#and i SWEAR TO GOD if she prevents me from going to see my parents Christmas day

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Breakfast for Three // J. Todd x f!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: reader has a kid, swearing, talks of poverty (if u haven’t been able to figure out, I am a leftist and I am tucking my lil handkerchief into my collar and preparing to eat billionaires)

Summary: Being a single parent is hard. Being a single parent in Gotham feels impossible sometimes. Two people change things for the better. 

Listen, raising a child on your own was a test on its own. But being a single parent in Gotham? You had to be absolutely out of your mind.

But you loved your kid. You wouldn’t go back and change your decision. Every morning, you woke up to the giggles and shrieks of your four year old climbing all over you. Lucy was always up before your alarm and while you needed every minute of sleep, you would miss these moments whenever she became too cool to hang out with her mother. So you just bundled her wriggling body up into your arms and peppered her head with kisses as she laughed and wrapped her little octopus limbs around you.

Breakfast had moved from a coffee and a granola bar as you rushed out the door to work to Bluey pancakes for Lucy and even more coffee for you before you rushed out the door to get her to preschool and you to work. Every day felt like it was flying by too quickly.

Her birthday was quickly approaching and that’s how you found yourself out on the fire escape of your apartment with the baby monitor clutched between your hands and sobs escaping you despite your best efforts to stifle your cries.

You couldn’t afford any of the popular toys or games that kids were obsessed with. Hell, you could barely afford rent this month. Living in Gotham wasn’t as bad as other places in terms of rent but raising a kid was expensive and you were struggling to make ends meet thanks to work being slow. God, she was going to be so disappointed. Maybe you could start eating only one meal a day? That would save some money on groceries…

“Are you okay?”

The voice came from the shadows and the subsequent heart attack you received practically launched you into the air. The person cursed and then stepped out of the shadows. Okay, less scary but still pretty fucking terrifying. Red Hood stared down at you, or at least, you thought he was looking at you. The helmet made it difficult to figure out what direction he was facing.

“I said, are you okay?” he repeated in a gruff, no-nonsense voice. You nodded quickly and swiped away your tears with the back of your hand.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Don’t you have skulls to bash in or something?”

A huff of laughter escaped the vigilante’s helmet and you cocked your head to the side. He could laugh? He was capable of humor? Surprises were all around tonight.

“Already did that. And then I heard someone sounding like they just watched Marley and Me three times in a row and figured I should come check.” He eased himself into a crouch next to you and you admired how large and imposing he was yet he didn’t seem terrifying when he was next to you. You weren’t his target so there was no reason to fear him.

“Gonna tell me what’s wrong?” he asked.

“It’s stupid,” you muttered. You turned your attention back to the baby monitor to see Lucy fast asleep in your bed. The one bedroom apartment you rented didn’t have space for another bed so the two of you shared one. Luckily, she was a deep sleeper so she never stirred when you crawled in a few hours after her bedtime and got up early in the morning to get ready for the day.

“Nothing that makes you cry is stupid,” Red Hood retorted. “Hit me with it.”

“My kid’s birthday is coming up and I don’t have the funds to pay for anything. I can barely keep our heating on. She’s going to hate her birthday and I’ll have ruined it forever. I’m already working sixty hours a week, but I can’t ask Mrs. Hayes to watch her longer. Fuck.” You scrubbed a hand down your face and bemoaned your rotten fucking luck. Fuck your shitbag ex. Fuck the system that prevented single parents from succeeding. Fuck it all.

Rustling beside you made you look up to find Red Hood rummaging through his pockets. He let out a triumphant hum and then outstretched his hand. A stack of bills rested in his gloved palm and your eyes widened at the offering.

“Absolutely not,” you blurted out. “I’m not taking blood money from you. Who knows where that’s come from? And what if you show up in five years demanding the money back with some huge fucking interest rate?”

He chuffed out another laugh. “Christ, your mind is an interesting place. It’s legit, I promise. And it’s not a loan. It’s a gift. Take it. I’ve got enough cash.”

You watched him warily as you reached out and grasped the money. Your lips moved as you counted out the values silently and inhaled sharply once you got to the end. Three thousand dollars. That would pay rent for two months, leaving your paycheck to cushion you.

“Holy shit. Thank you. Thank you so much,” you gasped. But when you looked up, there was no sight of Red Hood. He had simply disappeared into the shadows once again. Only the rough paper of cash in your hands made you realize that it wasn’t a dream.

You spent the rest of the night going over your finances and figuring out where you could use the cash and how much you could spend on Lucy. With enough to bolster you for a bit, you decided to take her by a bakery on her way to pre-school. With her dinosaur backpack firmly settled on her back, Lucy bounded towards the bakery with you hot on her heels. Where the hell did she get all this energy?

“Woah,” a man exclaimed as Lucy tripped on a raised edge of the sidewalk. He caught her before she went sprawling onto the pavement, saving you from a torrent of tears and skinned knees.

“Gotta be careful there, kiddo,” he said as he righted her. You caught up to her finally and kneeled down to check her for injuries. Unscathed, thanks to the stranger. You raised your head to meet his eyes and thank him and found yourself captured by searing teal eyes.

“Thank you,” you blurted out. “I should really get her one of those backpack leashes.”

His full lips curled up into a grin and your heart stuttered at the sight of it. Small scars littered his tan skin, but it only added to the handsome rogue look he had going for him.

“I get it. The cinnamon rolls at this place are fu-” His eyes darted towards the squirming child in your hands. “Freaking amazing. I practically run here every morning to get one.”

Lucy gasped. “You like cinnamon rolls?”

The man shrugged. “Well, yeah, who doesn’t?”

“Sad people,” she replied wisely. You burst into laughter at the solemnity of her words and leaned down to kiss her cheek.

“I love you, kid,” you announced.

“Love you too, mommy. Can we go now?”

You stood up to your full height and the man did the same, but he was much taller than you. He offered his hand and you shook it.

“I’m Jason. How about I buy you two breakfast?”

“Oh, you don’t have to do it. If anything, I owe you.”

His smile grew and you marveled at the slight dimple in his chin. “Yeah, but this way I can be a gentleman before I ask you out.”

There was no way this exceedingly handsome, Adonis-like man was asking you on a date. No fucking way. You had toothpaste on your shirt and a four year old currently clinging to your leg. No man had even looked at you since your ex knocked you up and left.

But he was kind and genuine and there was some kind of soft emotion in his eyes that made you want to ask him how the world had hurt him. And Lucy seemed to like him from just their first meeting.

“Okay. Breakfast sounds nice.”

If only you knew how a simple breakfast would change your life forever.

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[rottenroyalebooks]

Love Drunk - 0.1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x older sister!Harrington reader

Also includes: Steve Harrington x sister!reader (siblings)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Y/N Harrington left Hawkins as soon as she turned eighteen with her boyfriend to follow her dreams of being a Rockstar. Three years later, she returns to Hawkins alone and scarred. Now, she has to repair her broken relationship with her younger brother, all while trying to prevent herself from falling for a cute metal head who plays at the Hideout, where she works.

Warnings: None.

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Driving back to Hawkins, Indiana, was the last thing I thought I would do.

I wouldn't say I liked this hellhole and got away as soon as possible. I never wanted to see the all-too-familiar roads and trees filled with bad memories.

Why did I come back here if I hated this place so much? My life fell apart underneath my feet, and I had no choice.

The drive was long and taxing, but I had a caravan from the 60s that still worked beautifully, so I didn't have to stay in any motels. I left California with a few boxes of my possessions and my black and white Saint Bernard Baxter, and we hit the open road together. It was a long trip, but eventually, I pulled into the driveway of my family home, which was pitch black.

Being late into the night, I was not surprised that the house was dark. I pulled my van into the backyard so it wouldn't be seen by anyone who drove by. I turned my van off and climbed into the back of my caravan, grabbing my travel bag and waking Baxter up so he wouldn't be sleeping outside in the cold.

I tried the back door, but it was locked, so I had to grab the spare key that was always kept underneath my mother's favorite garden gnome. I scoffed, showing the key to Baxter, who tilted his head. "See? They're predictable."

Once I unlocked the door and returned the key to its hiding place, I crept into the kitchen slowly, with Baxter trailing behind me and lazily trudging around. I poked my head into the garage, seeing it bare of any cars, and scoffed, "Nobody's home? They're probably away on business again." I pulled myself back into the house and closed the door.

I started thinking about my little brother Steve. He must have been nineteen, probably off at some fancy university far away from this town. Good for him.

I found my way to my old bedroom, letting Baxter in with promises of bedtime, and closed the door behind me. The room had barely been touched, though my parents were never home enough to care about what had happened. My bed was a mess, my posters were still on the walls, my desk was nearly covered in junk, my old makeup lay on the dresser, and my records were still in a box I had put together.

Sighing happily, I put my backpack on a chair and watched as Baxter jumped onto my bed, making himself as comfortable as possible. I sat on the bed next to my nightstand, which held the phone I had begged my parents to put in for me. I picked it up, hearing the dial tone and beeping as I pressed one of the few numbers I had memorized.

I pressed the phone to my ear, listening to the ringing. Finally, after a few rings, there's a male voice coming from the receiver, "I swear to god, somebody better be dead if you have the bright idea of calling me at three in the fucking morning."

I held back a laugh, "Jim! Hey, it's Y/N,"

I could almost feel his mood lighten, "Y/N? I never thought I'd hear your voice again! How've you been, kid?"

"Could be better. it could be worse. I'm back in town wondering if the pub needs a bartender."

He hummed lightly, "Luckily for you, Paul retired two weeks ago, and I've been having trouble finding decent help. You got any experience bartending?"

I smiled, thankful that he didn't push my return further, "I was a bartender for three years. I kept my nights busy."

"Perfect, you're hired. Can I go back to bed now?"

Giggling, I nodded, knowing he couldn't see me, "Yes, yes, sorry for calling so late. Goodnight, Jim." I placed the phone in the receiver and began stretching, getting myself ready to sleep.

My peace didn't last very long as my door swung open, revealing none other than my little brother, who wasn't so little anymore, welding a baseball bat in his hands. I jumped slightly and held my hands up in surrender, "Whoa, whoa! Steve?"

He stared at me, his features melting into a look of surprise, "Y/N?" He kept the bat high up in the air.

The two of us spoke in unison, "What are you doing here?"

"I asked you first, twerp."

He looked at me with an exasperated expression, "I'm literally the one with the bat."

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest as the adrenaline died down, "I have an attack dog. Don't make me sick him on you."

He glanced behind me, looking at Baxter; smirking, he just looked back at me as he lowered the bat, "Oh yeah, he's an attack dog alright."

I looked over my shoulder and turned to look at Baxter, who laid there unbothered; passed out nearly dead to the world. If it weren't for the slow rise and fall of his upper body, I would have thought he was dead.

"I could be facing an actual murder right now, and you would just be blissfully aware until you woke up to see my dead body."

Steve sighed, "N/N, what happened?"

I turned back to him, "I'm back in Hawkins. Mom and Dad don't need to know. Hopefully, I'll find a place of my own soon. Trust me, you'll barely know I'm here."

He just stared at me, his expression unreadable as he contiplated my words. He grew a lot since I last saw him. His hair was shorter back then. He was shorter. He's no longer the scrawney kid I had to protect in my senior year, when he was merely a freshman.

I probably looked different, too, but in other ways.

"I should probably get some rest, I have an early shift." He awkwardly ran a hand through his hair. I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, kid. We'll talk later,  I want to know everything I've missed." I smirked, grabbing the covers and pulling them over my legs, "Hit the lights on the way out?"

He chuckled lightly, nodding, "Yeah, goodnight, Melody." He baked out of the doorframe, flipping the lights off for me before closing the door, leaving me to stare up at the ceiling; which still had the glow in the dark stars on it.

Baxter rolled over a bit, cuddling into my side as we got comfortable in my bed.

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Collector and Archivist Family Headcanons

I got one person who said they wanted to see this when I asked, so this is for you. <3

Before I get into describing the relationships of the siblings (Which I think I did a really good job writing and describing), it is important you know a few background details (that are also headcanons). As a little heads up warning, under the cut there will be mentions of: Imprisonment, neglect, abuse, manipulation, toxic family dynamics, child murder (the Titans), murder (also the Titans), abandonment, guilt, PTSD(?). I think that's it. Let me know which of the Archivists are your least favorite, I'm keeping track and so far one of them is ahead by a lot.

As a reminder this is what My Archivists look like, I swear to god tumblr if you tank the image quality when I publish this:

Free headcanon before we transition to under the read more: I gave The Collector and The Archivists "true names" (and in the Archivist's case, specific code names) because I have a HC that the reason we never learn any "normal" names for any of them is that if a mortal knows a Collector's True Name then that mortal (non-Collector) has power over them. Their magic no longer has much, if any, effect, and they can be harmed by the mortal.

They had one parent named Nebula who used xey/xem pronouns. Their parent has been imprisoned for trying to raise xeir children to believe contrary to the extremism of destroying planets when people get mad about their loved ones being kidnapped, which would probably reflect onto the children that their parent cared more about xeir contrarian morality than them, since xey definitely would have known what would happen when/if xey were caught. They have to have had a parent because the large age disparity between the eldest Archivist and the Collector would typically imply a more parental role, so they need to have all shared a parent.

When the other Collectors came to arrest Nebula, xey tried to fight it so xey could stay with xeir children but xey were easily outnumbered and overpowered. After Nebula were apprehended, the other Collectors began to round up the children so they could be brought to new adult(s) to be raised “properly”, but once they noticed Penumbra was roughly adult age, they asked her if she would be willing to become their caretaker, as otherwise the other children may all be separated, because who would want to suddenly accept 5 new children, including an infant. So Penumbra took on all this responsibility herself to prevent them from being separated.

Sketch of the happy family after these events, now with finalized designs.

Next info bit relates to a theory I have about how the room where Phillip found the Collector's disk could not have been made by the Titan ("Ah yeah lemme teleport this into my skull where I have conveniently made a locked door to put it behind") or Titan Trappers (they would have absolutely taken the disk instead), so this room had to have been made by SOMEBODY and the most likely candidate is the Archivists. To expand upon this, I believe they absolutely had access to Titan Blood and the Disk and chose to leave the Collector behind.

They most likely did this because whoever found the disk would very quickly find out they need Titan's blood or a Titan's help to release the Collector, in any case, the last Titan would need to be hatched, and accessible. The Archivists very likely assumed that he would return to them and when that happened they'd go back to the planet to finish what they started (killing the last Titan if they were not already killed to release them, and then possibly microwaving the planet).

They need to stop taking family photos after one of them is imprisoned, now with finalized designs.

NOW FOR THEIR RELATIONSHIPS!

Nebula, the Archivists' parent, loves all of xeir children dearly, and hopes they are all doing well without xem.

Penumbra:

Penumbra had a very good relationship with Nebula, but after xey were imprisoned for raising them "wrong", Penumbra resents xem. Xeir actions led to Penumbra being forced to raise four children all by herself while she, herself, was barely an adult by the standards of Collector society (I'd say 16 but simultaneously I'm assigning numbers for convenience to myself rather than it being a true translation of their ages as I feel many of our concepts of aging and other things are not be truly cross-compatible). Taking care of a teenager (14), two children (8), and a toddler (2), all while trying to continue to do her duties as a Collector (starting at the Collector equivalent of 8 years old they can assist on Collections, so Satellite, Solari, and Crescent all would have been able to help to varying degrees) would have been extremely stressful for her and it strained her relationship with all of her younger siblings.

She gets along best with Crescent since he was old enough to be almost entirely self-sufficient, though she was still very immature. They would occasionally come to points of contention specifically about how much Crescent should be allowed to do, with both of them having different perspectives on what she can do and what he can't do. Penumbra felt like he should contribute more on Collections and play less with Cosmos (the Collector), while Crescent felt like she should be allowed to help care for and watch Cosmos more since Penumbra assigning herself as sole caretaker of them was very obviously wearing her out. This would ease as Crescent got older, but as Cosmos also got older and less dependent, Penumbra became less stressed which made Crescent press less about caring for him, though she still enjoyed spending time with them (if any of the Archivists were likely to want children it would be Crescent). 

Penumbra has a much more tense relationship with Satellite who took Nebula's imprisonment the hardest. Penumbra feels like Satellite resented her for the role she was forced to fill as their new sole caretaker. Satellite became much more quick to anger and was openly hostile when in a bad mood, which is ultimately why Penumbra decided they should be the Cartographer, because it gave them a lot of time by themself, since it seemed so obvious to her that they couldn't stand their own family. Penumbra also has a bitterness towards Satellite for their repeated verbal abuse towards Cosmos. All she wanted was for them to play nice with their baby brother so she could have a moment alone with her thoughts, or to work on projects and sometimes it worked, but it is impossible for her to tell when Satellite is in a bad mood (since they suppress their emotions until they explode) until she hears them screaming and Cosmos crying and has to show up to yell at Satellite and comfort Cosmos.

Penumbra has a horrible relationship with Solari. Unless they are speaking on official matters regarding their jobs, Solari has a tendency to undercut everything with sarcasm and disdain. Solari only ever seems truly happy and genuine when deep in thought categorizing and organizing the Archives, which was something Penumbra picked up on quite quickly, seeing how organized and easy to find everything in their room was, especially compared to the random hordes of assorted trinkets present in Crescent and Satellite's rooms (and her own if she felt like being honest), and assigned her as the Archive’s Curator. Penumbra feels like Solari needs to be preoccupied with other tasks while interacting with anyone because she otherwise expends her excess mental energy to be snide and cold to people, like they want to tell jokes but she's too mean or emotionally distant to bother thinking of ones that aren't cruel. Penumbra also DEEPLY dislikes Solari's tendency to be rough with Cosmos when she sends him off to play with them. He doesn't seem to mind the shooting star game, as long as he isn't thrown into objects or so far away they can't find their way back, but Solari does things that scare Cosmos and piss off Penumbra, like boxing him into small spaces or stomping their foot hard enough for the floor to crack right in front of him, or punching walls and slamming doors when she’s aggravated about them being around. She's never actually hurt them on purpose, with a few accidental times resulting in Solari immediately apologizing, healing him if necessary, and leaving him alone. But if the day ever comes where they do hurt him on purpose Penumbra is fully prepared to wring their neck and lock her in her room for 100 years, impeccable talent for organizing be damned.

Penumbra has a complicated relationship with Cosmos. She is their older sister but also effectively their mother, having been his sole caretaker for a majority of his life, but she’s also exhausted by him. She raised Cosmos from a literal infant into a curious and playful child. Unfortunately the playfulness and curiosity are a non-stop feature and not one that only conveniently exists when she wants a break from her duties or when she's giving him his lessons on their culture, the universe, or their vast Collection. She also gets easily frustrated with them just like the twins do, but she prides herself in being able to easily dismiss those feelings despite her bone deep burnout for childcare. She sends him on tasks in the Archives, uses the cultures of the beings she’s observing at any given time to concoct new games for him to play, or redirects them to any of the other available siblings. She loves them very much but she also desperately wanted a break from him.

Crescent:

Crescent had the worst relationship with Nebula, which isn’t to say it was even bad, but that once she found out that xey were breaking their laws by teaching them all “incorrectly”, he turned xem in. Crescent much prefers the rules as they are Meant To Be, because the way Nebula taught them was much less efficient, which is what she prefers. It wasn’t until the incident with the Titans that he became more openly gleeful about ending the lives of mortals, before then it remained largely just another part of her duties as a Collector. Nobody knows how other Collectors found out about Nebula doing this, and Crescent knows better than to tell his siblings about this.

Crescent feels like an equal to Penumbra, in that they both are the eldest, with only a few “years” apart from each other, and he is given free reign to make executive decisions while performing her duties on planets alone. She still has a slight bitterness about Penumbra refusing to let him help raise Cosmos, because she believes if Penumbra was less stressed she would have lashed out less to Satellite and Solari, and blames her for some of their behavioral issues. For the most part though he doesn’t let these feelings interfere at all with how he interacts with her, because they are The Charmer, and she prides herself on being able to be incredibly charismatic, smoothing over moments of tension between Penumbra and the Twins easily, lying to and manipulating mortals even more easily.

Crescent silently despises Satellite. She would never let it slip how she really feels about them, but inside whenever they are forced to interact she is constantly imagining scenarios in which it may be appropriate to punch them. He HATES their inability to telegraph how they’re feeling more clearly, because she hates not being able to read people. Their emotional constipation means it’s harder for him to get a read on how best to placate or flatter them in any given situation. His frustration about this coupled with Satellite’s extreme hostility at the drop of a hat makes it so Crescent loathes interaction with them.

Crescent outwardly gets along very well with Solari, as they can very very easily figure out the best course of action to take in any given interaction they share. He still doesn’t enjoy her company that much though, as her tendency to “jokingly” insult her pisses her off, especially paired with what Crescent perceives as extreme arrogance when Solari tries to act intimidating and tough to him. Crescent is probably the most physically fit of all of the Archivists (magically it is much harder to decipher who’s on top) and is insulted that the least physically capable of all of them (excluding the actual child) even entertains the idea that she could fight him, especially with her misplaced confidence in these moments that Crescent perceives to be them believing they could even win. At every opportunity that has presented itself Crescent fights her and takes them down VERY quickly, which makes Solari even more passive aggressive and angry at him.

Crescent adored Cosmos. Always enjoying playing with them, telling him stories about the Collections she’s gone on recently, teaching him new magic tricks. Crescent liked that they were easy to read and easy to lead, easily redirecting their energy at tasks and “games” that could easily preoccupy them until they got tired enough to sleep. Still, he believed it was a great idea to send them to the Titan Planet to see how he would do on his first excursion as an Actual Collector, even after the Titans proved to be able to harm Cosmos they weighed the benefits against the risks of leaving them there. Benefits being that he could function as a good distraction while she whipped up a quick plan to wipe the Titans out, risks being the Titans catching on and harming Cosmos or doing so accidentally. Crescent concluded the Titans were far too nice to harm them, and believed himself to be clever enough to quickly mount up an attack on the Titans that would wipe them out before they’d even be able to register what happened.

Satellite:

Satellite loved Nebula more than anyone, even their own twin (but don’t tell Solari that). The feeling of betrayal and abandonment they felt when it was revealed that xey had broken laws which resulted in xeir imprisonment destroyed everything that they knew in their mind.

Satellite is afraid of Penumbra, which used to not be the case, at least, not to the same extent. Satellite never really got along with any of their siblings except Solari on a consistent basis but Penumbra’s idea to make them the Cartographer at first felt fine, even Satellite didn’t fully understand what would set them off and enjoyed the time alone and moments of peace they got exploring space and searching out new places to Collect from. Eventually they realized that they actually hated being alone, they didn’t like how easily Penumbra sent them to do probably the most isolating task any of them could do to maintain their Archive. This strained their relationship quite a bit, but seeing how easily Penumbra was able to cast aside Cosmos after he was sealed in the mirror shook something in them. They thought Penumbra loved Cosmos more than any of the other siblings, a leftover piece of jealousy at him receiving so much attention after Nebula was taken away, but they couldn’t comprehend Penumbra actually even DISLIKING them in any capacity so it simply meant that to Penumbra All of the other Archivists were disposable if she came up with a good enough reason to abandon them.

Satellite is also afraid of Crescent but for reasons that are the same and completely different. The same because Crescent didn’t even argue with Penumbra’s plan to leave the disk on the Titan Planet, and in fact came up with the idea to leave behind folklore and stories about how “The Collector” was so powerful to entice people to want to find him and release him. Different because while Satellite was more apathetic to mortals, the lessons Nebula told them about how mortal life is sacred and should be protected (which is only slightly different from what they were “meant” to be told about how mortal life is sacred and must be protected by collecting unless they resist in which case they should be taken by force and their home and any stragglers left to die as they destroyed their planet) resulted in Satellite being deeply disturbed by Crescent’s total glee upon orchestrating mortals to fight the Titans on his behalf, easily ignoring how many of the Titan Trappers she had trained were killed in the battles against the full grown titans. Wearing the skulls of the babies and children, and encouraging the Trappers and other Archivists to do the same. Satellite knows how good she is at reading people, they aren’t stupid, they see how when Crescent is around fights are resolved easily, how the mortal Trappers were so easily swayed by her words and loyally fought in battle for him to the very last breath. Satellite isn’t as good at reading people but they sense their emotional non-transparency frustrates him which Satellite is just fine with, to a small extent because it can be used to protect them from her but also they worry about it making Crescent angry enough to do something about it one of these days.

Solari is Satellite’s only friend. They confide in her frequently about what they are feeling, and spend much of their time when not exploring space hanging out with them in the Archives while she sorts, categorizes, and organizes things. Solari is almost never on the receiving end of one of their meltdowns, especially since she was the one to be there for them the most after Nebula was gone. They still do get into fights, they are siblings of course, but they are not even remotely on the same level as one of them fighting with Penumbra or Crescent. Satellite has shared their worries about Crescent and Penumbra so easily discarding Cosmos, and how they worry how easily they would get rid of them or her. Solari understands them and they agree quite frequently on things, though their jobs typically keep them far apart.

Satellite did like Cosmos. They have extreme difficulty expressing how they feel and clearly communicating their needs in social situations which very often resulted in Cosmos, being a child and thus even more oblivious to social etiquette than Solari with none of the lifelong bonding Satellite has with her to guide Cosmos through their interactions, getting on their nerves severely. It was about a 50/50 chance for Satellite to be in a relatively good mood to speak with Cosmos, enjoying them chatting about assorted things, especially when they got to lie and teach them the wrong things about space or magic which resulted in Penumbra giving them the stink eye when Cosmos finally got around to asking her about whether black holes get sick and throw up when too much stuff goes in them at once. Satellite did not like yelling at any of their siblings but they also don’t know how else to act when overwhelmed because it’s not like any of them have had the same issues as them. Now that Cosmos is gone, Satellite is very upset at how they treated him. Satellite feels like they should have realized that they were distant and cold, and Solari was distant and cold, and Penumbra was detached, and Crescent was nearly always busy, and they wonder if he felt the way they do, about being so very alone with almost no one to talk to about how they really feel.

Solari:

Solari loved Nebula quite a bit, though they could tell Satellite was always more excited to spend time with xem than her, but they didn’t let that get her down. Seeing their parent taken from them, and how badly it hurt Satellite made them resent Nebula after the fact.

Solari hates Penumbra. Mainly because she was smart enough to, just like Crescent, realize that if she relinquished some control over Cosmos when they were a baby to Crescent, she would have been more present for Satellite, like they desperately needed her to be. As they got older her resentment manifested in cold hostility for all the members of the family that they felt were failing her twin. Penumbra isolates them, Crescent is annoyed he can’t just puppet them to do what she wants, and Cosmos got all the attention. Penumbra’s obvious disdain for Solari just fuels her own disdain for her right back. They frequently get into fights. Solari was HORRIFIED by Penumbra’s suggestion that they leave the Collector’s mirror disk, all that remained of him, on the Titan Planet because what amounted to the corpse (though not dead) of their sibling could be used as a signal to them for when the final titan frees them or is killed so they can finish the job they started and finally destroy the planet.

Solari despises Crescent. The way he is able to so easily turn events in her favor when there is a disagreement, the fact that he is given so much freedom from Penumbra compared to herself or Satellite, the way that Crescent avoids Satellite simply because she does not care to be genuine in conversations with them. Not to mention when instead of arguing that since they had Titan’s blood and the disk, they should release Cosmos immediately, he agreed to Penumbra’s plan and contributed. It deeply disgusted Solari, especially since her and Satellite agreed that Crescent and Cosmos were closer with each other than any of the rest of them were with either. She loves to get under his skin by challenging her authority, even though she knows they will always lose in a hand-to-hand fight, she does it anyway because they can tell it makes him angry to see her self-assured superiority challenged.

Satellite is the only person Solari is really close with, both of them speaking to each other about their concerns regarding their older siblings when they have the chance to. Solari knows Satellite the best out of any of their siblings, which is why her sarcasm and teasing is always intentional and never mean spirited with them. Solari was the one to comfort Satellite the most about Nebula, which shocked and upset her, because they could not understand why neither of the older siblings could tell or seemed to care about how much they were hurting. Together they realized they had been terrible to Cosmos through no fault of his own and they both deeply regret how they treated them. They’ve spoken before about a complete pipe dream they’ve had, where if Cosmos is ever able to return to them, they’d all run away together to keep their older siblings from continuing to use and neglect him.

Solari has a lot of regrets about Cosmos. She wishes she could have realized that they never did anything wrong, or hurt them (Solari and Satellite) intentionally. They know now that he deserved much better than what he got, this regret typically manifests in her being even more upset at Penumbra and Crescent, how DARE they care more about practicality and their “carefully laid plans” and stupid PROTOCOL than their own brother. Whenever she thinks about her, and Satellite’s own treatment of them, she becomes repulsed with herself. She tries to avoid thinking about it, because it only comes up in her mind when she’s alone sorting the Archives and cataloging new entries, a task they do so effortlessly that the guilt and “what ifs” end up consuming her until she realizes she’s stopped her work entirely and is standing entirely too still with her non-existent stomach turning and her eyes burning, but never fully crying.

The Collector/Cosmos:

Cosmos doesn’t know how to feel about Nebula. On one hand, xey never would have been taken from him and his siblings if xey had simply done what xey were supposed to do, but on the other hand, now that Cosmos is separated from their own siblings, and the culture of other Collectors, he wonders if Nebula would have been proud of them for disagreeing with what he was raised to believe, and managing to escape from the grip it had on them. They’ve heard stories from their older siblings. Penumbra’s stories about xem were typically meant to impress upon him some lesson or to pass on a story that was originally told to Penumbra, as part of the lessons she would teach him, though she avoided speaking about xem in any other context. Crescent’s stories would usually come back to how what xey did was wrong, and how xey put xeir morality above what was actually legal and accepted practice. Satellite loved speaking about Nebula, it was one of the seemingly only guaranteed ways to cheer them up, unless the story was specifically the day xey were arrested, that one was a guaranteed way to make them more upset than anything else he could think of. Solari’s stories were tinged with bitter resentment, though she had good stories about xeir kindness, they would always finish their story with “but xey still choose to break the law and abandon us”. It was all giving mixed messages.

Cosmos had thought that Penumbra was one of their nicest siblings. He loved spending time with her, he enjoyed their lessons, he tried to ignore the slithering feeling of pain he got in his chest whenever he could tell she was annoyed with them. Every time she tiredly redirected them to play with Satellite, Solari, or Crescent when he was there, he pushed down the feeling of agonizing pain in his stomach. He knew Penumbra still loved them, she still was so happy to play with him when she wasn’t busy, to teach him lessons, or read important books to them. That’s what he thought at least. Since they’ve been freed from their prison, he’s had time to reflect on what happened. Even though Satellite was the one that told them about how he was allowed to go play with the Titans, Cosmos knew it was Penumbra who came up with the plan, it was literally her job to direct the rest of them and their missions. She was either the one that came up with the plan to kill all the Titans or at the very least approved of the plan that was otherwise definitely Crescent’s idea. She didn’t bother taking him off the planet after they started. She left them there.

Cosmos loved Crescent very much, the only sibling that never gave them a disappointed look, that never dismissed him, that enjoyed playing games with him, and never yelled at or scared them. Which makes them even more devastated, knowing that she was the one that had all their friends killed. Every baby Titan he befriended died, very likely because of Crescent, either indirectly by the Titan Trappers, or directly by her own hands. It’s very hard for them to hate anyone, but they’ve decided they should hate him. For being so nice, and so kind, only to hurt them in such a hideous way, he knows she, Penumbra, and the twins all were definitely watching him on the planet. They absolutely knew that Papa Titan blamed Cosmos for the missing and dead Titans. They still did nothing to stop him. Eventually he figures out that they all had to have found his disk, and had access to Titan’s blood, and chose not to free him on purpose. The more Cosmos thinks about him, the more upset they get.

Cosmos never had a very good relationship with Satellite. It was confusing, how they seemed to be fine one moment and angry at them the next. It made them feel cautious when Penumbra sent him to play with them, but they were always happy when Satellite was in a good mood to play or talk. They could never tell when they were lying to him about things, but it was always funny when they did because it was never mean or about important things. Cosmos knew Satellite (and Solari) did not get along with Penumbra or Crescent as much as they did, so it makes them wonder if Satellite argued against leaving them on the Titan Planet when they came up with the plan to kill all the Titans, if for no other reason than to just be contrarian to the elder siblings. Cosmos knows that no matter which of their siblings suggested they leave him behind in his disk, it would have to have been approved by the elder two, so ultimately they do not blame the twins for leaving them behind, at least not nearly as much as he blames the others.

Cosmos was even more cautious about Solari than Satellite, being the scariest of their siblings. She could be so mean and they didn’t understand why. When they seemed to be in a good mood she would have him do little tasks for her, going into the Archives to retrieve things for them, which, in hindsight, they now realize she likely could have just magically summoned. But it kept him occupied and taught him about how the Archives were cataloged. She would teach them about each of the creatures and objects that he collected for them. When she was in a bad mood and felt like scaring him was the worst. Sometimes she got so angry that she destroyed things, nothing from the Archive of course, Penumbra would be furious if they did that. But she would smash walls and floors and doors. Sometimes when she broke things, the exploding pieces would hit him. It never really hurt, but she would always immediately apologize and heal them, even if there was never really any damage. Sometimes she would play games with him, her most favorite being the one where they would pick him up with magic and throw them as far into open space as she could, which was mostly fun, though sometimes scary when he was thrown way too far or hit something. It didn’t happen often and he figured a way around both of these issues by counting in their head to a preset number where he would magically stop their flight if he was still going when they reached the number, and they would also use their flight to alter their path to avoid objects. Now that they’re away they wonder if any of their siblings actually loved him.

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hiii I want to know more about appindex 👉👈

what is his relationship like with the other party members?

How easily does she trust other people?

If they are stressed or upset is there a thing/place/action that is comforting to him?

also anything else you want to share?

(I LOVE her design by the way, their appearance immediately caught my attention. Love your use of color too)

sorry this took me so long i swear when i saw this ask i started squealinf abd looking like this

gonna put it under a read more since um im gonna assume this will get really long lol

disclaimer im gonna straight spill my thoughts sorry if things stop making sense

i made a small comic just for the first question but tumblr doesnt like it for some reason and it prevents it from showing up unless you go directly to my blog :<

anyways i think overall appindex is like a mother of at least 6. companions come to them in the middle of the night like "i frew up :(" that typa thing

since family/clan n loyalty is very important to dragonborn and appindex just lost theirs before being abducted they are very quick to attach to these losers

i think while appin is not under the control of any god, lord, devil, etc they've created a personal hell of his own bc he tries to bear all responsibilities and burdens of those around him bc he's scared of failing and losing too much again. or all he has left really. that can make them kind of overbearing and it would be annoying if like the main companions didn't have issues and lowkey liked the attention.

what does get annoying is that it comes off as appindex not trusting their companions to do any heavy lifting but that improves in like act 2-3 especially since that's around the part the tav is expected to save baldurs gate. and the world like that's way too much weight for appin to carry on their own without breaking so atp they don't really have a choice but to let their companions share some of that albeit verrrry reluctantly

slightly more specific relations ---

shadowheart: shart is the first appin gets close to even if shes older i like to think she's like a little sister to appindex anyways <3 i should just show screenshots of the epilogue conversation bc it feels so fitting. probably one of the only companions to recognize appin's exhaustion and nag her

karlach: close in a years long tumblr mutual type intimacy way. "i'd let my mutuals come inside idc" type relationship. they occasionally sleep and cuddle naked. as good friends do. it's nice having someone they could rely on for literal heavy lifting and hitting bc in appin's eyes the rest of his companions are made of sticks and paper, save for lae'zel. girls who rip off heads with their bare hands and paint their nails in the blood :3

astarion: i do not know how to explain their relationship early on bc it fluctuates in my head. obviously irritated by how appin stops to help anyone and everyone especially since most of those people in act 1 are parents and children. appindex definitely laughs at his lame ass "seduction" bc it's pretty see through; it becomes less about seducing and just aiming making them laugh. appin probably said "im proud of you" at some point and it got to his head now he's vying for their attention and validation (get in line). my white hollow boned elf i'd probably give my organs to if he asked - appin

i think appindex is the more mature one, mentally and emotionally, especially since dragonborn develop and mature much earlier than elves do and i feel like dying young and being under cazador's control stunted astarions own maturity a bit. the result is appindex treating him like a child sometimes; not trusting him to do a number of things, scolding him,"dont treating me like a child" "dont act like one" etc etc. i think at some point he just does it and wears on appindex's extensive patience on purpose because he's a little freak like that :/. appin does not think its cute

ok no more of them next question

i think appindex is pretty trusting in a way. if they feel like they have no reason to feel threatened by someone they'll have their trust but that doesn't mean it can't be lost ofc. which is why they trust laezel and astarion so easily. why would they be scared of a tiny white elf who can't even get them to knife point (he failed that).

he does struggle to trust others to do things for them though, if he were ever to be out of commission or on the verge of it it would be like pulling teeth to try and get him to let someone else lead temporarily.

appin holds onto a piece of kednyr's old blanket bc it still smells like her :thumbs_up: karlach gives her a teddy bear with that piece attached to it as a gift. astarion may have helped but he will not confirm

extra notes ermm appin lived in the upper city, not a patriar or a servant, they just co-run an expensive smithy there.

as a passionate blacksmith (and someone who wants to become an artificer) appin is really intrigued by karlach's engine and wishes they could collaborate with dammon on how to fix it or make her a new one entirely

to add onto that he's extremely fascinated by the grymforge in the underdark its like a theme park to him. it is their nerdiest point in the storyline

they can stay underwater for a good period of time; an hour is their highest time

andd she has a prosthetic leg around age 40-45 sorry this got so long . this things in my head 24/7 rn i tried to omit some things to make it shorter but oh well

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8. I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack: No roots - Alice Merton

She was playing with her red bracelet as her mom and dad were watching her with a puzzled look. It was early Saturday morning. Way too early for Charles who had not even eaten his breakfast yet. Julia had gathered him and his wife in the kitchen, saying that she had something important to tell them. Lyanna had a soft smile playing on her lips and a reassuring hand on her husband's thigh, as if she knew what was about to happen and Charles hated it. He hated not knowing things, especially when it was about his daughter.

Julia went to pour herself a glass of orange juice and stood still in the middle of the kitchen, it was a bad idea, she could feel it. She knew her mom wouldn’t care and would not make a big deal out of it, but her dad? He had always been overly protective of her and she didn’t know how he would react to the news. The fake news, but a news nonetheless. She took a deep breath before starting to speak.

“I have something to tell you.”

“That we guessed it, darling.” said Lyanna and Julia gulped, looking everywhere but to her parents.

“Okay… I don’t know how to say it.”

“You are not pregnant, are you?”

“Dad! Oh my God, no!” whined the girl, rolling her eyes as her mother gave a slight slap behind her husband’s head.

“So what is it?” he asked.

“I… I met someone. A guy.”

She expected questions to fuse but her announcement was met with utter silence. She looked at her mom who had a bright smile on her face and she could almost swear that there were tears in her eyes. Her eyes, then, met her dad’s. He had an emotionless expression and she didn’t know if she had to be scared or relieved.

“Dad? Are you okay?”

“Who is he? Do I know him? Does he treat you right? When do I meet him and why didn’t he introduce himself to me before asking you out?” he finally let out in one breath.

“Oh my gosh… Charles. She is twenty-three, she doesn’t need to ask for your approval! Lyanna sighed, giving an apologetic look to her daughter.

“Maybe she didn’t but that guy should have! Who does he think he is? Does he really think he can take my princess away from me without showing me his worth?”

“Dad, I love you. But, it’s not the eighteenth century anymore. I can date whoever I want.”

“Does he work in the paddock? Is he from Skoda?” he kept asking.

“See! That’s exactly why I didn’t want to tell you!”

“Princess, I just want to know you’re safe!”

“But can’t you just trust me?”

“Ju’...”

“Stop it! Both of you. This conversation is not going anywhere, you are both too stubborn to talk about it calmly.” stood up Lyanna putting both of her hands on the kitchen island while staring at them, shutting them both.

Charles felt small under the hardened gaze of his wife and groaned.

“You are not going to prevent me from investigating. And if he is from your team, I’ll know it fast enough.”

Julia sighed as Lyanna was pinching the bridge of her nose and Charles left the room.

“I love dad. Really, with all my heart but… Can’t you tell him that behaving like a medieval man is not cute. It never has been.”

“His middle name is not Perceval for nothing… but don’t worry, he’ll get used to it. I’m just happy for you my Ju’. I don’t care who that boy is, I just care about seeing you happy. Deep down, your dad feels the same.”

“It must be very deep then.” Julia concluded, making her mom laugh.

Needless to say that her late flight for Casablanca, for the upcoming Grand Prix, was uncomfortable as her dad kept staring at her whenever she was on her phone. It even came to a point when he decided to sit right next to her when the whole private jet was empty and there were enough seats left for him to go anywhere but right next to her. She feigned sleeping for a few hours and when they landed, she pretended to have a late meeting with the team to talk about the first upgrades for the Skoda.

After a lot of talks they finally decided to upgrade the front wing in hopes to achieve better aerodynamics, especially in corner exits. Julia was also working on the rear wing, trying to give it more weight to help the car balance. It was not something she had discussed with the team yet, not after her last encounter with Wilhelm. She’d rather have everything ready before going to him. Especially since she was not supposed to be working on upgrades without the approval of the team.

It ended up being a slight progress for Skoda. It was still nowhere near they wanted to be, but it was an improvement compared to the first three races. At least they managed to reduce the gap with Toyota and both drivers finished the race without any technical issues. It was a clean race, even if they ended up in the last positions.

The garage was happy, the whole team congratulated each member and she could see Wilhelm slightly smiling. It was different from what she had always known. Her dad was never satisfied if he was not winning a race. He was not a racing driver to end up second place. And it was what he had always taught her. If you want to make it far, give yourself your all, don’t settle for less than what you want to achieve. Work hard and improve harder. But she found the atmosphere cute. When Niels finally finished his cool down lap and came back, she ran to congratulate him and hugged him. After everything he had been through, she was really happy for him. When looking at the leaderboard, she couldn’t help but search for the prancing horse and her heart ached when she saw one of the red cars barely making it into the points as the other one had to DNF after a mistake that sent the driver in a wall earlier.

She didn’t see her dad lurking near the garage. Casa’s GP was one to forget for Charles and he wanted nothing more but to leave the track with his daughter and go to a nice restaurant to think about something else. He wasn’t expecting to see her in the arms of Niels. They seemed close. Way too close for Charles’ liking. As Niels was making his way out of the garage, Charles saw that as an opportunity to intercept him and ask him a few questions. Unrelated to racing of course.

“Niels? Hey, do you have a minute to talk?” he asked as the Skoda driver looked up to him with surprise.

“Well, yeah! For sure!”

He was enthusiastic. Charles Leclerc wanted to talk to him, in private. Normally when another team principal was asking to talk to you, it was not to make small talk. Niels could feel his heart rate increasing and almost jumping out of his chest. They found a quiet spot, near the trash area, between Ferrari and Mercedes facilities.

“I wanted to talk to you about something important.”

“Sure. I’m listening.”

“I think you need to ask me something.”

It threw Niels off his feet. He didn’t understand what he was supposed to say. He looked at the man in front of him and waited.

“It’s about Julia.”

“Oh.” Niels sighed. “She is a great girl.”

“She is. She is hard working, she is loyal, she is smart, she is my daughter and my princess. You understand, right?”

“I… I guess?”

“Perfect. So when were you about to ask for my permission to date her?”

Niels choked on the water he was drinking. He was expecting a lot of things coming from Ferrari’s Team Principal but certainly not to accuse him of dating his daughter.

“Julia and I are friends,” he explained.

“I saw you hug her.”

“Friends hug all the time, at least that’s what I do with mine. If you want a hug, mister Leclerc you just need to ask! But there is absolutely nothing between Julia and I.”

He could see Charles’ face looking at him in disbelief and he chuckled.

“But if it’s not you, who is my daughter dating?”

Niels came back to the garage after the conversation with his cheeks hurting from all the laughing. He couldn’t believe his ears and couldn’t wait to tell Julia the conversation he just had with her dad.  He knew that she was often working late and was not surprised to see her alone in the back of the garage, between two sets of medium tyres, her headphones on and scribbling down on her notebook.

“Julia! You never guessed what just happened!”

She put away her stuff as he plopped down to face her, a cheeky grin on his face. He proceeded to tell her in detail his meeting with her dad and when it was over, Julia’s cheeks were as red as the Ferraris. She was mortified. She was twenty-three and her dad still managed to make her uncomfortable as if she were still a little girl.

“I’m so sorry, Niels. I promise I’ll talk to him so he’ll never bother you again.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not embarrassed or mad. It’s pretty funny actually.”

“I don’t find it funny, it’s embarassing!”

“It’s funny to me. Because, no offense Julia you are a really pretty girl and all, but if you let me choose between your father and you, I’d choose your father.”

It took a few seconds for Julia to register what her friend was implying but when she finally understood a gentle smile brightened her face.

“You…” she didn’t want to say the word, scared to overstep a boundary.

“I’m gay. You can say it. You are the only one to know around here. I’ve never said it to anyone because… you know. Times change but some topics still have a hard time to be accepted and I’m not sure F1 is ready to have a gay driver.”

“I promise you your secret is safe with me. I’m a bit emotional, sorry I wasn’t expecting you to tell me something like this. I’m glad you trust me with such a big part of you. Thank you.”

He smiled at her before extanding his hand towards her. She took it and they left the garage. They were talking and laughing and Julia didn’t notice Ethan that was waiting near the Skoda garage.

“Hey, Joolsie. Do you have a minute to talk?

Niels looked at Julia, searching for a sign of awkwardness from her side but she was relaxed and smiled at him before telling Niels that she would meet him tomorrow. She waved at him as she was following Ethan along the track.

“What’s up?” she asked as he stopped abruptly.

He took his phone out of his pocket and opened Instagram on her public profile page.

“What do you want to do with it? Because if I hit this follow button, people will notice it and it won’t be long until someone connects the dots and says that your dad is Charles Leclerc. I’m just asking if you are ready for that and for all the attention you will get. We don’t have to do it now, if you don’t feel like it.” he explained.

“I thought this through. Again and again. I don't know if I’ll ever be ready but I guess I have to, at some point.”

He nodded and hit the follow button.

“You might want to deactivate your notifications for the next few days and weeks.” he warned her, before leaving her alone, in the middle of the track.

As Ethan told her, the next few days were a lot to handle. She had witnessed her number of followers rising up and slowly, the fact that Charles Lelcerc’s daughter worked in the paddock for Skoda was whispered everywhere. No matter where she went, there was always someone who was staring at her more than necessary or someone to introduce themselves to her. At first, when she had her mom on the phone, she didn’t understand why Julia had decided to open her socials when she had alway been very against it as she didn’t want people to find out about her lineage. When Julia explained that she thought she could share her experience as being a woman in the motorsport world, that maybe she could inspire young girls, she knew that her mom was only half convinced. But truth be told, even if she was now public, she didn’t post as much. Not that she was using Instagram a lot before. But still, she liked posting stories about her work, pictures of the tracks and facts about racing. And people seemed to like that. She even had some brands coming to her to ask her if she wanted to represent them, to which Julia had politely declined.

Another person who was really happy about Julia not hiding her identity anymore, was her dad. He felt a little bit better now that he didn’t have to act as if she was a complete stranger or to be careful to not be seen if he wanted to talk to her. He could finally let her in his world. And he didn’t waste much time as he invited her, a Thursday evening after an intense day of interviews, to eat with his team so he could introduce her properly to his two drivers. The first one to come to her was Elijah Martinez. He was in a team for a few years and Julia knew that he was Ferrari’s first driver. The car was built to suit his driving style and the strategies were always trying to favor him. According to her dad, he had what it took to be World Champion and the whole Italy was counting on him.

Elijah was intimidating. He had this magnetic force that attracted people around him like magnets and made Julia feel small. He was very introverted and was known to not talk a lot. But he was good, great even, able to achieve miracles in the worst track conditions. She remembered his maiden win in Suzuka, 4 years ago under drought and with a wet track. Amazing to witness. He nodded towards her, before being dragged by a media representative of the team.

“Princess, I want you to meet Martin, it’s his rookie year at Ferrari.” explained Charles with a big smile as he patted the young man’s shoulder.

“I know you. You were at Skoda last year! Congratulations for the promotion I guess, it must have been a huge change.” She said, a welcoming smile on her face.

Martin stuttered a bit. He knew Julia, he had the occasion to cross her path a few times even if she never really paid attention to him. He had always thought she was beautiful from afar, but up close? He stuttered a little bit as her hand fitted in his. Her hazel eyes were sparkling as her dimples, the same as her dad’s he noticed,  were showing as she smiled. He thought it was the cutest thing he had ever seen and wanted to see that smile as often as possible.

As for Julia, the first thing she noticed was his green eyes. As green as a forest. Dark and mysterious with a glimpse of playfulness in them that she found adorable. His hair was slightly falling on them and he pushed a few strands away as he shook her hand. She felt his sweaty and hot palm against hers and an electric jolt running down her arm.

“I’ve heard a lot about you.” He told her.

“Good things I hope.”

“Amazing, yeah.”

She couldn’t help but feel herself blushing. Soon, they took place to eat and Julia was surprised how easy she fitted inside the team, how welcomed she was. She was sitting next to Martin and the conversation flowed easily between them. She felt at ease, for the first time since a long time. For once she didn’t have to hide who she was or to lie, she could be unapologetically herself. And it felt good. They talked about racing, their favorite tracks and Julia didn’t know how long talking about Monaco’s corners that she knew by heart. It was Martin’s favorite city track. He playfully made her promise that when it would be time for the race, she would show him her favorite places in the city and Julia enthusiastically agreed.

“Martin, beware not to flirt too much with my daughter, she has a boyfriend.” Charles joked, winking to his driver.

“Really? I didn’t know. Sorry if I overstepped.”

“No, it’s fine you didn’t, don’t worry.” she reassured him.

“Well, at least that’s what she says because I’m investigating and so far I don’t know who the poor boy is. They are sneaky. But it won’t stop me from finding out.”

Julie glared at her dad who raised his glass to her with a playful grin. The rest of the evening went by fast and soon, it was time for Julia to go back to her hotel. She started to feel tired and she needed to feel rested for the practice sessions the next day. As she stood up and went to hug her dad goodbye, Martin did the same and went with her outside.

“I don’t have anything else to do, right now. Do you want me to take you back to your hotel?”

“If it doesn't bother you, it would be nice. Thanks.”

They kept talking about their lives until they reached the hotel. As Julia was about to step out of the car, Martin took out his phone.

“Is it okay if I ask for you number? I had a nice time and wouldn’t be against hanging out with you again. If it doesn’t bother you or your boyfriend, I don’t want to create any problems between you two.”

“I would like that.” She smiled at him, putting her number in his contacts and took the opportunity to follow him on his social media as he did the same. She wished him a good night and good luck for tomorrow and left the Ferrari.

She was about to leave the car, when a blond silhouette caught her attention. Ethan was leaving the hotel when his gaze found hers. Nonchalantly his feet carried him to the Ferrari, expecting to see Charles. He was a bit thrown off when he noticed Martin in the driver’s seat and not the Team Principal.

“Martin…” he greeted him a bit coldly.

“Hey Verstappen. How do you feel about the upcoming race?” asked Martin with a smile, unbothered by Ethan’s attitude.

“Great. I’ll have a special someone watching me so… it can’t go wrong.”

“Oh? Nice, when loved ones are there it always makes the race special.”

“Yeah. I guess. What about you? Istanbul is not a city track, compared to Casa. You don’t have to worry about making out with a wall.”

Julia nervously laughed as she could feel the tension emanating from Ethan, she said her goodbye to Martin and left, closely followed by Ethan.

“Can we talk?” he asked as she was heading to the elevator and slipped past the opening as he did the same.

“Let’s go to my room.” she simply answered looking at the numbers going up.

In the peace and quiet of her room, she sat on the bed as Ethan leaned against her door frame.

“I just wanted us to be clear about one thing. I know we didn’t really talk about it, but it’s best if we remain exclusive and don’t flirt with other people while we are dating.”

“You didn’t even have to tell me. It was obvious to me.”

“Good. Glad to see that we are on the same understanding level…”

“Perfect.” she said.

“I was about to go for a late night pastry. I know I’m not supposed to but I hate my physio meal plan. Care to join me? I could use some company.”

“Why not? I just need to take a shower, I’ve been out all day.”

“ You don’t need to make yourself pretty for me, Joolsie.” he teased her.

“Believe me I don’t. You don’t deserve to see me at my best.”

She snatched a hoodie and some sweatpants before locking the door behind her. As he was hearing the water from the bathroom, Ethan decided to look around and to go through her stuff. He soon found a notebook, half opened on her desk under a pile of documents. It was her drawing book. Inside, he could see drawings of cars, often red ones of course, but also race tracks and landscapes. As he was turning the pages he soon found her most recent one. It was a pretty drawing of the Istanbul track and he was sure she had drawn it from her room which had a beautiful view on the first corner. He snapped a picture from her window, letting her notebook appear in the frame and posted it.

She came back a few minutes later, her hair in a messy bun on top of her head and asked him if he was ready to go. The night was starting to fall and they wandered in the Istanbul street as Julia was taking a few pictures to send to her brother. They finally stopped for ice-creams and Ethan teased her lightly as she asked for a vanilla one.

“You are so boring. Only boring people take vanilla! Come on Joolsie, try something spicier! Like, pistachio strawberry?”

“I’m perfectly fine with vanilla! It’s my go to ice cream whenever we are out with my dad.” she explained, thanking the lady.

They debated over what was the best ice cream flavor until they found a bench, in a park, where they decided to stop to eat.

“So? You said you had a special someone coming to the race? Is your dad coming?” she asked him.

“No, he will try to be there for the European ones. He doesn’t know which one yet. I’m hoping for Zandvoort, because it’s our home race. It would be nice to have him there. If he doesn’t come, there is still Monaco, but it’s not the same.”

He shook his head trying to not think about how he missed his dad and how he wished he would be there more often. Of course, Max was always watching his races and was never missing on calling him right after to analyze it, pointing out Ethan’s mistakes and giving him useful pieces of advice. Ethan was thankful for that, but sometimes he just wished his dad would tell him how proud he was of him. It made him angry to see that Charles was usually the one who told him that he raced well and that he should be proud of him. It angered him and hurt him right after usually. Because Charles was not supposed the one who should give him this kind of talk. Ethan wanted his dad to act more like a dad and less like a coach, but every time he wanted to tell him, words were failing him.

“So, are you doing okay with all the attention you are getting lately?” he asked to avoid thinking about his dad.

“It’s fine. I mean, people are staring a lot more at me now, but it’s manageable. A part of me is relieved that I don’t have to hide anymore to see my dad and all in all, no one seems to care much about it in the paddock. So, I can’t really complain.

“I mean, have you seen the number of nepobabies here in F1? Me, Romy, her teammate… You are just another one on a very long list.”

“I didn’t make it as far, just to only be considered like my dad’s daughter. I went through a lot of interviews to get this position. I deserve it.” she replied harshly.

“Of course. I’ve never said the opposite. I was just stating a fact, Joolsie, calm down. I didn’t mean to offend you. You’ve always been a hard-worker, even I can recognise that.”

“How nice of you…” she sarcastically commented.

There was a pause. As they ate their ice-cream, she snapped a picture of the vanilla and the cookie dough ice creams before uploading them on her story. They after all had a soft launch to prepare. Soon, it was time for them to head back to the hotel and when they finally said goodbye to each other, Julia looked at her phone and felt a lump in her throat when she read her mother’s text.

Are you dating Ethan? I could recognise your notebook and your way to draw everywhere, darling.

Author's note: This chapter marks the introduction of one of my favourite character and I hope you'll like him as much as me. Also, it seems that the secret is out hahaha. What do you think will happen next? Let me know your theories, I love to read them.

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[shiro-s2e2-erukinzu]

Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 67 (PART 1)... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

THIS CHAPTER HAD ME ALL OVER THE PLACE, I SWEAR...!! 😵

But, before that... Let me just first address this elephant in the room...

This is the third time this year that a chapter was split into MULTIPLE PARTS... And I'm not saying that that's a bad thing, but I'm just curious as to WHY...? 🤔 I hope that it's just something minor (like not finishing before the deadline) and not anything super serious (like health issues)... But whatever the reason, I do hope that you're doing alright out there Mr. Endo...!! 💗💗💗

Alright! Now let's actually start discussing Mission 67 Part 1, shall we...? 😉

This chapter begins with Anya trying to that (not actually promised) cake from Damian...!

And of course, Damian doesn't know what she's talking about, but figures that it's probably because of the whole handkerchief incident (which it was)...! But after some shenanigans and misunderstandings, Anya brings up THIS👇 to everyone's surprise:

I just love all of their shocked expressions!! 😆

Damian starts to worry about all the possible embarrassing things that his mother could've talked about, but then Anya says...

CAN THIS BOY CATCH A BREAK...?! 💔😫💔

I'm sorry, but... Regardless of whether or not one or both of Damian's parents are evil...

THEY NEED THIER ASSES KICKED JUST FOR THE WAY THEY TREAT DAMIAN!!! 😠

*Ahem...* Sorry about my minor burst of aggression, but um... BACK TO THE CHAPTER...!! 😅

After all the Anya and Damian stuff, we catch up with Twilight at his (fake) job...!!:

(And Fiona / Nightfall is there as well...! 👍):

We are then introduced to this guy👇 who is SUPER JEALOUS of Loid...!!:

And because that, he's basically preventing Twilight from getting any vital information from anyone close to Melinda... 😑 Which causes this ABSOLUTELY AMAZING expression from Twilight!! 🤣:

THIS IS ONE OF MY NEW FAVORITE EXPRESSION IN THE SERIES NOW!! 😂

After a bunch of INGENIOUS RIDICULOUS plans to make Loid look bad in front of everyone, this man goes for HIS LAST RESORT:

WHAT!!? I DON'T-- I'M SPEECHLESS...!!! 😱

What a way to end this chapter, but... My god...!! What's gonna happen next?!! 😵

Mission 67 Part 2 can go a lot of different ways... This could potentially be something REALLY BAD for the Forger Family or Twilight will find a HILARIOUS way out this... But honestly, I have no idea... 😔

ENDO IS ALWAYS KEEPS US ON OUR TOES, MAN!! 😩

Anyway, I really enjoyed this chapter and I can't wait for Part 2!! 😁 So until then, I'll be seeing you guys in the next Mission!! BYE!!

#spy x family #sxf #spyxfamily #spy x family manga #sxf manga #spyxfamily manga #loid forger #anya forger #damian desmond #fiona frost #Mission 67 #Part 1 #I can't believe we got ANOTHER CHAPTER SPLIT...!! #I hope Endo's doing okay... #THAT ENDING MY GOD!!! 😵 #manga spoilers #spy x family spoilers

[alostlittleriverlotus]

sitting here saying I am in incredible pain, saying the pain I have every single day, while my mom patronizingly says "that's rough" or pats my knee sympathetically.

My dad jokingly says "you're too young to have problems" or "it only gets worse from here" or "welcome to being 65."

I am 21 years old. 3 years ago I demanded to see a doctor because my knee pain was making it difficult to walk. I have had pain since I was a child and it has only progressively gotten worse. My parents are in charge of getting me appointments (with my help since I'm over 18) because of my autism, overwhelm, mutism, and shutdown and severe anxiety and avoidance. They handle finances as I have about $10 and that's it and can't work.

Getting the patronizing "sorry you're in pain :(" when I have made it clear when the issues started years ago and got written off as annoying and complaining and it progressed to the point where I barely leave my bed or get up at all and I try my best to do things to ease the pain pisses me off.

I demanded to see a doctor. My mother said she would. She didn't. And now getting these jokes and patronizing stuff pisses me off. You are literally metaphorically spitting in my face. My knee and back issues have only gotten worse to where I struggle to even do the bare minimum of myself.

And I am mad. Because it NEVER had to get this bad. And doctors now overlook my issues for my weight. I had bad blood pressure ONCE and it was immediately chopped up to my weight/exercise even though they know I have diagnosed anxiety and I was literally getting a vaccine that day, I have a fear of needles! Since then, no blood pressure issues cause I am blessed with perfect blood pressure apparently.

I just. Am so fucking mad. And over these past 3 years? I have seen my parents work hard to be healthy, go to the gym, get medical help for every tiny issue they have. While I am sitting here, just trying to eat right to keep my IBS from killing me and to prevent low blood sugar problems. It's apparently been my responsibility since I was like fucking 5 to make my pain known, but it only got written off. And even when I state clearly what I want and experience, it gets overlooked.

I can't wait to move in with one of my close loved ones cause they not only believe me, but they help me. Ray helped me get an OBGYN and without his help, I probably wouldn't be on birth control and have gotten diagnosed with PCOS. My friend who is literally my age is the reason I got diagnosed with PCOS and got help for it at all.

I just...am so fucking frustrated. Like actually fuck so many adults in my life. And stop blaming child me for not "letting you know." I was a child, it was my normal, I made it clear I was in pain and you didn't once think "maybe we should get this checked on."

When I move out, I'll be with people who believe me and can help me stand up for myself. I'm no good at facing doctors especially with my trauma and mental blocks and disorders. But I have hope. It's just living with the every day annoyances until then, the ones that make me just wanna scream or fight. I swear to god.

#disabled #disability #chronic pain #chronic illness #chronic fatigue #neglect #child neglect #furious #actually traumatized #actually disabled #actually autistic #semiverbal #situational mutism #i fucking cant #rant #vent #personal #angry #traumatized #disabilties #spoonie #tired

[writerdream22]

requested by: anon, I sincerely hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairing: Steve Harrington x best friend!reader

warnings: none, except for a few curse words and the mentioning of alcohol

a/n: this came out way longer than expected, and there might be lots of dialogues. I'm sorry!

feedbacks are always appreciated!

“I swear to God, this is the best party I've ever been to in my whole life!” you exclaimed, swaying around to the music while holding a beer-filled cup. It was Samantha Stone's birthday party; she had decided to invite everyone, including you, which was quite surprising as the two of you never talked that much.

“Yeah, y/n, you're right” your best friend, Steve, responded “But this— this will be your last drink, all right? I don't want to carry you the whole way to your bedroom when we get back”. You nodded sheepishly, and responded “Yes, uh-uh. Last drink, yes. I promise”

You and Steve had decided to go to the party together, and he'd said more than once that he would have kept an eye on you. That was because you couldn't handle alcohol at all, and Steve was afraid to leave you alone as he feared that something bad might have happened.

Suddenly, the music blasting from the speakers changed. To your surprise came on the song “Stayin' Alive” by Bee Gees; it was one of your favourites, and your tipsy self reacted rather theatrically. “I love this song!” you shouted, turning to talk to Steve and taking his hands in yours “Dance with me, come on!”. He grinned, accepting your invite, and started dancing along to the music.

You danced for a while, until you felt dizzy and had to stop twirling around and moving too much.

Even though you'd promised your best friend that you wouldn't have drank any more beer, you managed to get a cup of punch. Therefore, when it was time for the two of you to go home, you were drunk. “Y/n...” Steve said in a reprimanding tone, when the two of you finally got into his car “You'd promised me you wouldn't have drank more beer”. You pouted, then stated “It was punch, not beer”.

Shortly after, you arrived to your home. Even though you hadn't fallen asleep, Steve wanted to carry you to your own room to prevent you from knocking down something and your parents from noticing that you were indeed drunk. “Oh, thank you, Steve! I love you” you exclaimed, hugging him tightly, then taking off your shoes and jumping on your bed. “No problem, y/n” Steve responded, hugging you back “I'll see you tomorrow at work, all right?” to which you nodded, before your friend walked out of your bedroom.

The morning after you woke up with a massive headache. You were late, which was rather unusual, and your parents had already left to go to work; hence, you didn't have a vehicle to drive to Starcourt mall. Luckily, your guardian angel came to your rescue; Steve was there, waiting in his car. It seemed like he didn't care that he too was extremely late, but you didn't want him to wait for more time and ran out of your house with your Scoops Ahoy uniform already on along with a pair of glasses.

“Ahoy, sailor!” your best friend exclaimed, as you hopped on the passenger seat. “Ahoy” you dully responded, still unable to register information correctly “Why did you pick me up?”. Steve shrugged, then stated “I knew you weren't going to be able to come to work on time, so I told myself that if my best friend was gonna be late I was gonna be late as well”.

You found this gesture of his to be unusual, and you couldn't shrug off your thoughts about the matter. Therefore, you asked Steve about the real reason why upon your arrival at Starcourt mall.

“Do you want me to he honest?” he responded, and you nodded in response “Well, y/n, I— I think I'm in love with you, and I'm terrified”. “Terrified?” you questioned, unable to say anything else. You were shocked to hear that coming from your best friend; however, you felt happy and somewhat relieved that it was he who confessed his feelings first.

“Yes. I am terrified” Steve remarked “Remember what happened last year? What if that happens again? I won't be able to withstand the pain of losing you, or seeing you get hurt. We're lucky to be alive and— if you don't reciprocate my feelings I understand. I'll be here even as just a friend. I don't want—” “—Shut up” you interjected. “What?” he questioned, confused.

“Just shut up and kiss me, Harrington”

#writerdream22 #reader insert #gif imagine #requests open #x reader #writing prompts #prompt #story prompts #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things imagine #stranger things x you #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #imagine

[tykobrian]

Arcane Twitter has been on Vi's ass again it seems... (Alternate title: who's the REAL jinx again?)

I swear to god those people come up with so many dumb reasons to hate on her. I think I wasted like an hour going back and forth with three of them then later deleted everything because most of them started going off-topic.

Anyway, if you ever asked me, what things Vi could've done differently (and should consider not doing in the future) to prevent things from getting worse, I would point to the following:

Before I start, I'd like to say that as of the post act 1 time skip era, Vi's only purpose in life is to reunite with her sister again, so all my points are on the ways she failed her. Or rather if Vi must continue beating herself up, she should consider the following times she screwed up, not the time she "abandoned powder to be moulded into a monster by Silco by getting kidnapped":

Vi deciding to follow her parents to the battlefield with baby Powder severely traumatized her and kickstarted her mental problems.

Vi deciding to undergo a dangerous but unnecessary job like robbing Jayce's apartment put everyone in danger including her sister who narrowly avoided being blown up by hex crystals.

Vi's baffling decision to hide the existence of the hex crystals in powder's possession from Vander only made things worse. Perhaps those "jewels" were very precious and Piltover was furious to see zaunites stealing them from them and hated to see them get away like this. Anyway, Vander was always on their side. Vi just unnecessarily kept him in the dark to do god knows what. And we know what happens next.

After the time skip, Vi's decision to give the council Jinx's name is THE actual decision that will be the nail in the coffin of Vi and Jinx's relationship. Don't get me wrong, if Vi never gave away Jinx's name Jayce could have demanded Silco to bring in the person or people responsible for the bombings. My point is, JIN'X SISTER VOLUNTARILY GAVE HER UP TO THE M?TH?RF?CK?NG COUNCIL. Jinx hates that Vi is cozying up to an enforcer. This caused her a considerable amount of mental anguish. AND SHE HASN'T YET LEARNED OF WHAT VI DID IN THE COUNCIL MEETING. When she will, and I bet my bottom dollar she will because this is Arcane, it's really over. Now Jinx has accepted that Vi doesn't love her like she used to all these years ago. But when she learns of this, she'll probably believe the present Vi doesn't love her at all and is all about Piltover. And then this scenario becomes more believable.

···

Jinx already wanted to open fire on Vi when she thought Vi only came to see her take the hex crystal away from her. She'll blame her for complicating the deal between Jayce and Silco and forcing Silco to consider giving (I know Silco would never but Jinx doesn't) her up and for his abduction to the wacky tea party. She will blame Vi for making her think that she had to choose between Vi and Silco while actually, Sico was loyal to her until his death when Vi sold her out and kept lying about being on her side and wanting to run away with her.

Oh and Vi herself is going to join the enforcers, supposedly to stop Jinx from causing more damage to Piltover? Jinx would LOVE THAT.

So yeah, it looks like Season 2 is going to be ROUGH for the siblings.

#arcane #arcane vi #arcane jinx #brotp: are we still sisters

[toa-kirhan]

First time watching ToH S2E10 (Yesterday’s Lie). Thoughts below:

Detailed thoughts:

Oh my god, this episode was too much. It’s only halfway through the season and they drop that on us? I swear, by the time we get to the series finale, this show will have figured out how to make me cry for real. They’re definitely getting close.

First up: Vee, sweet, precious Vee. Everything about her life up until this point has been so tragic. Vee was raised in captivity as a test subject along w/ her fellow Basilisks, experimented on by the EC, and forced to drain the magic from other living beings.

When Vee finally escaped w/ the others, she managed to find the perfect opportunity to make a new life for herself: by taking the place of someone from the Human Realm who just left for the Demon Realm. There, Vee finally got to experience true love and compassion for the first time in her life by experiencing the love that Camila has for her daughter, Luz.

After months of settling into her new life, becoming the person that Camila thought she wanted her daughter to be, Luz finally reappeared. Luz was Vee’s past coming back to haunt her, a reminder to Vee that the love she’s felt, the new life she that found for herself, was borrowed. Soon, she’d have to run again to find somewhere else, someone else, to be.

In that way, Vee makes for an interesting mirror to Luz as they’re ultimately both looking for the same thing: they both want to find a place where they’re accepted by others and feel like they belong, and they both run away to achieve that. While Luz didn’t feel like she can be herself at home, leaving for the Demon Realm, Vee never had have a home and escapes for the Human Realm.

Although Vee only brings it up for a moment, that difference b/w the two is a source of envy and resentment for Vee towards Luz. Vee’s feelings are completely understandable: it’s difficult seeing others leave behind, or at least, fail to appreciate, a life that you could only wish for.

The validity of Vee’s feelings doesn’t invalidate Luz’s either. Luz has every right to want something more from her life, while not wanting to completely abandon who she was or the people that knew her either. I’ve said it before, but what Luz really wants isn’t to become a witch or go on fantastic adventures, even though she wants that too, but to be accepted by her mother for who she is in her entirety, eccentricities and all.

Moving onto Camila, while the previous episodes have shown her living happily together w/ Vee, it’s clear that Camila wasn’t totally satisfied w/ how her daughter seemed to change from her time at camp. Camila wanted Luz to act more ‘normally’ out of concern for her daughter that her eccentricities would prevent her from being successful at making friends and adjusting to the real world.

Vee, tries her best to be the person that Camila wanted her daughter to be, but seeing Luz seemingly abandon her past and suppress creativity is difficult for her mother, who still clings on to the Luz that she used to know. When the real Luz contacts her, she’s delighted by her explanation of what’s going on, convinced that her daughter is finally expressing part of herself again.

Once Camila learns the truth, she, and everyone else from Luz to Vee, is swept up in the whirlwind of emotions. Camila sees a frightened child in front of her in Vee and is able to reach out and still show her that same love she has over the past couple of months, protecting her from danger, and sheltering her in her home. It’s only when she has the opportunity to speak to her daughter that her composure falls apart.

Learning the truth about Luz and where she’s been, while a dream for Luz, has been a nightmare for Camila. Her daughter, her only daughter, is trapped in another world w/ no way for them to contact or return to each other, is a parent’s worst nightmare.

Even worse is learning that Luz chose to the Demon Realm: the anger of learning that her daughter disobeyed her and ran away from home, and the profound sadness and regret of what that really means, that her actions pushed her daughter away from her to the point that the only way she could imagine being herself was to leave her.

With the portal closed again, although Camila still has Vee w/ her, she doesn’t have Luz. Every time Camila sees Vee, she’ll only be able to think about her daughter and whether or not she’ll ever be able to see her again and whether or not it is her fault. The mirror is shattered, and w/ it, so too is its enchanting illusion. Now all that’s left is the horrible truth.

To end things on a slightly lighter note, the contents of the museum curator’s study (Jacob according to the credits) tells us a lot more about Philip and his backstory. Based on what we know, Philip Wittebane was apparently a British colonist from the 1600s around the time of the Connecticut Witch Trials which his disappearance likely caused.

The biggest reveal is that Philip apparently had a brother, as according to Jacob, two brothers were lured from the colony into the Demon Realm, possibly Belos. Curiously, we haven’t heard anything about Philip’s brother. Although nothing from the previous episodes suggests that there wasn’t another human living w/ Philip in the Demon Realms, his pointed absence suggests his importance.

A small note on Belos since I’ve brought him up, but it seems like the Titan’s Blood that is left in the key won’t be enough for Belos’ purposes. While the amount stored in the key seemed to be enough to regularly use the original portal door (possibly due to it being contained in the key), the small amount that Amity had on her glove could only open Luz’s portal door for a few hours.

If Belos can find a use for those few hours he can spend in the Human Realm, I’m curious to see what it’ll be. Either way, it seems Belos and Luz will have to look for more Titan Blood (strange that the (presumed) Titan Heart above Belos’ throne doesn’t produce any.)

General thoughts:

We’re back at Luz’s house? Will this just be another teaser or will the plot revolve around what’s going on in the Human Realm?

They’re throwing out all of Luz’s stuff!

Is Luz’s mom starting to have regrets about sending her to camp?

Mirror Luz is placing down rabbit traps? Or is someone else?

Mirror Luz is looking forward to living a new life? No ill intent outside of impersonating her?

OH! IT’S AN ACTUAL MIRROR LUZ! I WAS JUST USING AN EXPRESSION!

I can’t believe they’ve managed to jury-rig a new portal door. Just have to see if it works.

It transformed into an actual portal door! It looks a bit bent out of shape tho.

HUG! ^^

This is... uh... this is different from the original portal.

So Luz managed to trap herself in the mirror realm? Oh, she can summon reflections for her to see through?

There’s no glyphs in the in-between realm?

Is there something keeping them from hearing her? Oh, she can be heard! OH THE OTHER LUZ IS A DEMON!

So doppelganger Luz (not actually Mirror Luz) is on the run and hid in the Human Realm? I assume she’s hiding from Belos.

SHE’S A SELKIE?

“I’m Number Fiv- I mean, I’m Vee.” So Vee is part of a series of experiments.

I didn’t expect Luz and Vee to get along so quickly, but it makes sense given Luz’s (and Vee’s) personality.

So Luz and Vee are going to be working together for now?

Luz is from Gravesfield, Connecticut.

THERE’S A SECURITY CAMERA? Vee :c

Marylin, Edalyn, Gwendolyn... it seems Eda’s picked up on her family’s naming convention too.

Vee can smell magic?

So Vee happened to meet the type of friends that would help Luz endure camp in her place?

This episode is such a change of pace! No side plots, no other characters, just Luz and Vee roaming around her hometown.

Vee ;_;

A BASILISK! IT’S BEEN SO LONG SINCE THAT PLOT THREAD WAS FIRST BROUGHT UP I FORGOT ABOUT THEM! BELOS IS USING BASILISKS!

Belos wants to find out how Basilisks drain magic, presumably so he can drain the magic from everyone for the Day of Unity, or so that he can better manage his curse.

OH WITCH TRIALS! THE 1600s! THE CONNECTICUT WITCH TRIALS! Did Philip come back to the Human Realm and ended up causing them?

The curator’s been investigating Magic, Eda, and the Demon Realms? Was he going to give Vee used up cards?

HE SET UP THE SECURITY CAMERAS!

“And finally... get my account verified.” This episode has aged beautifully.

OH! WE’RE HAVING THAT CONFRONTATION NOW.

SHE STILL KEPT HER STUFF! ;_;

Oh no, Camila’s in for a rude awakening. It’s going to be tough to watch.

TWO BROTHERS?! PHILIP AND WHO?! PHILIP AND WHO!?

CAMILA TRUSTS HER- SHE LOVES HER! MY HEART! SHE’S SO SWEET! ;_;

GET THE SANDAL, PUNK!

OH! THE RAIN!

OH SHE’S CRYING! OH NO! NOT THE EMOTIONS! WHY IS THE SHOW BEING SO CRUEL? ;_;7

#the owl house #toh #toh season 2 #toh s2 #first watch

[chicohungers24-7]

Major vent idc if you read this or not this is just a warning

I'm not committing suicide I swear but I want to die so so so bad.

My life seems so fucking easy on the outside but then I think about it and I just want it to end so bad

Living in America as a black afab trans teenager (shout out to the state of Florida being a shithole) is legitimately the worst thing in my life. I don't feel safe walking in my own neighborhood (partially contributed to the frequently lose dogs but I'm so scared I'm gonna die or be kidnapped or murdered I'm so paranoid)

I have zero irl friends and I literally moved here almost a year ago. It's almost the end of the school year and I've found no one. I'm so lonely.

I'm not even really suicidal. I don't have the courage to s/h or to make a plan or anything I'm just trapped in my stupid head thinking about death and not being able to do anything about it. I've been depressed for five years that's a third of my life there's literally nothing left there for me Im going to be fucked up forever

Only my dad is with me rn (mom is deployed :)))) and I don't feel safe talking about my feelings to him. He just retired and still refuses to get therapy about his ptsd (I'm so hypocritical LOL) and so all his reactivity issues are pushed onto me (and my poor dog. I can't die now. Not while she's alive I couldn't leave her with him)

Speaking of retiring and deploying lol being a military brat (hate that term) is SO traumatizing everyone is like oh you're so resilient and patriotic lol no I never want to fight for this stupid fucking country it ruined my life and my parents and the only "good" thing out of this is the stupid g.i. Bill and idk if I'll even make it to college. It's given me so much anxiety and depression and trauma istg I hate the military I never want to join I feel so violent when I see the stupid recruiters at my school. Also I might be autistic?? A lot of the anecdotes my mom tells me of when I was a child + stuff I know now might point towards it (not necessarily a bad thing but it just makes me more paranoid about cops killing me 😳)

God the paranoia is awful. I hate walking to school in the dark. I have to always check if my garage is closed cuz when im home alone (which is often thanks dad) he likes to drive out and forget to close it. But also if I lock the door to the garage he bangs on it super loud and it scares some nights I check that shit like five times over. Or like the weird metal bar that prevents the door from opening to the backyard. He told me some really graphic shit one time I left it open and now I check that all the time too. He's really graphic for some reason actually lol he told me was was gonna kill me when I was like. 11. And he says he always has a plan to kill people. Gee I wonder why I flinch.

I'm writing this all in one go it's like 2230 LMFAO I've made it a habit of staying up all night looking at triggering content until my phone starts to die and then I go to sleep past midnight.

Kinda stupid ngl. It just adds to the depression. Staying up late. Waking up early. Not wanting to get out of bed. I hate my stupid school and my racist classmates

I was a gifted child once lol. I miss it. Kinda ruined my school life though. I'm still smart too I just CAN'T do school. It'd be so much easier if I had friends but I'm so scared of rejection literally the only reason I had friends through 6-9th grade (freshman year kinda killed that friendship though) is cuz the kids at my bus literally chased me to say hi I honestly sound so pathetic right now omg I'm so scared I annoy everyone even though I hardly interact with people and even the people I interact with I'm scared will leave me. It's so funny that I'm scared of abandonment when I'm the kid that was moving. I abandoned people. I think freshman year changed that. I had stayed virtual for the first quarter. The friend in my grade had met new people cuz she went brick in mortar. My other friend was a grade higher and always had other friends

I just want the normal childhood of having childhood friends and knowing everyone at school but I don't and I'm a stupid lonely loser with no one. No one knows me. My teachers can't tell something is wrong because the entire time they've known me I've been depressed I guess they just think I'm a loser

I just want friends so bad. I want to hangout with people after school that actually enjoy my company. I was in a d&d club for someone's research project and they were all friends and I was just the odd duck and I looked so stupid I'm front of them why did I do that that was the dumbest decesion ever

I wish I had the courage to commit suicide. Or try. Or do fucking anything other than cry at night (which is a new development! Second night in a row. Better than just being a husk ig)

A year ago I actually went to a doctor about depression (well more for adhd but I didn't have it and he just focused on my depression) and I got DIAGNOSED and he was like therapy (didn't work) and SSRIs could work :) and then my dad was like no. No medication. Thanks dad. I want to die. And I'm stuck with you in this stupid state

I just want courage. To get help. Or to die. Idc which. Looking at depressing shit isn't helping I'm such an idiot I just need someone to help me please I want someone to notice. Someone that can help please but no I'm venting on Tumblr dot com where no one knows me I so obviously don't want to die I just want pain to end but it won't because I'm too much of a coward to help myself. I literally walk through the hallways just thinking about dying. I wanted covid to kill me. I wanted the shot to kill me. Why can't I do it myself what's wrong with me I can't even be suicidal correctly I feel like a meme saying I just want to be happy

I'm posting this just so I can let it out. I'm sorry if it triggers anyone. I'll tag it the best I can

#vent #tommie dont look #suicide mention #suicide tw #self harm tw #self harm mention #(<- only mentioned for both of those. none are acted upon) #idk what else to tag this as #don't rb ig #don't rb #i cried the whole time I typed this maybe I'll just fall asleep immediately #i removed a whole paragraph in fear of someone I know reading this #that amount of times I said please I'm so pathetic #oh that's another tag #self depreciation #suicide ideation

[obsidiancreates]

An Honest Talk

(Got to the episode where Valerie gets the ghost hunting stuff. I just want her to be happy and not Filled With Vengeful Rage so, here's this.)

Jazz sees the whole thing.

Really, Valerie isn't even good at hiding it. As soon as that Ghost Hunter shows up at that school game, Jazz figures it out. Not just because her voice is the same, but because of the insults she shouts while hanging in that basketball hoop. Sure, Jazz is in a higher grade, but she's heard that A-Lister group plenty of times in the hallways and after school.

They're real jerks. But not murderous jerks.

So she decides to do something about it. No-one attacks her baby brother. ... Well, except other ghosts. But Jazz can't always help with those.

This? No problem.

"Hey, Valerie."

Valerie jolts, yelping and almost dropping what is clearly some kind of ghost-detecting device. "Who are- ugh, aren't you Fenton's sister? What do you want?"

"To talk to you," Jazz says in her most empathetic voice. "I noticed you're having kind of a rough time."

"Why do you care?"

"Because my brother does." Cares about not being pummeled, at least. But Jazz is sure Danny hopes the best for his schoolmate, even with the attacks.

Valerie huffs. "Great, pity from the loser kids."

"Come on, it won't hurt to talk about it?"

"Talk about what? That some ghost kid and his dog ruined my life? That we're broke, and all my friends hate me for it? yeah, talking will fix everything."

Jazz sits down on a bench, and pats the seat next to her. Valerie looks away.

But then... she sighs. And sits. "I keep thinking about that five hundred dollar shirt I ruined. Maybe if e hadn't bought that, or I hadn't worn it to school, we'd be a little better off right now."

"It's not your fault."

Valerie grits her teeth. "Yeah. It's that ghost kid's."

"Ghost kid?"

"... You believe in ghosts, right? Because of your parents?"

Jazz nods. "Plus, that thing during the school game,, Kind of hard to deny."

"Heh. Yeah. ... That dog broke into the place my dad was working for. he was showing off what he did for their security, and none of it stopped the dog or the kid. And then they showed up again at the garage sale and wrecked our moving van, and the dog stole my lunch after all my friends rejected me!"

Valerie wipes her eyes, scowling. "It's not fair!"

Jazz hands her a tissue. "It's not, not at all."

"I wanna destroy that kid," Valerie growls. "Like he destroyed me."

"... Valerie... how old is he?"

"About my age, I think."

"And he's a ghost."

"Yeah. And?"

"So... how do you think a ghost kid comes to be?"

Valerie doesn't reply. But after a moment, her eyes widen a little. "Oh... no, no, but... but he's a kid. He can't be any older than me."

"Yeah," Jazz says softly. "So something horrible must have happened to him already."

Valerie looks at the device in her hands. "... But... he still ruined my life." She sounds a bit unsure now.

"Maybe he didn't mean to. I mean... imagine one day you wake up and everything is... different. Suddenly you've got no gravity, and-and no-one can see you sometimes and you're this weird thing-"

God, how scared was Danny when it happened? She's pretty sure by now that it was The Accident that did it, she can't think of anything else that explains it. What was it like for him, waking up as something different?

"It would be tough," Jazz finishes, looking at Valerie.

Valerie still won't meet her eyes, looking at the beeping device. "Then why is he following me around?"

"... Well... does he show up first, or the dog?"

Valerie thinks for a long moment. "... The dog. It's always the dog."

"So maybe he's trying to catch it."

"... I mean, I guess that could be it. But he's been fighting me!"

"And you've been fighting him."

"But-! ... Aw, geez..." Valerie deflates. "What do I do now, then? I can't... I can't keep attacking some kid who... we've barely lived, I can't just make it so that he's barely lived twice."

Jazz stands up and offers her hand. "How about we try talking to him?"

Valerie looks at her. "For real?" She's skeptical.

Jazz nods. "For real. Maybe we can clear some things up."

Valerie turns away again. And then, with a hefty sigh...

Takes Jazz's hand.

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"Cujo?" Danny calls out. "Cujo! We need to get you back to the Ghost Zone, buddy! Come on, where is he?"

Someone clears their throat behind him, and he yelps as he shoots up in the air.

He turns around, and sees possibly the worst thing he could see right now.

His sister, and his hunter.

"Hello, Ghost Boy!" Jazz calls out.

"Um... hi." Danny waves, still looking startled.

Jazz nudges Valerie, and Valerie huffs. "Hi," she says shortly. Jazz smile at her, though.

"I'm here to mediate a talk between you two," Jazz says, walking closer (and somewhat pulling Valerie along behind her). "I figured there might be more to this story than we all three think."

"Um, you're not- I mean, I'm a ghost, you're just... casual about this?"

Jazz nods. "My parents are well-versed with ghosts, this is nothing."

A straight-up lie. Jazz hadn't even believed in ghosts until she peeled Spectra. But maybe it's to save face for Valerie? Or maybe Jazz recognizes him as the ghost from that day.

"Anyway," Jazz says, "Valerie here has something to say."

Valerie, arms cross and back hunched angrily, glares at Danny. "Who are you, and why are you out to get me?"

Danny floats back down to the ground, standing on it now. "I'm, um... Phantom-"

Valerie gives him a disbelieving look.

"Uh, Ghost Names are uh, different! It's this whole thing. And, I'm not out to get you, I swear. It's all been terrible coincidences."

Valerie scoffs.

"Val, we're here to listen," Jazz reminds gently. "Let him explain his side of things, and then you can explain yours, and we'll come to a solution. Trust me, I read a book about this."

Danny doesn't doubt it. "I don't own that dog, I found him wandering around outside. I thought he was cute at first, and then he turned into the big dog that keeps haunting you."

"And why's he doing that?" she snips.

"I don't know yet." Danny rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. "I'm trying to send him back to the Ghost Zone, but he keeps coming back out! I'm starting to think it's some cliche 'unfinished business' thing. But until I can figure it out I don't know how to get rid of him. All I can do is try to minimize the damage."

"Doing a great job." Valerie rolls her eyes. "Ruining my father's business, ruining our garage sale, ruining my lunch!"

"I swear, I was trying to help! He's really, really hard to get under control! He's like five times my size!"

"And you can't grow bigger and handle it that way?" Valerie retorts.

"No! I'm only a few months into this, I-"

He cuts himself off at the look on Valerie's face. "What?"

"A few months? ... So... so I could've known you?" Horrified, is the best word for her expression.

Danny shrinks, holding his bicep and hunching a little. "Um, nevermind. I just mean I'm not super powerful."

"No, no, we're going back. Did I know you? Is this a revenge thing?"

"What? No! I already told you, I'm trying to help prevent things from getting worse! And... no. I'm a loser kid, and you're popular."

"... Was," Valerie says quietly. "... All my friends ditched me when I lost my money."

"That's awful."

Valerie nods. "I don't know why I thought they liked me for more than money, looking back. But it still hurts. Being a lonely loser is the worst."

"Tell me about it," Danny mutters. "I mean, I have friends, but sometimes some stuff just makes you feel alone no matter what."

He thinks he sees Jazz tear up at that, but he's not sure. He's distracted by Valerie letting out a sob.

"I don't have anything left," she says, voice quavering. "I don't have the popularity, I don't have money, I don't have the grades..."

"... So you turned to revenge?" Jazz's voice is soft.

Valerie sobs again, and Jazz gives her some comforting slow pats on the back. She looks at Danny, nodding at Valerie.

Danny gets the hint. "You... you could, um, make something, more?"

Valerie gives a somewhat bitter teary chuckle. "What is that supposed to mean, huh? I'm already hunting ghosts. It's... something."

"... You could try to make new friends."

"Oh sure, that's easy. I'm a social pariah."

"So am I. But even just one or two friends helps a lot."

"You got a lot of ghost buddies?"

"... Humans, actually. An if I can make friends with some high school kids as a loser and a ghost, you can make friends too. You just might have to lower your social radar a bit."

Valerie rubs her arm. "... You're really not out to get me, are you?"

"No, I'm not. I want to protect people, not hurt them."

"... I'm sorry I shot those missiles at you."

"I'm sorry I couldn't keep the dog contained."

"... I'm sorry you're a ghost so young."

Danny snuffles a little. "... Thanks." Sometimes he is, too.

Valerie looks at her hand, and then holds it out to him. "Truce? I won't mess with you. I can't promise the same about that dog if it keeps showing up, but I won't mess with you."

Danny sighs. "So you're keeping the weapons."

"Oh, you know I am. Even if I'm not hunting you, now that I know about ghosts I want to be prepared."

"I guess I understand that." Danny shakes her hand. "Truce."

Jazz grins. "See? Just needed a real, meaningful talk!"

Valerie laughs a little, wiping her eyes again. "Yeah, I guess. But... now what? Who do I blame for this?"

"Probably the boss who decided that Ghosts Suddenly Existing was your father's fault," Danny says.

Valerie's eyes harden. "Yeah. Yeah, I can go with that."

"But," Danny and Jazz say at once. They look at each other, and Jazz let's Danny speak.

"But," Danny says again, "Maybe focus on making some more friends, first. One thing about us losers, is we don't ditch someone just for money reasons."

"... I'll give it a shot." Valerie smiles a little at Danny. "With better aim than the ones I took at you."

Danny chuckles a bit.

They both wave goodbye, Jazz and Valerie leaving Danny to continue his search.

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"Hi."

Danny, Sam, and Tucker all look up. Valerie is standing nervously with her brown paper bag of lunch. Tucker brightens up, and Sam gives a little, slightly suspicious, wave.

Danny scoots over. "Wanna sit with us?"

Valerie looks over at the A-Lister table. They're all staring, smirking, whispering.

Mocking.

She looks back at the 'losers'.

They're looking at her with... openness.

"Yeah. Sure."

She sits down, and gets out her lunch. For a minute, she just listens to them talk while she unpacks the sandwich.

"Hey, is that peanut butter and honey?" Sam asks. Valerie nods.

Sam holds up a thick roast beef sandwich. "My parents are trying to get me to eat meat again, but I'm staying vegetarian. Want to trade?"

Valerie blinks. "Uh... sure?"

They swap sandwiches. Valerie looks at the sandwich, mentally trying to figure out the carbs and calories and fat content-

She looks around the table. No-one else is analyzing their food. Or, judging hers.

She takes a bite. It's pretty good.

This... is pretty good.

She smiles, and laughs a little at a joke Danny makes.

Yeah. This is pretty good.

#danny phantom #Valerie Gray #Danny Fenton #Jazz Fenton #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

[dessarious]

What Comes After Pt1

And once again, no idea where I’m going with this but here’s another god knows how long it will be fic. Yes I’m still working on all my other’s they’re just not cooperating at the moment lol. 

TW - Suicide and suicidal thoughts

Next

Ladybug stood on what was left of the Eiffel Tower, eyes moving from building to building cataloging the damage. Total loss, likely no survivors. Structural collapse imminent. Roof caved in but structurally sound otherwise. Her brain took it in with no real understanding of the carnage. Her heartbeat sounded far too loud in her head. When she heard boots land behind her she didn’t move.

“The fight is over, why haven’t you cast your cure?” The gruff sound of Batman’s voice brought despair but she pushed it back as she turned to look at him and his team. Even though she couldn’t see their eyes she could tell none of them would meet her gaze except their leader.

“You knew.” Her tone was flat and the others flinched. She felt rage boiling under her skin but she was too drained to let it out. They knew Chat was working with Hawkmoth and hadn’t told her.

“We had our suspicions, but no concrete proof. We couldn’t risk you tipping him off if we were right.” If she had any energy left to spare she would have strangled the man with his own cape.

“You agreed to inform me of everything you found. You have no understanding of the magic in use here and that information could have prevented this.” She never should have agreed to let them into Paris. Never should have trusted that they would hold up their end of the bargain.

“Your cure will fix it. You took down Hawkmoth, that's the important thing.” She really wished she didn’t have to start looking for survivors so she could shove that condescending attitude down his throat, but Paris still needed her.

“I already cast it, that’s why the city is no longer on fire. You meddled in things you do not understand and now Paris is paying the price.” The casualty count was going to be horrendous. Her eyes trailed along the buildings again, unconsciously coming to a stop on the bakery. Total loss, likely no survivors. Her parents never left the building during Akuma attacks. She couldn’t focus on that now. “I have to go help the rescue crews.”

“You’ve always been able to fix it before, why not now?” He sounded angry, as if she was withholding her full power out of spite. As if she would make Paris pay for his stupidity.

“The Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous are not meant to work counter to each other. This is what happens when it does. Had you told me of your suspicions I could have benched Chat and taken his Miraculous.” Her tone still just sounded dead but she couldn’t do anything about it.

“If that had happened Hawkmoth would have been alerted and who knows what he would have done.” She was starting to crack, she could feel it. She needed to get away from them.

“Whatever it was, I would have been able to fix it. This is exactly why I made you swear to give me all the information you found. Paris lies in ruins and you had the power to stop it.” It was an exaggeration. The city was devastated yes, but it looked like maybe only one in twenty buildings had suffered significant damage. It could be rebuilt, but the people of Paris would take far longer to recover.

“This is not our fault.” She wanted to scream, or cry, or rage at the injustice of it all, but she couldn’t. She was Ladybug and her city needed to see her calm. They needed her to take care of them now more than ever.

“No. It’s mine for believing that I could trust you. It is not a mistake I’ll be making again.” She jumped off the beam without waiting for a reply, heading to where she was most needed to save lives. Away from her home, even though that’s where she most wanted to be. Later she would process the fact that her parents were gone. Now, she just went from building to building gauging the likelihood of survivors. She felt dead inside and couldn’t honestly bring herself to care.

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128,356

The number was burned into her mind. The final death count from the last confrontation with Hawkmoth and Chat Noir. It seemed far too high until she realized that Chat had been targeting Akuma shelters. He’d wanted a higher death toll, hoping it would get her to agree to make a wish. She’d never had an actual number before. When everyone was brought back, no one seemed to care how many had died. Now it was just a constant reminder of her failure. Her arrogance. She should have seen what was going on.

The rebuilding effort was slow. It would have been nice if the Justice League had followed through on their promise to help in the aftermath, but there was some sort of emergency and they couldn’t spare the resources anymore. Ladybug did what she could to help. She hosted fund raisers and went to functions to try and keep spirits up. She went to every public wake or funeral she could to apologize to the families. Far fewer people blamed her than she felt should.

She held press conferences with the Mayor weekly to update everyone on the state of the city, and announce new projects or programs. Until one day she just couldn’t do it anymore. She used the forum to announce her retirement. The city was healing and they had most of the money they needed. They would be fine without her and she couldn’t be here anymore. She couldn’t take the guilt and the pain that just walking around Paris brought. Two months after the last battle, Ladybug was simply gone.

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“Miss Dupain-Cheng!” Marinette groaned as she recognized the voice yelling her name. She knew it was a bad idea to come here but the university had one of the best business programs and a decent fashion curriculum as well. Audrey had suggested it because she thought Marinette would benefit far more from a business degree than having teachers criticizing her designs when she was already running a profitable commission business. She kept walking, hoping that the person who yelled at her would give up. She should have known her luck wasn’t that good.

Nightwing dropped in front of her and she debated just walking around him but she had a feeling that wouldn’t stop him. Last she checked, Signal was the only one normally out during the day which meant he’d likely come out here just to talk to her. It also meant they were monitoring her movements, and likely anyone connected to the Miraculous. Granted that was just her and Chloe who were not in jail, at least that they knew about. Nightwing’s grin faltered as she glared at him but he quickly returned to his cheery persona.

“Hello I’m-”

“I know who you are. What do you want?” He frowned at her.

“I see Ladybug poisoned the well. That’s rather unprofessional.” She felt her eye twitch and had to stop herself from punching him.

“Of course you would blame her. Obviously no Parisian would put together the timeline and realize the Justice League left them to fend for themselves in their time of need. Now, you stalking me on the other hand, that’s unprofessional.” He sputtered something that seemed to be a denial but there weren’t any words that she could make out. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to be going. My ride is waiting.”

“Do you know how to contact Ladybug? Or where she is?” Marinette blinked at him. What the hell? They had absolutely no reason to be looking for her.

“I wouldn’t tell you if I did. As far as I know, no one has seen or heard from her since that last press conference. Honestly I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that she was one of the almost two thousand suicides that happened in the months after that last fight.” A lot of people had lost everything in that fight, her included, and she’d definitely thought about it. If there was anyone else to take over as Guardian, she probably would have. Audrey and Chloe had convinced Andre to take her in once they found out about her parents and they were honestly the only thing that kept her from completely falling apart.

“She wouldn’t have done that.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anything but she still rolled her eyes at him.

“I apologize. I didn’t realize I was talking to an expert on Ladybug’s mental state. Since you know her so well, you should have no problems finding her on your own. Are we done?” he didn’t seem to be able to come up with a response so she walked around him.

“We’re not the bad guys here.”

“Yes, and Batman threatening our Mayor’s career and livelihood to force him to contact Ladybug was a really stand up thing to do. Especially since he never had a way to do it in the first place.” Nightwing froze for just a second, but it was enough.

“Your Mayor has a tendency to exaggerate.” He was trying to put on an air of indifference but his posture was ridged

“I was in the room at the time, but feel free to keep digging yourself a deeper hole.”

“There wasn’t anyone else in the room.” It was an automatic response and he seemed far more surprised at it than she did. Marinette grinned at him.

“There’s a reason for the phrase ‘quiet as a mouse’. Just because you, Batman, and Spoiler didn’t see me, doesn’t mean I wasn’t there, recording the conversation.” His mouth actually dropped open as she named the people who’d been there, and snapped shut when she mentioned the recording. She’d been all for using it to go after them in a public forum, but Andre had suggested keeping it until they needed it.

“I’m sure if it sounded like that it was just translation issues. Things get muddled all the time.” She raised an eyebrow at him wondering if he could hear how weak his argument sounded.

“That might be a good excuse if not for the fact that Batman is on record as being fluent in french. It was the main reason the Justice League sent you lot to Paris in the first place.” Watching Nightwing fumble for words should have been amusing but she just felt drained. “Look, just drop all this surveillance and stalking garbage and no one will ever know that recording exists. Leave me and Chloe alone because neither one of us will lead you where you want to go. If Ladybug is alive she obviously doesn’t want to be found and until she does nothing you do will make a difference.” She tried to walk away again but his soft voice stopped her.

“Do you really think she’s dead?” She wanted to say yes, just to get them off her back but she couldn’t.

“No. She wouldn’t just abandon all her responsibilities like that. No matter how much she wanted to.” And, oh, how she’d wanted to. All the Miraculous went back into the box after the last battle except hers. Even then she’d renounced Tikki anytime she didn’t need to transform. She couldn’t handle the guilt of her failure and the ultimate disappointment from the Kwami.

“She abandoned Paris.” Marinette’s rage began bubbling up but she forced it down. The Bats knew nothing about Paris.

“Believe what you want. Just leave us the fuck alone.”

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“It really does have the best business program.” Chloe’s words caused Marinette to groan and drop her head to the table with a satisfying thud. She knew that before they started talking about it, she was just hoping Chloe would have a different opinion. “I’ll go with you, it won’t be that bad.”

“How is you beating the shit out of any Bat you come across not that bad?” Chloe gave an amused snort but Mari was serious. She hadn’t told anyone she’d been Ladybug, or that she was still the Guardian, but Chloe was still overly protective of her. Not to mention what the Bats tried to pull with her father. When she’d mentioned that the Bats were obviously monitoring them she’d had to stop Chloe from going back to Gotham.

“You told them to stay away from us. If they don’t, they deserve what they get.” Marinette shot her a flat look. They both knew they weren’t just going to stop tracking them because Marinette said so. They were literally the Bats only lead to get to Ladybug.

“Chloe, you know damn well they’re going to be bothering us constantly. Not to mention do we really want to move to a city where people die in rogue attacks on a daily basis?” As a Guardian, Gotham called out to her to help restore the balance, but as the only Guardian she wasn’t certain it was a risk she should take. If something happened to her… If they were going to do this she was going to have to come up with a plan incase of death far quicker than she’d wanted.

“We’ll get a house outside of town and the university itself isn’t targeted very often for some reason. Probably because the size of the campus makes pulling together a decent amount of hostages difficult.” Marinette could only blink at her. Chloe must have started looking into this weeks ago, before Marinette even went to the school.

“You really just want to confront them don’t you?” She just continued tapping on her phone but Marinette saw a small smile form. “Honestly Chloe, do you really think it’s a good idea to piss them off on their territory? What I did was bad enough.” She should have been prepared for it but it hadn’t occurred to her that she would run across any of them in a three hour trip. She’d let her emotions get the better of her.

“What you said was not nearly enough. Especially if they still think Ladybug did anything wrong. The mighty Batman needs to be taken down a peg or two until he can finally admit he’s not infallible.” Well she wasn’t wrong, but Marinette still didn’t think them going on the offensive was a good idea. Maybe they would be content to continue monitoring them from a distance.

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That hope barely made it through her first class. As she was trying to leave the building she was blocked by a man and when she looked up he was shooting her the same smile he had as Nightwing. Why could nothing in her life go right?

“Hi! I’m Richard-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Don’t think for a minute that you being in civies gives you a pass to follow me.” He just gaped at and she rolled her eyes. “Move.” He didn’t so she tried to go around him but he wouldn’t let her.

“Miss, I think there’s been a mistake I’m-”

“You’re Nightwing and you need to move and leave me alone unless you want Batman to be embarrassed on every news station I can find contact information for.” She managed to push past him while he panicked but before she could get clear he reached out to grab her arm.

“Hang on, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just volunteering for the university to help new students get settled. Not everyone in Gotham is a vigilante.” Was he really trying to convince her that she was crazy? Coming here was such a terrible idea.

“That fake smile of yours is a dead give away.” He actually pouted at her.

“My smile is not fake. I-” A fist came out of nowhere and the man was on the ground with Chloe glaring murder at him.

“Keep your hands off my sister you creep.” She didn’t yell but the words were loud enough to gain the attention of students milling about. Murmurs started and the man looked even more panicked.

“Now hang on, this is just a big misunderstanding.” He was scanning the area but Marinette wasn’t sure if he was looking for an escape or a way to salvage the situation.

“Oh, so I didn’t just see you block my sister from exiting a building and then, when that didn’t work, you put your hands on her without her consent. What exactly am I misunderstanding?” The murmurs grew louder and his expression turned harder.

“Look I was just trying to help-”

“We don’t need your help. Let’s go.” Chloe wrapped an arm around her shoulders and tugged her away before she could say anything, not that she was sure she wanted to. She did take pleasure in the fact that there was already a bruise forming on the man's jaw where Chloe had hit him.

“Good form on the punch, though I’m going to assume you didn’t give it your all since his jaw isn’t broken.” Chloe had been taking a number of martial arts and kickboxing lessons since the first time she became Queen Bee. She sometimes forgot exactly how dangerous Chloe could be.

“I figured you would object to me sending someone to the hospital on our first day. I also didn’t hear any of the conversation so I didn’t want to be accused of overreacting.” Given that Marinette had purposely kept her voice low she wasn’t surprised. She turned to look back at the crowd and found some whispering, a few were snickering at the man on the ground but one was outright laughing and Nightwing flipped him off. So probably another bat then. Her gaze went to the rooftops next and she caught sight of Spoiler. When the vigilante looked her way she offered a wave. The girl started and immediately backed out of sight but not before Chloe saw her as well. “Seriously? They couldn’t just leave us be for one day?”

“Well, you’ll at least be happy to know that you punched Nightwing in the face.” Marinette winced as soon as the words came out. Was she planning on telling Chloe? Absolutely, but she really should have waited until they got home. She had to physically stop the girl from turning back. “Now it would definitely seem like an overreaction. Don’t worry, I highly doubt this is the last we’ll see of them. You’ll have more than enough of an opportunity to beat the shit out of someone I’m sure.”

“I’d fucking better.” The words came out in a growl more than anything else. She was going to be in a foul mood the rest of the day.

“Maybe we should just skip the rest of our classes for the day and go home. You’re not in the right frame of mind to learn anything and I just want to not be stared at for a while.” She’d felt eyes on her since they got to the campus and it was making her skin crawl. Even when she knew where it was coming from it didn’t help the paranoia. Chloe turned from murderous to concerned in an instant.

“We’ll look into switching as many of our classes to online as possible. That will cut down on the time we have to be somewhere they can watch us.” It seemed like running away but at this point Mari was fine with that. She wasn’t here to socialize or make connections. She had more than she needed already. She was here to get her degree and get out. The sooner the better at this point. “Maybe we should just drop out and try somewhere else.” She had no idea what Chloe saw on her face but it couldn’t have been pleasant.

“No, it’s fine. We’ll go as much online as we can and everything will be fine. And we can always head back to New York for a couple weeks if we need to. I’m not going to let a furry and his menagerie keep me from getting the best education I can.”  Chloe let out a bark of laughter.

“There’s the snark I know and love. Come on, let's get home and call Mom. She’ll know what we need to do.”

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Marinette couldn’t quite get a handle on what she was seeing. She’d been in their garden, sketching and minding her own business, when voices dragged her back to reality. Upon looking up she found Gotham’s Sirens gathered in front of her, studying her. Because that wasn’t creepy. And they just continued to stare at her, so now it was awkward. She was about to say something when a thought hit her. Marinette turned to glare at Catwoman. She looked taken aback but the other two were sniggering to themselves.

“You’re dating Batman.” The woman looked confused but nodded. Before she could actually say anything Marinette broke into a string of curses that had all of them looking at her like she was possessed. “You can tell that egotistical, stalking piece of trash to go to hell. I’m so tired of this bullshit! I should be able to have privacy in my own fucking home and he sends you here. Sending his team to surveil us as civilians didn’t work and he thinks this will? Chloe! We’re going to dismember a flying rodent!”

“About damn time!” Chloe rushed out of the house only to jerk to a stop when she spotted the Sirens. “What the actual fuck?”

“Okay, wait, I think there’s been some type of misunderstanding. I have no idea who you are and Batman definitely didn’t send me here.” Chloe cocked her head studying the woman.

“She’s not lying.” After growing up around politicians and business owners who were always looking to benefit themselves, Chloe had developed an impressive ability to tell when people were being truthful. “But why exactly are you here then?”

“That would be because of me.” Marinette just frowned at Poison Ivy as she stepped forward. “The plants in the area have suddenly started thriving far beyond what they normally do in or around Gotham, other than the plants I tend to myself. I wanted to find the source and they led me to you.”

“Me?” She couldn’t help the disbelief in her tone.

“Yeah that makes sense.” Her head whipped around to Chloe only to find that she was completely serious.

“How does that make sense?” Chloe just rolled her eyes.

“You’re a nurturer Mari. You take care of everyone and everything around you. It was literally your entire personality before…” She grimaced and looked away. “Before shit happened. It makes sense that they’d be drawn to that energy.” Poison Ivy gave a thoughtful hum.

“I can sort of feel what she’s talking about. The plants are very fond of you and more than a little upset that you’re in pain.” Mari felt her eye twitch and focused on a point beyond all of them.

“Not exactly thrilled about that myself.” Her mumbled response brought concerned looks from all the women and Mari started feeling like the air was too thin.

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Chloe could only sigh as Mari ran into the house. She wasn’t ready to open up or be comforted yet and nothing anyone said or did was going to change that fact. Everyone else just chalked up her attitude to survivor’s guilt but Chloe was certain there was more to it. As much as she wanted to know what it was, she wouldn’t push. It wouldn’t do any good anyway. Catwoman let out an awkward cough.

“So what’s your beef with the World’s Greatest Detective?” Chloe sneered at the words, she couldn’t help it.

“Greatest Detective my ass. If he could do his job he wouldn’t be stalking us.” None of the women seemed to know if they should be amused or concerned. “He’s trying to find Ladybug and hit a dead end that he thinks we’re the answer to. It’s pathetic really.”

“Ladybug? You mean that Parisian hero that blames him for what happened?” Chloe felt her spine stiffen and she wanted nothing more than to either follow Mari or go find a Bat to rip apart. How dare he make this about him.

“If that’s what he said he’s a liar or delusional. The only person Ladybug blames for what happened is herself. She doesn’t even blame that stupid fucking cat for what he did. She should have figured it out sooner, she should have prevented it, she should have been a better hero.” The hero was with her father constantly to help with everything and Chloe had heard every self condemnation that she threw at herself. No matter what anyone else said, she ‘knew’ the blame lay with her and there was no getting through to her. “If he’s looking for an apology he can go straight to hell. There’s no way I’d even attempt to find a way to contact her just so he can pile on to the shitstorm she already suffered. Assuming she can even be found.”

“You think she gave up being a hero?” Chloe winced at Catwoman’s question. She really hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud.

“Given that she hasn’t been seen in over a year I'd say that's obvious.” The women shared a look she couldn’t decipher before Harley Quinn stepped closer to her.

“What did you mean then?” The question was soft, almost as if she was worried if she was too loud it would stop Chloe from answering, or make her run away.

“In public, Ladybug forced herself to be perfect. She never faltered, never broke down. After that last press conference, she had a meeting with my father and I ran into her as she was leaving.” That entire encounter was burned into her brain. The guilt she carried for not saying more was useless and she knew it but it didn’t stop it from gnawing at her. “The look in her eyes… it was the same look my friend Sabrina had the day before she killed herself… the same look Mari has everytime she thinks about Paris.” That was why she stuck to Mari like glue whenever possible. She didn’t blame Sabrina. That final battle had been bad enough but she’d watched Chat Noir literally rip her father apart on live TV. Finding out it was actually Adrien had broken what little control she had left. Chloe hadn’t understood what that dead look in her eyes truly meant until after the fact.

Harley pulling her into a hug interrupted her thoughts. She hesitated before returning it. Her mother had gotten better but she still wasn’t physically affectionate and she tried very hard not to lean on Mari emotionally given everything that had happened. This was really nice. When she looked at the other two, Ivy was staring worriedly and the house and Catwoman was glaring in the direction of Gotham proper. The seemed to both shake off their thoughts at the same time and began whispering while Harley continued to hug her and rub her back in a soothing manner. She felt like that should worry her but she couldn’t muster the energy for it.

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#maribat #batman salt #tw suicide #tw suicidal thoughts #gore #but not much #marinette dupain cheng #chloe burgeois #Selina Kyle #Harley Quinn #Poision Ivy #nightwing pulled the short straw #Marinette has no more fucks to give #overprotective chloe

[hawks-supremacy]

False Soulmates

summary: you fantasized about meeting your soulmate all the time when you were a kid, but when you finally meet him you begin to think having a soulmate isn't all that it's cut out to be

pairing: oikawa x reader

warnings: swearing, angst

genre: angst to fluff

word count: 3.7k

a/n: It's my birthday! I turned 21 which means I can now legally do basically anything. It also mans this is the last fic for the seven days up until my birthday.

Everyone in the world is born with a soulmate, their other half. When you speak your first words the first words your soulmate says to you appear on you. Some people can go their whole lives without meeting theirs. They don’t search or they’re on the other side of the world. For some people this is okay and they simply marry someone else. You don’t need your soulmate to live a happy life. However, life is better with your soulmate. It’s the person who was made to understand and accept everything about you. Life wasn’t picture perfect, soulmates still fought. It was just better.

Ever since your parents explained to you what the words on your ribs meant you couldn’t wait to meet your soulmate. You fantasized about it everyday, what they would look like or act like. You were constantly daydreaming about the day you’d meet the person who said those words that were permanently etched into your skin. Of course you hoped you’d have easier words than “hey cutie” but at least you knew he thought you were cute. Now you were just hoping you didn’t say something stupid in return.

It was your first year at Aoba Johsai when you unfortunately met your soulmate. Where you learned he greeted nearly everyone with “hey cutie” and before you could respond he was whisked away by his best friend. It was your first year when you learned your soulmate was Oikawa Toru and it was your first year when you learned some people will do anything to be with whoever they want.

You overheard girls constantly going up to Oikawa claiming to be his soulmate and you constantly heard him tell them that they weren’t. You hated having the locker across from his. He got notes from girls who said that he was their soulmate but they were too shy to tell him in person. He got people trying to guess what his soulmate's first words were. You hated having a locker across from him because you overheard him tell Iwaizumi that he was tired of people pretending they were his soulmate.

It was your second year when you finally worked up the courage to talk to Oikawa and it was your second year when you learned you hated your soulmate. You walked up to the locker ready to explain that you were his soulmate and you were too scared to tell him when he yelled at you. Before you could get a word out he was telling you to go away.

It was after school and you stayed late in the library to tutor someone in your class. You went to your locker and saw Oikawa at this locker with his friends. You figured now would be the best time since it was just the five of you and the school was empty. You took a deep breath and took the three steps across the hallway to Oikawa’s locker. You were about to speak when he beat you to it. “Could you stop? God I am so tired of all of you pretending to be my soulmate when you’re not. Do you know how hard that makes it for me? You’re all so annoying just leave me alone.” You stood there as he yelled at you for trying to talk to him. You stood there as you felt your heart breaking when you barely even knew Oikawa. When he was done speaking you just turned and walked away as you felt tears streaming down your face.

It was the next day at school when Oikawa apologized to you for yelling at you. You just nodded and walked away, still too embarrassed to talk to him. It was a few weeks later when he started dating the volleyball team manager. That was when you had to listen to your soulmate talk about how he finally found his “soulmate”. You listened as he talked about his “soulmate” to his friends and about how amazing she was. You watched as she went up to Oikawa and pretended to be someone she wasn’t. You thought your soulmate yelling at you was the worst thing that could happen to you, but you were wrong.

It was a month after Oikawa had started dating her when you rounded the corner to the exit of the school and heard his girlfriend talking to her friends. You felt bad as you eavesdropped but the guilt you felt was quickly overtaken with anger. “We know he’s not your soulmate, so how’d you get him to believe you were?” One of her friends asked. “Well at practice one day I saw his soulmate mark. So I just went up to him and said it. Easy as that, he didn’t really question it since we’ve never spoken prior to that.”

“So you lied to him? How considerate of you. How long do you think you can keep that up?” You asked, turning the corner. “However long I want. It’s not like you’re going to tell him.” She scoffed and walked away leaving you in the hallway. You thought about as you walked home, you may not be on the best terms with Oikawa due to the fact he unknowingly ripped out your heart and stomped on it; but you also couldn’t let this girl pretend to be his soulmate. So you decided you would tell him.

The next day at school you went to tell Oikawa about what you heard yesterday, however, when you went to go talk to him he walked away from you. You thought he just didn’t see you so you figured you’d try again later, but he walked away from you again and again, and again. Every time you tried to talk to him he avoided you. You eventually found Iwaizumi and decided to tell him in hopes he would pass the message onto Oikawa.

“Iwaizumi, can I talk to you for a second?” He turned around as you approached him with the question. “Oikawa’s girlfriend isn’t his soulmate.” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, mumbling whatever and turned around. You ran in front of him preventing him from moving , “I’m being serious. I don’t know how or when but at some point she saw his soulmate words and used them to make it seem like she was his soulmate. I heard her tell her friends yesterday.”

“Look Y/n,” he started off with a sigh, “She told us you were going to try to split them up. We didn’t really believe her at first, but you just proved her point. I don’t know what motive you have for doing this but you should really stop. First you tried to pretend like you were his soulmate and now you’re claiming his actual soulmate is lying about it? Just leave him alone.” He finished walking around you.

You turned around as frustrated tears started welling up in your eyes, “I am his soulmate asshole! You both are jerks, I don’t want him as my soulmate anyway. Wish him luck for me.” He turned around looking shocked at how genuine you sounded and how hurt you looked. He started saying your name before you cut him off, “Forget it Iwaizumi, he clearly doesn’t want me as his either.” You walked away leaving Iwaizumi with more doubts than what he started with.

Iwaizumi and Oikawa were hanging out at Iwaizumi’s house studying when Iwaizumi brought you up, “Y/n stopped me at school today.” He said testing the waters. “Oh yeah? What’d they say?” Oikawa responded, bored with the conversation already. “They said that they overheard Himari say she wasn’t your soulmate. That she saw your soulmate words and that’s how she knew what to say.” Iwaizumi stopped studying and looked up at Oikawa who paused what he was writing before rolling his eyes and continuing his homework.

“That doesn’t make any sense, besides Himi said they would try and break us up. What would she gain out of pretending to be my soulmate anyway?” Oikawa mumbled. Iwaizumi thought for a second before remembering the hurt look on your face and the sound of your voice. “Y/n also said that they were your soulmate, and before you say anything you didn’t hear their voice or the look on their face. They were really hurt.

Oikawa sighed, setting his pencil down and looking at Iwaizumi annoyed, “I don’t know why we’re still talking about this. Himi said this was going to happen and it did. This also isn’t the first time Y/n tried to claim to be my soulmate. Now drop it, please.” Iwaizumi shut up for the remainder of the time.

It was your third year and Oikawa was still dating Himari, Iwaizumi never brought you up again but ever since you talked to him something about her never sat right with him. Iwaizumi had a few conversations with you since then but never brought it up to you either. You were sitting behind the school eating lunch when Iwaizumi sat down next to you, “Show me your soulmate mark.” You whipped your head towards him in confusion mumbling “what?” with a mouthful of food. “Show me your soulmate mark.” He repeated and you slowly finished the bite you were chewing, still confused. “What? Why?”

“Ever since you talked to me last year about Oikawa and Himari something never sat right with me. So show me your soulmate’s first words said to you and I’ll try and help you.” He sighed while rubbing his face. The past year had been tiring for him, he brought you up one other time to Oikawa and Himari both, but as soon as Himari started crying Oikawa snapped. “Uhm no thanks, I can tell you what it says but I’m not lifting up my shirt to show you it.” You weren’t about to lift up your shirt just to maybe prove a point. Nothing is solidified unless you actually say something to Oikawa and you doubt that’s happening anytime soon.

Iwaizumi nodded, agreeing to your terms. “It says “hey cutie” but Oikawa says that to everyone. We won’t know if it is Oikawa unless I say something to him first anyway. For all we know someone else might say that to me. I don’t even know if I want your help anyway. They seem happy just let them be, they clearly deserve each other. Maybe the universe made a mistake.” You said and returned to eating your food.

Iwaizumi leaned back against the building thinking. He’s never seen Himari’s soulmate mark but he’s seen Oikawa’s. It was in the same place as yours so he’s not sure when Himari would’ve seen it. All he knows is Himari started being the volleyball team manager as one of Oikawa’s fangirls and never spoke to Oikawa, then she just randomly walked up and talked to him. It didn’t sit right with Iwaizumi and no matter how many times Oikawa said he was happy he finally found his soulmate he never actually seemed happy.

He was about to say something when someone beat him to it. “Seriously? Are you still trying to convince Iwa that you’re my soulmate Y/n? This is starting to get pathetic and you Iwa? Are you actually entertaining this? Come on Iwa-chan, let's go.” Oikawa said, hands crossed scowling at the both of you. “How do you know they’re lying? Have you seen Himari’s soulmate mark?” Iwaizumi asked, not moving from his spot next to you on the ground. Oikawa thought for a second furrowing his eyebrows and unfurrowing them, “No but what does that have to do with anything? Are you accusing my girlfriend of lying to me? I believe Himi, she said the words that have been on me for years. It's not like it’s a coincidence.”

“How do you know Y/n’s lying? You’ve never let them say a word to you. You’ve only ever yelled at them.” Iwaizumi got up from his place on the ground defending you. You aren’t the closest or anything but after the few conversations he’s had with you, he would still consider you a friend. He liked you a whole hell of a lot more than he liked Himari that’s for sure. You got up from your place on the ground and tugged on Iwaizumi’s sleeve. “Just let it go, I don’t care anymore.” You said as he turned his head to look at you.

“No you wanna prove you’re my soulmate so bad, go ahead prove it. Say your first words to me and we can move along and I can go find Himari and continue my life. You can finally leave me alone.” Oikawa said, walking closer to you and Iwaizumi. You shook your head fed up with it already. Even if he found out you weren’t sure you wanted him to be your soulmate anyway with all that he’s put you through. Every time Oikawa opened his mouth you seemed to get more angry with him. He was still talking when you cut him off, “Fine, I’m your soulmate you asshole! Are you happy now?!”

You didn’t give anyone a chance to say anything as you stormed off. After three years of knowing Oikawa was your soulmate he finally wanted to hear you out. You couldn’t believe the nerve of him or Himari. You still don’t know why she faked being his soulmate, his fangirls are just desperate you guessed. As you walked into classes now significantly more pissed off than you were before lunch, Oikawa and Iwaizumi were talking behind the school.

“Did you tell them?” Oikawa asked, narrowing his eyes. “You’re ridiculous of course I didn’t tell them, you really think I’d do that? Besides, they sounded a lot more believable saying that then Himari did last year.” Oikawa sat on the ground leaning against the school with his head in his hands. “I’m still having a hard time believing it, I mean why would Himari do that? Oh god I was a jerk to my soulmate for two years. And they didn’t say anything. I didn’t let them say anything. I don’t think I can make this up to them. I really fucked up.”

“Yeah you did. You’re gonna spend the rest of your life digging your way out of this one. That is if Y/n gives you the chance. Even if they do, I doubt they’ll let you forget about it. First things first though, you need to break up with Himari.” Oikawa nodded as Iwaizumi patted him on the back, helping him up from the ground. They got back to class and the first thing Oikawa did once school ended was find Himari and break up with her.

A few minutes after breaking up with her he went to his locker and found Himari yelling at you. “What are you doing Himari? It’s over, they had nothing to do with it. This was all your own fault, did you honestly expect us to stay together forever? Even if they hadn’t finally gotten it through my thick skull I would’ve found out eventually.” He said standing in between you and Himari. She huffed and walked away yelling various profanities at the two of you. Oikawa turned to you to apologize but you were facing your locker, ignoring him.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I know it doesn’t help at all but I am. I was too caught up in the fact that I might’ve finally found my soulmate that I didn’t want to be told I was wrong. It still doesn’t make up for the fact that I was a jerk to you. I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. Please let me try.” Oikawa leaned against the locker next to yours as he practically begged.

You closed your locker looking at Oikawa with a blank look. “No.” Oikawa looked confused as he mimicked the word in a questioning tone. “Yeah, no. Look Oikawa, you’re my soulmate but it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it. You’re right, you treated me like shit for the past year and a half. I’m not about to just forgive and forget, because while you were off playing soulmates with Himari your actual soulmate was hurt and heartbroken because you couldn’t give them the time of day. So no Oikawa I won’t let you.” You walked off for the second time today, leaving Oikawa standing in the middle of the hallway.

“You kinda deserved that one sorry dude.” Matsukawa said, clapping Oikawa on the back. “I know I just don’t know how I’m going to make it up to them. I really hurt Y/n and I don’t know how to fix it. I’m scared I’m not going to have a soulmate for very long.” Oikawa tried following you out of the school but Iwaizumi stopped him telling him to let it go for today. Oikawa listened and begrudgingly went to practice. For the first time in his life he didn’t want to go to Volleyball practice. Instead he wished he was with you desperately trying to make everything up to you Trying to patch things up.

For the next few months Oikawa spent his time constantly trying to make things up to you. He told you he was sorry at least once a week and bought your favorite snacks as gifts to you. It started off with him leaving some chocolates you didn’t much care for in your locker. When you told him you didn’t really like them his response was, “Well why don’t you tell me what you like so I can get you the proper gifts.” You just shook your head and walked away after telling him thanks. You may have been mad at him but you weren’t rude.

The second time he tried doing something to apologize he did it publicly. Iwaizumi tried to talk him out of it knowing you weren’t going to like having all of the attention but Oikawa refused to listen. So he made this big grand gesture in the middle of the cafeteria at school. You didn’t say anything as your face grew red and you walked out of the cafeteria, leaving Oikawa walking back to his friends while Iwaizumi told him, “I told you so.”

He didn’t really try to do anything big after that, just small things to let you know he was there. Eventually he started walking you to and from school after learning you didn’t live that far from each other. Slowly you started to forgive him, but you weren’t about to jump right into dating. So you stayed friends. You let him walk you to school and sat with him at lunch. You went to all of his games that you could easily travel to. You were beginning to forgive him and that’s all Oikawa could ask for.

“I’m thinking about leaving Japan after we graduate.” He said one day while you were hanging out at his house. His parents knew you guys were soulmates and gave him an earful after hearing about what he had done, his sister still teases him about it whenever she visits with Takeru. You were hanging off of his bed when he made that statement and you sat up. “Where are you gonna go?” You asked, moving to the edge of the bed. “I’m not sure yet. I have a few offers but I think I’m going to go with Brazil.” He moved from his desk to the spot next to you on the bed. “Unless you think I should stay here.”

“You think I want to be the reason you don’t follow your dreams? Hell no, Oikawa. Go to where you think is best for you and your future goals. Not where I’m gonna be. We can still facetime and call. Besides, you should be able to visit for the holidays. Who knows, maybe I’ll find a school in Brazil to go to.” Oikawa looked at you surprised, he knew you were starting to forgive him but he didn’t think you’d be willing to go with him.

“You don’t have to do that, you know. I couldn’t ask you to come with me. Of course I would love it if you would, but only if you think you’d be happy there. I’ve put you through enough Y/n I can’t ask you to do this as well.” You rolled your eyes covering his mouth with your hand. “Shut up for once. I’m not mad at you anymore, I’m never gonna let you forget it, but I’m not mad. I’m not saying I’m going to for sure go with you wherever you go and follow you blindly. I’m saying if I find a school I like and get accepted then I’ll move with you. I just got you to realize I’m your soulmate, I’m not quite ready to give that up just yet, Toru.” You finished your mini speech removing your hand from his mouth. You expected him to immediately start talking but he just stared at you for a while. “Toru? You’re freaking me out. Blink or something at least.” He didn’t say anything as he pulled you into a hug thanking you.

A few months later and you were helping pack boxes at Toru’s house, “I told you not to wait until the last minute to pack Toru. Now we’re rushing so you’re ready to leave on time.” You scolded sorting like things into boxes. “Maybe if my beautiful s/o hadn’t distracted me when I was supposed to be packing we’d be fine.” He said coming up and wrapping his arms around your waist pecking you on the cheek. You laughed as you lightly shoved him away, “Toru I’m serious we’re going to miss our flight if you don’t hurry up. I have orientation next week and you start practice soon. We need to get there early to settle into the apartment and look around the city so we’re not lost right away.”

He shook his head, laughing as he finally helped you pack his bags. Before you know it you’re in Brazil moving into an apartment with your boyfriend. Sure your relationship was rocky, but you couldn’t imagine spending your time with anyone else.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu oikawa #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagine #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #soulmate au #haikyuu au #oikawa angst #oikawa imagine #hq oikawa #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa fluff #haikyuu angst

[thesoulspulse]

Danny Phantom Randomness (All By Myseeeelf...)

Maybe it’s because it’s that time of year, but while we know why Danny dislikes the holidays (or used to anyway) do we ever really talk about Vlad? Since we know so little about his background apart from his former friendship with Jack and obsession with Maddie, there’s no way to tell if he had a happy childhood let alone if he even celebrates Christmas or Valentines Day. Heck, we don’t even know if he has any living relatives left...

Originally this was going to be a post about Christmas specifically, but eh, I’ll combine it with Valentines Day since this is mainly a post talking about just how lonely our favorite fruitloop is. Someday I hope to change that by creating a character worthy of him who can help him through his problems and become a good influence on him. I’ve only seen this done once really well but maybe I just haven’t been looking hard enough. Because like I said, it’s kinda hard to write someone who could even get close enough to Vlad to hope to begin forming a real bond with the intimidating man.

I typically assume that Vlad was an only child growing up and I have a personal headcanon that Vlad has always had a deep respect for his father and that’s part of why he himself aspires to become the perfect father. As for his mother, Vlad has always loved her very much too and she’s the one who taught him how to cook, bake, and to use food swears to replace real ones whenever he gets angry to keep his emotions in check. I saw an adorable piece of fanart about that once but I’m not sure how to find it now sadly.

I’ve written this idea in several of my fanfics, but I feel bad that Vlad doesn’t really have any family left to curb his loneliness. Usually it’s hard to write them in since he’s such a selfish person so I typically say he lost his parents shortly before starting college which is why he took Jack’s apparent betrayal so hard. Near as I can tell, it was hard for Vlad, Jack, and Maddie to make friends given their interest in ghosts which I assume has been a lifelong passion for the trio. And if he ever does have family around, I assume they’re not on good terms since Vlad wants nothing to do with them or wants them asking him for money since he IS the richest man in the world.

That brings me to my next point.

Since Vlad is so rich, I tend to enjoy exploring that a lot more than we see in the show because the sky’s the limit, literally, when you’re the richest and most powerful man in the world. That could be another reason apart from his obsession with Maddie that prevents him from dating anyone. He’s not stupid, he knows most of them are only after his money and connections, they don’t love or care about him, they only care about the idea of him and what he can do for them. Same goes for random people showing up claiming to be his distant relatives or an old friend asking for a favor which he must have found some way to stop from happening.

Ironic given how it’s the same with Maddie. Vlad only loves the idea of her and having the perfect wife as we saw in “Masters of All Time” when he finally got what he wanted but was more worried about appearing to be the perfect happy couple than being honest with her and with himself, even lying about Jack hating them both for the accident since he doesn’t trust she’ll stay with him. We don’t know why he grew attached to Maddie in the first place or when. Was it a childhood crush? Or did he literally only meet her in college? And for the love of god, WHY does he have feelings for Maddie anyway?

It’s never actually stated why, just like how it isn’t with Sam and that bugs me to no end. All healthy relationships are about treating each other as individuals with their own thoughts and feelings, about give and take, about trust, loyalty, the willingness to accept both the good and the bad in a person, the restraint to set healthy boundaries and not try to control them or who their friends are, to give them space when they need it and be there to pick them up if they fall. Basically, the best relationships are friendships first, good ones where you understand each other and enjoy what you share in common as well as respect the differences.

That’s Vlad’s biggest flaw. He’s so wrapped up in himself, in his life being perfect with a loving wife and a son that adores him that he forgets to BE that person, to be that caring and loving friend, father, and husband/boyfriend. He says he wants love, but as we saw in “Kindred Spirits” when he actually had that love and loyalty from Dani and the other clones it wasn’t good enough. Vlad even went as far as to hurt Dani by angrily shouting that she only exists to serve him, proving he didn’t actually see her as a daughter, but as a means to an end even though unlike the other clones she’s half-human too. Even if it felt artificial, all of the clones genuinely loved Vlad, he’s all they had ever known, which what makes what happened to most of them all the more tragic.

All but one of the clones, aka Dani, perished without ever coming into their own which is why I’m doing my best to give Vlad another chance at parenthood in my fanfic “Ghost in the Machine” before it’s too late for him to turn back and choose to change for the better once the love he’s been longing for is within reach. Because personally, I think Vlad wants to be a father more than he does a husband. Part of that is because of his reactions in “Maternal Instinct” when Maddie pretends to flirt with him to get back home since he’s the only one with a phone and transport for miles around.

He seems shocked at the sudden change in her and goes along with it, eventually pleasantly pleased with the result. I hate how he takes no responsibility for being a jerk and says it was Maddie’s ‘mistake’ to marry Jack which is beyond creepy and manipulative. Especially given how he blatantly asked a MARRIED woman with two children to leave her husband to come live with him out of the blue, which is beyond stupid and downright arrogant which is the whole point. Not to mention he doesn’t so much as mention Jazz there which as you’ll recall he left with Jack who he had sent ghosts to go kill, meaning he has no interest in her as a daughter, only Danny as his ‘perfect half-ghost son.’

That’s why when Danny pretends to actually want him as his new dad...while Vlad understandably suspects it’s only a lie at first since he knows Danny better than that, once it seems like his hopes are confirmed, he literally tears up and the pure joy on his face is unmistakable. He wants it to be true so badly he leaps at the chance to get everything he wants, further proving what a selfish jerk he is who doesn’t care about what they want. I mean, did he really expect Danny to turn around and forgive him after he sent a HORDE of ghost monsters to kill him while he was powerless? That is, unless it was only a scare tactic and he had no intention of actually killing Danny and that, right there, is clearly more manipulation on Vlad’s part as he isolates him and his mother to try and make them both his by force.

As weird as it may sound, it was actually this reaction and the affection he showed towards the first Maddie-the-cat later in the series that gave me hope there was a small chance this fruitloop could turn things around, even back when I first watched the show. He might never be able to convince Maddie to leave Jack, but maybe he could finally let go of her and try to meet someone new that could love him for who he is (once he stops the evil schemes mind you or tones them down at least) and not his money. And for Danny, he could be a father-figure or a real uncle and a mentor instead of the villain.

But alas, it was not to be.

Still, while I still feel like Vlad is capable of love, he clearly does not remember HOW to genuinely love someone else. He doesn’t know how to put anyone else first, how to be honest with his feelings, how to accept disappointment, and most of all...how to love himself without it being in a narcissistic way. That’s what makes this all the more tragic. He’s constantly sabotaging himself, losing chances to be a part of their lives in a realistic and healthy way even if it’s not possible for his perfect life with them to exist. And the love he could have found raising Dani all went to waste when he rejected her for disobeying him.

So yeah, this is just my personal take on Vlad so take from that what you will. All I wanted to really say is I would love to see Vlad find REAL love from someone to help him come back from the brink before it’s too late. Despite the awful things he’s done, in the end, he is genuinely lonely and doesn’t have any friends or family that we know of. That’s probably why we love giving him adopted kids so much, because it gives them both a much needed second chance at a happy life with a new family.

#danny phantom #danny phantom theory #danny phantom headcanon #headcanon #dp headcanons #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #maddie fenton #maddie the cat #danny fenton #dani phantom #badger cereal #kindred spirits #maternal instinct #masters of all time #danny phantom episodes #character analysis #fruitloop #danny clones #father and son #father and daughter #father figure #thesoulspulse #thesoul'spulse #the souls pulse #the soul's pulse #long post #all by myself #lonliness

[talatomaz]

lockdown | jj x fem!teen!reader

a/n: i can’t believe that a year ago today, the last ever episode of criminal minds aired. i miss jj so much 🤧

this is sort of in line with my own experiences (to a certain extent). and there’s not as much jj x d!r as i’d intended but I hope you still like it.

(feedback/positive comments are appreciated)

requested by @ouat2017 : “could you do a jj x daughter where the daughter’s school is on lockdown and jj is worried or something like that?”

warnings: gun violence. blood

word count: 2.6k

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r is jj’s 18 year old adopted daughter and suddenly finds herself on lockdown after someone brings a gun into her school

i do not give you permission to repost or translate my fics on any platform - likes/reblogs are okay and are much appreciated

“Look, you’re the one that needs to be tutored so can you please focus?”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest in annoyance.

You were currently in the tutoring centre trying to help a self-absorbed jock pass English so he could remain on the school’s football team.

Looking around you, you saw a handful of students giving both you and Cameron - the man-child you were tutoring - disparaging looks.

“You’re not supposed to be yelling at me. You’re meant to be telling me the answers.”

The aforementioned narcissist leaned against his chair, smirking at you in a way that made you fight to hide a shudder.

You could have easily wiped the grin off his face by mentioning who your mother was and who she worked for but instead, you decided to just continue ignoring his advances and carry on teaching him.

“That’s not how this works, Cameron. Now either you listen to me or you fail and get kicked off the team. And quite frankly, I’d rather the latter happen.”

You watched as his brows furrowed in confusion. Sighing, you answered, “latter means the second thing of two things mentioned in a sentence. Now, for the love of God, just finish writing your paragraph on Heller's satire of capitalism in Catch-22.”

You let out a breath of relief when he finally relented and started to scribble on his sheet of paper. You glanced over at one of your friends, who was also tutoring for extra credit, and smiled when she rolled her eyes at Cameron’s actions.

Leaning against the large desk that stood at the front of the room, you relished in the long-awaited silence aside from hushed whispers that came from other students asking for help.

Taking out your phone, you glanced at the screen to see that it was only midday and soon the lunch bell would be ringing.

You smiled softly at your lock screen.

It was a photo of you and JJ, your adoptive mother.

It was taken a few weeks prior at your 18th birthday party. You’d been living with JJ for almost 5 years now; her having fostered you before later adopting you when you were 14.

You still didn’t know what she saw in you on that day you’d first met her - you’d lost your family in a home invasion, barely surviving yourself - but whatever it was, you were grateful because you’d gotten a second chance at life.

Several minutes passed and you’d only broken from your train of thought when you heard someone clearing their throat beside you.

Looking over your shoulder, you saw your friend, the one who’d rolled her eyes earlier at Cameron, standing beside you.

“I see you finally got him to do his work.” She whispered, loud enough for your ears only.

“Barely. He still has an essay to write and hasn’t even finished a paragraph yet.”

“I would have smacked his sorry ass by now.”

You laughed before clamping your hand over your mouth, her comment having caught you off guard.

“Ally!” You whisper-shouted, playfully hitting her arm.

She looked at you with a raised eyebrow causing you to smirk, “Trust me, I’ve thought about it but-”

Before you could finish your sentence, a large bang rang out, shattering the silence the room had once held.

With wide eyes, your head whipped to the door where the gunshot had presumably come from and you listened as the hallways were filled with panicked screams.

Running to the door, ignoring the gasps and shouts from the other students behind you, you turned the lock on the door, pulled down the blinds, switched off the lights and jammed a chair under the handle.

Looking up, you saw everyone had the same look of panic in their eyes; a few were crying, including Ally, and others were pale with shock, Cameron was one of them.

“Guys, we’re gonna be okay but we have to be quiet.” You whispered harshly, constantly looking over your shoulder at the door, listening for any indication of the shooter coming your way.

Everyone stared at you, as if you were the leader of a camp and they were small children awaiting for further instruction.

You supposed it wasn’t far off.

By taking charge, you were the one who’d been unwillingly given the role of protector.

“First things first,” you walked over to the group of 10 students, “I need you all to make sure your phones are on silent. We can’t risk being caught.”

You watched as everyone followed your instructions.

“I know you all want to call your parents but that’s going to attract attention to us so for right now, we need to be quiet.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest and as you spoke, one thought repeated in your head. JJ.

Taking out your phone, you scrolled to find your mother’s name in your contacts. You watched as your thumb hovered over her name.

Just breathe, y/n. Breathe.

Tapping your mother’s name, you brought the phone to your ear.

“I thought you said we couldn’t call anyone.”

Your eyes locked onto Cameron’s, his face pale and his eyes filled with terror and a hint of anger.

“My Mum works for the FBI.” You whispered as the phone rang out.

Any other time and you probably would have laughed at the way his face grew paler, if that was even possible. But, in a situation this tense, it was going to be difficult to find any levity.

Your Mum picked up on the second ring and you let out a shaky breath when you heard her voice.

“Hi baby. A bit early for your lunch, isn’t it?”

You closed your eyes at her soft tone, as if you were trying to engrave the way she spoke into your mind lest you would never hear it again.

From your lack of response, the blonde sensed there was something up, “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

A single tear dropped down your cheek as you struggled to maintain a steady tone. Catching a glimpse of Ally staring at you, you steeled yourself and spoke.

“Mum, you need to come quick. Someone’s brought a gun into school.”

“Oh my-AARON.”

You winced when you heard her shout for her boss, listening as you could hear her run up stairs. You held your breath as she filled Hotch in on what was happening before telling Garcia to hack into your school’s security system.

“Are you okay? Stupid question. But are you hurt?”

“Mum,” you interrupted her rambling, “I’m fine. I’m in the tutoring centre with 10 other people. I don’t know how many people are injured. It just all happened so fast.”

“It’s okay, baby. You’re gonna be okay.”

Though you could hear the clear panic in her voice, her words did bring some form of reassurance to you.

“Penelope’s hacking into the system so hopefully she can have eyes soon.”

As she spoke, you could hear the clacking of keys in the background of the call; presumably Garcia doing exactly what JJ said.

“Mum?” You questioned when you heard Garcia swear.

Instead of JJ answering, the usually peppy tech analyst replied, her voice shaky and wet, as if she was crying.

“Y/N, thank God you’re okay.”

“What’s wrong, Garcia?”

“Someone’s disabled the cameras remotely. I can only get them back online if someone reprograms them from the inside.”

Grasping what she was explaining, you nodded, “I’ll fix them.”

“What? No!”

Your mother had taken the phone off of Garcia.

“You are not leaving that room, y/n. We’ll find another way in.”

“Mum, someone needs to fix the system from inside the school. I need to do it.”

Ignoring your mother’s worried shouts, you continued to speak, “Mum, I have to. I love you.”

You disconnected the phone and switched it off, preventing her from being able to call you back.

“Y/N, you are not leaving this room.”

You’d only just realised that everyone had been watching you intently during that entire interaction.

“Yes, I am.”

Moving away from the huddle, you rose to your feet and replied to your friend.

Cameron rose to his feet and towered over you as he challenged you, “No, you are not. You’re going to put us in danger.”

“Do you know how to hack into our school’s security system and then reconnect the transformer and enter the Mastercode?”

His face contorted to a look of confusion making you reply,

“Exactly.”

Turning to leave, you felt a large hand enclose around your arm.

“I said, you’re not leaving.”

Your eyes flickered from Cameron’s hand up to his face that dared you to take another step.

“Remove your hand from my arm before I remove your hand from your body. You may letter in football but I’ve been trained by some of the best FBI agents there are and unless you want to end up in a sleeper hold, I suggest you shut up and do what I say for once.”

His harsh grip almost immediately lessened as his hand returned to his side.

“Good. Now, have any of you been shot? No? I didn’t think so. Well, I have and whoever did get shot is probably bleeding out in the hallway. I can’t not do anything.”

No one dared to respond and instead, shook their head ‘no’ at your asking if anyone else would try to stop you.

Content that you weren’t going to deal with any more unnecessary distractions, you made your way to the door and gently removed the chair that was beneath the handle.

“Ally, you’re in charge. Lock the door when I leave. By my count, the FBI will be here soon. And Cameron, you do anything stupid and I’ll shoot you myself.”

Unlocking the door, you stepped out into the empty hallway and hastily made your way to where the main security hub was located.

Just a couple of hours ago, all you had wished for was silence but now that your wish had been granted, all you wanted was to hear the playful shouts and conversations between your friends and fellow students.

The silence that currently fell on your school was unnerving and unbearable. And with each step you took, you flinched at the sound your shoes made against the marble floor. Each noise practically acting as a beacon for the shooter to come find you.

You let out a sigh of relief when you found the Hub and you quickly worked to reconnect the security system. Typing on the laptop that rested atop one of the servers, you couldn’t help the smile that formed when all the cameras re-engaged.

Tapping on one of the keys, you navigated through the various cameras, looking for any indication of the shooter or of any injured people. You stopped when you caught a glimpse of someone.

Squinting at the screen, you saw, what appeared to be a freshman - since you didn’t recognise him as being a part of your year - laying on the ground, a hand clutching his stomach as blood coated his clothing.

Immediately knowing where he was, you cautiously made your way to the east hallway before running when you noticed him laying on the ground, his blood coating the once-white marble floor.

Falling to your knees, you pressed your hands against his wound, trying to stop the steady flow. He groaned out in pain, tears staining his face.

“H-Help me.” He choked out.

“What’s your name?”

“Jackson. But everyone c-calls me J-Jack.”

“Jack, you’re going to be okay. I just need you stay with me, okay? I’m-”

“Y/N.”

You failed to hide the surprise from your face making the younger teen smile despite his predicament.

“You’re t-tutoring Cameron. Everyone knows who you are. Y-You’re the one who doesn’t take any of his shit. I think h-he likes you.”

“Well, tough shit for him. I may be bi but he’s definitely not my type.”

Jack’s laugh quickly turned into another groan of pain.

Unzipping your jacket with one hand, you used the other to keep pressure on his wound. After removing the jacket, you harshly pressed it against his torso and watched as it barely absorbed the blood.

“I’m gonna die, aren’t I?”

“No, you’re not. I won’t let you.” You said, tears filling in your eyes as memories rushed back of when you tried to save your brother after he’d been shot.

“You’re going to be okay. I just need you to-”

You stilled when you heard footsteps come up behind you.

“Well, what do we have here?”

You didn’t recognise the voice and couldn’t bring yourself to turn around to face the person who’d caused all this pain.

You opened your mouth before closing it again, unsure of what to say.

Closing your eyes, you readied yourself for your inevitable death when a shot rang out and a body slumped to the ground beside you.

Jumping at the action, you turned around and almost collapsed in relief at what you saw. Your Mum and her team stood behind you with several SWAT members flanking them.

The tears that had once filled your eyes now spilled shamelessly down your cheeks.

Without saying a word, JJ holstered her gun and ran to your side, hugging you as best she could since your hands were still pressed against Jack’s wound.

Paramedics soon followed and after that it was all a blur. It was as if you were floating outside of your body. Logically, you knew it was the effects of an adrenaline crash but you felt so disconnected from your body.

You barely took note as your mother gently lifted you to your feet, allowing you to be briefly looked over by the paramedics. Nor as your mother escorted you to one of the school bathrooms where she rinsed the blood off your hands.

You didn’t even say a word until you’d arrived back at the BAU where a worried Penelope wrapped you in a tight hug which you returned.

“I’m gonna take her up to my old office, Hotch.”

The Unit Chief simply nodded as he and the rest of the team watched as JJ led you to the abandoned office that was still filled with random case files.

Closing the door, she sat you down on her sofa and stared at you, not touching you in fear that even a simple caress would cause you to shatter.

You exhaled a long breath before finally speaking, “I’m sorry.”

Her brows narrowed, “Sorry? Sweetheart, why?”

You looked at your hands that had been coated in blood less than an hour before and then up at your mother; her blue eyes filled with nothing but concern, love and confusion.

“You told me not to leave and I did. I’m sorry.”

And with that, you started to cry heart-wrenching sobs that made your shoulders shake.

JJ gathered you in her arms, gently rocking you as her long blonde hair draped over you.

“It’s okay, y/n. I got you, baby. You’re safe now.”

Her arms wrapped tightly around you as she laid soft kisses on your head, her hand stroking your back.

That only served to make you burrow into her even more, seeking comfort in her motherly embrace.

You muttered your apologies as she continued to reassure you that you were okay.

JJ was afraid that if she stopped, you wouldn’t be here, safe in her arms.

Still rocking you in her arms, she whispered in your ear,

“I got you, baby. You’re safe now.”

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