around. And remember Jazz is always there if you need to talk.” The being said as he held his arms open for hugs. I was surprised that Jason and Damian went in for the hug.

“Dami, I know Ra’s is your grandpa but he’s been messing with me too much and now I have to deal with a lot of angry people. If you want me to, I'll be nice about it but I have to admit he’s pissed me off quite a bit.” The being was speaking so differently to my kids versus Ra’s.

“Go ahead. All he’s ever done was raise me as a weapon, just make sure mom doesn’t find out.” Damian said with a small smile.

“Thanks but seriously you guys need to come visit and bring everyone else. I want to meet them.” It said with a kind smile.

“Alright. I need to talk with Jazz soon anyways.” Jason said.

“Is it bothering you?” It asked turning to face Jason.

“There’s still some rage left from it but not enough for you to worry about.” He reassured the being.

“Alright. I’ll let her know you’re coming. Now I’ve got a bastard to deal with.” It said as its teeth grew into long sharp points.

In the time it had been talking to my kids Ra’s had been trying to escape.

“You can not escape death Ra’s Al Ghul.” It said before pouncing on him and tearing him into ribbons. I looked over to Damian to see all my kids had blindfolds on and earplugs in. Jason as per usual was trying to see what it was doing.

“Jason.” The being scolded and surprisingly Jason stopped.

“Danny, come on. I’m old enough to see it.”

“I know but that doesn’t mean you should.” It continued before snapping Ra’s neck and standing up. All the blood that had been all over him was gone and so was Ra’s body.

The being turned back into the teenager before floating over to me.

“My name is Danny and I am Death. I know it’s confusing but I promise it’s true. I love your kids dearly but I really don’t want to see them under proper circumstances. I know that you’re probably freaking out but I mean no harm to anyone that doesn’t use my gifts as Ra’s had. He’s been avoiding me for centuries and it was getting on my nerves so I apologize for the scene I made.” He said as he held out hand for me to shake.

“Don’t worry I won’t steal your soul.” He teased as I shook his hand.

“You three. Visit me. Jazz, Sam, Tucker and Dani have missed you guys.” He said with a smile before jumping into the empty pit. As soon as he hit the bottom it filled back up as though he had never been there in the first place.

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