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ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year

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Picture Perfect Family

Warnings: death of a pregnant woman (and the fetus - although is referred to as a baby during the fic), emergency c-section, mentions of torture, blood, held hostage, reader holds baby and woman’s hand, that bit is quite sad by the way, hospitals, death, crying

Word count: 4449

A/N: This was the sad one I kept going on about. Oh, also Amy is 14, Jake is 12, Ethan is 8, and Maisie is 6.

“Alright! Everyone, into the car!” You exclaim, clapping loudly. You smiled as your youngest two children rushed past you, cheering and giggling loudly. You two eldest however, huffed as they stood up, making their way to the car.

“Why do we have to leave so early? We could just get the bus,” You second eldest, Jake, asked as he walked past.

“I like it! It means we can play longer and see all our friends!” The twelve year old rolled his eyes at his younger brother, Ethan.

“Don’t roll your eyes at your brother,” You sighed, “Come on, we can talk about the bus later, okay?” You breathed out a sigh of relief when Jake nodded. “Alright, into the car,”

Your youngest, Maisie, runs back to you, hugging your legs, “Don’t worry daddy, I like the car too!”

“Alright, sweet pea, back into the car you go,” You say, leaning down and sweeping her into your arms, “We don’t want you to be late now, do we?” Maisie shook her head. “Amy, come on, we’re going to be late!”

Your eldest, Amy, walked out of the house, bag slung over her shoulder as she typed on her phone. “What have I told you about phones in the morning?”

“Sorry dad,” Amy grins, pecking your cheek before getting into the car.

“It’s alright sweetheart,” You call after her before sighing. “Anna?”

“Yes babe?” Your wife, Anna, waddles into the room, one hand on her stomach, the other on her lower back, “Everyone ready?”

“Yep,” You answer, proud grin, you peck her cheek, "I've got everything under control."

A scream and a sob came from the car. "Except that, one moment," You say as you jog out the door, "kids? Everything okay?"

"Jake took my toy!"

"It's mine!"

"Hey, don't make me keep it for Chloe," You threaten lightly, both you and the children knowing you would never.

"I thought her name was Charlotte,"

"That's because it is," Anna chimed, appearing behind you, you jumped, placing a hand on your chest.

"Jesus," You muttered, "No, I'm pretty sure she's a Chloe."

"What would you know?" Anna challenged, "She's not growing inside you," You simply give her a look, she rolls her eyes. "If you don't leave now, you'll be late,"

You looked at the time with wide eyes, "Shi- Snickerdoodles!" Ethan and Maise both giggle loudly, “Hey, don’t laugh at your dad or he’ll drink all the chocolate milk before you get back,” At their gasps you add an evil laugh.

“Get in the car you goof,” Anna laughs, pecking your lips quickly. “Or you’ll be late.”

“Yes Ma’am!” You say, giving her a smile before hopping into the car (hitting your head as you did) - she still managed to make you act like a drunk-in-love teenage boy. Even after all these years.

When you dropped the kids off to school, you made it to the BAU in record time, you sighed, placing your bag on the floor and letting yourself fall into your chair.

“We’ve got a case,” Garcia said, walking quickly to the round table room, “It’s a bad one,”

Everyone shot up quickly, following Garcia into the round table room, sitting in their respective seats. You got up relatively slowly, ignoring Morgan and Emily snorting at you, JJ gave you a sympathetic look, “Long morning?”

“I’m on school runs,” You answered, trying your best not to yawn, the pair of you joined the rest of the team, sitting at the round table.

“This sick s.o.b is abducting women and torturing them for a day - it was originally three days but he’s devolving,” Garcia said, clicking the remote so the respected photos come up, “He then calls their significant other and gives them an address so they can try to save her. The significant others get there before they pass, however the wounds are always too extensive and so nothing can be done and they pass before the EMTs get there,”

Your stomach clenches when you imagine yourself in their position. You shove the thought out of your head and focus back on the case. “Where’s the case?”

“Right here,”

It had been kind of a bust so far, it had been a day and you had pretty much nothing. None of the leads you had found led to anything that could be used, at the end of the day, you all sighed, getting ready to head home for a few hours of sleep before starting afresh. “A body just turned up,”

You didn’t get home until three, Anna and the kids fast asleep. You sighed, making your way into bed, if you were lucky, you’d get two and a half hours sleep before you’d have to wake up to prepare everything before the kids woke up at six.

You repeated the same routine as yesterday but with less energy, as the kids all sat eating breakfast, Anna wrapped her arms around you, “What time did you get in?” She asked softly.

“Three,” You mumbled, turning around and resting your head on her shoulder, taking in her scent. “I do love you,” You mutter, she gives a small laugh.

“You’re delirious,”

“Deliriously in love with you,”

“That doesn’t even make any sense.”

“It does to me,”

“Stop procrastinating and drive the kids to school,” Anna laughed, giving you a gentle shove towards the door.

“I love you!” You exclaim as you shoo the children out of the house and into the care.

Soon enough, you're back at work. “You look like hell,” Morgan chuckled when you walked into the bullpen.

“You do the school run for four kids with a pregnant wife on two and a half hours sleep,” You defended, gratefully taking the cup of coffee off of Reid and immediately taking a sip despite it burning your tongue.

Three leads later, you still had next to nothing. You groaned, placing your head on the table, checking your phone for any messages from Anna. Nothing. You tried your best to ignore the feeling forming in your stomach and put the phone down and don’t pick it up again until lunch time. You tried phoning twice at lunch, then tried two more times half an hour after lunch on two fake toilet breaks (you think the team was starting to think you had eaten something dodgy) and still nothing.

“Anna, hey,” You sigh into the phone yet again for the sixth time in the last hour and a half. “I just want to check in and make sure you’re okay, please let me know, I love you… This is (Y/N) by the way, alright, love you, bye,” You hung up the phone, tapping it against your palm before heading over to Hotch.

“Everything okay?” He asked when you approached him.

“It’s probably nothing, but Anna’s not been answering her phone,” You answer.

“Alright,” Hotch says with a nod, “How about you go pick your kids up from school and check on them and you can check up on Anna as well?”

You nodded, thankful he suggested that, “Thank you,” You said, he gave a small smile as he nodded.

“Of course,” He answered. You walked back to your desk, grabbing your bag and making a beeline to your car.

You make pickup on time and your kids all smile widely at you when they see you waiting. They’re all in the car, buckled in and you start driving. The phone rings when you’re about five minutes into the forty minute drive, and you answer it, placing it against your ear after quickly glancing at the name.

“Anna? Thank god, are you okay?” Silence. “Anna?”

“That’s her name, huh? She did tell me, but I thought she was lying.” Your blood runs cold.

“Who is this?”

“What?” Your voice is hoarse.

“Not important.” The man’s voice sounds through the phone.

"You're the unsub we've been looking for, aren't you?" You ask quietly, not wanting your children to hear.

"Yes."

"Let me take her place." You say, "Surely that's more satisfying, an FBI agent, hm?"

"I find this so much more gratifying,"

"Please let me take her place."

“Its too late, your wife is currently bleeding out.”

“She’s in the warehouse on third street.” He said. “Better hurry.”

When the line goes dead, you immediately dial Hotch. He picks up after the second ring. “Hotch, I need you to go to this address, Amy’s sending it through to you now, as well as the phone number he used in case Garcia can track it. He took her, I’ve got the kids in the car, I can’t drop them off anywhere. I’m parking round the block, I’m going to need one of you to get them while I go to Anna,”

“(Y/N), no,” Hotch ordered, “You need to stay where you are.”

“Hotch, I’m not not going to her,” You snap, you don’t have time for this. “I don’t have time for this. Go to the address.” And with that, you hang up and step on the accelerator. Within minutes, you’ve arrived close to the address, you’d go the rest of the way (only a few meters on foot, you didn’t want the children near the unsub, near danger, just in case). You kill the engine.

“I need you all to listen to me,” You turned, facing your children, a serious look on your face. “I need you all to stay in the car, alright? The team is on their way, I want you all to hide in the back, do not move until one of the team is here - the ones you know, alright? Derek, Hotch, JJ, Penelope, Spencer, Rossi, Emily, okay? Do you understand me?”

Amy sniffed, nodding, “We understand,”

“Okay, take the keys, lock yourselves in,” You said, swallowing as you hand Amy the key, “Take care of each other, stay quiet, and I love you, alright?” When they nod, you give them one more reassuring smile before getting out of the car, shutting the door behind you, not leaving until you hear the reassuring click of the locks.

Grabbing your gun, you began to jog towards the warehouse. You made sure to watch your step as you weaved in and out of the shelves. Eventually, you hit an opening where the stairs stopped. About ten feet of space was left in the room. About two feet ahead of you lay a body. A figure, motionless on the floor.

Your blood ran cold, no no no, please don't be her. Anyone but her, god, please. You come to a standstill when you reach the body, falling to your knees, pulling her frame close to yours. Her body limp. Your eyes widened seeing various wounds seeping with blood. You needed to put pressure on the wound - wounds. You shrugged your jacket off, balling it up and pressed it against the wounds tightly. Your heart dropped when she didn’t seem to notice.

"Baby?" You asked softly, "Baby please," When her eyes fluttered open, you forced yourself to smile - wiping away your tears that fell onto her pale cheeks. “Hey, there’s those eyes,” You whispered with a smile.

“(Y/N)?” Anna mumbled, looking up at you. Her face was red, neck had a deep bruise along it. You felt anger surge in the bottom of your stomach as you made out the unsub’s handprint. You flicked your eyes back up to Anna’s.

“Yeah baby, it’s me,”

“It hurts,” She whimpered quietly.

“I know, I know it does baby,” You whisper, planting a soft kiss on her head. “I know, but medics are on their way, you just need to hold on, okay?” Anna let out a hum as she nodded.

Anna cried out in pain as she shifted, “I know, I know, I’ve got you,” You mumbled, her arms reached for your hand squeezing it desperately. “I’ve got you,”

“You’ve ‘lways got me,” Anna hummed.

“Yeah, baby, I’ve always got you,” You mutter, “I’ve always got you, I’ll never let you go, you hear me? Never.”

Your head shot up to look at Morgan and Hotch as they run in, “How far out are they?”

“Six minutes,” Hotch answered grimly. She wouldn’t make it that long. You took a breath, looking back down at Anna.

“Anna? Darling, I need you to hold on for six more minutes,” You whispered.

“I can’t,” She replied softly, eyes already beginning to flutter shut again. “‘M so tired,”

“I know,” You replied, “But you can sleep when you get to the hospital after they’ve fixed you up, you just need to hang on until then, okay?”

“Hmm,” Anna gave a small hum.

“Anna? Anna, I need you to open your eyes for me, baby?” You said softly, gently shaking her shoulder, “Come on Anna, please. Six more minutes, just six more minutes baby, okay?”

“Dad?” Your head snapped up, Amy, your eldest daughter. Not yet even fifteen, clutching her eight year old brother’s hand in her left and her six year old sister’s in the right, Jake, barely twelve years old, also holding Maisie’s hand.

“Dad, what happened?” Jake spoke next. Your mouth was dry. What were you supposed to say?

“Daddy, is mummy okay?” Maisie’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Get them out of here,” You mumbled, head snapping to Hotch and Morgan, “Get them out of here, now!” The pair had already begun to guide them all out of the room, your children protesting loudly. You dropped your head to your chest, a tear falling before you sniffed and blinked, focusing back on your wife. “Anna? Can you hear me? I need you to last a few minutes. Just a few more-” You reach a hand up, gently stroking her face, “Please baby, I can’t do this without you.”

Anna’s eyes flickered open and she smiled softly at you, reaching a hand up, she stroked the skin underneath your eye, “You’ve got such pretty eyes,” She muttered, voice pained, “Love you,” Your eyes widened when the hand on your cheek went limp, falling to her chest.

“Sir? Sir, I need you to move,” Your head snapped up. Paramedics. You nodded, scrambling up.

“Er, female, thirty five, multiple wounds, um- she-”

“It’s okay, your colleagues filled us in.” One of the paramedics said, before turning to Anna.

“Save her. Please.”

“We’ll do everything we can.”

“Please.” You say once more. “I can’t do this without her.”

A hand gently rests on your shoulder, “Let’s give them some space to work.” Hotch. You nod, letting him guide you out of the room, into the one next door. He knew you wouldn’t be able to be level headed with your children for a moment. “Just let it all out, whatever you need to do, do it.” He said, “I’ll be outside.” He knew not to leave you alone right now, but wanted to give you the space you needed.

When he’s gone you collapse onto the floor, now that you were alone, your strength had immediately left you. You just sit there, for a minute. You could still feel the warmth of her hand, her blood soaked your hands and your clothes. How were you supposed to talk to your kids like this? You wipe the blood off your hands, onto your shirt.

When you emerge from the room, Hotch looks at you softly, “I’ll drive you to the hospital,”

You don’t argue, simply nodding and whispering a thank you as you begin to follow him out of the building. “Can I borrow your jacket?” You ask hesitantly, “I don’t want the kids to see-” You motion to the blood on your shirt. Hotch nods and immediately shrugs it off, handing it to you with a small smile. You quickly throw it on and zip it up, you needed to see your kids. They’re all sat in the back of a separate ambulance, all huddled together with a blanket wrapped around them all. Guilt pangs at your chest. You should be there, comforting them.

JJ leaves their side, leaving them in the protection of Morgan and heads over to you and Hotch. You give a weak smile as she approaches you. “JJ, can- can you and Garcia watch them?” You say, running a hand over your face. “I’ll talk to them, but then I need to- I need to go to the hospital,”

“Hey,” JJ says softly, placing a hand on your arm, “Of course we’ll watch them.” She turns her gaze to Hotch, “Keep us updated.” Hotch gives her a nod.

You take a deep breath before heading over to your children, the two younger ones are crying and you can tell Amy and Jake are trying to keep it together for their younger siblings. Morgan leaves you, knowing that this is a private family moment, but he places a comforting hand on your shoulder as he passes you. “How is she?”

“We don’t know,” You answer honestly, “I’m heading to the hospital, you’re going to go with Aunty Penny and Aunty JJ, they’re going to look after you. But I’ll make sure you all know what’s going on, okay?”

“We’re not going with them-”

“We need to go with you-”

“I want mummy-”

“Where’s mummy-”

You take a sharp breath, “Hey, I know you want her, and you want to go,” You say softly, “But I don’t know how long it’s going to be before we know anything and you can’t all stay there,”

“It’s alright, dad,” Amy says, voice filled with anxiety, “We’ll go with Aunty Penny and Aunty JJ,”

“Thank you,” You reply, placing a kiss on each of their heads. “Uncle Aaron’s driving me to the hospital, I’ll call soon, okay?” When they nod, you turn to JJ who comes up to your children with a reassuring smile, ushering them all into your car. Handing her the keys, you give her a small thank you before you head over to Hotch.

The receptionist motions for you to wait in the waiting room, you’re not happy about it, but there’s not exactly anything you can do, so you take a seat whilst Hotch thanks her for her time and joins you. You’re a mess, leg constantly bouncing, biting at your nails, picking at your skin, anything you could do to try and manage your anxiety, you were doing. Hotch didn’t say anything, he simply let you cope however you needed to.

When the doctor arrives, half an hour later, you feel your stomach swirl. This was too soon, surely they’d take longer to do the surgery? He motions for you both to follow him, he leads you into a separate room, asking you to take a seat. You refuse with the shake of your head. No. You needed to stand, you couldn’t sit still right now. You watch as the doctor takes a deep breath.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” You can’t give yourself time to grieve. Not now.

You look up at the doctor, “And the baby?” The look he gives you feels suffocating, throat tightening. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. “Can I see her? Please.” He looks hesitant, but nods nonetheless.

“Before you do, we tried to save the baby, we performed an emergency c-section…” The doctor trails off, unsure how to continue.

“Am I able to see her too?”

“Of course.” Hotch gives you an encouraging nod, telling you he’d be right outside if you needed anything, you gave a small nod of thanks and then walked into the room.

Anna’s pale, laid neatly on the table. They’ve covered her, but the doctor pulls down the cloth so you can see her face and neck - stopping at her chest, and resting on her chest is your baby girl, laid softly. She looks peaceful, almost like she’s sleeping. The doctor turns to leave.

“Can I-” You pause for a moment, “Am I able to hold her?”

The doctor gives you a sympathetic smile and nods, explaining you’d need to wear an apron, mask, and gloves and you fumble these on as quickly as you can. You gather your baby, placing her on your chest as you sit down on a close by chair, supporting her head as you do. You move the cloth ever so slightly to reveal Anna’s hand, clutching it in yours, pulling a stool next to you - knowing that you would not be ready to leave her for a while.

“I am so sorry, baby,” Are the first words out of your mouth. “I tried to get there as soon as possible, I swear, I tried so fucking hard.” You press on, ignoring how it wavers. You needed to say this. She needs to know.

“The kids were in the car, I- I got to you as soon as I could, I tried to stop the bleeding, I tried everything- And I’m so so sorry you didn’t get to see the outside world, little one,” You say, rubbing your thumb in soothing circles over your baby’s back. “I’m so sorry, you would have been a force to be reckoned with and I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough to save you.”

You turned your gaze to the baby on your chest. “I know I wanted to name her Chloe, but you’re right, Charlotte is so much better.” You half expect Anna to laugh, pointing at you with a smirk exclaiming how she knew it, that she was right. “I think Charlotte is a beautiful name and suits her wonderfully. And I think she would have accomplished the most amazing things if she was given the chance.”

You sat in silence for a moment. “So much for saving others, huh?” You laugh bitterly, “I help save all these people but I couldn’t even save you.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough.” You don’t know how long it’s been, but it must have been a while.

“I have no idea what to tell the kids,” You mumble, “How do I tell them this? How can I even begin to explain what happened? What you went through? When I got the call I begged him to let you go, begging him to let me take your place. And they saw, they snuck past JJ and they saw you. I don’t know how much they saw, but they saw you and I’m so sorry, I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am, I tried so hard but fell short - yet again.”

More time passes before the door opens. “(Y/N)?” You turn to the voice.

“Would have thought you’d have gone home by now,” You comment quietly. Hotch shakes his head.

“Garcia phoned, they’re asking for you.”

“How- What do I even tell them? How do I even tell them?”

“I don’t know.”

You stand up, hesitant. You didn’t want to go. But you knew your other children needed you, Charlotte had her mother protecting her, she would be okay. You place her back on her mother’s chest. She’s clean, they both are. And so, you press a delicate kiss on each of their foreheads.

“Goodbye for now, I love you both so so much, and I am so so sorry.”

As you’re walking to the door, you’re trying desperately to stem the tears but you can’t find it in you to care too much. You rip the gloves, mask, and apron off and dump them in the nearest PPE bin before turning to Hotch. Hotch also insists on driving you back to your house, it only made sense considering you didn’t have your car with you.

You unlock the door, letting Hotch go in first. You’re procrastinating, he knows it and you know it. But he doesn’t say anything. You walk into the living room and JJ and Garcia leave with Hotch, making their way into the kitchen, probably to make some tea for the adults and some chocolate milk for the children.

You kneel down in front of them, taking a deep breath. “Mummy was really really hurt,” You began, ignoring how your voice breaks. Amy sniffs, already knowing where this was going. “And the doctors and nurses did everything they could, but she didn’t make it.”

“She’s not coming back?” Ethan asks softly.

You shake your head, “No, sweetheart, she’s not,”

“And Charlotte?” Amy asks, she always was one to take her mother’s side when it came to picking her siblings’ names. You turned your head towards her, she’s crying, they all are. You gently shake your head. Their crying turns louder until they’re sobbing.

“I know, I know,” You mumbled, gathering them all into your arms, “I know, I’ve got you,” You don’t let yourself cry yet. Not yet. You could grieve when you knew your children were okay. You had to make sure they were okay. One by one, the younger children start to drift to sleep, Maisie first, then Ethan, and then Jake. You turn to Amy, still sobbing gently into your shoulder, “I know,” You mumble, “I know,”

She sobs for a moment later before sitting up, facing you, she doesn’t bother to wipe the tears from her cheeks. “Dad?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“It’s not your fault.” Her voice is strong, “This isn’t your fault.” You blink back the tears, taking in a deep breath.

“Thank you,” Your voice isn’t as strong and you pull her into her arms.

“We’ll manage,” She whispers, “It’ll be hard, but we’ll manage.”

Soon enough, Amy’s asleep too. You shift carefully, moving them one by one and soon, they’re all laid comfortably on the couch and you stand, making your way slowly to the kitchen. You needed something to drink, you were hungry but you don’t think you can manage anything to eat just yet. So you settle for orange juice.

You furrowed your eyebrows, seeing Hotch sat at the counter, reading something on his phone. “You should go home.” You mumble, walking past him and to the fridge.

“JJ and Garcia made tea but it’s probably cold by now,” He said softly, “They also made chocolate milk for the kids, I put it in the fridge when they left - they said sorry for leaving but Will was swamped with the kids and Garcia needed to feed Sergio.”

You give an awkward smile, “Thanks, for everything,” You say, turning to the fridge. Your breath leaves you for a moment when you see a note on the fridge from Anna:

‘Don’t forget lunch again, you doofus! Xx’

You knew you’d cry eventually, that it would catch up with you and when it did, it wouldn’t be pretty. But you really didn’t think you’d be on your kitchen floor, sobbing, with Hotch trying to comfort you. Definitely not how you were expecting it to happen. “I miss them, I already miss them so fucking much,” You mumble, “How am I supposed to cope? It hurts, Hotch, it physically fucking hurts,”

“I know,” Hotch mumbled, “I’m here, shh, I’m here,”

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mrsquill · 11 months

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In Another Life

Summary: So, my heart was so shattered by what happens in the opening scene of the Last of Us that I’ve set out to fix it MYSELF. That’s right! This is basically what could’ve happened on Joel’s birthday from Sarah’s POV had the outbreak never happened.

Notes: I’m not from the States, so forgive me if any cultural references are wrong. I edit this on my phone so if it looks awful I’m sorry (photo belongs to Pinterest)! I also sucked at the game so again please don’t be mad if anything is OOC - I based this off the beautiful portrayals by Pedro and Nico. Also, mostly inspired by @fuckyeahdindjarin and I screeching at other in our inbox about Joel and Sarah ;_;

Warnings: None? Very fluffy, mentions of blood.

Sarah woke with a start, glancing at the luminous green numbers of her alarm clock glowing in the darkness. 3:13am. She sighed inwardly, stretching out under the thin blanket as she realised she still had her jeans and sneakers on. The last thing Sarah remembered was falling asleep on her dad - crap, just after she’d assured him she wouldn’t. He must’ve put her to bed. The combination of his deep breathing beside her and a shitty film on TV - turns out, totally not riveting - was clearly enough to lull her into what she thought would be a dreamless sleep, exhausted after waiting up for her dad on his birthday.

Sarah sat up in bed, kicking her sneakers off and changing into her pyjama pants, brow furrowing as she groped blindly in her subconscious for memories of the dream - no, nightmare - she’d been having; it was just below the surface, almost slipping away from her in its entirety, only the jagged edges remaining. Sarah remembers an overwhelming sense of fear; her heart pounding, helicopter blades whirring, her dad shouting, Uncle Tommy’s voice, too, calling her name.. People screaming.. and blood. So much blood.

Just a dream, she decides with a shrug. A glass of water is what she needs; padding downstairs soundlessly so as not to wake her dad in the search of something refreshing, trying to forget the sweat dewing her brow.

As she tiptoed into the kitchen; Sarah noticed his spiky handwriting hastily jotted down on the back of an envelope on the counter; probably in the pencil he almost always had behind his ear at work:

‘Hi baby,

Uncle Tommy got himself in trouble. Gone to rescue him, won’t be long. See u in the morning X’

Sarah fought the urge to roll her eyes. She loved her Uncle Tommy - he’d basically raised her, alongside her dad - but she knew he drove his older brother crazy with his escapades. She wasn’t sure she’d have it any other way, though. It was all she’d ever known; the three of them were a close - if unconventional - family unit.

Sarah wanted to ask her dad about her mom one day, but not because she felt she was lacking in love - quite the opposite. It wasn’t always obvious, but it was there - in every joke at her dad’s expense, in each soccer game he and Tommy turned up to, in every hiking and rafting trip they took together, and in each Polaroid picture they took every Christmas at Sarah’s request.

She wrung her hands together, now, hoping Uncle Tommy was okay. Pouring her water, she thought she’d head back to bed; peek round her dad’s door to hopefully find him snoring on his back as per usual.

As Sarah headed for the stairs; she saw him sprawled out on the couch, jeans, boots and shirt still on, one arm dangling off the couch as he - yep - was snoring to high heaven. If he’s this relaxed, Sarah reasoned, Uncle Tommy must be okay.

She moved soundlessly towards him before she noticed what was on the coffee table next to him. A cake. Not just any cake - it was covered in fancy frosting, and had a pack of candles and a bottle of pancake mix sat next to it. She grinned, feeling a little guilty for giving him such a hard time, imagining her dad trawling the all-night gas stations for a birthday cake as well as dealing with whatever shit his little brother had pulled.

Sarah reasoned that she could wake him and send him to bed, the sky behind them still an inky black as Texas slept on outside. He looked so peaceful, though, and she knew he was exhausted from the extra long shift he’d pulled that day - which she knew was for her benefit. She drew the window coverings instead and pulled a blanket over him; settling herself with her own in the armchair next to him.

Sarah knew she should go easier on her dad - sometimes she felt like the parent - but that’s the way things had always been, they took care of one another in different ways. She resolved to ask him for a hiking trip in the morning; promising that this time she wouldn’t scamper ahead and would wait for him to actually get his breath back. It was her favourite thing to do with her dad - they could share a slice of cake each with a beautiful view for miles and miles.

The thought made her smile as Sarah settled in to try and catch some sleep before the sun started to rise, feeling a little safer from another nightmare as long as her dad was close by.

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orangevtae · 2 years

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Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy [S.Harrington x Henderson!Reader]

Summary: Hawkins, 1984.

After the events of the last year fighting against a Demogorgon and the Upside Down, you and your brother Dustin Henderson got into trouble after rescuing an strange slug form your trash on the Halloween's night and Steve Harrington, his strange new friendship, ends up in the middle of all the mess you and your brother made and his presence brings back an old time crush that you thought it was long forgotten.

The story sets after the first season and during the second.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader, Platonic!Dustin Henderson x Reader, Platonic!Jonathan Byers x Reader and Billy Hargrove x Reader (but only if you really squint cause reader actually hates him)

A/N: reader is described by having female anatomy and uses she/her pronouns

Warnings: Described violence, major character death, some blood (cause you know, Stranger Things), Billy Hargrove being a douche (?)

Prologue:

You love October.

Mostly for the fact that october meant Halloween and Autumn, the change between summer and winter being shown on the tree leaves, and it was cold in Hawkins as you were getting ready to go to school with Dustin, your brother.

"C'mon Y/N/N, we gonna get late! " Dustin shouted at you

"A halloween costume?" Dustin replied.

"Coming!" You fastly put the last of the books on your backpack and headed outside of your room "The hell you wearing?"

"Didn't knew that they were gonna do it this year again, you sure that it's not a prank?" you said unsure to him

"How so?" he asked the same way

"I don't know Dustin, children your age are shitty sometimes" you shrugged stating the obvious

"Y/N!" your mom shouted at your choice of languge

"Sorry mom!" you said to her

"You look great Dusty, you really outdid yourself!" you said impressed

Dustin was wearing a Ghost Busters costume, nerdy thing, as you like to call it but you smiled softly at the way he turned in front of you to show the full costume "But hey...what do you think?"

"Thanks" he said proudly

"Is the rest of the Party going like that too?" you asked him referring to Mike, Will and Lucas

"Yes! We got it all done and wanted to go like on the movie" he showed you the ghost trap he created

You take a step back to give plenty of room for your mother to take pictures of Dustin, you smiled looking at the scene.

"Awesome" you say happily to him

"Let me take a photo Dusty!" your mom said arriving back on the living room.

You were grateful that he and The Party were gave a chance to live a normal life since last years events with the Upside Down thing, with the miss and founding of Will and the loss of Eleven, they deserved a chance to be kids again while they could. Things were tripy because of that, you grown up watching over Dustin and his friends and even being considered one of them, the "only girl that is cool and is allowed" as Mike used to say (before Eleven of course) so Will's desapearence had a toll on you too and before you were even involved with everything, you were there for Joyce and Jonathan. Jonathan has been your best friend since you and your family moved to Hawkins so it was only that you had to be there for him as well, before and after the Demorgon.

"Mom we really have to go, we gonna be late" you informed looking at the clock on the wall.

"Oh that's right! So come on then darling, let take a picture of you and your brother and then you can go." she said

"Bye mom!" Dustin wished as he left

"Yes ma'am!" You moved next to Dustin and hugged him by the shoulder and your mother took the photo "Ok, we going!"

"Have a nice day darlings!" she said patting Mews while you closed the front door.

"You going trick and treating today right?" you asked as you got onto your bike

"Yep! Straight to that" he answered, feet on the pedals

"Bring me some candies please" you asked him

"Caramel?" he said

"Caramel!" You hoped on your bikes and made your way to the school, the chilly air hiting directly on your cheeks.

"When will you stop calling me that?" he deadpanned

As you arrived school and puted your bike on it's place, you headed straight to your locker to get the books for the periods of the day. As you were closing it, Jonathan was heading straight to you greeting you on the distance and you waved back to him "Hey there Johnny Bunny"

"How about never?" you asnwered closing the door of your locker

"It was just once, and i was little, it doesn't even count!" he tried to argument

It totally sucked, you weren't even paying attention on the class itself but you were never so fast to put your things on your backpack by the end of first period. You found Jonathan on the hallway alongside with Nancy, that seemed to be talking something to him that made him make a funny face when he was unsure of something and decided to go straight to them.

"But it happened! I'll always be grateful for Joyce telling me this" You laughed and he nudged you over with his shoulder and you guys headed for your first class of the day.

"C'mon! You gotta go, you can't just be moping around on the Halloween night!" Nancy tried to convince him of something

"I wasn't going to mop, i'm going to trick and treating with Will" Jonathan said casually

"To Tina's Halloween party! You going right?" Nancy asked you

"Y/N, tell him he has to go!" Nancy pleaded you

"I'm sorry, go where?" you asked as you reached them

"Erm...she invited me but i wasn't really planing on going" you shrugged off

"You guys are the worst! Jonathan you have to go" Nancy pleaded again

"Fine, i'll go" you said defeated, you really have to stop to say yes so easily

"Well, i'll go if Y/N/N's going too" You looked at him with a "Dude??" face but saw on his eyes a pleading and you were sure that it was only because Nancy was going, even if meant that she would be with Steve Harrington, and because you knew that Nancy wouldn't take a step back till Jonathan said that he was going.

"Thank you! See you guys there" Nancy said and walked away while you turned to Jonathan.

"You owe me this one" you point a finger up at him

"Why?" he asked puzzled

"First of all: I wasn't even planing to put my feet on Tina's party. Second: You were actually giving big puppy eyes to help you out to go because you can't say no to Nancy and Third: for to having me look for a costume with no space of time to look for one" you huffed up at Jonathan

"Don't worry, i'll help you out with that" He chuckled to you and followed you while getting lost in conversation about other dosens of things that it's not about Nancy or Tina's party.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington #steve harrington x henderson!reader #stranger things #dustin henderson #dustin henderson x reader #dustin henderson x henderson!reader #stranger things season 2 #reader insert #x reader #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagine

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ncityavenue · 1 year

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BUTTerfly Tattoo —M.L

》in which you get a butterfly tattoo on your ass as a surprise for Mark since he loves your butt so much.

Warning: definitely suggestive,humorous (at least I tried), alot of dialog, alot of talk abt your ass (body worship ig????), mentions of being high, choking, fingering, and pain?? (I mean mark slaps your ass A L O T)

A/N: LISTENNN so I had found that picture on pinterest just cruising around and I was listening to music then mark just popped into my head so I HAD to make something up about it with that picture reference shown above.

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"You think he's gonna like it?" You asked your closest friend, Haechan who you could depend on for any opinion.

"Fuck yeah, Mark Lee is a perv...and so am I because I'm pitching a tent just looking at it." Haechan said.

You pulled your jeans up, "Okay gross, anyways I'm a little nervous because it's not like a small little cute one it takes up half my ass."

" He's gonna love it! It's pretty colors too, and it goes nice with your skin complexion. Your ass is fucking beautiful y/n, you'll be fine!" Haechan waves you off trotting in your kitchen to get another snack.

"Lemme facetime Jaehyun, he's like a pro Ass man." You said.

A few rings and your met with Jaehyun face shoving some food in his mouth, "Wassup Twin."

"Hiii Twin, okay jae I need your opinion on something. And it has something to do with my ass" You say. Jaehyun gave you a suspicious look raising one eyebrow pausing to eat his food.

"I'm all ears??" He suspiciously said.

"Okay are you with anyone?" You questioned him.

"Yeah I'm with jungwoo, are you with mark?" Jaehyun answered.

"No, Haechan."

"Are you trying to get me caught up in a affair scandal?" Jaehyun nonchalantly said.

"No! Just listen! so, I got two butterflies tattooed on my ass and I wanna know what you think and if mark will like it." You explained quickly.

"Show."

Simply with that command, you showed the small portion of your ass to Jaehyun.

"Oh shit, that's fire you should definitely get it." Jaehyun says.

"Yeah I did, right here." You said with an obvious tone.

"WAIT THAT'S REAL?!" Jaehyun widen his eyes getting closer to the camera.

"Yep!"

"I said I got it tattooed."

You giggled at the slight glitch in his voice from the bad internet wherever he's at.

"Sorry, I'm high right now- but that looks dope, it fits your booty so nice I don't know how to explain it." Jaehyun complimented.

"Can I see?" Jungwoo chimes in.

Jaehyun asked you again if he could see, you nodded and Jungwoo took a look.

"DAMN! That's really nice."

Jaehyun agreed with Jungwoo, "Mark might have a heart attack seeing it, he's gonna love the fact that you have butterflies on your ass. He's a perv."

"I SAID THE SAME!" Haechan also chimed in putting his hands in the air.

"I don't know if I'm liking yall calling my man a pervert even though it's true but that's besides the point." You chuckled.

"Listen as an ass man, I would love for my chick to have a sick ass tattoo on her butt so like when I fuck her from behind I can see not only her beautiful ass but also beautiful art." Jaehyun elaborated.

"I swear you guys never know when something is TMI" you said.

"I'm just saying"

Jaehyun sipped on his drink, and with that you said your farewells to him and jungwoo before ending the call.

"So now do you believe me?" Haechan raised his eyebrows with folded arms.

"I guess so."

"Now can we go to the mall like you promised? I'm starving." Haechan rubbed his belly.

You nodded grabbing your keys, Haechan jumped off the couch following you like a excited puppy.

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You came back to your house with haechan following suite with all your bags in his hand, he struggled getting inside the house.

"Uh.. a little help?!" Haechan cried out, you opened the door up more letting him inside.

You saw Mark and Johnny standing in the kitchen looking at Haechan struggle with the heavy bags in his hands.

You placed your small purse on the counter, also watching the poor boy struggle.

"Here let me help you." Johnny suggested, he picked up 2 bags placing them on the counter as well.

Haechan could finally lift them up on the kitchen island.

" Hi love, You must've had fun today." Mark scanned you up and down admiring you before pulling you in for a kiss, resting his hand on your hip.

"I did, I very much did. You know how it goes, Haechan kinda lost in a game of rock paper scissors." You said, Mark replying with a soft 'ahh'.

"Never EVER have me keep your girl company while you are gone, NEVER EVER." Haechan huffed and puffed aggressively trying to catch his breath.

"They weren't even that-"

"Don't." Haechan put a finger infront of Johnny's face.

"You got alot of stuff baby." Mark rubs the dip in your back.

" It's not even that much, plushies, some clothes, lingerie, other accessories, hair products some are mine some are yours." You said.

You knew that smirk anywhere, Mark knew what time it was once you named Lingerie.

"Don't you have like alot of lingerie already?" Mark questioned.

"Not when you keep ripping them up." You say grabbing the hair products out the bags.

Mark only shyly laughed before slapping your butt, the pain from the tattoo and the slap only reminded you what you had to do today.

"Ahem! We are still present!" Johnny excused.

At this point all of you and Mark's friends knew about the tattoo except Mark.

"Now that I've caught my breath, I want to leave." Haechan announced.

Johnny was ready to go as well, "Oh I didn't bring my car here because I thought it would be a good idea to walk and burn some calories, so you're driving me home."

He explained to haechan as he grabbed his phone from the counter.

"I guess I'm just everyone's slave around here." Haechan said.

"Guess you are." Mark gave him a sheepish look tilting his head.

Haechan gave him the middle finger before exiting the house, "Night lil bro" Johnny closed their front door.

After a little silence, Mark's attention suddenly shifted towards you, beginning to feel nervous you poured yourself a glass of wine.

"So about these lingerie, you gonna try them on for me?" Mark questioned peeking through the bags.

"I mean, if it makes you happy." You smirked drinking your wine.

Mark looked at you trying to read your expression, he felt as if you're hiding something from him with that slightly mischievous grin on your face.

"What's wrong baby? Is there something on your mind?" Mark gripped your waist kissing down your neck.

"I have a surprise for you." You said.

"Hmm? A surprise?" Mark continued to place kisses on your neck and collar bone.

"Yeah take a guess, even though I know you Won't ever get it." You say with full confidence.

"You got new toys?"

"Nope"

"You have a costume in there?"

"Nah"

"You got nipple piercings?"

"No, but not a bad idea.."

"Oh my god..." Mark finally let's go of your neck, looking down at your stomach.

"Oh my god you're PREGNANT?!" Mark nearly squealed in excitement.

"What? No!" You said.

"Oh..." Mark pouted rubbing the back of his neck.

"Good to know if I was you'd be excited, anyways I'm gonna reveal it to you. Follow me" You said.

You led mark to the bedroom, Mark slapped your butt again.

"Mark stop it's a little sore."

"Still? It's been 2 weeks since then, I couldn't possibly have smacked it that hard"

"You're more heavy handed than you think you are." You simply replied, you lead him inside the bedroom.

He started lurking around to see if the present was perhaps in here, you ordered him to sit down and he did so at once.

"Did you get a whip?" Mark guessed for the several time.

"No, I'll be right back."

You went into the bathroom with a new pair of lingerie, you slipped the set on. It was a pastel blue color with lacey material.

"It's totally a costume, babe you literally could've said I was right the first time."

You walked out the bathroom then you hid yourself behind the bedroom door frame, " are you ready?"

Mark replied with a simple yes and you stepped out with a exaggerated pose, Mark definitely was excited but not all that surprised considering you've worn many lingerie around him.

"Oh shit babe, you look so sexy" Mark said, he walked up to you snaking his hand on your waist squeezing the love handles.

"This isn't really the surprise though," You reminded you kissed his lips gingerly, "I'll give you a hint it's on my body."

"You got a clit piercing?" Mark questioned.

"No! What is with you and piercings? Is it like a kink?" You asked.

"I don't know it sounds like something impulsive you would do." Mark shrugged, you only smirked.

Mark grabbed your ass again, he maneuvers his way behind you and then you grinned even wider. His idea was to start teasing you but his eyes were glued to your ass once he saw it.

Your tattoo.

"Dude..." Mark paused his entire world stopped to look at it, "an ass tattoo.."

You looked at him over your shoulder biting down on your lip with a grin, "Do you like—"

"AN ASS TATTOO?! SHIT THIS IS GORGEOUS!" Mark exclaimed, he kneaded your butt in his hands just staring at the art.

The smile on his face was like a kid in the toy store, this may have made him fall even more in love with you.

"I got it a day ago, I had asked everyone if you think you'll like it. I was nervous about it, I already liked it." You explained.

"You like it, I fucking love it!! This is actually so hot of you," Mark paused for a minute, "wait..does that mean haechan saw your ass?"

"Uh yeah? Jaehyun saw, johnny, jungwoo, Yuta, Jaemin, and Jeno y'know all the ass guys." You clarified.

"Get on the bed." You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, you surely hoped that you didn't just make him jealous.

"Please I- I need to see it clearer, get on the bed, lay on your belly." Mark pleaded, you found his frantic state adorable as you silently obeyed.

Crawling onto the bed, laying flat on your stomach as Mark instructed, he sat on the bed sitting next to you. He started to grope your butt for the umpteenth time, he gave it a few smacks. Mark seeing the recoil everytime he hit it only made him hypnotized.

"Fuck princess, your ass is just so beautiful even more with this gorgeous tattoo. This was one of your best decisions ever." Mark gushed.

"I'm glad you like it Markie." You smiled at him watching his every move.

"Yo, I might just be obsessed."

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You were draped over his lap whimpering for him, your ass was beyond sore and you were soaked.

Mark gave you no mercy, smacking your ass repeatedly and teasing your folds. He held your head up with his hand around your neck, he entered two fingers inside you slowly he fucked you painfully slow.

"You're so wet from me abusing your ass, you like when I slap it like this?" Mark's hand collides with your booty again even harder than the last 20-ish slaps, he soothed the pain with generous rubs and grips.

He had let go of your neck and started to focus on your pussy, he had a cheek in one hand and had two fingers pleasuring you with the other.

You're afraid he's not going to keep his hands off of you for awhile because of this tattoo.

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#nct #nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct drabbles #mark lee #nct dream #nct smut #mark lee golden hour #mark lee smut #mark lee imagines #mark lee drabbles

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madame-wilsonn · 2 years

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Take me back to Hawaii

MASTERLIST

Request: "Do you want to tell me what happened?" with Lenny Miller - @look-at-the-soul

Summary: Lenny has a long day at work but you help him feel better.

A/N: yay finally starting to post those celebration requests!! I haven’t written in a while and I feel a bit...rusty but I still hope you enjoy it!! Also, first time writing for my darling Lenny, and I’m very excited! And just so you know, it has no reference to the movie so even without watching it, you can understand! All you need to know is that Lenny is a CIA agent!

Warnings: mentions of injury and a lot of fluff!!

Word count: 1,846 words

Collapsing on his desk chair, Lenny let out a deflated sigh. He passed a hand over his mouth as he stared at the ceiling, the tension from a day of endless meetings visible on his features.

As much as he was passionate about his job, days like this really made him reconsider his career choices. Lenny leaned back, his gaze falling on the small frame on his desk. It was a picture of the both of you in Hawaii. You had gone there to celebrate the New Year, convincing your workaholic husband to take a week off to relax. A subtle grin made its way on his face at the memory.

Lenny reached for his phone, clicking on your name when it appeared on the screen.

After a few seconds, a cheerful voice greeted him, only making his smile grow bigger.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“Is everything okay?” you asked, concerned with his feeble tone.

He could have told you. He could have said “no” and explained everything wrong with today. But instead, Lenny sighed.

“Yeah, yeah. Just wanted to hear your voice…” your husband rubbed his eyes, quickly changing the topic of the conversation. “Are you home already?”

“No. Alicia wanted to try this new Italian restaurant so we went with her. She’s been talking about it for at least two weeks and…”

But Lenny wasn’t listening anymore. Coming home to you was the only thing that kept him going ever since his boss told him their last mission was a complete failure. And now, even that was snatched away from him. He knew how childish it was of him. But he longed for a quiet night in with you, watch some stupid show that makes you giggle and hold onto you for a bit.

“Lenny? Honey?”

“Y-yeah, sorry. I…uh, I have to go now but have fun with your friends. I’ll see you when you get home,” he cut the conversation short, trying to hide his disappointment.

Lenny dropped the phone on his desk, closing his eyes. He desperately needed a warm shower and to lay in bed. But he knew he was still far from going home.

A knock on the door made him jump, tearing him away from his reverie. Lenny took a second to pass a hand in his hair, clearing his throat as he allowed his colleague in.

“Boss wants to see us in his office in five minutes.”

“Yep. I’ll be right there.”

The agent nodded before closing the door again. Lenny took a sip from his coffee and checked his watch. It was already half-past six. For what seemed the hundredth time, he sighed, his gaze lingering on your photo. Gosh, what he would do to go back there…

Lenny cut off the car’s contact, staring blankly at the wall. An agent was in the hospital, severely injured. Because of the orders, he had given. His boss said she should be okay but it didn’t remove the guilt of sending one of his colleagues into a trap.

He walked into the building, dragging his feet to the elevator as he checked his phone. He considered calling you for a second but decided not to. You were having some well-deserved fun with your work friends, he wasn’t going to bother you with his own issues. He knew you wouldn’t mind. You’d listen to him for how long it was necessary, probably even propose to come home early. But it wasn’t fair.

Instead, Lenny considered the idea of taking a hot shower and going straight to bed. Maybe treat himself with a glass of whiskey before that.

It would have been the perfect evening a few years ago. Now, coming home to an empty apartment filled him with a dreary sensation.

Grabbing his keys, he opened the door mechanically, still checking his emails. But as soon as he stepped into the hall, Lenny frowned.

The supposedly empty house smelled like spices and a faint jazzy tune could be heard. For a second he wondered if he was so exhausted his brain was making things up. Nobody was home. He knew that.

Maybe he was just asleep. Maybe he was still in his office, resting his eyes after one too many meetings. Maybe his subconscious realized he would not be getting any peace today so he might as well create some.

“Hey, you’re home!” Lenny blinked a few times as you appeared before him, a bright smile on your face. “I was starting to get worried!”

“W-what are you doing here? Didn’t you have dinner with your friends?”

Your husband was completely lost. He was so tired his brain couldn’t function properly. To the point where he wondered if, during a second of inattention, you mentioned coming home early.

“I did but I chose not to go,” you replied simply, helping him out of his coat. “You didn’t sound too good on the phone earlier.”

Lenny sighed a familiar pinch of guilt in his chest. He was thrilled you were home but he also knew the only reason you came back was because of him. Although his night would have been terrible if you were out, at least you would be having fun.

“You didn’t have to do that. I just had a long day, I’ll be fine.”

For a moment, you kept quiet, working on undoing his tie and unbuttoning the collar of his shirt. Lenny just observed you, inhaling the faint scent of your perfume as you leaned in.

“Honestly, I really wanted to come home. It’s Friday night and all I want is a quiet night in,” you shrugged simply. “Besides, I wasn’t going to miss a perfect evening with you to listen to Alicia complain about that ex of hers.”

A light chuckle escaped Lenny’s lips as he followed you to the kitchen.

“But I have to say, all that talk about the Italian restaurant really made me crave some pizza,” you pointed towards the oven to show the meal you had prepared. “Even had the time to make the dough myself!”

Your obvious cheerfulness seemed to rub off on your husband who managed to tease you. “As long as it doesn’t end like the french fries!”

You gasped dramatically “It was just one time! And I was distracted, you know that!”

Lenny hummed, raising his eyebrows. You shook your head as you realized he was making fun of you and threw a towel at him.

“Out of my kitchen! Now!” you ordered but you couldn’t help the grin on your face. Your husband lifted his hands in surrender, walking over to you.

“Alright, that was mean. I’m sure your pizza is going to be delicious,” he rubbed his thumb over your cheek where he noticed some flour. ”Even better than the one we ate in Venice.”

He finished his sentence by lightly dropping his lips on the tip of your nose.

“Do I have some time to take a quick shower before we eat, chef?”

You nodded, checking on the slightly golden crust. He left the room while you grabbed glasses and plates to set the table.

By the time Lenny came back, you were getting the pizzas out of the oven, humming along with the record player.

You had a lovely dinner. Much better than if you had gone out, that you were sure of. Lenny was quiet. He asked you to tell him about your day, about anything. Just to hear you talk.

It was an unusual habit he had. He was never the chatty kind but after long days, he got somehow even more still. The only thing he found to lift his spirit was to listen to you. He adored watching you get lost in explanations, and make the most bizarre facial expressions while moving your hands around. It always made him smile, no matter how drained he felt.

After your husband took the time to praise your culinary skills, you were ready to start cleaning everything up. But Lenny’s hand stopped you from moving.

“Do you mind leaving this until tomorrow? We can go watch that show of yours you like so much.”

You were about to remind him he hated it but you changed your mind. Maybe it was the way he squeezed your hand, almost desperately. Or maybe it was the pleading look in his eyes. You realized today had probably been much more than just a “long day at work” and at this moment, he needed you.

As soon as his back hit the soft mattress, Lenny closed his eyes, allowing his tensed muscles to relax. He was aware the show had started when he heard the now familiar voices.

It didn’t take him more than a second to wrap an arm around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. Your hand found his soft, raven locks as you fell into a comfortable silence.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" you whispered. You knew your husband well enough to ask him about an issue rather than wait for him to come to you. He didn’t have to talk about it but you always made sure to allow him to vent if needed.

You felt his warm breath against the skin of your neck as he tightened his hold on your body.

“The last mission I organized failed. And an agent was injured,” he blurted out after a moment of quiet. “She should get by fine but…I’m still responsible. I rushed into it and didn’t plan well enough.”

“I don’t think that’s fair, darling. That agent trusted you and she followed your orders because she knew it was the best solution at the time. If she had noticed something wrong, she probably would have mentioned it to you. And the same goes for all your other colleagues. You did what you had to do with the information in your possession,” you spoke softly, trying to find the right words to comfort him. “And you have a dangerous job, there are always risks. Maybe if you hadn’t been in charge, the damage could have been worse.”

Lenny hummed, letting your words sink in. Although he couldn’t help the guilt, the feeling seemed to ease a little after pondering on what you said.

“I just…I think I’m tired,” he added hesitantly. “I have been working too much and I can’t anymore.”

You gazed at him, surprised. He was never one to admit his limits. He enjoyed feeling like he was invincible like nothing could stop him. It only made his statement even more serious. Your heart clenched in your chest as you realized the amount of pressure he must have been under.

“Take a break if you need it, it’s okay,” you assure him after kissing his forehead.

You felt him nod against you, nuzzling closer. The only sounds in the room were the various characters bickering on the television along with your rhythmic breathing. After a few minutes, you were convinced Lenny had fallen asleep but you heard him mumble:

“What do you think about going to Hawaii?”

#mar tag ♡#friends #lenny miller #lenny miller x reader #anna (2019)#anna's grand ball #500 followers celebration #anna’s fics

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looniecartooni · 1 year

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Owl House/D Gray Man Theory: Was one of the inspirations for the Owl House DGM?

Warning: Clunky theory with possible grammatical errors and spoilers ahead for the anime/manga series D Gray Man and the Disney show The Owl House including its finale. If any DGM and/or TOH may have noticed something I might have missed, feel free to (nicely) add on or argue against what I suggest. Also the pictures I use are not all that good and I kept a lot of DGM stuff private to keep any potentially new fans from being spoiled. Also also- it’s a lot longer than I thought it would be- so be warned!

So Owl House and D Gray Man have been near and dear to my heart and the most active fandoms I’ve been a part of for many years.While I’m sad to see the Owl house end and understand it takes time for D Gray Man to update (though it does feel like it may end soon), I’d like to somewhat bring attention what I thought might be DGM referances or inspirations in TOH.

First off- I am going to start off with the idea of brothers kinda Caine and Able-ing eachother for the greater good (yep jumping right into the dark stuff). So in DGM, it is revealed that Mana and Nea were “twins” involved inside a rather secret part of the 100-year exorcist war against The Millenium Earl. Long, confusing, spoiler-free story short, Mana started becoming the next Millenium Earl and Nea believes it is his destiny to destroy him and take his place in order to save him.

Phillip/Belos was also someone who believed he was liberating his brother Caleb from the witches that he thought took his brother from him and actually successfully unalived him according to flashback pictures (which I do not have on me a this second).

Nea’s memory also possesses the main character Allen Walker who is a poor boy that has been through so much trauma and devastation he did not deserve. Oh and since Mana adopted him, that technically makes Nea his uncle. (Allen might also be the reincarnation or something of another Allen- but as of now that has not been confirmed). Allen also has a scar on his eye.

In the Owl House, Hunter- the boy who is a clone/grimwalker of Caleb who has a scar on his cheek and way too much trauma from his Uncle Belos also gets possessed at one point.

Both of Allen and Hunter also tragically lose their little companions that had originally belonged to someone else in the past (Flapjack belonged to Caleb and Timcanpy belonged to Nea and technically Allen’s alcoholic mentor).

As for less tragic stuff/ TOH finale spoilers, here’s what DGM things I thought I noticed ...

When Luz was ripping Belos from the Heart, a bunch of tiny hands come out from behind to attack her.

Tiny hands also appear quite often in D Gray Man both by the power of the exorcists and that of the Millenium Earl’s clan.

Ironically- all the exorcists’ weapons (known as Innocence) originates from something called The Heart of Innocence which the Millenium Earl wants in order to destroy humanity (and possibly save it? It’s still a mystery.

And finally- we have these weird blob things that Belos also tried to use to attack King, Raine, and Eda.

They reminded me a lot of Jasdevi’s hatred.

There’s also a lot of immortal children, darker undertones than realized, ect. but it’s past midnight and this post is long enough so I’m going to say that this is all I could find.

If Dana Terrance was at all inspired by D Gray Man at all- I think that would be awesome. I enjoyed watching the show and I enjoy D Gray Man even though I don’t post about it as often as I used to. Thank you Owl House crew for such a wonderful show for all of us to enjoy and also thank you Hoshino Katsura for the amazing series D Gray Man.

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Nerve_30 [N] || KNJ

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Nerve [Namjoon x Reader]

Prompt - @casnextdoor

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Part 29.5 - Retriggered

Part 30 - Finale [N]

Part 30 - Finale [E]

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Genre - cheating; aftermath; husband au;

Summary - You would never expect it really. He’s doting. He’s sweet. He’s hardworking. But he’s forgotten his morals. Suspecting it is one thing, but when he confirms it, will you stay or walk away.

Warning - Cheating(Aftermath); Angst; Fluff (if you squint);

Word Count - 7.7k

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A/N - Aaaah!! Finally the finale!! I am honestly so mad that this took so long to finalize, but officially, the five-parter Finale will start being posted from this week. Fair warning, I have had so many drafts for these updates and I had to settle on an ending for y/n that I felt would suit Nerve as a whole. And like I have stated many many times, the Nerve Universe is one of pain, of reality. So this is my first warning for future updates, updates [R] and [V] in particular... they are both very very triggering.

As for update [N]... [N] is my baby. This update is as happyending-y as it is going to get. So I hope it's adored as much as I loved writing it.

Once again thank you for being a part of the Nerve journey for Y/n and Namjoon's story.

xx Dee

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‘Why are we doing this again?’ Kenta shifted his shoulders as Yuna took individual pictures with Jia and her team. ‘I mean it’s outdated to have every individual follow a line to have their picture taken with the bride and groom.’

You sighed. ‘Well… only relevant people are present. And Yuna wanted it this way.’

Kenta’s lip curled. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he was annoyed. But as always his approach with Yuna was to contemplate, then give in anyway.

‘Ken, time for a couples pic with the team.’ Yoongi motioned without looking away from the camera.

You watched as he took his place next to Yuna and her team, sporting a somewhat awkward smile. You internally laughed at his predicament – all the poor man wanted to do was get out of that suit.

‘I’m gonna head out.’

‘Jeez, Ria.’ You clutched your heart involuntarily, at the sound of her voice so close to your ear. ‘Don’t sneak up on me like that.’

You recovered easily when she didn’t even acknowledge your whining. ‘You have everything required for the set up? Roses? Candles?’

‘Yep,’ she popped the ‘p’ as she pulled up a list used to help set up Yuna and Kenta’s room. ‘Jia is driving me and Ji-hyun will help out.’ She looked up at you and offered a tired smile. She’d been a big part of the wedding hype.

You were about to express your gratitude when she straightened her spine, and her eyes giving off a warning glint. ‘Incoming,’ she whispered.

You didn’t need to look behind you to know who she was referring to. The prickling awareness at your nape, the swirling in your head, the tightness in your chest – you puffed out a shaky breath as Kwang brushed past you, and you tried to refocus on Ria.

‘Thanks, Ri.’ You reached out for her, a selfish part of you needing the little comfort it would offer. ‘For helping with the wedding prep and the phone calls and the invites and still preparing for next year's start.’

She squeezed your hand before returning to the list on her phone screen. ‘This is Yuna we’re talking about, of course I was happy to help.’ You watched in silence as she meticulously struck off each item. Ria was conscientious, detail-oriented, and sometimes so closed off that her walls pissed you off, but it was soothing sometimes, to just watch her do her job. It reminded you a bit of Jin – sturdy and secure. She turned to look out at the waning reception when she was done. ‘We did pretty good, if I do say so myself.’

You hummed at the observation as some guests bid the newlyweds farewell after their pictures, and some were on the dance-floor.

Your eyes swept the room, mentally counting all your family members and taking note of where they were when something caught your attention.

Jinx and her mother Hee-Joo were at the bar, instinctively your eyes sought out Sylo and you watched in awe as Hee-Joo raised her glass, in what could only be labeled as a random gesture, if Sylo hadn’t tipped his toward his secret wife, not even glancing in her direction as he did so – from all the way on the other side of the hall.

As far as anyone was concerned, Hee-Joo was Jinx’s mother, not Sylo’s wife. And for good reason since Sylo worked in a cutthroat business.

But it did your heart good to see that they could make their lives work, albeit unconventional and hidden from prying eyes.

‘Let me stand on this side.’

You heard rustling behind you and you unconsciously inched closer to Ria, not wanting to brush against Kwang even by accident when he moved around Yuna.

‘Are you gonna be okay?’ Ria leaned forward to whisper against your cheek.

Something in you softened at the concern in her usually stoic gaze.

You thought of lying to her, it wasn't personal and it would have been no effort of yours to put her mind at ease, but you were both past that point of friendship.

Ria was there that day. She was the first person that saw you when you stormed out of your father’s office. Ria took one look at your distraught expression and hid you away from busybodies and known office gossips. It was Ria who listened to your incoherent string of words, combined with snot and saliva as you sobbed and felt sorry for yourself. She sat with you in the storage closet on the topmost floor and watched you cry it all out.

It was Ria who helped you stay on top of your job, eat when you couldn’t be bothered to, reminded you that you were not alone when you couldn't confide in Yuna. She became your friend even when you didn’t have the capacity to return her friendship and she was your biggest ally next to your mom in outing the partners.

Ria could be civil, with both your father and Kwang, and she may seem so impassive and indifferent to anyone outside her close circle, but she had the biggest heart – you had experienced it firsthand.

‘I wish he wasn’t here.’ The strangled confession did more harm than intended as a layer of your strength disintegrated in front of her. ‘I wish I didn’t have to feel so … dirty.’

‘Hey,’ Ria reprimanded you by pinching your arm.

‘Ow!’ You rubbed at the spot absently and shot her a warning glare.

‘You were not at fault. You did nothing wrong, y/n.’ She dropped her voice, and the frost in it rivaled the winter snow outside. ‘You are the victim here. The one who had no support, no justice and no vindication. He knew what he was doing from the get-go. Don’t you dare carry the blame for something like that. The burden is his… not yours.’

You blinked at Ria’s impassioned rambling. Mild as it was, she was never one to discuss such things in public, let alone say all of that in one go. You were almost overcome with emotion at the protective gesture, but you had to hold it together. It was a different issue altogether, that you wanted to imagine Yoongi’s body stiffening visibly at Ria's words.

The second-oldest had always been more perceptive than most, and he’d been hovering as much as the rest of the hyung line, even if he wasn’t sure what for. Well, what’s one more person? Add the soulmates and your maknae and let’s make it a party.

You internally cringed at the thought of Jungkook knowing. Taehyung knowing didn’t sit well with you either–he was too close to Yuna. It would be something to be angry about or better yet something he will have no choice but to keep from her. And Jimin... Park Jimin was emotionally safe. He radiated strength and respect and light, so much love and light… it wouldn’t be fair for him to know, it wouldn’t be fair for him to carry such a burden. As for the hyung line, you had to admit, they were a personal form of stability you relied on for support. You couldn’t help that Kenta and Ria were in the know. But Yuna? Yuna could never know…

‘He’s despicable.’ Ria shot him a hard look as she continued. ‘But you got this, y/n. The night’s almost over anyway.’ She frowned slightly. ‘You’d think he’d have enough shame to remain hidden away in whatever crevice he’s been in, all this time.’

It would have certainly made the night easy for you.

‘Fuck him,’ you dismissed him, doing your best to keep your voice down.

‘Yeahhh, no thank you.’ Ria snorted loud enough to have a few heads turning, but she ignored them. ‘Seriously though,’ she patted your hand, ‘just a few more hours.’

You hummed noncommittally. ‘Send me a pic when you’re done with the set up.’ You bit back your smile as you reminded her of her last task.

She met your eyes, gave you a blank stare and whispered the word. ‘Fuck.’ Her resigned expression afterward was too much for you to hold back your laugh.

‘Go on,’ you pushed her in the direction of the entrance. ‘Jia and JiJi should still be in the car waiting to use expletives on you.’

You blew out a puff of air as you took out your phone to absently scroll or act like you had something important to do. The tightness was back as soon as you lost sight of Ria.

It wasn’t about being alone, or standing aimlessly next to Yoongi, who you hadn’t confided in yet, that added onto the feeling of dread. In fact the only reason you weren’t a complete mess, was because you had had someone around you to keep it together – Yoongi helped in that department without actually using words.

But the pain in your back and the heaviness and your shoulders and the cloying in your throat was because of too much at one time.

You could usually keep appearances – you excelled at it. But the past few weeks were so draining. The tug-of-war with Namjoon took… well… almost everything from you. Your eyes sought out your husband, who looked to be in a serious conversation with your mother. She had her arms crossed and he bent his head in acquiescence, obviously accepting her reprove without protest.

Ra-Mi was not close to you or Namjoon. But she was polite. She was your mother and she acted as such these days. Your mother understood something your father hadn’t – it was too late to make amends for what was. In your mind, she may not be perfect, but she made it known she would be there for you, even now, in any way you preferred.

Now, according to Kenta, who you trusted more than your own self, your husband’s alleged affair seemed to lead a path to something deeper, darker, involving someone like Maiya who you had never known and whoever was the mastermind behind it all.

Let’s not forget that your safety blanket, your bodyguard, your head of security was leaving you for God knows how long. Yuna, who was some sort of extension of your whole existence, would not be easily accessible. Yes, marriage, though a legally binding process, was workable, as you had explained to Kenta, but it still changes things.

But when you fall in love with someone you deem as ‘the one,’ you are giving a part of yourself to them, choosing them through all the good and the bad, and to put them first. And like it or not, that trumps all of the smaller parts you’d previously shared with others. You and Yuna would always be important to each other. But now, Yuna had Kenta. From this point forth, her relationship with him would take precedence over yours. It was bittersweet, but you had the solace of knowing she would never ever be alone.

You already had Namjoon. But back when you got married, Yuna and Kenta weren’t even a couple yet. If all of what you were feeling was a fraction of how she felt when you promised yourself to Namjoon, you couldn’t imagine how she’d handled coming second to him. The thought of her letting go of that part of you that she held so dear for a long time–and now you had to do the same. A selfish part of you wouldn’t want to share at all. Fuck men, who needs ‘em.

You snorted at your childish thoughts.

‘You good, y/n?’ Yoongi glanced at you wide-eyed and concerned.

His expression sent you into a fit of giggles and for a minute you considered you might actually be going insane from all the shit you had to deal with.

When you finally quieted down and breathed deeply to salvage a bit of calm, you reassured him that you were fine and just needed to get a drink. Yoongi wouldn’t push you to talk, not ever and he wouldn’t feel any offense at the lack of information either.

You took one step towards the bar, before you had to turn back to the sound of Yuna’s voice.

‘Y/n! Get in here!’ She motioned with her hand for you to join the photo, the happiness spilling out of her.

You would, but you battled to keep the smile on your face as your heart rate picked-up and your legs threatened to stay frozen to the ground as you watched Kwang hold his hand out to pull you to stand next to him.

You didn’t know how to say ‘no’. The protests bubbled up and every fiber of your body screamed in revulsion but you couldn’t speak. You just stood there.

‘Sorry, Yuna.’ A new voice said from behind you, as you felt a tap on the side of your shoulder. ‘Y/n promised me a dance.’

The controversy surrounding Huru was enough for you to decline. It would upset almost every single band member, not to mention your husband. But at this moment, right now, he was saving you by being the lesser of two evils.

You shrugged and made a ‘what are ya gonna do’ face before taking Huru’s hand. Mentally batting away the disapproval in Yoongi’s menacing gaze, you called over your shoulder as you escaped. ‘We’ll do our pictures last.’

You noted that Huru’s hand was cold. Not nervous or clammy, not showing a hint of nervousness. If he really had a crush on you, he would have the opposite reaction right?

‘Lighten up, y/n,’ Huru whispered in your ear, as he led you through a makeshift version of the waltz. ‘It’s just one dance.’

‘I haven’t said anything yet.’ You rebuffed his comment, not wanting to admit that you were just using him to get away.

He did his version of a smile, something so small, barely a hint on his lips, that it wouldn’t be caught unless you really paid attention.

‘Your body language tells me all I need to know.’ He led your body into a twirl, and loosened his hold on your arms after stabilizing you. ‘I just wanted to give you a quick save. You can leave when you want to.’

You looked up at him, his blank expression betraying nothing. Because you were nice, because you didn’t want to hurt him and because you didn’t want to seem unreasonable, you slid your hands around his neck. As a result he tucked you closer.

‘I take it,’ he started after a few seconds of silence,’ that you’re not very happy with me.’

Oh so he was going there. ‘That depends… are you going to confirm the rumors I’ve been hearing?’

‘That would depend on what you’ve heard… and from whom.’

His acerbic tone didn’t sit well with you. ‘Okay, cut it out.’ You said in the most polite tone you could muster. ‘Talking in riddles, reading between the lines, putting up a front…‘ you shook your head, ‘we don’t do that. So tell me what’s going on. Do you actually have a crush on me?’

It was hard to keep eye contact when you felt this much discomfort. And not in the sense that he could do something bad to you, more so the fact that if you said the wrong words or did the wrong thing, you didn’t want to be in a position where you would have led him on. Unintentionally or not.

‘Full disclosure?’ He looked down at you, his pace slow and his eyes hard, as if warning you that there was no going back after you made your choice.

You waited, as you both stared each other down in a way that would have your husband fuming, if he wasn’t already.

Huru sighed, finally giving in first. ‘Who wouldn’t be attracted to you, y/n?’

You swallowed against the distaste of his admission. ‘That’s not flattering.’

Huru’s eye twitched at your choice of words. ‘How is it not?’

‘It’s perturbing.’ You glared at him, willing yourself not to step out of his arms. Once you did, the matter would drag, escalate and just make it fucking awkward when he had to be with you almost all hours of the day until Yoshi was back.

‘What’s the big deal, y/n?’ He openly scowls. ‘You’re smart, beautiful. You have an infectious energy that introduces itself before you do. And to the people that truly know you, the y/n without her so called mask of ice…’ his brows pinched together as if he battled with the new development himself, ‘you’re quite… captivating.’

Beautiful and smart were common words. You could call a flower beautiful. You could call a monkey smart. It was words like ‘infectious energy’, and ‘captivating’ that caught your attention and penetrated your defenses. But you wouldn’t budge for measly words either. If he said it as a friend, as an acquaintance or even as an honest compliment with good intentions, it would have made all the difference. Because now, they felt wrong, such grand words made you want to cover your ears. ‘You’re making me uncomfortable.’ You admitted through clenched teeth.

‘You wanted me to be honest.’ He stares at you with a pinched expression. It was the first very real, very annoyed reaction that irked you. For once you wouldn’t mind if he kept his robot face on.

‘Yes, I know. Thank you.’ You rush out. ‘For your honesty.’ You dropped your gaze. ‘But now, the only way forward is to create a bit of distance so you can… work on those…’ you felt your brows furrow, the anxiety in the pit of your stomach bordering on overdrive, ‘feelings.’

His fingers clenched slightly on your arms. The hold wasn’t a painful one, so you let it slide. ‘What are you trying to say?’

You raised your head again to make eye contact. ‘Maybe it’s not such a good idea for you to take over Kenta’s position.’

‘I can handle myself.’ There was a hard finality in his tone.

‘This isn’t high school, Huru. We don’t need to be friends and we don’t need to know each other.’ Definitely not at the expense of your family, not to mention your husband.

‘I haven’t asked you for anything.’ He looked at you incredulously. ‘I haven’t done anything to warrant your decision. And you do not have to trust me when I say I do not go after married women, but regardless of my line of work, I actually have some morals.’

‘I don’t want to lead you on.’ You gave him a pointed look, because such a thing was inevitable. ‘I don’t want to have to feel too conscious of myself around you, what I say, what I do…’ you huffed in exasperation. ‘You see the way I am around Kenta, Yoshi, even Zwahn, Yeon, Xan… we hug when we greet, and they have to hold onto me in crowds, steer me away, grab me when the situation requires it. Do you see why this will be hard for you?’ Do you understand how uncomfortable it would be for me?

He frowns and his tone is clipped when he finally lets loose on whatever he’d been holding back. ‘So Hoseok can get the benefit of the doubt, but I can’t?’

You had the sudden urge to slap him. Hobi was yours. No one, not even Namjoon, questioned your dynamic with Hobi. He cleared the air, sure, but he was never disrespectful enough to compare. ‘Do not compare yourself to anyone in my family.’ You stepped out of his grasp. ‘We’re done here.’

‘Wait, y/n. I was out of line.’ He held onto your elbow, just as you turned to walk away. ‘I apologize.’ He drops his head and his shoulders sag. ‘The last thing I want to do is upset you. I’m sorry.’ He searched your face. ‘But the issue remains that you need a head of security. Immediately.’

From the corner of your eye you could see both Namjoon and Jin converge. You held up your hand to both of them to imply you had it handled, but they didn’t stop their approach.

‘Mind if I cut in.’ Jungkook appeared out of nowhere and took the hand that Huru had in his grasp.

Jungkook easily got his way when he motioned to his hyungs with his eyes, effectively stopping them in their tracks and giving Huru the heads up.

Huru bowed out meekly to avoid an altercation when he glanced at them and back, but not before a few last words. ‘I will be here, y/n. Until Yoshi gets better. My contract is already in place. As for me, my feelings, though real, are mine to deal with. Don’t base my work ethic on my personal feelings. I certainly won’t let them get in the way.’ He offered a gracious nod to Jungkook and left the dance-floor without another word.

On another day, in another setting, more than a few words from Huru would be refreshing – you’d even take it in stride. But he was embarrassed and you felt bad that he was feeling embarrassed and the whole conversation paved a way to something unwelcome and unnecessary. It was a new set of balls to juggle and you were the clown stuck with the task.

You went easily into Jungkook’s embrace. He tugged lightly at your hand, tucking you closer in an attempt to comfort you.

‘Are they mad?’ You whispered into his shoulder, referring to Namjoon and Jin considering he had a clear view of the two.

‘Absolutely pissed.’ You sighed and you felt his jawline against your forehead. ‘Figured I’d rather save you, before they got here.’

‘Thank you.’

‘Anytime.’

‘So… who’s got your camera?’ You attempted to fill the silence.

‘Tae hyung. Although I have a feeling I might find more pictures of him within the time-frame that he has it.’

You chuckled lightly. That was true. Taehyung knew all too well how handsome he was.

‘Are you okay? That seemed to be a pretty intense discussion.’

‘I am now.’ You closed your eyes and swayed to the slow music, and actually felt how much easier it was to breath when you were held by someone that knew their limitations and had no expectations and just fucking cared just because.

You opened your eyes when a reiteration of the last few minutes reeled through your mind. ‘Kook,’ You pulled back and pinched your eyebrows together. ‘Why did you signal him about your hyungs coming over?’

His lip curled in a half-smile. ‘Executing the plan, Noona.’

‘Exactly, what… plan is that?’

Jungkook bent his head to whisper in your ear. ‘The one where we find out exactly what Huru wants from you.’

You gave him a look of utter confusion. 'What are you talking about?'

'Think about it,' Jungkook matched the music and you followed his lead as he explained. 'He's known Ken for a long time now, and Yuna by association. And only now, you're coming face to face with him, when you've also been a better part of their lives.' He shrugged. 'It's just a bit weird that he'd put in the effort that he is. According to Kenta and Yeon he's a loner, always has been. He does a job and moves out when it's complete. But now he's here, he's actually staying in Seoul indefinitely. Then he wants to be closer to Kenta, tries to be nice to us but that backfired and now he wants in on whatever gig you have going on.' Jungkook bit at his piercing absently. 'I'm just saying, if you're such a recluse, and you want nothing to do with the drama of the world, why would you want any association with a high-profile idol’s wife, and by default, a band that's in the literal center of media attention.'

You followed his words and you couldn't deny that Jungkook was making sense. 'But this is all speculation.' Your halfhearted attempt to nip the situation in the bud went nowhere.

'Exactly.' Jungkook nodded. 'It's speculation. And that's fair, if he wants to change his lifestyle, have a change of scenery, and all of those wonderfully human-like things, by all means it's possible. If that's the case, there's obviously nothing to worry about. But… ' His hold on your palm tightened a little to make you look up at him. 'If we're wrong about this, we'd rather be one step ahead of him.'

You arched an eyebrow. 'And you've taken it on yourself to do this.'

He shot you a cocky smirk. 'I'm the youngest, the most flexible one, I can look up at him like he lights up the sky with fireworks and he'd be none the wiser.'

‘So that was for show?’ You referred to when he got Huru to back off before his hyungs got involved.

‘Uh huh.’ He agreed, his pride resonating through in the simple sound. ‘He needs to have an ally. I play nice. I make friends with him. And I help figure out his angle.’ He iterated his plan in a few short words, slapping on the end for good measure. ‘Kenta and I have an agreement.’

A sense of foreboding prickled at your neck. Sure, you and Huru played nice and you took pride in chiseling out his stoney features, until he started making it more… but you weren't naive.

The PI was capable of who knows what, probably ruthless and unforgiving… you frowned at the idea of Jungkook playing games.

‘That’s not comforting in the least. Kook-ah…’ you started and had to pause to find the right words. ‘The things they do, Kenta and the team… Huru for that matter… what they’ve seen…' You purse your lips, trying not to put a dent in Jungkook's confidence in his abilities, but still wanting to protect him. 'It’s dangerous to play games with someone like Huru. I mean, God knows what he’s done for Kenta of all people to be weary of him. We can’t risk you getting hurt.’ You especially couldn’t risk him getting hurt.

‘Relax. I won’t do anything reckless, I promise.’

Okay, Plan B. ‘Do your hyungs know about this?’

‘No,’ he remained surprisingly calm, ’and you can’t tell them either.’

You raised a brow at his tone, before he clarified further. ‘They need to believe it’s real. Huru is perceptive. And I think if they have genuine reactions, it would give him the right idea.’

Smart. ‘Your hyungs are going to have an aneurysm.’ The joke tumbled from your mouth before you could stop it. Too late you realized a joke would make what he was doing some version of ‘okay’ when it really wasn’t. ‘Don’t go through with it, Kook. It’s going to cause a rift between your hyungs and yourself.’

‘I’m doing it for our family. I’m just making friends with him, Noona. You matter. And Namjoon hyung matters.’ He clicks his tongue before a strangled sentence passes between his lips. ‘We cannot go through this shit again. Especially not because of another man.’

You wince at his words. Relax y/n, he didn’t mean it like that. He was not questioning your loyalty or your morals. You understood what he was trying to say, but it still stung.

His features softened. 'I don't mean it like that, Noona. I trust you. I do. But I need to do this.’ His eyes plead with you, and he adds to it with his next words. ‘I'm only going to get close to him. Texting. Maybe meet-ups at the gym. Asking for advice. Nothing over the top. Nothing unnecessary.' He blew out a puff of air. 'Please let me do this.’

It was a no-brainer. Your head didn’t even consider arguing with your heart. You were a sucker. The man in front of you could commit murder and you’d find a way to make it go away.

‘Jungkook I swear,’ you pointed a finger at him, ‘if I find you scaling buildings or sneaking out or even remotely putting your freaking pinky finger in danger, I’ll –’ you stopped mid breath. What could you possibly threaten him with? ‘I’ll shave your head bald!’

Jungkook pursed his lips together to keep from laughing.

‘I am so serious!’

He broke out into a bunny smile, his laugh following suit. ‘Okay. No recklessness. No unnecessary risks. And yes, whatever information I find, I’ll pass along to you as well.’

You raise your pinky, wishing your resolve didn’t crumble, and hoping to all hell you weren’t making a mistake.

He folds his pinky around yours, his jaw set and his face a mask of seriousness. ‘I promise.’

You willed him to keep his promise. You needed him to keep his promise. Because if something, God forbid, happened to Jungkook, it wouldn’t be about Namjoon or the band being angry, it wouldn’t be about the betrayal of you knowing and giving the go ahead, it wouldn’t be about ever forgiving you for it either – it would be your guilt that would eat you alive, if Jungkook ever got hurt and you could have done something about it.

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When you ended your dance with Jungkook, you were passed over to a very pissed off Seokjin, who, after a long and arduous lecture, handed you over to the open arms of your husband.

You didn’t like being scolded, even if you deserved it. But you hated making Namjoon upset all the more.

He hadn’t spoken a word to you yet and you were on the second song. His arms encased your body until your breasts were flush against him and you wrapped your hands around his neck, your fingers clutching to the hair on his nape.

‘Don’t be mad,’ you said so softly. His frustration was a stark thing that crackled between you and you had to wonder if he even heard you speak.

It was anxiety inducing. Not in the sense that he would ever leave you over something so trivial, but to destabilize the bond you both had solidified not less than an hour ago, it made you feel like shit.

And it’s not like you meant to go off with Huru or have an intense argument or even push anyone's boundaries for the hell of it. It was either Kwang or Huru and at least Huru didn’t make you want to hide. That childish feeling to hide behind someone, make yourself look small and unseen, all but disappear from the one person you didn’t want to be reminded that you existed. All so as not to cause a ripple in the still waters you worked so hard to keep from high tide.

You hid your face in his shoulder. ‘Please don’t be mad at me.’

'You did exactly the opposite of what I told you to do!' You jumped slightly as Namjoon pulled back and glowered at you. He kept his voice down but it was no less forceful.

'I didn't want to go stand next to Kwang for pictures.' You scrunch your face, wishing more than anything that Kwang would leave. 'He offered an opening and I took it.' You gnashed your teeth, as you felt a flicker of irritation from being startled. You consciously had to work to be calm and not snap at him. 'It was just a dance, Namjoon. And I had a chance to clarify a few things.'

'He touched you. He had no right to touch you or force you into any situation.' The bite in his tone was really starting to piss you off.

'Kenta has also held me back to talk, so has Yeon, so has any of the guys, it wasn't hurtful, he wasn't trying to hurt me or force me.'

'I trust Kenta. I trust Yeon, Xan, Zwahn, my brothers, even Ji-ho I trust to some extent, but I do not fucking trust him! Just fucking get rid of him.'

You blinked up at him.

‘Or do you want me to do it for you?’

You felt the stab of his anger, as your own threatened to lash out, but you bit the inside of your cheek. ‘Don’t talk to me like that.’ You said softly. ‘And don’t threaten me.’ You stuck your nose in the air. ‘The day you get to fire any individual working for me is the day I start making decisions for your music career.’

Namjoon glared at you, the implication of your choice of words resonating loud and clear. But you wouldn’t back down.

You let out a low sigh of relief when his tense shoulders relaxed slightly and he finally realized how illogical he was being. ‘I don’t like feeling like this, y/n.’ Namjoon's voice was taut as he leaned in to speak into your hair. ‘I know. I know you’re defiant and stubborn, but… you wouldn’t choose to hurt me.’ He pulled back so you looked up at him and touched his forehead to yours. ‘I just hate that he wants you. And don’t tell me he doesn’t want you.’ You could hear him mutter under his breath. ‘I fucking hate the idea of anyone falling for you the way I have. And I don't want him fucking touching you.'

You tightened your hold on him. ‘Namjoon… ’ you started, grasping blindly for words that could make this better. The very idea that he could lose you would be a living nightmare for the rest of his life if he didn’t get a handle on it.

‘What did the fucker even have to say?’ He spoke before you could even try to comfort him, effectively making you retreat into a shell you would usually never need to have around him.

'Baby, look at me,' you tilted your head to the side as your anger dissipated. The tumultuous emotion replaced itself with a sense of trepidation. 'He's not a threat to you, Namjoon. He never was. And he can't hurt me.' At least, after your discussion with Jungkook, you hoped he couldn't.

Namjoon's jaw set. He saw straight through your ruse to reassure him. 'Tell me.'

You dropped your gaze. A sense of unease curled up your back, and crossed both your shoulders, for once you wished you could lie to Namjoon, just to keep the peace. But a bigger part of you knew it would haunt you, even if this was something you could handle, even if his fears were irrational. ‘He said I was captivating.’

Namjoon tensed up under your arms. ‘But he also said that I do need a head of security, and that he will behave.’ You sighed, the heaviness in your chest a bit too much to handle. ‘He wouldn’t let his personal feelings get in the way.’

When you looked up at Namjoon his face, he looked at you like you were stupid.

You glared back. ‘I already asked him to reconsider.’

Namjoon scoffed. ‘As if he would.’

‘No, but he’s right. And it will not be permanent. He’s being…’ you winced as you continued to defend a man you had no business defending, ‘... mature about it.’

‘Are you kidding me?’ His voice was deceptively soft, a dark glint in his eye every indication that he was everything but calm.

'His contract is already in place.'

Namjoon huffed, and the cold laugh that was very unlike him made your hair stand on end.

‘Don't fuck with me, y/n. He’s admitted that he wants to get into your panties, in colorful words might I add, and you’re still going to employ him.’ Namjoon wasn’t attacking you. He was doing that logical, cold Namjoon thing, where his tone made you question your own choices and your own thinking and it hit too close to home with your father fresh at the back of your mind.

‘Can you just fucking trust me?’ You hissed, not taking kindly to his crude words. ‘I’ll work on not visiting any bars, if that makes you feel any better.’

The words left your mouth as an outlet to a stream of pent up frustration. Despite your need to defend yourself, you regretted them instantly. You screwed your eyes shut and wished to take them back, but you couldn’t.

Blowing out a breath of air, you inhaled and exhaled twice, before you looked back up at Namjoon, who averted his eyes instantly. ‘I’m sorry.’ You licked your lip. ‘I didn’t mean it like that.’

Your heart fell as he shook his head. ‘Not like I didn’t deserve it.’ You remained silent. You didn’t want him to think you would always bring it up and throw it in his face, you were not like that. You wouldn’t purposely hurt him. But the double standard was pissing you off, even if he was justified in being weary about the situation and the individual involved. Some part of you wanted to repeat the apology, reiterate that you didn’t mean it in the way it came out and beg to make it better so the renewed rift didn’t last, and another part of you wanted to hold your tongue, because what good would it do if he couldn’t see past his bout of jealousy.

He huffed after a couple of seconds. ‘What are we doing? What am I doing?’ His face screwed up in distaste as he exclaimed. ‘Fuck!’

‘Hey, hey,’ you stood up on your tiptoes and cradled his face in your palms. ‘It’s okay.’ You couldn’t help comforting him – you loved him.

‘No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be talking to you like that.’ His voice was tight, his usually kept together facade crumbled in front of you. ‘I know you. I'd like to think I know you better than you know yourself.’ Heated whispers against your lips. ‘And yeah, I don’t trust him, and I know he’s good at his job. I know that, but I can’t stand him.' His expression hardened. 'Above all, I know you wouldn't… I know he doesn't have a chance, but I just… I don’t know,’ he motioned with his hand, grasping for the right words. ‘… I'd rather you not entertain his bullshit, and this probably isn't even the half of –,'

‘It’s okay to be scared.’ You cut off his rant. 'While he's here those fears you feel are justified.’ You lifted yourself up to peck his jawline. ‘But you need to trust me to handle this. I will be safe and I will be vigilant and I will be cautious around him.'

Sometimes you could curse your ability to understand this beautiful man the way you did. Because your fears were on par with his, it was exactly what you were both afraid of – losing each other. To anyone. To anything.

‘I’m yours, Namjoon.’ You let him feel the bite of your nails back at his nape. ‘Well and truly yours.’ You would repeat the words as many times as he needed you to. ‘Even if someone loves me, even if someone likes me, even if they have a crush on me, no matter who they are, they will never be Kim Namjoon.’ You caressed his bottom lip with yours. ‘I will never stop loving you, Namjoon.’ You shook your head against the ringing confession. ‘I know I will love you, with everything I have and all that I am, until there’s nothing left of me. No one changes that. No one.’

When you sit back on your heels, his eyes bore into yours. And something altogether different passed between you. Fears. Insecurities. Cheating. Obsessive fans. They didn’t hold a candle to this man, this moment, the emotions swirling between you two; a tender violence that both strangled and breathed life into the necessary longing that you needed each other, more than you would ever admit, and more than you could ever imagine.

Namjoon’s face ingrained in every thought, his name behind every word you spoke out loud, his existence in the air you breathed. He was yours. And you were his and denying it would be as futile as counting the drops of water in the Namsan river.

He presses his lips together before he speaks again. ‘Will you ever forgive yourself?’ Your heart stops as his voice cracks on the raw sentence. ‘Can you forgive yourself for staying with a man that let you, for even one second believe, that you were not enough.’ His nostrils flared, as if the idea of it made him angry, but he couldn’t help himself or choose the alternative. ‘You have options, y/n. Asshole over there is one of them. But you stayed.' He brought your hand to his heart, and you felt the beat under your palm. 'You stayed for me.’

Your muscles lock at his words, not wanting to face the truth about yourself, but also knowing you were not coward enough to walk away from them. It was real, raw, something only Namjoon would dare ask you.

‘You know you deserve better. You know you should have walked away.’ His jawline is more pronounced at his declaration, it makes him all the more handsome. He really was so sexy when he was mad. ‘You are strong, y/n, to give me a chance, to stay and rebuild us knowing it won’t be easy. You’re so fucking strong. ‘ His fingers hold onto you in a bruising grip, keeping you from any distraction, needing you to listen to him, also for him to be sure that he could still hold you, feel you there as he battled himself with the answer to a question he already knew. ‘And I know you say you will not have regrets… of course if you do, we can deal with it then. And so help me God, if another man tries, especially that prick. But as you choose to stay….’ His jaw ticks and he does that tongue in cheek thing you find so hot ‘… do you think… you can ever… forgive yourself?’

You blinked against the rush of emotion behind your eyes, willing yourself not to look away as you answered. ‘I will. Someday.’

You would not lie to him, it would be as unjust as lying to yourself.

‘But for now, I prefer to think that I was designed to love you.’ There’s a lump in your throat that doesn’t make it hard to speak, just… it was just… a lot. ‘Call me crazy, but I can’t get enough. I can’t stay mad.’ Your voice drops to a whisper. ‘I can’t give you up.’

A tear slides down your cheek, showing him exactly how deep it went. ‘Don’t do it again.’ The plea comes from a part of you, you wished to never see the light of day. But he opened the dam, so he would just have to deal with it.

How this conversation had taken a turn or how your anger and irritation turned into you being pliant and honest and open, you didn’t know – but here you were, handing Namjoon your heart without reservation. ‘This second chance,’ you let him see your anger as well, ‘it’s not for the same mistake.’

He repeated the promise he’d made at least twice before. ‘Never,’ he touched his forehead to yours and you closed your eyes against the second set of tears that threatened to spill over. ‘Never again.’

Namjoon’s arms cradled you against his chest and your hands wrapped around him instinctively. His scent, his warmth – all of it, so freaking Namjoon. ‘I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, y/n.’ His chin rests on your head and somehow you know he’s smiling, even if it's a sad one. ‘You’re still the biggest mystery of my life, y/n. A book full of words I want to read, a galaxy of stars I won’t stop looking at. I want to find you when you are lost and figure you out and hold you. Dammit, I want to hold you and be your ground, so when you fall you know you can’t fall anymore. I’m going to do more. I’m going to be better. I promise.’

He hugged you to him. 'And I swear I will fucking punch him in the face as many times as I need to for him to get the message. I don't care what he does, who he is, which part of his body he hides his gun, I don't give a fuck, if he touches you again, if he even tries something –,'

You stood up on your tiptoes to kiss him. It was a light kiss, a little more than a peck, if anything it was a promise. 'Yours, Kim Namjoon.' You whispered against his lips and wrapped your arms around his waist.

'Mine.' The declaration was a deep rumble from his chest. His nose danced across your cheek and you held back your smile. Your husband was a big goofball.

As you found some sort of solace in his arms, you were hit with a stunning realization. Love wouldn't save you. Not always. When a bond was littered with everything real, two people that understood what it was, how much hurt it entailed, would have every reason to believe in love and know it wasn't everything… but still fight with everything they had.

Money wouldn't last. Pieces of paper, easily breakable, burnable, easy to use.

Attention would fade. Even the best of people needed a break from each other, separate beds and separate lives. Looks weren't even in the running. They were an added bonus. But with time, they held nothing.

If it were based solely on emotion… love was up and down, less and more, a rainy night now a sunny day tomorrow. Love colored a bond – it was between the two people it existed for, to uphold it.

Yes, you felt… but it was also a choice. Namjoon was your love and your choice.

And you chose as such, because you realized that you have to let the people that love you… love you – even if it provides an opportunity for the greatest of pains, even if parts of you were ripped away, parts that now belonged to him where you were more him than you, you had to love… even if it would devastate you beyond anything you could ever hope to recover from.

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A3! Hyodo Kumon - Translation [SR] Festival of Blooming (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Kumon: …

Misumi: Kumon, have you changed~?

Kumon: Yep, come in!

Misumi: Okay, I’m opening the door~!

-pause-

Misumi: Wow! Kumon’s wearing my clothes!

Kumon: What do you think? Do I look good!?

Misumi: Mhm, mhm! You look great in them!

Kumon: Hehe. Glad to hear that~! Alright, I’m gonna start my skit as you now!

Misumi: Go ahead!

Kumon: “Triangle, triangle, where could you be~…” “Ah, I spy a triangle!”

Misumi: (It’s me searching for triangles~!)

Kumon: “I bet Tenma would love this triangle keychain~!” “Here’s some triangle candies~! I gotta tell Kazu about them!”

Misumi: (That feels like what happened when he stuck close with me the other day~.)

Kumon: “I hope everyone loves the triangles I found for them~!” …That’s a wrap!

Misumi: Clap, clap, clap~!

Kumon: Hehe… I used you while you were searching for triangles the other day as reference! It was impressive that you remembered someone every time you spotted one… Since I got the chance, I thought I’d act out that wonderful side of you this time! The roommate mission might be over now, but let’s go look for triangles again together!

Misumi: Sure! Thanks, Kumon!

Kumon: Hehe, I should be saying thanks! Oh yeah, let’s take the polaroid picture! Please be my cameraman, Sumi-san!

Misumi: On it~! Have you decided on a pose, Kumon?

Kumon: It’s a no-brainer!

*click*

Misumi: It’s a triangle pose~!

Kumon: When you think of Sumi-san, it’s gotta be that! Whew! We took the polaroid… I gotta report to nii-chan right away!

-pause-

Juza: …

*footsteps running*

Juza: Hm?

Misumi: —AH! There’s Juza!

Kumon: Good eye! Nii-chaaan!

Juza: Kumon, that outfit…

Kumon: Hehe. They’re Sumi-san’s clothes! Like I said before, I’m here to let you know how it went~! How do I look? Good!?

Juza: …Yeah, I think it’s great.

Misumi: Good for you, Kumon~!

Kumon: Hehe, yeah!

Juza: Did you take the picture?

Kumon: We sure did!

Misumi: Wanna take a picture with Kumon too, Juza?

Juza: Me?

Misumi: Yep! It’s a good chance. Take a selfie with Kumon in my clothes!

Kumon: A selfie… I wanna take one! Can we, nii-chan?

Juza: I don’t mind…

Kumon: Hooray! Please take it, Sumi-san!

Misumi: Here goes~. Say cheese!

Kumon: YAY!

*click*

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miscmonstro · 1 year

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The Uno Reverse Adoption Saga Comments Q&A

I’m so sorry I took so long :(

questions and answers below the line

Firstly: Things I clarified and feel could have caused some confusion:

Clarification 1: I do take suggestions! So long as no one is rude I love hearing other people’s thoughts/ideas/feedback/speculations/etc. ^_^

Clarification 2: The trio are all halfas. How? Why? What am I basing their abilities off of? Go read Third Time by DarkNympha, I genuinely cannot write anything better than that to capture the astoundingly awesome ideas and emotions than they did. I tried to write my halfa trio as close to how they were depicted there as possible because it is such a work of art. 20/10 would recommend!

Secondly, Questions:

1 Q: How did the trio die?

A: See 10 Q or refer to Clarification 2 :)

2 Q: What was the Scramble Incident?

A: A plot device. The scrambled tech is a challenge for the trio and it does indirectly cause a lot of opportunities/problems I can capitalize on in the story. Currently, fleshing out the incident over time and defeating the scrambler is planned be sort of like a “look how everyone’s changed” deal.

3 Q: Sam and Tucker have mechanical parts integrated to their ghost forms- do they get special functions?

A: Yep! Sam’s camera can take a picture of a person and the picture it shows is of their death! If it is a place it will show who or whatever died their last. She can control it to some degree by filtering out certain kind of death, like if she only wanted to see victims of drowning at a place, or if she only wanted info on cats that have died recently instead of whatever has died recently in general. They mostly used the camera in the scant old, unsolved cases to help some ghosts find peace (No one really gets murdered in Amity now a day so its old cases).

Tucker’s PDA is a living extension of himself and so it can’t really be hacked since he can just adjust things on the fly. Anything he has on his PDA is something he can remember. Say he used his PDA and texted someone a month ago- he’d remember the conversation clearly. Additionally he doesn’t have to focus as much as other ghosts to overshadow tech since the PDA acts as a catalyst (in a sense). I haven’t planned out the details of Tucker’s PDA as much as I have Sam’s camera as the camera becomes important sooner rather than later. Don’t be surprised if I tweak what the PDA can do ;)

4 Q: Has Jason mentioned Sam to anyone from the family yet? The Anti Ecto Acts seem like something Batman should know about.

A: He hasn’t! He looked through the acts, read the Fenton’s ‘research’ and realized that he fits the description of a violent non-feeling (he only really expresses anger or irritation these days) ghost pretty well. He doesn’t trust the others, especially Bruce, to see that ‘research’ and still think of him as a person. He’s not going to risk subjecting the trio to Batman either. It gets worse once he has access to the Amity side of the web and reads whatever bs the GIW has been spewing. It’ll get better though

5 Q: Danny has an ice core, so what cores do Sam and Tucker have?

A: I’ve combined strong electricity and fire into a plasma core, and that is what Tucker has. Sam has an earthy leaning nature core. Bonus info- Vlad has either a frail plasma core or a strong combustion nature core, Dani has an aqueous leaning nature core, and Clockwork has a temporal core.

6 Q: How old is everyone?

A: The trio are 16 and that makes Jazz 19 as she is 2 ish years older than them. Jason is legally 26, and I know that he was dead for 4 years so he’s arguably 22. He and everyone else considers him 26 in story though. I haven’t decided on anyone else’s ages as of yet but Damian is probably going to be 14 because Jason needs more crises for me to address later on.

7 Q: Are the Mansons/Jason worried that Sam is gone?

A: Addressed in the last 2 chapters! Directly: Jason was worried and now he’s… still worried. Indirectly: The Mansons, and the other party guests, are unconscious/unaware and are being carted off to hospitals. This’ll come up later.

8 Q: Is this on AO3?

A: Yes! You can go here and if that doesn’t work here is the link:

9 Q: Sam is Jewish. Why are her parents so concerned with Christmas?

A: This is less about religion and more about influence! They worry about the Christmas Gala because it’s a prestige thing to be invited and they care about their image too much not to go. It can be seen as a snuff if you don’t go and then Upperclass Politics Occurs. Additionally it’s a great time to socialize and do fancy rich people connections stuff. So yeah, their approach is based more the social aspect of the party than a religious one.

10 Q:

Referring to this I assume: “People who died with conviction strong enough to become an obsession or who died traumatically enough to became ghosts did so with fully matured cores.”

A: When I wrote that I was focusing on how someone died and the events leading up to their death in my mind. For example, if someone was convinced they were being stalked for days beforehand and then is murdered they might have more emotional buildup than someone who gets murdered suddenly out of the blue. I feel like there would be a limited window after a person dies that outside events could still impact if they become a ghost- like if the murderer from the previous scenario hid the body after doing the deed the person might gather more ectoplasm and linger because they want their body to be found (more emotions basically).

The death of the trio is the portal accident but Sam and Tucker got hit. I used Third Time as the basis for the trio (I highly recommend that read, I enjoyed it a ton). There are differences in abilities but for the most part I yoinked the fic as the background for the trio. I just… I did try to write a one shot in the same vein and then later when I was working out the details for the Halfa Trio I found myself just regurgitating Third Time in various ways. DarkNymfa knocked the ball out of the park. I just can’t do better than the original.

As far as Jason and his resurrection goes, I have not yet worked everything out and don’t want to say much on what I have decided on as that mystery is something that can act as a great tool to move the plot forward. Mysteries aren’t fun if they are figured out too quickly.

11 Q: Is Scarecrow a ghost?

A: Nope! He is liminal and the reason the trio mistook him for a ghost (besides his ghostly appearance) was that Jason, who was in the attic below them, triggered their ghost senses. They realized their mistake when Scarecrow/Crane didn’t fight Batman like a ghost would’ve. No intangibility, telekinesis, etc.

And that’s all. I’m sorry that some of these have been sitting in the comments for for months ^_^’

I’m going to try to get back into replying to comments so we’ll see how that goes.

#Miscmonstro writings #danny phantom #dp x dc #jason todd #danny fenton #tucker foley #sam manson #dp x batman

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friendship: jack and quincey

When I think they became friends (if canon already hasn't showed how they became friends): My hc currently is that Arthur introduced them. It just seems more likely that a wealthy foreigner would meet the wealthy son of a lord first (not that Jack was likely to have been poor, mind), maybe when their fathers met for business or something. Then Arthur and Jack would have met easily enough of course, given they both grew up in the same country lmao.

My favorite scene of them: Quincey popping in at the perfect moment with "What's wrong with me, anyhow?" and Jack going :DDDD! and running straight into his arms.

A random headcanon I have of them: Hmmm well you know how I said I think Arthur has an inkling that Jack's neurodivergent? I think Quincey might just brush off his oddness like "idk y'all English people are weird, and he's a doctor [in the Victorian era no less], that's bound to make a guy go a little sideways. But he's a good man even if he can be a little strange."

My favorite thing about them: They're a cowboy and an unhinged Victorian psychiatrist where do I START

A scene I wish we had of them: Quincey needs a good cry, man, and we know Jack is willing to provide "expressions of sympathy dear to a man’s heart" (to be clear I don't mean that in a horny way but also. to be fair they could probably BOTH use a little of that kind of "sympathy" too ¯\_(ツ)_/¯). Jack also needs a good cry tbh. Basically just give me some commiserating.

A scene with them that I want to rewrite/change in some way: I can't really think of anything tbh?

What makes me like their friendship: Quincey's laconic ease + Jack's blubbering anxiety = flawless dynamic

Who I think is the ”crazier” one: Well as always, if we're talking literal mental illness, then Jack, obviously. That's just canon. If we're talking who's wilder and more Down For Shenanigans then...I think they're more-or-less even? With Quincey just being more confident and decisive about it. We know Quincey was always the leader in their adventures, but I get the sense that was less about him coming up with crazy stuff to do and more about him being the one to take charge and Make The Thing Happen. I would like to think Arthur was the one coming up with bonkers shit to do (he's the son of a Goddamn Lord, how many times do you think he was told "No" growing up? I guarantee it was either Far Too Often, or Not Nearly Often Enough), while Quincey was the one that took charge and coordinated their efforts to Do The Thing, and meanwhile, Jack was just Happy To Be Included.

Would I change anything about their friendship?: *pounds the table* MORE! ANGST!

A song that reminds me of them: idfk

Which one of the friends can I relate to more?: Jack Jack Jaaaaaack

A word to describe them: Accomplices

What I think would have happened if they never met: You know what they say, "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy!" (the reference to "The Shining" is incidental but perhaps not wholly inappropriate...)

If I can picture them to be more than only friends: As always, I'm sure Jack can. 😏

If I would want to be friends with them: Yep!

#dracula #dracula daily #jack seward #quincey morris #original #my answers

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YJ EPISODE 24 SPOILER NOTES… only TWO episodes left 😖

First off… if you don't know the reason why the OA space prison place looks like the watch tower - then I seriously recommend checking this out because it is so interesting - and is one of the reasons I will always love this show!

Tomar-Tu is adorable and perky and GET LOR AWAY FROM HIM NOW!

“I believe I know your father...” LOR's A DICK! This boy does not deserve redemption

Why does Kaldur look so weird with dark hair? I don't like it! Oh wait - I think it’s because it make him look like black manta

Connors reaction to seeing everyone seriously breaks my heart 🥺

Finally seeing Zods scheming come into full view - time to see the General at work

Hey Forager’s back! I’m loving the love M’gann has for her adopted space bugs new green lantern space bug girlfriend!

Could our Forager be working with the outsiders (since he is an Outsider) to find Bart (I am holding out hope that's what they've been doing and we’re just yet to see it.) He's a line to Rockets arc, to GL Forager, and Bio Ship - Maybe while Dick's investigation took them to Rocket, the outsiders went to Forager to find out about what happened on New Genesis?

"This Kaizer-Thrall is known as the Kaizer-Thrall" - Gotta Love Bug speak!

Yep, hearing the Kaiser-Thrall's origin is just as horrible as I thought it would be - M'gann's tears are very warranted

"Apokoliptians and their damn boxes"… this line should not be as funny as it is.

Danny is freaking adorable with his little southern accent and his big round glasses - also I love the image of him sat on top of the box in an empty space - its simple but effective

"We see you Danny" - Reference to Rocket With Orion and Amistad

Prince J’emm returns and knows how to tell someone their fiancée may not be dead… *cough* Dick *cough*

The origins of the group photo - its really interesting to see who's looking at who before the picture gets taken

Zod playing the waiting game

"Superboy, does this friend of yours speak the truth?" "NO." This is conners pay back for Dick never telling him any of the big secrets over the years.

“It's all broken” “That can be fixed, trust me, I know" love that call back to kaldurs broken mind

The emotion in Conners voice when he says “‘Cause I might hurt her!” is so heart breaking! Then when his face crumples as his emotions get too much to hold in - 😩 - he is disgusted by the person he thinks he is - “a killer”. Also this is the first time in a while that we’ve actually heard Conner emote which emphasised how much inter turmoil he is battling right now - the truth is trying to help him but the lies have scared him so much he won’t let it help him. It's so sad to watch him struggle in such a way.

I love the little nod box Danny does to greet Prince J'emm

J’emm not letting Phantom girl speak is really funny

I do think it's interesting that we still haven't seen bio ship TIME travel yet... Maybe Bart didn't make her into a time machine?

My boy Bart's still running in the background - he look tired - and still in his bandages - guess that answers my question regarding his healing - he must be so much pain!!

Also do we think lor's feeding him? He must be to some extent - since he wouldn't be able to run at all if he hadn't had something

M’COMM THAT RING DOESN’T BELONG TO YOU!

Black lightnings looking at Sups like — I had ONE RULE - No keeping secrets from each other - and now you're legit keeping secrets right in front of my face... I'm very disappointed in you superman, I expect this kind of behaviour from Batman - not you!

“There's a phantom zone projector on New Genesis” Phantom Girl playing catch up after months of sleeping

That purple lightning looks really cool

Superman's care for M’gann is so cute!

Kaldur realising magic works in the zone reminds me of wyynde working out that magic would help them in the Xpit - which further shows now much Kaldur’s developed his magic skills since s3. Also, its nice seeing kaldur assume the Leadership role to give some guidance to his fallen teammates - He's such a good leader!

"I serve the house of Zod" NO YOU DON'T CONNER!

Conner doesn't even flinch at being electrocuted!

This fight is not going well!

Danny is too adorable!

I love that M’gann is the one to remember Dannys Power hurts him/is Killing him - it shows that she not so solely focused on finding Conner that she'll overlook the well being of someone else to get what she wants… *cough* Zatanna *cough*

ORION's IN THE HOUSE! I love that he's still apart of the narrative!

Orion & Rocket are Officially BESTIES and I love it! Now where’s that meme of the guy looking at the other woman but it now has Orion, Rocket and Lightrays faces

It's kinda sad that M’gann's first instinct was to tell the other OGs about Conner but they didn't tell her - that's gonna be rather awkward when she finds out. Also I feel like superman's working out that Dick and Z may have known more about this Conner plot than they’ve let on

J’emm's great - I feel like he enjoys the excitement of the hero game

NO Phantom Girl - DON'T ANSWER THE RING!

Seriously, is no one gonna stop her from telling the ENTIRE PLAN to some random voices coming out of a ring? REALLY? This shit would not be happening if Batman was here!!

Also - Bart has been missing for TWO WEEKS - this is the FIRST time anyone has heard from him - and NO ONE asks if he's ok?! WTF!? SG literally just said they had escaped being ABDUCTED - even if most of then don't know who lor is - that's still a pretty major thing to have happened! Why does no one seen to give a shit about Bart!? M’gann had more of a reaction to bioship than Bart!

Is it just me or does M’comm!Cham sound a little put out at hearing Conners alive - there's just a bit of strain in his voice that sounds like he's trying to come across as more enthusiastic than he is - on the other end of the line he is utterly pissed at this news.

Definitely a Son of Batman. I wonder if that kryptonite will come back up again later?

"It's Glammer time!'

Maybe not the best idea to bring the Kryptonian to a planet orbiting a red sun

I LOVE M’gann and Orion both checking in with their respective sentient boxes! Such a good moment!

"We have to stop - it's hurting Danny!" "No I can take it" - I have heard this said before and for the life of me I can’t work out where from or who said and it is REALLY annoying me! EDIT: THANK YOU @keybladeavenger29 for reminding me in the comments that it’s Steve Rogers in the first Captain America movie who says “I can take it!” - I was never gonna remember that! 🙏

All the stories are finally converging! I love getting to that point!

"What of the other kryptonians in the other forts?” - ah, so there are a lot more kryptonians in the Phantom Zone... yeah, that's not good!

He's Behind you!

Did M'Comm just MURDER Danny!? Or is there a change he could be found again?

M'COMM YOU'RE A BASTARD! And a stone cold villain through and through!

BART!!! NOOO!!! WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU!?! See this— THIS is why we worry about Bart!!

On a separate note... I did not expect his suit to have that much stretch to it

Lor is dragging Bart's unconscious body like its nothing! He doesn't even have his powers at this point! How little does Bart weigh right now!? Seriously will someone please feed him!!

Also if you haven’t seen WASABEs latest Bart/Ed art on Twitter then check it out here! ITS SO GOOD!!

See my post here about why I suspect Lor has taken Bart with him…

Oh no Conner! Someone put him back in the Phantom Zone Quick!!

Conner and M’gann are finally reunited

I did not expect Ursa to have white blonde hair and brows... it’s so weird seeing them all in proper colour - even Conner.

Lor is finally reunited with his Parents

LOR GET YOUR FOOT OFF MY BOY!!

Zod does not look happy in that last shot.

Sleepy Baby Teekl - so cute... But where are Vandal and Klarion?

I love this show so much!!! Another brilliant episode where we’re finally seeing all the multiple plots converging together and I honestly don’t know what to expect in these final two episodes - but I’m SO EXCITED to find out. The only thing I’m kinda concerned about is that we genuinely may not get to see that there’s been some unseen plot with the outsiders as they search for Bart — next episode is really the last chance to do that - to then lead into everyone being present for the final showdown against Zod. It makes no sense for us not to have heard anything about what the outsiders have been doing when Bart is literally missing - surely there’s a reason - like it’s been kept under wraps so they can finally show up when all seems lost and save the day again… guess we’ll see what happens…

Though, other than that, I’m loving all what we’re getting — so bring on the final two!!

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