#can accept me being a boy and that she’s just glad I’m alive. Why the fuck should anyone ever feel like that. It’s so fucked.

[fridaynight--saturdaymorning]

Fuck EVERYONE who ever taught me to hate myself. I was never like this before and I never deserved to feel this way about myself. The hardest part of this is the fact that I know it’s just been instilled in me! I could have been different. Fuck, I was different! I was happy to just exist as myself. I didn’t care what other people thought. Now I’m just like you. Fuck you for taking that away from me

#Yeah sorry folks I do hate myself for being queer sometimes I wouldn’t have it any other way but i also wish I didn’t have to sacrifice #Fucking everything I’ve ever loved #Either sacrifice myself (the only person it seems has ever really loved me) #Or sacrifice everyone I live for. What a fucking choice. A choice I knew I had to make from the age of 11 because of the way ive been treat #I’ve had a good life and I will continue to. I’m fucking privileged and I notice that. But I wish I didn’t have to live like this sometimes #I’ve never been a girl. I’ve always liked them. Why are those things that make me weak. Why do they make me wrong. What is all of this even #Fucking for. How much do I have to suffer before anyone even cares whether I live or just pretend to. #I used to fantasise about trying to kill my self. Not actually dying but waking up in the hospital. My mum saying that it’s okay. That she #can accept me being a boy and that she’s just glad I’m alive. Why the fuck should anyone ever feel like that. It’s so fucked. #Instead I’m just told that my mental health is a burden. That everyone walks on eggshells around me. That everyone hopes Ive grown out of i #That everyone loves my deadname. That everyone would be disappointed if I wore a suit. That people would talk. I can’t FUCKING TAKE IT. #I’ll be okay though. Don’t worry about me. I’ll repress it a bit more. It’ll go a bit further down. I’ll practise my little self care ritua #And eat good and try and tell myself that maybe it’s not all bad. #And I’ll tell myself that I’m being dramatic when I cry myself to sleep #Genuinely tho don’t worry about me this will probably all be forgotten by the morning it’s just sad boy hours

[f1byjessie]

A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS ━━ LN4.

sometimes the right words are hard to come across, and sometimes everything you need to say can be captured in an image.

( lando norris x photographer!reader )

━━ part three.

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mclaren We keep asking ourselves the same thing! Our engines are ready and we’re raring to go! 🧡

↳ yourusername you truly understand me mclaren admin

↳ mclaren we think you’re the one who truly understands us y/n

↳ user y/n x mclaren admin?? 🤯 the plot twist none of us saw coming

user missing these lads so much lately

user THE RADIO SILENCE ON OSCAR’S SOCIALS WAS KILLING ME I DEPEND ON THESE MEN TOO MUCH THEY KEEP ME ALIVE 😭😭

user the f1 drought is real rn

user MCLAREN SUPREMACY 2024

↳ user i’m trying to be delulu but we all know it’s just gonna be the mv33 and redbull show again this year 🫤

user soooo are we all just gonna pretend like we didn’t see the pics of her with garrett ward orrrrr?

↳ user no bc i was just thinking the same thing 👀

↳ user wait that was actually her??? cuz you can like barely see her face so i thought it was just a joke???

user what a fake ass bitch

user she only posts other ppl on her acc cuz she knows her ugly ass face would scare everyone else away

user homegirl needs to stay tf away from my man fr 😤😤

user god what a hoe 😒 she already has these two that she could fuck with idk why she needed to go after garrett

user SLUT SLUT SLUT

user if she tries anything with anyone else on the city team i’m gonna lose my shit fr

↳ user same omg

↳ user honestly i’m just glad she didn’t go after grealish or haaland 🙌

↳ user she probably would’ve tried if they weren’t taken already 🙄

↳ user nah i bet she’s totally a homewrecker garrett’s probably just the first on her list

user oh… these comments… 😰

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mancity The lads are looking good indeed! This weekend’s match against Newcastle should be an exciting one! ⚽️🩵

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↳ mancity Do you think Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri would look good in sky blue? 🤔

user funny how she posts every city man BUT garrett

user god when does she go back to f1??

↳ user march iirc

↳ user well it can’t get here soon enough jfc

user FUCK OFF WE DON’T WANT YOU

user you’re a slag and should accept the fact that any guy would only want you bc of how easy you are

user i’ll bet my left leg that the only reason the f1 boys haven’t shacked up with her yet is cuz they know she’s probably riddled with disease since she drools over every guy that comes near her 😒 like girl needs to bffr and realize that throwing herself at every male in her vicinity isn’t gonna land her a husband and it just making her even more of a slut

↳ user nah i’ll bet they’ve all already done her over in f1 but nobody will touch her now that they’ve passed her round so she had to come over to football just to try and get someone to touch her again 🙄🙄🙄

user i hope garrett realizes how much of a slut she is and breaks up with her

user sick and tired of bitches like this getting with footballers and being all controlling. like i’ll bet she’s gonna tell garrett he can’t go out and party with his mates anymore bc he has to spend time in with her and then she’ll get all pissy about him having female fans bc she’s insecure and knows that if garrett got to meet a REAL fan he’d jump ship immediately. those of us who ACTUALLY care about footballers know their fans are super important to them and we wouldn’t hinder their relationship with them just bc we’re jealous or insecure. garrett needs to be with someone who actually supports him and is willing to let him do what he wants instead of controlling him like he’s a dog on a leash.

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user god i can’t wait for this skank to die 😒

“Hey Lando, it’s me. Your best friend. Again,” you give a humorless chuckle. “I could seriously use some of your wizened advice right about now, so, uh, please just give me a call back when you can. Thanks.”

It seems poetic in a cruel sort of way that less than a week ago you were walking Etihad Campus and feeling like you were on top of the world━ working a new albeit temporary gig, adding the Manchester City name to your list of clients, having photos of world-renowned footballers in your portfolio━ and now you’ve resigned yourself to hiding away in the women’s restroom, locked in a stall because it’s the only place you could think of where nobody would be able to find you.

You’re on the verge of tears and feeling rather stupid for it.

It’s the third time today alone that your call has gone straight to voicemail, and with the dozens of unread texts you’ve sent in the last week added to the mix, it’s starting to paint a picture you’re not very happy with. Lando is ignoring you. Or he’s blocked you. Or he’s blocked you because he’s ignoring you━

You bite down on your lip, hard, to keep back the sob crawling its way up your throat.

You’re not a PR officer, you hadn’t been lying when you told Garrett that, but you’ve spent enough time around the McLaren PR teams that you’ve picked up enough tips and tricks to know, at the very least, that the best thing you can do is just ignore the comments.

That’s what they tell all the athletes.

What they don’t tell the athletes is that ignoring the comments is much easier said than done, especially when your career requires you to have such a significant online presence. And the thing is, despite all of these strangers hounding you with every name under the sun and criticizing your capabilities, qualifications, and very existence, the thing that hurts the most is the radio silence from the only person you know could make it all better.

Now, more than ever, you need your best friend. But he isn’t here.

You tuck your phone into your jacket pocket and unlock the stall with great reluctance. You know better than to be hiding away, shirking your responsibilities while crying over a few missed phone calls. You have a job to do, and a real professional wouldn’t let something as simple as a handful of tasteless comments get in the way of that.

You should be used to them. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.

Your first month at McLaren wasn’t entirely different.

When you were first hired on, Carlos had been in Formula One for a handful of years already and had built up a devotedly loyal fanbase with a decently large percentage of possessive fangirls who had come for your head the moment your existence had been announced.

The McLaren Instagram account had posted a picture of you standing between their two grinning drivers, your camera strung around your neck, with a very nice caption welcoming you to the team, and despite no indication that you were by any means involved with either of them in a way that went beyond professional, the comments had been taken over by feral teenage girls who saw the act of you simply standing near Carlos to be a direct threat against their “chances.”

Though it had been frustrating being met with childish threats and petty insults in your comments, you hadn’t really held it against any of them. You remember being a teenage girl and crushing on a celebrity. Deep down you knew you never had a chance with them, but that hadn’t stopped you from hanging posters in your bedroom and doodling their name beneath yours inside of scribbled hearts in your diary.

Regardless, it had taken close to a month for the negativity to die down, and you hadn’t had Lando then, either, so now shouldn’t be much different.

In fact, everyone on the Manchester City team━ trainers, physios, media coordinatiors, and anyone inbetween━ has been very polite about everything between you and Garrett. A lot of them have just avoided saying anything about it, which you’re very grateful for because you don’t think you’d be able to hold back your grimace while thanking them for their well wishes, and the few who have mentioned it typically only say something vague like a wishing you the best of luck or hoping you’re happy.

An intern gave you a sympathetic smile the other day, and you’d nearly burst into tears in the middle of the office of the Director of Communications, so you know you aren’t truly alone in this.

You just feel alone.

Exiting the bathroom is a simple affair. There’s no one standing post outside ready to give you any shit for being hidden away, and nobody comes sprinting around the corner as you make your way down the hall to the press conference room that’s been temporarily turned into your base of operations.

You think you’ll probably be able to go the rest of the afternoon without running into anyone, when you open your door and find━ sitting in the front row of the seats typically saved for journalists and the press, scrolling across his phone with a disinterested look painted across his face━ Jack Grealish.

“Jack,” you greet, a bit shocked. You close the door to the room gently behind you, and cross the distance to your desk. “Did we have a meeting scheduled? It must’ve completely slipped my mind, I sincerely apologize.”

He offers you a polite smile. “No, we didn’t, so no need to be sorry. I actually just wanted to check in. See how things are going with everything.”

You blink at him in surprise. Apart from Garrett, you haven’t really had much time to speak with the other players. They wish you good morning and good afternoon when they see you, and if a ball goes astray they always call out for you to watch your head, but between their morning training and their afternoon training, their strategy reviews at lunch, and the frequent in between meetings with physios, nutritionists, and trainers, they don’t get much time to chit chat with a simple photographer.

You clear your throat, “Erm, it’s going well. I’ve gotten some really good shots these past few days. There’s one with Rodrigo that I’m particularly proud of. It should do well with the fans.”

“And things with Ward?”

You purse your lips.

“Figured.” Jack sighs. “Look, nearly everyone you run into here knows or has at least some inkling into what he’s like. He’s a prick. None of the lads on the team like him, it’s why the managers are trying to get him out of here.”

You lower yourself down into your chair. “He told me they were planning to trade him off because of his reputation.”

Jack scoffs, “Yeah, ‘cause that’s the ‘official’ reason. They can’t cut his contract early for legal reasons, so they’re waiting for it to expire and coming up with an excuse for why they ain’t re-signing him. It’s really just ‘cause the rest of us can’t keep dealing with his massive ego and the fact that he’s a misogynistic fuck who doesn’t know the first thing about respect.”

“Fucking tell me about it,” you mutter with a sigh.

If he expected you to defend Garrett and is surprised by the fact that you haven’t, Jack doesn’t show it. He looks relaxed sitting across from you, like you’re having a casual conversation and not actively shit talking a member of his team. It gives you the impression that he knows significantly more about Garrett than you do, and that because of what he knows he probably figured out that one party in the relationship is not the most willing of participants.

“How’d you get all wrapped up it in then? Didn’t figure you to be the type to go after pricks like Ward.”

You debate over whether you should tell him or not. There isn’t much Jack can do about the situation regardless, but it would at least get things off your chest and if someone else knew then maybe you wouldn’t feel so alone anymore.

There’s only so many days you can spend hiding out in the women’s restroom trying not to bawl your eyes out, and you’ve already reached your limit.

You heave a sigh, “It’s kind of fucked up really.” A pen on your desk catches your attention and you start to fiddle with it, avoiding Jack’s eyes which have focused directly onto you. “He asked if I would help him fix up his reputation by pretending to be his girlfriend so he could show everyone that he’s matured and can hold down a steady relationship. When I told him no, he threatened to make up a lie about inappropriate conduct to get me fired and blacklisted from the industry, so for the sake of preserving my career I agreed.”

“Bloody fucking hell,” Jack murmurs, shaking his head. “I’m real sorry he did that, Y/N.”

You shrug. “It’s happened, so, there’s nothing I can really do except wait it out at this point.”

When you look up and meet his gaze, Jack looks murderous. His hands are clenched into fists on the armrests, knuckles white with the strength of his grip. His brows are furrowed, and his lips are twisted downward in a scowl.

“If you need anything,” he starts, “let me know. And I mean it. We all know how Ward can be. He’s a knobhead. So if you need anything━” his emphasis on the word and what that implies makes you feel more comforted than anything has since the whole fiasco started, “━then you let me know, or you tell one of the other boys and they’ll find me, alright?”

All you can do is nod.

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━━ a/n: no lando yet, but we've got a cutesy little grealish scene to make up for it because i couldn't have a story with manchester city and not include him! lowkey writing this part made me wanna write for a footballer too... anyways! hope you all enjoy!

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[storiesforthemoonchild]

I Think I Like You | Alessia Russo x Reader

based on this request. friends to lovers vibe... Enjoy :)

“Where’s (y/n)?” Alessia asks the moment she reaches her family after the match. Her eyes had been searching for yours the whole match. 

“Well hello to you, too darling,” her mother Carol jokes. 

Alessia blushes, wrapping her mother and father in a hug, “sorry. Hi mum, dad. You alright yeah?”

“You played well, 2 goals,” her father Mario praises excitedly.  

“Thanks… so (y/n)?” She questions again looking between her parents and brothers. 

“She wasn’t feeling the greatest when we arrived to pick her up today hun. I made her stay home,” Carol informs. 

The panic quickly rises on Alessia’s face. You never missed her games. The two of you had been inseparable ever since you met back in uni over in the states. Finding comfort in one another since you were both English. You’d followed her back to England after graduation, but refused to admit she was the reason why. Instead you just said there were more job opportunities for you out here. 

“Would you look at that? Guess who’s ringing me,” her brother Gio teases, holding the phone in Alessia’s face before pulling it out of her reach. 

“Knock it off Gio. Something could be wrong with her. Give it here,” the striker fusses, ready to tackle him for the phone. 

“Cut it out Gio,” Carol swats at the boy's arm. 

With a playful roll of the eyes he lets Alessia grab the phone. The striker frantically pressed at the accept call button. “(Y/n), you alright?”

“Lessi, you played amazing! Of course you wait until I’m not there to score 2 bangers,” you say through the phone. 

Alessia relaxes, a calm smile gracing her face at the fact you don’t sound too bad, “how you feeling bug? Mum said you weren’t feeling well.”

You huff, “I’m fine. She was being too cautious. I’m sorry I missed your game Lessi.”

She can just hear the pout on your face, “don’t worry about that. Tell me what you need and I’ll bring it with me.”

You always melted at the way Alessia took care of you when you were sick or even just having a bad day. You couldn’t help but feed into how she tends to you, “can we have ice cream and cuddle?”

Alessia swooning over the cute tone of your voice, “of course bug, anything you want. I’ll grab some food and medicine too. Just give me a bit to finish up here and go to the store okay?” 

“Lessi?”

“Yes?”

You smirk even though she can’t see it, “2 goals on the day I can’t be there, really?”

She laughs, turning her back and lowering her voice in an attempt to not be heard, “they were both for you. Did you see me kiss the pinky?” 

That was your thing, ever since uni. A pinky promise was sacred between the two of you. “I did. Super cute. Nice that you finally have a unique celly,” you joke.  

“I’ll see you soon,” Alessia releases a breath as the call disconnects. Turning around she’s met with two curious gazes and two teasing ones. 

“Is your wife alive and well?” Of course it's Gio who starts.  

Alessia ignores him handing the phone back over. “When are you just going to go for it Less? She is practically a wag already,” it was Luca’s turn to get in on it now. 

“We’re just friends,” Alessia grumbles face turning beet red. 

“Yeah, a friend who you dedicate goals and goal celebrations to.”

Carol pulls her into her arms allowing Alessia to bury her face in her neck, “you two cut it out now. How is she doing sweetheart? Does she need anything?”

“She just wants ice cream and cuddles, the usual,” she mumbles. 

“Glad my daughter in law is fine,” Mario chimes in much to the amusement of his sons. 

A groan escapes Alessia as she pulls away, “I’m going to change and head out, so I can get to (y/n).”

“Good idea. Don’t keep the wife waiting,” Gio as always had to get the last word. 

It’s a few hours later that there’s a knock at your door. Wrapped snug in a blanket you answer, knowing it was your favorite blonde striker. “Took you long enough. I’m freezing. Put all that down, I need your body heat.”

“No hi? Just immediately barking out orders today huh?” Alessia sucks her teeth jokingly. 

“Sorry, hi Lessi,” you wait until she’s dropped the bags on the counter before pulling her into a hug. 

“How you feeling?” She places a hand to your forehead and then neck. 

You shake out of her protective grip, “I’m fine Lessi. Please come cuddle.”

She nods, putting the ice cream in the freezer and leaving the rest for later. You are standing by the couch when she enters, “assume the position.”

Alessia lays across the couch, opening her arms wide for you to lay on top of her. A strong grip around your waist as you flop down, encasing you both under the blanket. Burying your face into her neck as she soothingly strokes your back. This was your peace. 

You giggle when you feel the racing heart of Alessia beneath you, “running a marathon are you?” When you get no response and her hand stills you pull away so you can see her face. “What’s wrong Less?”

“Nothing sorry,” she says, trying to pull you back down. 

You fully sit up resting yourself in her lap as she lays there. “Liar. Did something happen after the game? Are you thinking about the sitter that could’ve got you a hat-trick star girl,” you tease trying to lighten her mood. 

“I hate that nickname,” she whines. 

“Talk to me.”

Alessia grabs at you pulling you back down. “Gio and Luca were winding me up over our call. Now I’m in my head.” 

You get yourself back comfortable with your head against her chest, “why do you let them get to you Lessi?”

You feel her sigh. You’ve known Alessia long enough to know that when she’s in her head it’s best to let her work it out alone. The striker was an over-thinker. Silence was never uncomfortable between the two of you. 

“I think I like like you (y/n),” Alessia murmurs. 

You’re stunned. You’ve known Alessia for years now and had long given up on the thought that she may feel the same. You knew from the moment you met her, but all the girl thought about was football. 

“I know it’s out of the blue and we are just friends but not having you in the stands today I felt like a piece of me was missing. Then Gio and Luca were going on about how you were already a wag and I-… I know that I like you. I just… we are best friends. Please don’t hate me.”

You don’t move from your spot on her chest, “I like you too Alessia.”

“You do?”

You nod against her, “I do. I was just waiting for you to like something other than football.”

The moment is exactly how you’d imagine something like this going with Alessia. No pressure. Everything was calm, no need for any theatrics. Just the two of you, whispering secrets to each other like you did all those years before in uni. 

“Do you want ice cream?” She asks. 

“In a minute, let’s just stay like this a while longer.”

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[moonflowerdamie]

ok so i just watched volume 2. gonna tell you guys my thoughts because WHAT THE FUCK.

⚠️STRANGER THINGS V2 SPOILERS!!!!!⚠️

seriously. what. the fuck. did i just watch.

i have so many thoughts about ep 8 and 9 so i’m gonna try and condense them into lil sections for y’all so. here goes.

•brenner’s death•

-we were supposed to find it…sad? the death of the man who kidnapped and abused children for his own gain? yeah, nice fucking try duffers, with the ‘sad emotional music’. honestly i’m glad the fucker’s dead. one of the only good things to come out of vol 2.

•will and mike•

-i now understand why the duffers waited until after pride month to release the new eps because wtf??? they’ve built it up that will’s in love with mike the whole season (the whole damn show) and then he just…doesn’t say anything? sure he had that monologue where we all know he was talking about himself and not el but. he didn’t even come out to mike? or anybody for that matter. sure, the scene with jonathan is undeniable that jonny boy knows and accepts him and it was a really sweet scene, but it felt like a cop out. will didn’t ever actually confirm anything. fucking bullshit. william byers get behind me, i’ll protect you from the duffers this time.

•stancy•

-fuck ME i hated this storyline. i fucking HATED it. i’ve already spoken on here about why steve and nancy should never be romantic again, and the fact that the duffers tried to push that arc was bad enough but. also. did you guys clock how ooc steve was because of it??? like, he just starts spouting shit about wanting six kids and a perfect life to nancy, who just NEARLY DIED, and then does it again in the woods when robin runs off alone—completely ignoring her well-being and safety in favour of trying it on with nancy again. that’s so not the steve we know. the steve we know and love would never let robin run off alone, and he certainly wouldn’t be basically ambushing a girl with his fucking life plans that make no fucking sense. and if that all wasn’t bad enough, THE WHOLE PLOTLINE WAS IRRELEVANT ANYWAY. they don’t get together because nancy’s still with jonathan and it never gets addressed again. fucking idiotic storyline.

•jancy•

-ok so can we all agree that this ship has run its course? like, don’t get me wrong, they’ve been cute the past few seasons, and i wouldn’t hate it if they were endgame, but. come on. jonathan is STILL LYING TO HER about college, their plans clearly don’t align anymore and they just want different things in life. and i get it, it’s cute that the actors are dating in real life, but that shouldn’t be the only thing holding the ship together. i just think the duffers have made it clear throughout the season, then with that ending scene in vol 2 when jon and nancy are repairing hop’s cabin, that these two are going to inevitably part ways.

•jopper•

-one of the saving graces of these eps. they FINALLY kissed and it was sweet and cute and perfectly built up, in my opinion. joyce and hopper stay one of the best ships in the show.

•max•

-is she alive? is she dead? WHO KNOWS???!!? honestly the HORROR the duffers have put me through with her this season. it was fucking brutal having to watch her bones snap like that. i was honestly shaking, like holy shit. and then she died, and then she didn’t? hmm? what did el do that saved her? what consequences will that have??? so many unanswered questions. but, i will say this: sadie sink deserves a fucking emmy.

•ronance/vickie x robin•

-i am so beyond pissed at the duffers brothers for the shit they pulled with robin in these 2 eps. like, vickie’s not in the season except for one two minute scene in ep 1 and then they bring her back for the last ep? and yeah, her and robin could be cute i guess, but it felt so shoehorned in. like they clearly just shoved that scene in at the last minute to fill a diversity quota and makes me fucking ANGRY. the opportunity was there for robin to have a fully fleshed-out, meaningful, poignant romance with nancy. they’ve been together all season, they’ve grown closer, understood each other, looked out for each other. hell, i even thought the duffers might go there with that scene where robin grabs nancy’s hand outside the creel house. but no. because why give us an actually good wlw relationship when you can shove it to the side and give us absolutely crumbs of representation? bullshit.

•eddie’s death•

-tbh i was expecting him to die, and so i wasn’t shocked but. it felt very anticlimactic. like, the whole focus was on him dying a hero—but then he didn’t technically save anyone? he just…died? for seemingly no reason? and yeah, dustin’s reaction BROKE me, but like then nobody else ever mentions it? not even steve, robin or nancy, who have been with him the whole season. it just all felt so rushed. joe quinn, you did a great job man, and you deserved better writing.

•elmax•

-is it just me or did every one of max and el’s scenes together feel very…romantic? like, yeah they’re best friends who haven’t seen each other in a while, but all of their interactions were framed and built up to seem almost like lover’s reuniting? like they’re touching each other’s faces constantly when they first see each other again, max is looking at el’s lips, max’s ‘death’ involved el crying over her just as much as lucas. and when el visited her in the hospital everyone like made way for her as if she’s the most important person to max. am i going crazy here??? someone tell me they get what i’m trying to say. anyway, another saving grace of the season, elmax remains superior.

•the ending•

-i actually think the ending was pretty cool. like it sets up a vastly different, darker and more epic final season. we actually saw the battle with the upside down and vecna having disastrous effects on hawkins. and i thought the return of the mind flayer actually was kinda cool, and the way everything was explained was pretty good. but, after these 2 eps, i’m not sure i trust the duffer brothers with another season. well. we’ll see what happens i guess.

overall, volume 2 was a let-down. ooc characters, messily wrapped up plot lines, shoved in, shitty representation. it all felt rushed and like the duffers kinda gave up halfway through. highlights of the eps include: the jopper kiss, elmax, robin grabbing nancy’s hand when she was scared, hopper beheading a demogorgan, eddie playing guitar, erica kicking that one guy in the balls and natalia dyer, noah schnapp, caleb mclaughlin, millie bobby brown and sadie sink’s acting.

what did you guys think?

#honestly i’m so disappointed #stranger things volume 2 #stranger things spoilers #stranger things s4 #stranger things #jopper #ronance #elmax #robin buckley #steve harrington #max mayfield #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #will byers #mike wheeler #byler s4 #byler

[runningfrom2am]

what happened to lucy gray baird?

1. well, in her defence, she had considered lucy gray a friend too. it’s just that she loves knowing all the cards and she couldn’t trust anyone except her coryo.

2. lucy gray being afraid of coryo being nearby because the capitol duo are never not around each other and therefore, alongside not having what it takes to take r’s life, shying away from the cabin but r being the actual physical threat to her all along because had it been her who went after lucy gray, she couldn’t have escaped and coryo is long gone at that time.

3. “She tried to kill me, too.” no, i’m pretty sure she is the reason why you’re alive and well right now but whatever it takes to gain trust i guess.

4. i’m so glad that both sejanus and lucy gray acknowledge everything that could’ve been an indicator of how much she was “not like them” after things happen because it creates a contrast with r convincing herself that she is in the right before anything happens.

5. the president and the head gamemaker <333 (i have accepted them as my favourite problematic couple, what about it?)

6. sejanus imagining r and coryo as the presidential couple when they were kids is everything.

7. after seeing her with arachne, persephone, livia, ash and lucy gray; it’s safe to say, even after all, sejanus was never actually on the receiving end of her anger. she did love him enough for him to survive.

8. i love how her emotions went from shock to disgust and then confusion to contentment because how else does a human react to this? the boy who was one of her closest friend, once, the boy whose life she’s saved, standing in front of her only because she has lost the war.

9. her character doesn’t seem to have changed much over the passing time if she refuses even the idea of dying a boring and unimportant death. even in death she has to have the biggest effect on the world as she knows it, whether it be mourning for days or a big celebration.

hiii omg we have so much to discuss here we go :)

1. she considered lucy gray a friend until the moment she realized that lucy gray could be a potential threat to her. she wasn’t a tribute anymore- she was a victor, and now there was no cage separating her from him. not even the “cage” (if we can refer to it that way) of him being a peacekeeper and not being able to be seen with her publicly.

but THEN when they are set to be married a year later, she’s like *sigh* “i wonder if lucy gray would have been my maid of honour. that could have been cute” like it wasn’t HER FAULT THAT LICY GRAY WAS “DEAD”. did she kill her? no, but she did manipulate coryo into doing it and i consider that very much the same thing.

2. the faith she still had in coryo for some reason to be like “oh god, he wouldn’t leave her out here alone. i have to get out of here.” like girl he just tried to kill you OF COURSE HE’S LEAVING HER OUT THERE ALONE. but i think by that point they were both very much equal threats to her- so she was not about to run the risk of either of them seeing her (even if she didn’t know he was gone)

3. yeah like sir-

(to be fair it is an extremely fine line that she walked between “trying to kill him” and “letting him go” considering she got to the point of lifting the weapon at him, so it doesn’t surprise me that within such a short period of time he’s still seeing it the way that he does.) also 100% he needed lucy gray to know she was safe with him and by convincing her that he was in the same boat was the most obvious way.

4. oh absolutely. and i think it’s almost funny how sejanus was best friends with them for so long and then it took one day for him to go from “haha my friends are so crazy. unchecked anger issues- am i right?” to “oh, shit, like they’re violently insane and i should have always known this.” the rose coloured glasses had to come off SO fast.

5. 🫡🫡 (i love them so much)

6. AND HE WOULDDDD 🥺

like no doubt he knew about their feelings for each other well before either of them did. and i know damn well even if most of their classmates didn’t like him he was privy to one or two conversations about them when they weren’t there. like clemmie would TOTALLY corner him and be like “what do you know?” omg especially after livia’s birthday and hold on i’m actually gonna work on a part two rn-

7. he had ALMOST been on the receiving end of her anger. and also, like he says, “i’ve seen her get violent before, but nothing like that” even though she wasn’t violent toward him necessarily, i think it was the things she was saying that really freaked him out. she was angrier than he had ever seen her, and i think it was the calmness and severity of her statement that nothing was going to keep her from the life she wanted that did his opinions in.

8. yes and i know eventually she landed on being happy. bc really, that is what she wanted. “i won’t bury another friend” is HEAVY here, because while she never buried him, after going out of her way to save him from his execution and then letting him go in the HEIGHT of her mental breakdown, she never really knew if he survived. she risked so much for his survival, that i think it would be extremely fulfilling to know that she succeeded despite everything.

9. yesss and really how could she change? any kind of moral compass she had was left in twelve and she was rewarded significantly for what she did literally as soon as they got back. every single one of her problems were instantly solved; she had coryo, her father was out of her life, and she was immediately put on track for her dream career. and like she said, she got everything she ever wanted. even after her “death” it was attention that she craved and therefore she would have it- she doesn’t care if people are celebrating her death. it’s a testament to her success.

#i have the answers #ltpf <3 #that-veela-girl

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Pomegranate Ink: XXVIII

Series Synopsis: Unable to heal but willing to fight, with a fiancé in Kyoto and a last name that looms over everything you do, you accept an offer to study at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. What you did not know was that your salvation and your ruination alike would soon join you at the school, neatly wrapped in the form of a boy followed by death.

Chapter Synopsis: You meet with some of your injured classmates.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.8k

Content Warnings: angst, misogyny, naoya zenin, forbidden relationships, canon-typical violence, character death, original characters included

A/N: me when we are officially in the last few chapters…the end is near y’all 😭

“I’m so glad you convinced the L/N healers to help us,” Ieri said, tilting her head back, a cigarette hanging loosely between her teeth. Smoking was one of her vices, and though you had mentioned before that she should quit for her own health, she was never really able to.

“It wasn’t exactly convincing in the traditional sense,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. “But you’re right that it definitely feels nice to know that they’ll be the ones chipping away at most of our workload. It means we can focus on the people that actually matter.”

Shortly after you became the head of the L/N clan, you and your mother had joined Ieri, Ijichi, and the rest so that you could get to work. Upon discovering that everyone had pretty much been living off of random convenience store snacks — neither Ijichi nor Ieri had the time and skills required to make any actual food — your mother appointed herself as the head chef and quickly got to work, even though all of you had told her she didn’t have to.

This is how I’ll be useful, she had said before all but sprinting off to the kitchen. You all are being so gracious in taking me in, so it’s really the least I can do.

After that, you had informed Ieri about your newfound leadership of the L/Ns, something which she was eternally grateful for. Healing so many people, even if the burden was shared amongst the two of you, would take a massive toll on your bodies and psyches, but having the entire L/N clan at your disposal definitely made things easier.

“What are the worst cases at the moment?” you said. Ieri blew out a puff of smoke.

“We just lost our highest priority patient, so there’s nothing too major that requires immediate attention,” she said. “A few injuries I might have you look at later on, but nothing fatal.”

“What do you mean by lost? The others didn’t mention anyone getting hurt to that extent,” you said. “Nor did they mention anyone dying. Do you — do you mean that Tullia wasn’t the only one?”

You had thought it was strange that Tullia and Gojo were the only casualties of the Shibuya incident that you personally knew, but back then, you had put it down to everyone else being vastly more competent than you were. Still, to hear Ieri tell it, there were more. You had lost others that you weren’t even aware of yet, and you weren’t sure that you could handle hearing who they were. Maybe that was why they hadn’t told you. Maybe they knew that it would be too much.

“Nobara Kugisaki,” Ieri said. “We had her in a stasis for a while, and I tried using my Reverse Cursed Technique on her as much as I could, but it was for nothing. It was that patch-faced curse that Itadori fought a few times; the effects of its technique are beyond the scope of healing. Even Composition likely would’ve failed in that regard.”

“Nobara?” you said. “As in…the first year?”

Ieri nodded. “It’s shitty all around, isn’t it? There wasn’t anything we could do to help her, so we eventually just had to let her go. It was better than keeping her alive in that state.”

Nobara Kugisaki. You had never even gotten the chance to introduce her to your mother like she had asked. You shouldn’t have put it off. You should’ve taken it more seriously. That was the only thing she had ever wanted from you, and it was a request that was within your power to grant, but you hadn’t done it. Why? Maybe you had found it a little silly, but it had been important to her. You were a terrible excuse for an upperclassman. Maybe if you had done that, maybe if she had met your mother and gotten into modeling like she had dreamt of, she wouldn’t have gone to Shibuya. She would’ve still been alive if you had just done that.

“Is that it, or is there anyone else that I would know?” you said.

“We couldn’t save Naobito Zenin,” she said. You scoffed.

“Good riddance,” you said, even though it was a bad practice to speak ill of the dead, especially when he was your elder and therefore necessitated respect no matter the situation. It was Naobito Zenin, though, so overall you didn’t feel too bad about it.

“And Kento Nanami,” she completed. “Along with several others that have been permanently maimed.”

“Did you say Kento Nanami?” you said. “The same one who recommended me for my promotion and everything?”

“That’s right,” she said, and this time you noticed her eyelashes were lowered. She took another drag from her cigarette. “He was taken out by that same curse. The one that got Kugisaki.”

Kento Nanami, the serious man who had saved you in Shinjuku when you had fallen out of the air after exorcising that flying curse. Kento Nanami, the wise man who had given you your initial recommendation just so that you could get paid more for everything that the higher ups put you through. He was the ideal of a Grade 1 sorcerer; you had aspired to be like him, even, aspired to have his even keel and rational approach to every situation. Nanami was supposed to be as untouchable as he was unflappable. Nanami always lived. Nanami always survived. So how, then, was this possible? How could it be that he was dead?

“One curse did all of that?” you said. “That’s impossible. How strong could it have been?”

“It was just that powerful,” she said. “That’s not the extent of it, either. Todo—”

“No,” you said, cutting her off. “No, that’s not right. Not Todo.”

What would you do without your insane rival? Without his random tangents and outlandish stories? Not even in your worst nightmares had you imagined losing Todo. It wasn’t even a thought that crossed your mind. He was incapable of dying — he was just that kind of man, the insatiable type that could never be satisfied with something as paltry as death.

“He’s alive,” she said. “But…”

The room that Todo was confined to was dark, the curtains drawn, the massive lump on the bed the only sign that there was anyone in there at all. Even when you stepped into the room, careful to keep your footsteps light so as not to startle him, he did not move at all, and you were reminded of Ieri’s warning — that ever since that day, he had been heavily depressed.

“Hey,” you whispered. “It’s me. Y/N.”

A grunt. You poked the shapeless form of blankets in what you assumed to be the back. This was met with no reaction, so you did it again and again until finally, he tossed aside his covers in a huff, sitting up and glaring at you.

“What?” he said, arms folded across his hospital-gown-clad chest. He was trying very hard to look fearsome, but considering you were just relieved that he was alive, you couldn’t find any traces of fear in you.

“Ieri told me,” you said.

“Good,” he said. “Saves me the trouble of having to explain it again.”

“Can I see?” you said. He looked at you suspiciously, his eyebrows heavy and dark on his forehead, his eyes flinty with mistrust. Slowly, though, he uncrossed his arms, revealing that one of his hands had been cut off at the wrist, the other’s palm festering with transfigured flesh.

“There you go,” he said.

“Oh, Todo,” you said. “You’ve lost your Boogie Woogie.”

A sound you’d never thought you’d hear from him escaped his mouth just then. He was crying, but it was not the over-the-top crying he’d do when he was being dramatic; rather, it was a small, soft whimper that built into a sob. The indomitable Todo, the man who had once been your greatest competition, was suddenly crying like a small child, hiccuping and gasping for air.

“It’s gone,” he choked out. “It’s gone for good. I can never get it back.”

Wordlessly, you embraced him, allowing him to bury his face in your shoulder as he cried, using one hand to stroke his back and the other to hold securely onto his burly neck, ensuring that he did not suddenly pull away before he was ready to.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I’m sorry that that happened to you.”

“That final fight,” he said. “It was the most thrilling thing I’ve ever experienced. You were there with me every step of the way, helping me reach victory, and my brother managed to exorcise that curse, so — so I shouldn’t complain. All told, I’m one of the lucky ones. I’m alive. I’m only missing one hand. That’s more than a lot of people can say, I think. I even finally reached that peak of sorcery that neither of us ever could: the Black Flash. It was a good way to go out.”

“I’m sure,” you said, not questioning how you had been “helping Todo every step of the way” while simultaneously being unconscious and in the healing ward. It would be better not to.

“Then why am I upset?” he said. “Why does it hurt so badly?”

“They stole something from you,” you said. “Something that was important. It’s only natural that you’re upset by it.”

He extricated himself from your arms, wiping away his tears and giving you a watery smile. You smiled back, though tentatively, unsure as to why he was even smiling in the first place.

“Looks like this is the end of our rivalry, huh? You won. You’re the better fighter, because you’re the only one who still can fight. Congratulations, Y/N. I’m a little sad, because I’ll miss competing with you, but I am proud of you,” he said. “Seriously. If it’s not me, then I’m happy that you’ll be there to lead our underclassmen.”

“Actually, it’s not the case,” you said. “I gave up fighting, too.”

“What do you mean?” he said. “How could you?”

He squinted at you, and then he suddenly paled. It was like he was seeing you for the first time, the enormous scar on your neck, the state of your hands, the bags under your eyes.

“You’re not the only one who had something taken from them. It’s a long story, but I can’t heal and fight anymore. I have to choose one,” you said.

“And you chose healing,” Todo completed.

“I know you’re probably disappointed by it,” you began. He huffed.

“I won’t say I’m not,” he said.

“It’s what I have to do now, though. I can’t lose anyone else, not knowing I might’ve saved them. Maybe if I had chosen to heal earlier, I could’ve used Composition and regenerated your hand. You would still have your technique if that was the case,” you said.

“You shouldn’t blame yourself for the choices of others,” Todo immediately protested. “Whether or not you could heal, I’m the one that chose to get into that battle and lost my hand for it. It’s not your fault.”

“Losing your hand was your fault. Not regrowing it was mine,” you said. “Do you see?”

Todo clicked his tongue. “It’s a dumb type of reasoning, but fine. I see.”

“If it makes you feel better, I am the head of the L/N clan now,” you said.

“How’d you pull that off?” he said, obviously invigorated by the news. “I always knew you could.”

You cleared your throat, suddenly feeling shy in front of Todo, not wanting to confess to what you had done. Looking back, you had definitely been harsh on the rest of your clan, and even if they had deserved it, it was embarrassing to look back on that moment of your rage. You couldn’t believe that you had made your uncles beg for mercy, your father kneel at your feet and your cousins cry and piss themselves.

“Um,” you said. “I mean, I kinda just beat them all up until they agreed to it.”

This time, when Todo laughed, it was his old kind of laughter. He squeezed you into a hug, and for a moment, it felt like you two were who you used to be, back when your biggest worries had been beating one another in the exchange event.

“That’s the sorcerer I know,” he said. “That’s the kind of thing the ideal woman would do.”

“After everything, you really still think I’m the ideal woman?” you said. He ruffled your hair.

“Okkotsu’s still in love with you?” he said.

“Somehow,” you said. “I didn’t think he would be, but it seems like he is.”

“Then you’re still the ideal woman,” he affirmed.

“Even if I’m not beautiful anymore?” you said, showing him your palms, lifting your chin so he could better see your neck. “Even if I’m all messed up like this, you think that?”

“My dear rival,” he said with an air of finality. “Beauty has nothing to do with it. You’re not the ideal woman because of something as shallow as what you look like; it’s who you are that determines it. And who you are is the kind of person that anyone would be lucky to have by their side.”

Your conversation with Todo left you feeling a little better about things. Even if the state of affairs was dire, he could always be counted upon to cheer you up, and today was no different. Although you were partially at fault for the loss of his technique — yet another failure of yours by choosing Dissection over Composition — he did not blame you for it. He still thought you were the ideal woman, whatever that meant.

It heartened you a little bit, but as you approached the next room, your good mood began to fade. Seeing Todo without a hand had been bad, but this was going to be that much worse. Because he deserved it the least; after all, he hadn’t even been fighting. He had been evacuating citizens when Sukuna’s slashes reached him, so none of it had been his choice. There had never been a moment for him to accept what was happening to him.

“Toge,” you said. He was sitting by the window, his laptop open in front of him, a paused ‘Try Not to Laugh’ compilation on the screen. Despite the humorous nature of what he was supposedly watching, he seemed sad, lips settled in a frown, violet eyes downcast as he stared out through the glass. His chin rested in his hand, and there was a vase of dying sunflowers in front of him.

When he heard your voice, he leapt to his feet, racing over towards you but then pausing when he noticed you had come alone. He peeked around you before ducking his head out of the room and scanning the long, empty hallway.

“Salmon?” he said.

“No, it’s just me,” you said. “How are you feeling?”

He shrugged as best as he could with only one arm, following after you as you sat in the chair across from where he had been. Taking out a pen and notepad, you slid it over to him, knowing that he’d probably appreciate being able to communicate with more than one-word answers.

I’m okay. I mean, it’s weird to not have an arm anymore, but it doesn’t impact my cursed technique any, so it’s whatever. Yuta and Ieri both agreed that I shouldn’t fight for a while, though. Apparently, I need to recover, even though that makes no sense. Like, how is my arm supposed to heal? There’s nothing there to heal.

You snorted. “That’s not how it works. You’ve undergone a massive change; it would be unreasonable for them to expect you to fight again, let alone so soon. Besides, you need to recover mentally, too. Losing your arm like that…”

He was a little different now. Even though he was joking in his normal manner, it was false, hollow, like he was putting on a performance. His charming grin didn’t reach his eyes, and he didn’t laugh, only exhaled through his nose in feigned amusement. His collar was down, the snake-eye seals on the corners of his mouth standing out in relief against his skin, which was oddly whiter than usual.

Sometimes, I think it’s still there. I’ll try to use it, and I get frustrated when nothing happens, but then I remember that I don’t even have an arm anymore. I can still feel it, too. It hurts all of the time, which shouldn’t be the case. There isn’t anything to hurt, but it still does.

“It’s common for that to happen with amputees,” you said.

I wish I was a special case.

“Is it that awful?” you said. He swallowed.

It’s not as bad as what the others have gone through. I’m just complaining for the sake of it.

That wasn’t true. It was as plain as day; he was really in a lot of pain, but he was putting on this brave face for you because he knew what you had seen. He knew Maki had been burnt all over her body. He knew Todo had lost his technique. He knew Megumi had been beaten almost to death. He probably thought it in poor taste to complain, but you thought it anything but.

“Just because others got hurt doesn’t mean you didn’t,” you said. “No one has a monopoly on pain; more than a single person can feel it at the same time. You lost your entire arm, Toge. It’s not complaining for the sake of it. It’s entirely justified for you to feel this way.”

Thanks, Y/N. Anyways, why are you alone? I thought the others would come visit with you.

“Maki, Yuta, Panda, and the first years have entered the Culling Games,” you said, summing up the plan for him. He nodded and hummed in agreement when appropriate, but when you finished, he still looked a little confused.

What about Tullia? I’ve been waiting for her to come see me, but she hasn’t yet. I tried asking Ieri, but she was too busy to answer.

“Tullia?” you said. Had no one told him yet? He blinked at you and then frowned, continuing to write at a furious pace.

Yes. You know, our classmate? The one who drinks poison and has a blood contract with you? That Tullia.

“Do you mean to say that you haven’t heard the news yet?” you said.

What news? Did she join the Culling Games too? You should’ve mentioned that earlier.

“No — no, she didn’t do that,” you said. He cocked his head at you.

Then what? Is she mad at me for something? It’s fine if she is, but if that really is why she hasn’t come, then can you please tell her I’m sorry for whatever I did? And tell her I’ll apologize a million more times in person, too. I just want to talk to her. I miss her.

This wasn’t fair. You had barely been able to handle her death the first time. Telling it to Toge would confirm it, would make it certain that she was never coming back, and it would also definitely break his heart. How could you do that to him? How could you be the one who had to say it?

“Toge…” you trailed off in defeat, burying your face in your hands. You heard him writing, but you couldn’t stand to look up and read it. He shook your shoulder, trying to get you to see it, but you screwed your eyes shut so you didn’t have to

“Tullia,” he said, haltingly, carefully. It was the first thing you had heard him say that wasn’t a cursed speech command or something from his ingredients-based dialect. “Where — is — Tullia?”

It wasn’t his cursed technique. He was just asking. He had broken his sacred rule to ask that question. When you cracked your eyes open, he looked distraught, expression pleading. You weren’t sure what he wanted, though. For you to say it? For you to stay silent? Because he had to know by now. He wasn’t an idiot, so he had to know what you could not vocalize.

“She’s dead,” you burst out, all at once, before you could back out. “Toge, she’s dead.”

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, like he was trying to work up the nerve to say something but couldn’t. You watched him, fighting back the urge to cry and finding some measure of success in the endeavor — until you saw it.

Rolling down Toge’s cheek — Toge’s, the same Toge who always laughed and never cried, who was always happy and mischievous, never sad — was a single tear. It splashed down onto the notepad where he had been writing, the black ink spreading, the paper crinkling.

Don’t say she’s dead. She can’t be dead. That’s not what you mean, right? Right?

That was what he had written. That was what you had refused to read. Tears of your own burnt your skin, and this kind of scalding was worse than anything Jogo had ever done to you, because these tears were borne of your own body and designed specifically out of your own aching. Every ounce of pain, every milliliter of grief, all of it poured out of your eyes and onto your hands.

“She’s dead,” you repeated. “That curse — he burnt her, and then she used the last of her poison to let me defeat him, but that meant I couldn’t heal her, so I — I brought her to my family but they refused to heal her — they refused, Toge, they refused! They said they wouldn’t heal her, so I brought her to Sukuna instead, and he killed her! He cut her into a thousand pieces and said he couldn’t heal someone who was already dead!”

Toge inhaled sharply, and then he, too was crying, but he could not brush away his tears as swiftly as you could, not with only one arm, so he just gave up, hunching over his notepad and writing something, the edges of the letters fuzzy from the copious amounts of salty water seeping into the paper.

What were her last words?

“She wanted to go trick or treating. It was Halloween that night, you know, and she said she had so many costume ideas…I told her that we could go the next day and she said she’d like that,” you said before thinking back to another moment. “Oh. And while we were in Jogo’s Domain, she said…she said that she couldn’t die quite yet. She still had to tell someone she loved them.”

You both knew who she had been talking about. Toge stared at you in horror for a moment before slamming his head against the table, completely breaking down, clutching the pen in his hand so tightly it burst. Ink spilled all over his hand and down his sleeve, but he paid it no mind as he bawled like a small child.

Tullia never got to tell him she loved him herself. You were the one who had to pass those words on. What kind of a terrible joke was that? You had to sit across from Toge and watch him lose his composure so thoroughly over a death that was your fault. You had to sit across from him and know that it shouldn’t have been you saying that. It should’ve been her.

He pulled out a pencil from his pocket, staining his grey sweatpants irreversibly, and then he hesitantly began to write, his words gouged into the paper from the force with which he pressed the pencil down.

I love her too.

The world was just a blurry mass of objects now. You swiped at the tears forming in your eyes anew with no small measure of irritation. You owed it to him to read what he wrote. You were the only one who would understand what the words meant, after all, the only one who could comprehend the gravity of them.

I always thought we had so much time left. I didn’t want to rush into anything or make her feel uncomfortable, so I tried to be as slow as I could about it, thinking that we had the rest of our lives to get together. I was planning on asking her out. I even — I even wanted to marry her one day. Why did I wait? Why didn’t I just tell her from the start? I liked her for so long, so why didn’t I just say something to her? Now I never can. Now she’ll never know.

“She does know,” you said. “I’m sure of it. Even if you never said it, she knew.”

Toge did not write a response to that. He just closed his laptop and returned to staring out of the window — a silent dismissal all on its own.

There was no one else you dared to visit, and you didn’t feel up to using Composition on anyone’s minor injuries, so you decided to head to the kitchens and see what your mother was doing. She was a safe person, one who you had managed to protect — albeit belatedly — and one who hadn’t lost anyone she loved. Spending time with her wouldn’t make you cry. Spending time with her might even be fun; well, maybe not fun, but it had been so long since you had talked to her that you believed you ought to.

Who was she, the enigma that was your mother? Who had she been before she had married your father and given birth to you? You had heard that she had been a model, but what else? Had she had many friends, or had she been lonely? Had she ever fallen in love? Not what she thought she had with your father, but a truer version of the emotion, closer to what you felt for Yuta than anything else.

“Y/N! You’re just in time. Try this!” she said, shoving a spoon in your mouth before you could even greet her. You swallowed promptly, savoring the taste before beaming at her.

“It’s really good!” you said.

“Do you think so?” she said.

“Anything’s better than the crap they give us in the dining halls,” you said. “So maybe I’m a little biased. But I do think it’s excellent, yes.”

“Will the others agree, in your opinion? You know them better than I do, after all,” she said. “I don’t want to make a ton of something and then find out that everyone else hates it.”

“Ieri will eat anything if she can have a drink with it, and I’m pretty sure Ijichi brought a ton of alcohol for just that reason, so we’re covered in that aspect. I don’t think anyone else will complain, either, so you can go ahead and make it in bulk,” you said.

“That sounds good. Did you need something?” she said.

“Huh? No, I didn’t. What about you? Do you need any help getting all of this made?” you said, motioning towards the kitchen.

“I don’t need it, but if you have nothing else to do and want something to occupy your time, then I could find a few jobs for you,” she said.

“There’s nothing major to heal at the moment, so I’m free,” you said. “It’s why I came here at all. Put me to work.”

You perched on a stool and cut whatever she handed you, taking out every bit of anger you had on the poor vegetables, which hadn’t done anything wrong but were convenient targets for your fury. Your mother, for her part, did not comment on the particularly aggressive way with which you chopped them up, only thanking you whenever you slid the results into the bowl she had designated for them.

“Is there something on your mind?” your mother said. “You’ve never been one to cook, so there must be a reason you’re spending your free time here instead of anywhere else. Do you want to talk about what’s troubling you?”

“Yes,” you said, stunned at how quickly she had read you despite your distance. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve already lost Tullia, and now all of my friends are in this ridiculous Culling Games. What if Maki’s next? Yuta? Megumi? What will I do then?”

“Maki Zenin, right?” my mother said.

“Yes. Now that Tullia’s gone, she’s my one and only best friend,” you said. “If she dies, I will as well. And not to mention Yuta…”

“You love him,” your mother completed. “It was as plain as day to anyone that didn’t want to see something else. The higher ups, the L/Ns…they all wanted you to be in love with Noritoshi, so that’s what they saw, but the rest of us, people like Satoru and I, we likely knew before even you did. I didn’t want to say it because I thought acknowledging it might wound you more, but I’ve been aware for quite a while now.”

“It’s like that,” you said. “That’s why I could bring him back to life. I loved him so much that I was unable to watch him die, but mother, I’m not there anymore. If something happens to him, I won’t know until it’s too late. How will I save him then?”

“It’s easy to worry, but he’s strong, isn’t he? Your father mentioned that he’s one of only four special grade sorcerers. He’s not going to go down that easily, and you have to trust in that,” she said.

“I do trust him, but that doesn’t mean I can stop myself from worrying,” you said.

“You’ll likely always worry about him. That’s just what you do when you love someone,” she said.

“Did you worry about my father, then?” you said.

“No, never,” she said. “There was someone, though. I worried about him for a time.”

“I see,” you said.

“Anyways, who’s Megumi? Is she another one of your friends who I haven’t met yet?” she said, quickly changing the subject.

“Ah, no, Megumi’s a boy,” you said. “He just has a girl’s name, but I think he’s sensitive about it, so I haven’t ever asked why.”

“Interesting,” your mother said. “And what is this boy to you?”

“He’s my underclassman,” you said, scrunching your nose as you thought about what role Megumi had in your life. “But he’s more like an annoying little brother than anything.”

“Annoying little brother?” she said.

“You know, one time I went to help him on a mission, and I took care of that ridiculous situation he got himself into — with style, might I add — but when Gojo came to make sure everything was alright, Megumi had the nerve to snitch on me, which made me look so bad in front of Gojo! It was embarrassing, and I had to clear up the dumb misconceptions he created before Gojo began to think I was just a useless liar,” you said. Your mother giggled. She sounded sweet when she did, like there was still a trace of girlhood left in her.

“That does sound like a typical younger sibling,” she said.

“He’s dependable, though,” you added. “And he actually listens to the advice I give him, so I guess he’s not terrible. Yeah, I’d even say I like him.”

“That’s good,” she said. “It sounds like you two get along well.”

“We do, which is a surprise, to be honest,” you said.

“Why is that?” she said. You rolled your eyes.

“For a while there, Gojo was trying to set us up. Not that he ever introduced us until Megumi officially enrolled or anything, but he would bring it up constantly,” you said, remembering just how adamant Gojo had been that you and Megumi deserved a chance or something.

“That’s in character for him,” your mother said affectionately. “He always was such a troublesome boy.”

“Megumi wasn’t keen on it, though,” you said. “On the whole, he’s not really into the whole dating and romance scene. He’s a lot like Maki in that sense, actually, which I guess isn’t a surprise, since they’re cousins and all.”

“He’s a Zenin, too?” she said.

“Kind of. His father left the clan, so he has a different last name, but since he got their inherited technique — the Ten Shadows — he became the head after Naobito’s death,” you said. Your mother froze in the middle of stirring the dish she had simmering on the stove.

“His father left the clan? By any chance, do you…happen to know what his family name is?” she said.

“Fushiguro, why?” you said. At that, your mother dropped her spoon. “Mother? Are you alright?”

“I can’t believe it worked out like that,” she muttered, laughing breathlessly. “I really can’t.”

“Did something happen? Do you know his parents or something?” you said. Megumi had never shared much about his personal life or past, but you had learned a little bit about him in the few months you had spent with him. According to him, his own mother died when he was very young, and his father soon remarried to the mother of his beloved step-sister Tsumiki. Both his stepmother and father abandoned them both when they were still children, though, so he mostly held nothing but resentment for the two. What did it say about your mother if she was acquainted with that kind of person?

“You could say I knew his father,” she said. “Though I never really understood him, not at all. He wasn’t a person that someone like me could ever understand. Of course, that didn’t stop me from trying.”

“You loved him,” you realized. “He was the one you worried about.”

“I did,” she said, smiling ruefully. You set aside your knives, imploring her to explain more. She picked up the spoon she had dropped and ran it under the tap water, scrubbing it with a sponge and some soap as she did. “Or at least, I was a girl who believed herself to know what that meant.”

“You can’t just leave it at that!” you said. “You were in love with Megumi’s father? Why’d you end up marrying mine, then?”

“It’s a long story,” she said.

“We have time,” you said. She pursed her lips before nodding.

“That we do. Alright, I’ll tell you, but only if you promise to keep working on those vegetables,” she said.

“I’m on it!” you said. It was the first excitement you had felt in some time, an excitement completely unrelated to violence and cruelty and fighting and healing. Here was a rare chance to learn about your mother, to begin to lessen that chasm which spanned between you two in place of a real relationship.

Her eyes shimmered with fondness and nostalgia as she began to tell the story — the one of her youth, of the person she had been before she was nothing more than Mrs. L/N, of the time when even she, too, had known what it meant to love and, in some strange way, to be loved in return.

#yuuta x reader #yuuta x y/n #yuuta x you #reader insert #canon au #pomegranate ink #m1ckeyb3rry writes

[anonymousfoz]

The Earth, Stars and Moon (Part 4)

Part 3 | Part 5

Taglist: @quinnharperwrites, @holdmyteaplease, @yesireadbooks, @teacupsandstarlight, @vite-poh, @theoracleofgiana, @writeblr-of-my-own

The wolf den was a lush forest with a lake and numerous fluffy boys. Some were shifters and some were wild animals, but the pack was strong, with Sister Wolf leading. The teenager was hesitant to approach due to a fear of wolves, but Brother Bear had assured her safety. It took some time to get used to the smell of wet dog, but the teenager had settled nearby the group of bison that were like children to Brother Bear. They were much calmer, and a few had fallen asleep beside the teenager. The teen just felt out of place, and for good reason. She wasn’t like Brother Bear or Sister Wolf; she wasn’t chosen into this life but born into it. She heard the subtle clops of hooves and got up to see a golden buck standing over her. A majestic creature to some, but to her it was just dad.

“Neptune. Where are the others?”

“With all the wolves.”

“Do they-”

“No. They don’t know Father. I know what happens if your wife finds out that I am alive.” The teenager began to pet one of the sleeping bison. Neptune was always aware of what her existence meant to her dad and what Mother Moon could do if she were discovered. Mother Moon knew she existed, but had thought Neptune died when she was a young infant. Her dad just didn’t have the guts to kill her, and she was glad for that. He was an amazing dad, but he was always on edge of his wife finding out. It was why Neptune needed to become a part of the group with Sister Wolf and Brother Bear. If she was accepted in and a tribe claimed her, there was nothing Mother Moon could do. But time was against the father-daughter duo.

“You can tell James. He doesn’t like Moonie.” Neptune looked at her father with a confused glare, before he responded, “Brother Bear is James. I gave them names, remember?”

“I always thought James was the annoying coyote.” Neptune looked up at the sunset before letting out an exhale. “Dad... do you think I will be accepted by a tribe? What if I’m not good enough?”

“Neppy, don’t think like that. It takes time to learn about your powers and traits. James and Adelita took years to figure out their craft and get accepted by a tribe.”

“We don’t have time. I know what I am, but I just can’t grasp anything.” The buck sat in silence, thinking of anything to make Neptune feel better, but he had nothing. Father Sun wasn’t good when it came to fast thinking.

“You are right about that, but you already know your animal and special abilities. You are a smart individual with two great teachers around you. You will figure something out. You always do. Meanwhile, I’m stuck listening to my wife about my mistakes and how I’m not raising the sun correctly. Like it’s in the sky? What more does she want!?” Neptune let out a small chuckle at her dad’s anger. He had loved his job of being the keeper of the sun, but he was quick to anger when it came to people telling him how to do it. The two continued to talk before the sun set and Father Sun had to go to Mother Moon. He pranced off into the darkness before the moon rose. The sleeping bison let out a grunt before waking up and running off to a figure in the distance who was Brother Bear. Neptune went quiet as the large man sat down beside her.

“I’m guessing you heard everything?”

“Not everything, but Tatanka right here informed me of what I needed to know.” Neptune hadn’t thought of the fact that the bison could have been listening the entire time. Her heartbeat began to skyrocket out of fear of what could happen. Brother Bear got up and extended his hand out to her. Neptune was hesitant, but did take his hand. The two of them and Tatanka headed deeper into the Wolf Den. What was in store for Neptune was unknown, as she failed at keeping her secret safe. “Don’t worry, kid. I’ll make sure you remain safe, even if spite is the only thing that motivates me.” With that, Neptune took a sigh of relief, and the rest of the night was a blurry memory for her.

But for Brother Bear, this raised more questions than answers. He had figured the coyote was lying about sending them after the child, after all Mother Moon never would have done that. It was out of character, but for Father Sun, it made perfect sense. But how did Father Sun have a daughter with another woman? And there couldn’t be anyone that was assigned a fox as their animal, as that was Sapphire’s animal. It couldn’t be claimed. It was smart and undetectable at the time, due to how annoying the coyote was. Brother Bear was fine with doing anything to spite Mother Moon and he clearly cared for Father Sun, but this was all so sudden and confusing.

“Beary, the kid is asleep. What did you want to tell me?” Sister Wolf came out of the tent and stood beside the 6 foot man.

“Would you ever report anything to Mother Moon?” Sister Wolf gave a side eye to the question. It was a random question, but he had to ask despite knowing the answer, mainly for reassurance.

“Of course not. We both know what she did to Sapphire. Her marriage with Father Sun has been on the rocks since then.”

“Apparently before then. I’ll explain in the morning. You need some sleep.”

“What? I’m perfectly fine to spend another 72 hours awake.”

“The bags under your eyes tell me another story.” Sister Wolf let out a nervous chuckle before hugging Brother Bear. “Would telling you a story help you sleep?” Brother Bear let out a sigh as Sister Wolf began to nod. He knew the story she wanted him to tell. It was always the same story; he grew sick of telling it over and over, but he would do it over and over for his little sister. While they weren’t related through blood, it didn’t matter. The large man carried the younger woman to an elderly tree and sat down before telling the story.

“It all started back when I was a lad…”

#the earth stars and moon #writeblr #writing #my writing #fantasy #fiction

[the-tiktok-rogue]

If Jay had teamed up with Hoody

Jay had been tied up by Tim after he’d left for benedict hall, he’d took everything from him, his camera, his investigation, his trust, he was just shell, he had nothing, he had no one….that was until.

The hooded person walked into Tims house

“what are you doing? what are you doing?!”

The hooded person reached for his frowny mask, and took it off

Jays mouth dropped “Brian?!! you were the person in the hoody?!”

“Tim’s betrayed your trust, work with me and we can stop Alex.” Brian spoke

Jay growled “YOU STALKED ME AND FILMED ME FOR YEARS!”

Brian smiled, he had an ace up his sleeve “if you help me i’ll tell you where jessica is, she’s not dead.”

Jay stopped writhing in his zip ties “i’m listening.”

Brian then walked to the bathroom, getting some medicine “first let’s get you some pills, you’re way too sick to go to benedict hall like this.”

Jay grimaced

“don’t frown, that’s one of the things Tim was right about, you’ll settle down once you take them and if you take them i’ll free you from the zip ties.”

“ugh fine, if it’ll help me find jessica”

Brian fed jay some pills and some water and when jay swallowed he started to calm down, like a fire simmering to ash.

Brian then cut down jays ties and gave him his camera.

“come on, work with me and finish this investigation, what do you say?”

he held out his hand like a business agreement

Jay hesitantly shook his hand “I guess I don’t really have much of a choice.”

The entry cut with him and Brian walking off

entry 79 started with text

“Me and Brian are heading to Benedict Hall.”

“He bought me a bullet proof vest. Said i’ll need it for what we’re doing.”

The entry starts off with them walking and following Tim after he got out of his car.

Brian took the lead wearing his hoody mask

“jay, follow me.”

they followed Tim all the way to the basement of benedict hall, then Hoody tackled Tim, and Jay ran up

he saw them struggle and Tim reach for Brian’s mask

“Brian?! Jay?! you’re working together???”

Brian smiled “you two need to make up, if we’re going to beat Alex you’ve gotta stop this squabbling.”

“look…” Jay started “i’m sorry Tim, I know why you took that tape from me, and we’re not gonna get anywhere working solo…plus Brian told me, jessica’s alive. Let’s take care of Alex first and then we’ll find her.”

Tim looked relieved “Apology accepted, just don’t come at me with zip ties again” he reached for Jays hand and got up “Why did you steal my pills though Brian.”

Brian spoke up “I need them too for my sickness. I’m being direct now cause we’re hitting the end game boys.”

Brian gave Tim another bullet proof vest

Brian spoke up “come back to the car, we’re gonna finally stop Alex.”

entry 80 started

all 3 of them headed to benedict hall, Brian ran ahead luring Alex out, Alex shot at Brian and he bled… did Brian plan to die? Jay thought, while Alex was occupied Tim tackled him, taking the gun and handing it to Jay.

“Jay, now! end this!!!”

“This is all your fault Tim!” Alex shouted out.

the operator appeared, but Jay ran to Alex, he pulled the trigger on his gun, shooting Alex in the head, he died instantly.

this enraged the operator flooding the basement.

Tim shouted drowning “Swim jay, get out of here!!!” Jay swam and managed to escape the building, Tim did not follow, when he went back to Tims house he found his body lined up next to Alex and Brian’s, Jay started to cry, he ran out and the entry ended with text saying.

I’m so sorry Tim, Brian, Alex, this is all my fault.

I’m finding Jessica, then this is over.

entry 81 started with Jay driving to the antique store, searching there, nothing.

then going to the clinic, he suddenly sees Jessica.

“Hey, Hey Jessica it’s me, Jay Merrick, do you remember me?”

“of course, Tim mentioned you, you were in that hotel with me all that time ago.”

Jay spoke up smiling “i’m just glad to see you’re okay.”

“what happened to Tim, I haven’t seen him in a while, is he alright?”

Jay lied “h-he moved, I think he was just wanting to get away from all this.”

Jessica shrugged “fair, what about you then?”

Jay thought to himself finally having closure “i’m gonna move too, i’m just glad to see you’re okay, have a nice day Jessica”

“you too!” she said

as he walked out of the clinic the operator stood next to the door, the camera saw him but jay didn’t.

jay drove off and the camera stopped

The text spoke, i’m done with this investigation.

i’m moving out of state and never thinking about this again.

thank you for the help.

#leo rambles #marble hornets #mh brian #mh jay #mh tim #alex kralie #fanfic

[six-of-aros]

OK

I have just finished watching shadow and bone season two and I have many thoughts, but non of my friends have read the books, just watched the show so I can’t really talk about it with them so here we go. With that said, major shadow and bone spoilers below. Proceed with caution. 

First of all, I accept that the books and the show are two different things, however, some of the book plots just made more sense and also I think it’s weird that the show just takes whatever part of the books they want which messes up the crows whole storyline. 

Alina is alive and not fake dead?? How are they planning on spinning that? And also I was really looking forward to the white hair Alina look because I feel like that was going to be really cool but they just.... skipped that? Also why did she and Mal split up? That made no sense to me. I feel like Alina should have followed Mal, because he’s spent his whole life following her and now it’s her turn. 

David??? My boy??? I’m not supposed to be sad about him now, I’m supposed to be sad later! That part really messed me up. 

One part I loved was seeing Inej and Jesper and Nina all meet for the first time, it was lovely to see the start of that friendship. But Nina and Zoya had basically no reaction to seeing each other? They just kinda, cut to them being in the same room and had a few comments that hinted to a backstory but that was it? 

I liked the Wylan and Jesper backstory better in the books, but I loved their interactions and story on the screen as well. I’m still mourning the loss of the “Just girls?” “Not just girls,” line, which sucks. 

Speaking of missing lines, how about Genya’s iconic “I’m am not ruined, I am ruination,” ? I’m glad she stood up to the queen, but why was the king just dead? 

I absolutely loved Tolya, anytime he brought up poetry I couldn’t help but smile. I’m glad he and Kaz had a poetry moment at the end. 

Also, the whole story in the Shu Han was so cool! I loved seeing countries other than Ravka and Kerch, and anytime a saint popped up in the story I happily grabbed my copy of the lives of saints and felt more connected to the show. 

I love Zoya in this season, I just love Zoya in general but it was easier to justify it to those who haven’t seen her full character with the way she acted during this season. I loved seeing her and Inej team up to take down the nichevo’ya. 

Kaz and Inej make my heart hurt. That’s all .

In terms of Nikolai, I can honestly say I have no complaints. I know his story differed from how it was in the books, but it felt better somehow, having him present throughout the whole battle and having to discover and fight his demon on his own after everything. I don’t know how he’s going to do that with Alina around, but we’ll see how that goes. 

Now for the kicker, the ending. I didn’t like the ending. The ending in the books is so much more poetical, despite Alina’s good intentions, she let her hunger for power get the better of her and she lost it all. She sacrificed everything for her country. Fought, bled, and killed for it, and it still took everything from her. In return, however, her power was given to others so they can continue on her legacy and relieve her of her great burden to destroy the fold. I probably didn’t explain it all that well, but I think it was much better in the books. 

When I tell you I jumped out of my seat and paced around the room for a good five minutes because I saw the bee on Zoya’s shoulder, I mean I fully jumped out of my seat and paced. I might have screamed a little bit as well. 

I’m exciting for the whole Jurda Parem storyline, although I’m not quite sure how they’re going to pull it off with the patchy mess they left of the crooked kingdom book after taking only what they want and scrapping the rest. 

I’m glad they made it Siege and Rising rather than have a whole other season for the third book, I think that worked well and while it felt a little rushed at times it fit the story. 

I loved the show, loved the books, and can’t wait to see what Netflix comes out with next. 

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone spoilers #six of crows #siege and storm #ruin and rising

[hooman4ever]

Hi, just recently found your blog, and I'm really glad you specified that fetishizing little spaces isn't a thing you're willing to do. Like if I was in my little space and someone tried to initiate something sexual I would sob. Would you be willing to write headcanons for the Shape, the Huntress, Ghost face, and the Legion (Frank) with a boyfriend in his little space?

Honestly, I can’t stand people who sexual little space. It is a vulnerable place that people go to in hopes to cope. Not to be seen as ‘UWU’ sexual objects. Honestly, if I was ever sexualized in my little space I would most likely have a panic attack and break down. 

Contains: Fluff, Caregiver/Little Relationships, My first writing covering little space I’m pretty sure, Tantrums, Male Reader

Michael Myers

Michael isn’t sure what to make of it at first. 

Are you alright? Did someone hurt you? What’s wrong [Y/n]?” After learning that you are in fact in a little space Michael is a surprisingly good supervisor– at first at least. 

He will be over vigilant of you. Always hovering over you and watching you. 

If you’re non-verbal when you regress no problem, Michael will be more than fine to not talk. Shocker, I know. Michael will be good at reading your non-verbal cues and will prove to be a surprisingly good caregiver. 

Michael really doesn’t mind caring for you overall and he is content to spend time with you no matter what the both of you are doing. 

Michael will think your the cutest baby boy on the entire earth as he watches you play or when you present one of your plushies/drawings to him.  

While if you call him daddy/papa at first he will be estranged by the name at first but will quickly learn to accept it and grow used to it along with all your other little space antics. 

Michael is surprisingly good when it comes to dealing with tantrums, he is patient and isn’t against waiting out whatever fit you may be having or simply lifting you up. Let’s be honest there is no way you’re fighting this man. 

Even I wouldn’t wanna fight him little space or not and I’m around the same height as him. (First movie not the 2007 one lol)

Doesn’t matter how tall you are Michael is in charge and will care for you even if you don’t want his care at the moment. 

“Then you connect this dot!” Michael was sitting beside you in front of the living room table. One connect the dots coloring book was being shared between you and Michael. Per the larger man's request, you were showing him what to do. Michael let you drag his hand along the paper, the shakey lines on the off-white paper slowly forming a picture. “All done!” you cheered pulling Michael’s hand from the paper before pointing excitedly. “Isn’t it pretty?”

The Huntress

She is immediately to your care, as soon as you regress. Anna doesn’t care what is happening or why she just sees a chance to care for the one she loves and she is in momma mode.

Anna is ecstatic and loves caring for you and spending time with you when you’re in and out of your little space. She is content to watch you play and will join in any chance she gets. 

Will call you her “Sweet baby boy,” in a motherly tone as she rocks you or draws with you. She will practically demand you call her mama/mommy she loves having a caregiver/parent-like role when you get into little space. 

Huntress will start looking forward to when you regress. She is obsessed with caring for someone and if that someone turns out to be you then Anna will feel like the luckiest woman alive. 

Anna will accidentally or purposefully trigger it at times. She just loves to baby you and I don’t know about you but when people I trust baby me in private I start to regress.

Once she learns about how (for some people) she can push you into little space Anna will do it more often wanting to care for you almost more than you want to be cared for. 

Anna is less fit for dealing with tantrums, but she makes due with holding you tight in her arms until you calm down again all while worrying about what's wrong. 

It doesn’t matter how tall or short you are your perfect to Anna and she thinks you're absolutely adorable. 

Gentle humming met your ears. Like warm honey it soothed your mind, your puffy eyes struggling to stay awake. Warmth enveloped you in the form of Anna’s arms. A thumb swiped at your cheek, flicking away the stray tears sliding down your cheek. “It’s okay baby boy,” she cooed slightly rocking. “Everything's okay. Mammas got you.”

Danny, Jed Olsen |Ghostface|

At first, the man thinks it’s a joke. “Oh, good one [Y/n].” *cue you starting to cry because Danny won’t color on the floor with you* “Ah- shit,” 

While Danny won’t be the best at first. Often grumbling or complaining about his newfound responsibility with you. Despite his whining, the longer he spends around you adoring your bright smiles, and adorable grabby hands Danny finds himself slowly inching to the floor beside you, crayon in hand. 

Pre entity, he spoils you rotten. You have a fully decked-out playroom filled with everything your little self will need and want. 

Danny quickly learns to love coming home from a long stressful day as ‘Jed’ to see his favorite boy waiting for him on the sofa. Cartoons playing on the TV and plushie tucked in your arms. He finds joy in simply holding you tucked into his side while watching you draw or play. 

If anyone asks him about if he enjoys caring for you? He denies it without question but when the both of you are alone in the confines of your home Danny is all cooes and love. 

Calls you a range of names from “Baby boy,” to “My little sunshine,” 

Danny doesn’t care if you're 6' or smaller, Danny here won’t hesitate to scold you if you're throwing a tantrum. Depending on what it’s about the man will either simply pick you up or he’ll comfort you all while shushing you and telling you it’ll be all right. 

I could definitely see Danny as a proud caregiver after he gets over all his original hesitance. The man will be out shopping for a new toy or sippy for you and when questioned about the items he will boast about his “Little man,”. 

Laughing filled Danny’s apartment, the floor littered in toys as you and Danny stood perched on the opposite sides of your playroom. Danny wiggled his fingers your way teasingly before lunging forward. Shrieking you took off, jumping over a few plushies you were running from Danny, giggles falling from your lips the whole time as he roared behind you overdramatically. “Watch out sunshine, I’m gonna get you!”

Danny kept true to his word as his arms wrapped around your waist. Lifting you up and swaddling you in his arms. “I got you now!” 

Frank Morrison |The Legion| 

This asshole 100% has no tact. When he first sees you regress he will laugh asking why you're acting weird in a not-so-nice way. As soon as he sees the waterworks and shaking lower lip Frank’s stomach drops. 

Man will not get it unless you explain it to him. After he finally understands how you regress he will feel like a total ass. 

Frank will apologetically offer up a plushie from his childhood to try and make amends. While the whole him taking care of you situation will weird him out at first he finds it surprisingly easy to fall into a rhythm with you and your regressing.

Frank won’t find an insane amount of joy in caring for you but he will adore the little wholesome moments where the both of you get to laying together on the floor, paper, and crayons in hand. He adores the night where the both of you curl up into one another with cartoons playing as you snore away. 

Tantrums, however, are far from Franks's strong suit. He isn’t good at dealing with them at all with him having his own explosive temper. Will most likely end up yelling at you and making everything worse. Frank will take a long time but eventually, he will learn how to better deal with your tantrums. 

He will call you by name most of the time but once he gets more comfortable in your little/caregiver roles he will start calling you things like “Baby boy,” and “Sweetpea,” when he’s feeling extra soft. 

Fingers carded through your hair, Frank tussled the strands between his fingers. He was watching as your hands moved. Color scribbling across the once blank paper in front of the both of you. Blobs of color quickly formed all while you were tucked into Frank’s side. “What’s that?” the man questioned, pointing to a particularly messy blob of brown. 

You slowly turned to Frank a look of incredulous on your face. “A dog– have you never seen a dog before?!” Frank snorted at this aggressively shaking your hair making you whine in protest “Of course I’ve seen a dog! What kind of question is that?” despite his tone the fond smile playing on his lips gave Frank away. 

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[mackenzielovee]

Hi bestie, your writing is just 👩‍🍳💋. If possible to do a y/n with Rafe where they fight and reader sleeps in the guest room. When Rafe realizes y/n is not in their bedroom goes and sleeps in the guest room with them.

a/n: hey baby! thank you so much for requesting this. it was fun to write. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, smut (fingering, kissing), mentions of drug use/abuse

Word Count: 2.4k+

my writing

apologies - rafe cameron

You stop pacing Rafe's bedroom to check your phone once again. The time keeps ticking by, and Rafe keeps not calling you back. He was supposed to be home hours ago; the two of you had plans to go out to the dock and eat dinner, hanging out and watching the sky. He had told you to be at his house at eight. It's now nearing midnight, and you haven't heard a peep. You pick up your phone to dial him again just as his door knob turns and Rafe slowly peaks his head in the room.

When he brings his eyes up to yours, he smiles quickly and sweetly, knowing he's in trouble but trying to soften to you up. You throw your phone back down on his bed and turn around, setting your hands on your hips and taking a deep breath. At least he's fine.

"Hey, baby," Rafe speaks, his voice sickeningly sweet.

You turn back around and watch as he carefully enters the room and closes the door, putting his back up against it. It's like he's trying to take up as little room as possible.

"Well, now that I know you're alive, I'm just gonna go home," you sigh, picking up your phone once again from the bed. Rafe takes a step forward, then another, then sets his hands on your arms to try and stop you from moving.

"No, baby, please don't leave," he says. Your eyes flicker up to his, and you instantly notice how bloodshot they are. You take another deep breath and close your eyes, ready to ask him the question you know you don't want the answer to.

"Rafe," you start, your voice calm, "Please tell me you are not high right now."

"I'm not high right now," Rafe says too fast. You look up at him again and can tell instantly that he's lying.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Rafe?" you raise your voice, squirming from his grip, "You're almost four hours late, you come back high, and then you lie about it?"

"Don't fucking yell at me, all right?" Rafe says, even though he raises his voice at you in return.

You roll your eyes and start grabbing your stuff, shoving it into your bag. You just want to go home and not deal with all of this right now.

"Where are you gonna go?" he asks you, his voice thick and accusing.

"Home," you mutter. Rafe scoffs, earning your attention.

"It's midnight and raining out. Just fucking sleep here and we'll work it out in the morning."

You roll your eyes at him and continue stuffing shit into the bag. Rafe comes over and grabs onto your wrists, stopping you from packing.

"Baby," he says, his voice softer, "Just chill for a second so I can explain, okay?"

You shrug and nod, telling him silently to go ahead and try to explain himself. He swallows before he speaks, so you know this will be good.

"Okay, well, I was out, y'know, with Topper and Kelce, right? We were at the Club. And Barry came by and started saying some shit to me and it just turned into a mess, okay? I had to handle shit with my sister and her dumbass friends and Topper's all pissed off because she's with John B now-"

"Rafe," you stop him, "I'm missing the part where you forgot to call for four hours and then got high."

He stares down at you, looking almost blindsided by the fact that you're asking him that, then nods his head.

"Okay, yeah," he says, more to himself than to you, "I uh, I lost my phone for a bit."

"You lost your phone for a bit?" you repeat, "Like, it died?"

Rafe considers that for a moment, then ultimately shakes his head.

"No, I just lost it at the Club."

You laugh and nod your head, finally understanding, "Oh, so you were too coked out to keep track of your shit? Nice, Rafe. I'm really glad you felt the need to get high out of your mind before you spend the night with me. That makes me feel really good."

You side-step him and continue to collect your things while Rafe throws his hands up in the air out of frustration.

"Jesus, that's not what it's about," he groans, "Barry showing up just threw me off and it fucking stressed me out-"

"You don't have to do coke every time you get stressed out, Rafe!" you turn and scream at him. He moves his head back and stares at you, clearly hurt by your outburst.

"Okay, look, I apologized-"

"You didn't, actually," you interrupt him, watching as Rafe replays this whole interaction over in his head and realizes he, in fact, has not actually apologized.

"All right. I am so sorry that I wasn't home on time and that I didn't call. Some shit just came up and I had to handle it but it was shitty of me not to call. If the tables were turned, I'd be mad, too. So, I'm sorry, baby."

Your shoulders fall as you start to melt under his term of endearment for you. Even after being together for so long, him calling you 'baby' still makes butterflies go crazy in your stomach.

"I accept your apology," you say quietly, watching his eyes shoot up to yours and a grin erupt on his face, "But I'm still gonna go home. You wasted my night, Rafe. I just want to be by myself."

His eyes fall to the floor again as he speaks, "It's pouring. Please just stay. I'll drive you home in the morning."

You stare at the boy, the man, you love so much and give in. Him worrying about you is always enough to make your heart melt, no matter how mad you can get at him.

"Fine," you mumble, dropping your bag onto the floor of Rafe's bedroom.

Rafe comes over and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and holding you tightly. He pretends to not get upset when you don't return his hug. You're still mad, annoyed, and frustrated.

"I'm gonna go shower," you tell him as you pull away.

He wants to ask if he can join you, but he knows you're not in the mood for him to be playing around. So, he lets go of you and watches as you walk over to his bathroom door and close the door behind you.

You take a long shower. The warm water feels so good on your stressed muscles and Rafe being in the other room and not with you is comforting as well. Of course, you love him, but you also love your space and need to not be around him sometimes.

When you come out of the bathroom, only wrapped in a towel, you find Rafe fast asleep on his side of the bed. You try not to be upset with him because you know he had a stressful day and hr's exhausted, but you're also mad because of everything plus the fact that he's high and pretty much just passed out on you.

You pick up one of Rafe's shirts from the floor and then slide a pair of his boxers on, then grab your phone and head for the door. There's a guest room down the hall from Rafe's bedroom that you are going to sleep in, because you want to be alone and you really don't want to listen to Rafe snore all night after he's already irritated the shit out of you.

Your bare feet scurry across the hardwood floor and over to the guest room door, quietly pushing it open and slipping inside. You pull the covers back on the bed and crawl inside, relieved to be cuddling into a bed even if it isn't your own. The sleep is already trying to take over your body, so you don't even have time to browse your phone. It's time for sleep.

Almost the second your head hits the pillow, you're out. All of that worrying about where Rafe had been and if he had been okay had really worn you out.

You're waken up from your sleep when you hear the guest bedroom door creak open. Everything in the Cameron house is ancient, so everything creaks and cracks. You turn around in the bed and face the door, seeing your boyfriend's face squished in the doorway. He smiles softly when he sees you, but you can still see the sleep lining his eyes.

"Rafe," you grumble, pulling the sheets over your head.

"Baby," he says back, a playfulness in his voice.

He comes into the room and closes the door softly behind him. You feel him try to pull the sheets up from your grip, so you pull them tighter.

"Scoot over, baby," he whispers, so you sigh but obey.

Rafe breaks the sheets from your grasp and dives into the bed beside you, quick to wrap one of his arms around you and pull you close.

"I was worried when I woke up and you were gone," he admits to you, staring at the ceiling, "Why are you sleeping in here?"

You sigh, not really wanting to talk. You just want your sleep. Clearly, Rafe has other plans.

"You were already asleep when I got out of the shower," you say, attitude present in your voice.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he says quickly, "I just crashed."

You want to make a comment about how, of course he crashed, because he was high when he got home. Instead, you move your head down to his chest, making him relax.

"It's okay," you barely whisper.

Rafe sighs, knowing it's not, "I'm going to do better."

You don't respond. You can feel yourself starting to get emotional at his promises, because he's made them before.

"I mean it, baby," he tells you when you don't answer, "I really fucked up tonight. I know that. I never, ever meant to skip out on a date with you or make you angry with me. I made a really bad judgment call and it will never happen again."

You bury your face into his chest, finally allowing yourself to completely breathe him in for the first time tonight. Although Rafe screws up a lot, one thing he does well is apologize. He's said absolutely everything that you have wanted to hear since he ran late tonight.

"Promise me," you say against him, feeling your tears start to come up again.

"I promise you."

You look up at him in the darkness, then crawl up against his body to leave a kiss on his lips. It's gentle and sweet, leaving Rafe wanting more when you pull away.

"I forgive you," you tell him, bringing a hand up to play with his hair. He closes his eyes under your touch, grateful to have such an amazing woman by his side.

"I love you so much, baby," he whispers.

"I love you, too," you reply, then sit up in the bed.

You crawl on top of your boyfriend, feeling him sit up so you can have a better seat on his lap. You straddle him and bring your lips down his cheeks and to his neck, knowing you're getting to him when he moves his head to the side to give you more space to work with.

"Mmm," he hums, his hands falling all the way back to shamelessly grab your ass.

"Just because we missed our date doesn't mean we have to skip out on the best part," you whisper in his ear, purposely trying to drive him crazy. It works, because he lets out a moan at your words.

"Holy shit, that's right, baby," he nods, leaning forward and kissing you. He bites your bottom lip and pulls it back before he let's go, knowing you love when he does that.

"You're gonna take care of me, right?" you ask him, keeping your voice low.

He brings one hand around from your ass and starts to rub you through his own boxers you have on, smirking when he realizes why the fabric feels so familiar.

"Don't I always?" he asks, "You were so mad at me earlier, and still put my fucking boxers on, huh?"

You grin but bury your head in his neck so he can't tell. Rafe's smirk just widens when you don't respond, so he slowly and carefully brings his hands up to the top of the boxers, then bringing his hands down to your core. You know he's going slow on purpose to tease you, and it's working. He always drives you crazy.

"Rafe," you finally whine, wanting him to do something other than graze your center.

"Hmm, baby? You want more?"

He smirks when he can feel you get even wetter as he speaks. He knows exactly what turns you on.

"Yes, please," you nod, doing your best to not sound impatient.

"So polite, baby," he grins, bringing his lips to your cheek and down to your neck as he pushes his fingers in you.

You moan as two fingers enter you, feeling Rafe start to move them in and out immediately. His grin only widens as he watches you, even being able to see you with your mouth open through the darkness.

"Keep going," you tell him, moaning once again at how good he feels.

He starts to go faster, then brings his other hand up to your mouth and sticks two of those fingers in your mouth.

"I want to hear you," he says quietly, "I know how loud you can get. But I don't want to get us in trouble. Okay, princess?"

You nod, sucking on his fingers in your mouth. He moans and moves his fingers in and out of you even faster. He feels you clench around him, so he knows you're ready. He looks up into your eyes and then pushes his fingers back further into your mouth.

"Come for me, baby, I've got you."

You nod and clench again, then come only a minute later. He smirks as he removes two separate sets of his fingers from your body, bringing the ones that been buried inside your core up to his lips.

"Jesus," you groan, watching him as he licks his fingers clean through the darkness.

"You better not be exhausted, I'm not done with you yet," he warns you.

You smile and lean forward, kissing him roughly and moving your hips against his. He moans in your mouth, not being able to contain himself.

"Shit," he swears when you pull away, "I'm gonna fuck up more often."

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[unfoundhoney]

a sister’s sacrifice ; part three ↠

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↠ part one ; part two ; part three ;

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when considering the deaths of the people on the dream smp server, yours is the hardest

schlatt was detested by all when he’d died

few people still truly cared for wilbur when he met his end; the man he once was was long gone by then

but you

you never changed

you were a constant for so many & immovably kind to the rest

selfless, giving, caring

even when you just wanted an escape, you came to the aid of your brothers

you gave the ultimate sacrifice & paid the price

everyone mourns you

when the battle is won & dream locked away indefinitely

once everyone has come down from the high of freeing themselves from dream’s reign, the server goes into a state of grieving

there’s no denying your death

they all saw the message in chat

you’re dead

those that were close to you took it hard

niki was narrowly stopped from burning down the bakery you encouraged her to open and helped build

eret put her emotions into work on a memorial in their museum for you

even under the egg’s control, bad & ant put the eggpire aside for you

of course, those who took it the hardest is your family

when ghostbur learns of your death, he’s distraught

he doesn’t quite know how to handle the information

he protects your home & only allows people to enter when he supervises them

tommy took a while to move past his anger & deal with the fact that you’re gone

tubbo ran off to start snowchester

he chose to distract himself rather than truly process his emotions, even if you’d always done your best to break that habit of his

now that you’re not around, who’s to stop him from letting himself be numb to it all?

techno is another one of your family members who chose to barely acknowledge your passing

he became somehow more monotonous & emotionless

and phil

...

there’s no word for a parent who loses a child

wilbur was gone & of course it messed phil up to be the one to take will’s last life but by that point his son was gone

but you

you’d always been such a genuinely good person

phil did so little for you as a father

he was so absent

he never apologized to you for that

he never told you how much he loves & appreciates you & everything you’ve done to keep their family together when he couldn’t be bothered

it’s a few hours after he received the news from ranboo that all the guilt for everything he had ever put you through hit him

he broke down in his kitchen while trying to distract himself by organizing his cupboards

but all he could think about was you

you & your never ending kindness & compassion

he was never a father to you

yet you never hated him

why couldn’t you have hated him?

it would hurt less to lose you if you hated him; it’s what he deserves

he’s unworthy of your love

but he can only dwell so long on you

you are given a proper funeral

you’re buried by the seashore, somewhere between l’manberg and tommy’s abandoned vacation homes in an open field

the sever members plant so many flowers, your gravesite becomes a flower field

but soon, life goes on

it will only hurt for longer to draw out the mourning period

it would do no good for anyone

besides, you wouldn’t want the server to be sad for your sake

techno supposes it’s for the best that you died

he does his best to move on, filling his days with resource gathering and upgrading his tools, weapons, and armor while trying to think through his emotions logically

as much as he liked you

as much as everyone liked you, you were too good

you were the best of them

fate is not kind to heroes

“hello!”

technoblade is not an easy man to sneak up on, let alone scare

the greeting itself isn’t want startles him

it’s turning toward the voice to lock eyes with you

you who is dead

techno is not proud of the sound he made when he saw you but you of all people wouldn’t make fun of him for it

he just stares at you, slowly realizing what’s happened

you look desaturated, the color drained from your clothes

your skin is grey & almost translucent

you’re a ghost

“y/n.”

“hello! who are you?”

techno tells no on one of your ghost form

he even keeps the rest of the server a secret from you

he leads you to your old home & leaves you there w/ ghostbur

he hopes your and ghostbur’s combined amnesia will keep you out of harm’s way i.e. the rest of the server

he visits you occasionally but mostly leaves you be

you live happily with ghostbur for a while

he is very glad to have you back

his memory is nearly as bad as yours, so the story of the server & what happened to you when you were alive is only given to you in bits & pieces that are near impossible to fit together

it was only a matter of time before someone came to visit your house

“...y/n?”

it’s tubbo who finds you first

or he finds your ghost

(tubbo) y/n! oh my god! you’re a ghost! you’ve come back!

(you) hello! *whispers* ghostbur, who is this?

(ghostbur, whispering obviously) that’s tubbo, one of your other brothers i’ve told you about

(you, whispering) oh, right

(tubbo) how long have you- oh, this is incredible! i have to tell tommy! he’s been so sad since you died; he’ll be so glad to see you!

tubbo messages tommy, who is skeptical but reluctantly comes to your house anyway

but there you are

your ghost anyway

which is good enough, honestly

(tommy) y/n!

you catch him in a hug easily, even if you’ve never met him before

(tommy) you’re alive!

(you) no i’m not. i’m a ghost!

techno happens to check in on you when tubbo & tommy are there

bad news for technoblade: you’d told them about techno leading you here

meaning: tommy knows techno hid you from him & everyone else

needless to say, he is not too happy about that

(tommy) you hid her! you kept her away from us!

(techno) tommy, you have to understand-

(tommy) i don’t have to understand shit! you hid her from us! you lied to us!

(techno) tommy-

(tommy) you kept her from everyone! you’re selfish and you’re a liar and you’re horrible and-

(techno) i did it to protect her! she’s been hurt enough protecting others; it’s our turn to protect her. the only way we can do that is by leaving her alone

(tommy) she’s my sister

(techno) your sister is dead, tommy. for once in her life, let her have peace

tommy gives up on techno & goes to you instead

(tommy) y/n! y/n, we can bring you back. we can revive you. well, dream can revive you but he’s in prison so he has to do what we say so we can bring you back. we can be a family again. don’t you want to come back?

(you) ...no

that

...

that isn’t what tommy was expecting

(tommy) what?

(you) if alive y/n comes back, i won’t exist anymore. and i’ve only just got here. i don’t want to go yet

(tommy) don’t you understand how much y/n means to me? y/n has to come back. she has to. she’s so important. not just to me but to, um... tubbo as well! right, tubbo? don’t you want y/n back?

tommy looks to tubbo for some backup but the shorter boy looks away

(tubbo) i think we need to let y/n go, tommy

the betrayal that fills tommy’s chest is soon gone as he locks eyes with techno

tommy knows techno is right

you’re too much of a good person

you’re too willing to sacrifice yourself for others

even as a ghost your kindness is blinding

this server will only drain you of everything you have yet again

he will drain you of everything you are

he’s just tried to convince you to cease to exist to bring back the former version of yourself

(you) i’m sorry. it’s just- i’ve heard there are these really pretty blue flowers in the swamp biome that i haven’t got to see yet-

(tommy) no. it’s fine. i’m sorry. i-... i should go.

tommy leaves your house & tubbo goes with him

even if tubbo caught on a bit sooner to techno’s reasoning, he’s still concerned at his friend’s sudden change in character

(tubbo) tommy... are you alright?

(tommy) ...i really want her back

(tubbo) i do, too. but she’s gone

(tommy) she doesn’t have to be

tubbo can’t argue with that

(tommy) but... maybe it’s for the best

(tubbo) really?

(tommy) yeah.

(tubbo) but just earlier you were telling me about your plan to get the revive book from dream

(tommy) techno’s right, tubbo. all everyone- myself included- has ever done to y/n is take. and she’s given everything

(tubbo) because she loved us

(tommy) as much as she loved us and as much as we loved her... the only thing we’ve ever brought her is pain. i think now... now is her time to rest.

(tubbo) ...that’s very pog champ of you, big man

tommy had planned to visit dream as many times as it took to get the revive book location off of him so he could revive you, but now he’s accepted that he needs to move on

he needs to move on from you & dream & everything dream has put him through

he decides to pay one last visit to dream, put him behind him, & never look back

he’s ready to start a new chapter in his life, one without dream

and the first one without you

but then he’s locked in the prison

two weeks pass

nearing three weeks & tommy still isn’t allowed out of dream’s cell

he’s irritated and annoyed and most of all he’s scared

but he can’t let dream know he’s still afraid of him, that’s why he pisses dream off enough to the point of being beat to death

tommy begs him to stop

but then he’s gone

everything is dark

black

empty

nothing

is this what death is?

conscious in absolute nothingness?

tommy’s feet feel the ground beneath him

his senses come back to him

it’s still dark but he feels as though he can see again

where is he?

heaven?

no, probably hell

or maybe neither?

both...?

what the hell happened?

the first thing to break the silence is the voice tommy has known since he was an infant

the voice of the person who raised him

the voice of the person who has always been there for him

the voice of the person who he has finally let go of

your voice

saying one simple word

“tommy?”

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[agustdakasuga]

Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 19

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

Today’s the day. No more running away. It’s time to face the truth. 

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

When you stirred awake, your eyes widened and you shot up. You looked around the room and realised that you were in Namjoon’s room, the multiple books on the shelves being a dead giveaway. On the nightstand beside you was a scribbled note. 

‘Had to attend a meeting. Take the day off and rest. - Namjoon’

You sighed, falling back onto the bed. Looking down, you weren’t in your dress anymore. You only hoped that the boys weren’t daring enough to change you and in your drunk stupor, you were able to change yourself. 

“Kill me.” You screamed into the pillow. 

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Go away.” You groaned. 

“Good morning.” Taehyung came in with a grin. You sat up in annoyance, running your fingers through your hair in an attempt to undo all the tangled knots from your sleep. 

“Here, this will help.” Taehyung poked your shoulder. He handed you the hangover pill and a glass of lemon water. 

“Thanks...” You swallowed the pill with the cold liquid. Sighing tiredly, you fell back onto Namjoon’s pillow. Since it was obvious that you slept next to the guy, who is also your boss, you didn’t care that Taehyung was seeing you enjoying the warmth and comfort of Namjoon’s bed. After all, you were too tired and hungover to care. 

“Hey, Taehyung. Where’s Jimin?” You asked. 

“Still sleeping. Whenever Jimin drinks as much as he did last night, he sleeps for a really long time. Like... until the following evening.” Taehyung shrugged. You nodded your head. 

“Do you... feel better? After last night.” Taehyung seemed a little cautious with his question. 

“Do I feel better? Well, I did feel more relaxed last night at the club. But right now, my stomach is churning and my head is pounding so not really.” You chuckled. Seeing that you still joked around, Taehyung grinned. 

“Need help getting back to your room?” 

“I can manage.” You forced a smile. Taehyung just let you grab onto his arm to stand up. He walked beside you just to keep you company. 

“Wait, Tae. Did... anything happen last night when Jimin and I came home from the bar?” You grabbed his wrist suddenly, startling the boy. He blinked, turning to look at you. 

“What do you mean?” He tilted his head. 

“Well, I obviously don’t remember how I even came home last night. And something must have happened for me to end up in Namjoon’s bed. Also, I know how bad I can get when I’m drunk. So tell me, how bad was it?” You interrogated. 

“You weren’t bad, doc. Don’t worry.” He assured. You let out a sigh of relief at his words. 

“You were cute.” He added with a snicker. You froze in your spot as your eyes widened. Just how drunk were you last night? That itself made you feel like throwing up even more. 

“I need to see Jimin and... or Namjoon.” You detoured and left his side. Taehyung trailed behind you as you went downstairs. 

“Wait, I wanted to ask-”

“Oh, (y/n)! You’re awake!” Jungkook ran over to you excitedly, cutting Taehyung off. You gave the youngest a slightly weird look, taking a step back. Why was he so excited?

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing. I need to see Namjoon.” You cleared your throat. 

“Oh, come on! You already didn’t want to leave his side last night! And now, you’re already looking for him the moment you wake up! What about me?!” Jungkook growled unhappily. You cupped a hand over your mouth to mask your shock. Behind you, Taehyung was sending signals to Jungkook to stop scaring you about last night. 

“Doc? I thought I heard you.” Namjoon poked his head out from behind the pillar, walking over. You gave an awkward wave. 

“Morning?” You rubbed the back of your neck, embarrassed. Namjoon chuckled, still finding your adorable, as he patted the top of your head. You shrunk back. 

“Uh, Namjoon... I didn’t do anything weird last night... Did I?” 

“No, you’re good.” He ruffled your hair. Before you could question him further, Hoseok came and tapped the watch on his wrist. 

“Listen, doc. We’ll talk when I get back.” Namjoon waved to everyone and rushed off with Hoseok, who winked at you with a giggle. Just then, Jin came out of the kitchen with a maid behind him. The maid placed a bowl of warm rice porridge on the table for you. 

“Here. It’ll make you feel better. It’s abalone porridge.” Jin said. 

“Thank you. I really needed this.” You took a spoon. The boys hung around you as you ate your food. 

“I’m hungover, not unstable. You guys don’t have to wait for me. Go do your work or something.” You raised your eyebrow at them. The boys cast each other looks but didn’t move. 

“It’s okay.” Taehyung said. 

“So, (y/n)-”

“I’m done eating. Namjoon said it’s my day off so run along. Go do whatever you mafia guys do.” You waved them off like little kids. You didn’t even hear Jin as you jogged up the stairs and disappeared into the hallway.

“Yoongi? You there?” You knocked on his room door. There was no reply. Even when you pressed your ear to the door, there was no sound of movement or any grunts. 

“Doctor. Are you looking for young master Yoongi?” The sudden appearance of the butler made you jump. 

“Uh... yeah. But it’s nothing important.” You blushed.

“Young master Yoongi just came back from a lunch appointment. He is in the other wing.” He informed. You nodded your head, thanking him with a pat on the shoulder before shuffling over to the other wing of the house. Your hand hovered over the golden handles of the double doors. The last time you were here, you weren’t exact the most comfortable. 

“Y-Yoongi?” You called out as you entered. For the first time, the wing was so silent and dark. Heading up the stairs, you looked at the various labelled doors that lined the hallways. 

‘Min Yoongi’

You knocked but again, there was no reply. Pursing your lips, you decided to go in anyway. It was a simple office, monochromatic with some dark blues.

“What are you doing here?” Yoongi’s sudden voice shocked you. You turned around to face the male, who had a stoic look on his face. In his hand was a crystal glass with whiskey. 

“Looking for you.” You replied. Duh. He nodded his head slowly, entering the office and closing the door behind him. He took a sip of his drink. 

“Want some?” He shook his glass. 

“No, thanks. Hungover.” You cringed as you pointed to your still throbbing temple. 

“Right. You were quite different last night. I don’t think any of us have ever seen you like that before. You didn’t want to let Namjoon go because of his ‘cute dimples’.” He said. Your jaw dropped slightly as you held your cheeks, totally wanting to bury yourself right now. 

“Namjoon said I didn’t do anything weird.” You whimpered. 

“Right...” Yoongi gave a slightly amused face. 

“Actually, I wanted to talk about-” You were cut off when Yoongi tugged you by your arm into his embrace. He resting his eyes against your shoulder, arms around your waist tightly. 

“Why doesn’t he want to get better?” He whispered, fists bunching the back of your shirt. 

“Yoongi...” 

“I went to see him. He didn’t even want to see me. But I just had to know... why he doesn’t want to be treated. He just... accepts it. Accepts that he is going to die.” He started to shake a little, voice cracking.

“I promised to stay awake if he lets me help him. But even then, he didn’t want it.” You smoothed to back of his head, remembering what Jimin told you. 

“Yoongi hyung always wanted to be close to his brother. But his father never allowed Geumjae hyung and Geumjae’s mother near them.” Jimin explained as he sipped his drink.

“Why?” 

“Geumjae hyung was the son of his past lover. Sure, he allowed the mother and son to stay in the same estate and still provided for them, a little. But as a kid, when Yoongi went to find Geumjae hyung to play, his father would get so angry and punish them, especially Geumjae hyung. That’s when Yoongi hyung’s father adopted Hoseok hyung.” Jimin shrugged. 

“That’s horrible. He’d rather adopt another child than to let both his sons be siblings.” You shook your head. 

“That’s how Yoongi hyung’s father was.” Jimin sighed. 

“I’m glad I never have to meet him.” 

“Once Geumjae hyung was old enough to provide for himself and his mother, he moved them out of the family estate. When Yoongi hyung found them again, apparently Geumjae hyung’s mom had already passed away.” Jimin said. 

“She passed away?” You asked. 

“According to Geumjae hyung, even as his mother grew older, she was mentally unstable. From the heartbreak and abandonment...” 

“I can imagine how hard it must have been for Geumjae to watch his mother go through that, and not be able to get over it, even as she aged.” You felt sad for Geumjae and Yoongi.

“Geumjae hyung’s resentment just... carried on to Yoongi hyung. I guess Geumjae hyung felt that he and his mother were replaced. Rather than blame a dead man, he’d rather blame Yoongi hyung.” Jimin finished, ordering another round of drinks. 

“And even so, Yoongi still wants to help him when he’s sick.” You looked at your empty glass. 

“To Yoongi hyung, just knowing you still have family alive is enough.”

“I’m sorry things turned out like this, Yoongi.” Pulling away, you looked at his face. He looked so exhausted and emotionally drained, even if it had only been one day. 

“You should rest, Yoon. You’ve had a long day.” You told him, taking the glass from his hand. Usually, Yoongi would snap at whoever takes his drink from him but with you, he let you take it without a fight. 

“Let’s go?” Yoongi waited for you at the door of his office. You nodded, walking with him out of the other wing. 

“Jimin will be asleep the rest of the day. He doesn’t usually get tipsy but he does sleep for a while after a night of drinking.” He informed. 

“Yeah, Tae told me.” You chuckled. 

“I hope you don’t mind that Jimin told me a little background about you and your brother. I just wanted to understand a little bit more... which I did. That’s why I was looking for you, to talk to you and maybe, understand a little more.” You said, putting your hands in your pockets. You were ready for him to get angry that you invaded his private life.

“Jimin knows what to share about my past on my behalf. I trust him.” He shrugged and you let out a mental sigh of relief. The both of you stopped in front of Yoongi’s bedroom. 

“Rest well.” You wished. 

“You too.” He forced a smile. Just as you were about to turn to head to your own room, you heard him clear his throat. 

“Actually, (y/n)...” He rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Hmm?” You titled your head. 

“Nevermind.” He shook his head before entering his room and shutting the door. You stared at the black door for a few seconds before you shrugged and headed back to your own room. 

“Jimin?!” You opened your bedroom door and was shocked to see the male in your bed. He was sleeping soundly, hugging your pillow. You fed Kookie his lunch before heading over to peek at Jimin. True to that, he was really fast asleep. You sighed with your hands on your hips. 

“I’m always finding you or Jungkook in my bed. And lately, Taehyung too.” You shook your head but of course, he didn’t respond. 

“At least scoot over.” You chuckled, pushing him to the side before you slid in, under the covers. Jimin didn’t even stir as you moved him or stole your pillow back from him. 

“Goodnight... I guess?” You closed your eyes. 

-

“Wait, you didn’t ask her?” The older ones all asked their maknae with crossed arms. They were in disbelief, having believed that Jungkook would be the first one to ask you to the ball. 

“I was going to. But Yoongi hyung just had to come and start such big drama.” Jungkook glared. Yoongi rolled his eyes with a snort. 

“Well, you did the same to me when I was going to ask her!” Taehyung sneered. Jungkook frowned. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t ask her.” Jin turned to Jimin. 

“That night out was for her to let go of her stress. It was about her, not me.” Jimin shrugged. The boys were all squabbling downstairs. When this whole ‘plus 1′ incident came up, they all planned to individually ask you to the ball that was taking place tonight but somehow, they all kept getting interrupted by each other. 

“She fell asleep before I could ask her. I was supposed to ask her when I got back but I was busy cleaning someone’s mess up.” Namjoon hissed, looking at Jimin, who was more interested in inspecting his nail bed. 

“Can we get back to this? So no one asked her?” Yoongi broke all the arguments and squabbles. 

“You didn’t ask her? I heard from one of the butlers you were with her in the other wing for a while. You could have asked her.” Jin asked. 

“No... There were more important things to discuss.” He crossed his arms. 

“The plan was to have someone ask her! Rather it be one of us than some stranger!” Hoseok said, annoyed. 

“I’m ready!” Your voice was heard. The boys were not ready for what they saw. You were in a light blue dress, the bodice decorated with intricate floral lace patterns and sparkles, the ends of the skirt just brushing against the floor. 

“Wow.” The boys were speechless. It would be cliche to say you looked like a princess but you did. 

“Is it too much?” You raised an eyebrow with an amused laugh. The boys didn’t say anything but shook their heads, you were mesmerising. Although, what was able to break them out of their trance was when you walked forward to sling arms with Jin. He smiled down at you. 

“H-Hyung... Y-You...” 

“Jin asked if I had a ‘plus 1′ to tonight and I was so busy to find someone to go with me. He offered to be my partner for tonight and I didn’t have any objection.” You shrugged. 

“I never said I didn’t ask her.” Jin snickered. The rest all looked at him with wide eyes of betrayal. 

“Let’s go.” Jin patted your hand and led you out. The other 6 trailed behind, glaring daggers into the back of Jin’s head. Jin opened the door of his chauffeur limousine for you. You bowed your head slightly and slid in. 

“Hyung!” Jungkook shouted in outrage. 

“All’s fair in love and war. Don’t worry, I know what to do.” Jin waved the others off. Hoseok went to the other door. 

“Nu uh. This is for me and her. You guys ride separately.” Jin pointed to the other car behind. Their jaws dropped, their cunning hyung already had everything planned. He played them and they fell for it like fools! Unwillingly, they trudged to the car while Jin slid into the seat beside you. You tilted your head in confusion. 

“Don’t worry about them.” Jin chuckled. 

“I’m excited to be going to an event where I don’t have my parents giving me a full briefing on who is who and what is what.” You smiled, smoothing your dress down. 

“Yes, it’s a celebration for you too, doc. You deserve to enjoy it” Jin nodded his head. When the car stopped, the door was opened for you. 

“Good evening.” The staff bowed deeply to you and Jin. 

“Hey.” You greeted them. 

“Bosses!” Seeing you and Jin, with the other 6 behind, everyone in the ballroom stopped to give the 8 of you a deep bow. Namjoon walked down first while you stayed behind Jin. The boys were received with big smiles and hugs. 

“Come on, (y/n). Let’s go to the bar!” The maknaes were quick to steal you when they saw Jin distracted, speaking to the manager for his casino. You giggled, following their lead. All of you ordered your drinks and clinked your glasses together. 

“Don’t you guys have people to greet too?” You asked the 3 boys, sipping from your glass. 

“Nah.” Taehyung waved you off. 

“Are you guys starting the party without us?” The 4 older ones soon joined. They ordered their drinks to toast with you. The 8 of you clinked all your glasses together with cheer. 

“To, doc!” Hoseok grinned. 

“To preventing us from dying!” Jimin added and everyone burst out laughing. You drank your drinks in one shot. 

“I was just doing my job, boys. It was no big deal, really.” You smiled softly, looking at all of them. It wasn’t long until they were all being pulled away by their staff to talk. 

“We’ll be back! Stay right here, I’ll come get you. There’s another surprise for you.” Jin winked. You nodded your head, waving with a smile as he was dragged away. You grabbed a plate of food and stayed by the bar, picking at the food with the forks. Some of the boys’ workers that you recognised came to chat and speak with you. 

“Ah, please excuse me.” You said as you slipped away from the conversation, heading to the washroom. 

“Ugh, finally. Some peace and quiet.” Yoongi grumbled as he stepped out onto the big balcony with his brothers. The others nodded in agreement, finally getting some space to breathe. 

“Where’s (y/n)?” Jungkook asked. 

“Jin hyung went to get her. I mean, afterall, she is his date tonight.” Namjoon chuckled. 

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Jungkook said sourly. It was safe to say, the other 6 were still not over the fact that their eldest was able to sneak past all of them to ask you to be his partner for the event tonight. 

“Whatever, after tonight, hopefully we’ll all have the chance to take her out on a date one day.” Hoseok comforted the maknae. 

“That’s if she decides to accept us.” Yoongi snorted. 

“I think I see hyung coming! Everyone, stand together.” Taehyung said excitedly. All the boys straightened up, standing in a sort of straight line. But they were not expecting Jin to run out of the ballroom alone, a look of fear and panic on his face. 

“(y/n)’s gone.” Jin announced. 

~~ 

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[redrobin-detective]

because I could not stop for death

because I could not stop for death / he kindly stopped for me / the carriage held but just ourselves / and immortality ~ Emily Dickinson

Danny Fenton was dying, properly this time.

Somehow, in the back of his head and in his worst nightmares, he knew it would end this way: bleeding on the floor of his parents’ lab where it had all began. He was so hot he felt like his skin was on fire, blood and ectoplasm were dripping all over him and his lungs and heart were working overtime to try in vain to keep him alive a moment longer. He’d imagined at the time that there would be more screaming but death, in the end, was turning out to be a quiet little affair. A lonely table set for one.

“Danny, Danny come on, you-you gotta slow down your breathing, just relax, for me, please,” Sam moaned, more than making up for his lack of noise. She was shaking and touching him all over, his chest, his face, his hair. Normally she jumped right into action but she had to know, deep down, that there was nothing she could do. All that was left was to watch her panic and cry, it wasn’t his favorite image. 

“Vlad!” He heard Tucker scream cry into the phone, “please it’s Tucker, Danny’s dying I think. The Fentons had some new invention, something about his core, please we don’t know what to do!” 

Ugh Vlad, he was probably going to be so happy Danny was on his way out. He wasn’t looking much forward to his last images being his archenemy gloating. Tucker hung up and reached down to grasp Danny’s hand so hard it hurt. “Don’t worry dude, Vlad’s coming. He knows so much about you half ghosts that you’ll be fixed up on no time.” Right, Danny was already dead. If calling Vlad, feeling like he did something, helped Tucker move on then he’d deal with it.

Danny tilted his head to the side where Sam’s fingernails were carding through his hair. It was getting harder to see with the blood pouring out of his eyes but he looked at her, and tried to memorize her face. He’d never been able to tell her how much he loved her, that any day spent with her was a blessing. Tucker too, his best bro and a part of his soul. His best friends in the whole wide world, through thick and thin. God, he was going to miss them.

“Glurk,” he said, trying to convey those feeling but the fluids in his mouth and airway made it impossible. “Blerh.”

“Shh shh shh,” Sam soothed, “it’s okay, don’t try to talk.”

“Daniel!” He heard Vlad’s voice shriek as he materialized in front of the portal. Sam and Tucker were violently pushed out the way. Danny wanted to be angry at his loved ones being taken away in his final moments but anger was for the living, he barely had the energy to breathe. This death was too long and too short all at once. He made eye contact with Vlad who all at once lost the frantic edge to his tone and and instead knelt on the floor. “Oh my dear boy. What did they do to you?”

“What is going on?” Sam demanded, shoving her way back in. Danny was glad, he could see again like this. “Why aren’t you doing something!”

“There’s nothing to be done,” Vlad said in a flat, monotone, he picked up one of Danny’s hands and patted it gently. “His core is dying, it’s like a ghost’s heart. It contains their very essence, it is from which everything they are comes from. If Jack and Maddie somehow disrupted it then there’s nothing anyone can do to save him.”

“But he’s human too,” Tucker defended, grabbing Danny’s other hand. His human warm skin burned but the contact felt so good, he twitched his fingers closer to his friend’s. “He-he doesn’t need a core, he’s already got a heart. So, so he doesn’t have powers, we can do normal again.”

“You-” Vlad hissed before taking a calming breath. “The accident that made Daniel like this irreparably altered him. His core was as much a part of keeping him alive as his other organs, without it, his body is shutting down.” Vlad turned down to look Danny in the eye and saw true, genuine grief in those hateful red eyes. 

“I cannot imagine the agony you are going through, I’m so sorry. I’d say it will be over soon but,” a hitch that sounded almost like a sob if it was coming from anyone other than Vlad. “But you’ve hovered on the edge of death for years, son, and you’ve always been such a fighter. You have minutes at most but those minutes are an eternity when you’re suffering.”

Sam and Tucker’s sobbing blended together in the background, Vlad was saying something with a miserable, stunned expression. The swirling of the portal in the background seemed louder than anything, louder than his heart beat pounding and pounding as it ran it’s last race. 

“Daniel, Danny,” he focused his eyes back on Vlad who had a stubborn, unhappy set to his brow. “Do you want me to make the pain stop? An ectoblast to your chest will end your life instantly.”

“Don’t you dare touch him,” Sam shrieked, coming back into view and looking like she was trying to fight Vlad off. “You do anything to him and I’ll kill you!” Tucker just sat and stared at him, like he too was trying memorize Danny’s face.

“It’s a mercy, Samantha or do you want his last moments on earth to be drowning on the blood in his lungs.”

“Sam, he has a point. I don’t- I don’t think we can fix this.”

“No! No we always fix things, I’ll do it myself if I have to!”

Danny’s vision was starting to go, more black than anything else. He closed his eyes and readied himself for the inevitable. 

“Time Out,” Danny opened his eyes and found he was no longer in pain. He was standing up and apart from where he’d previously been lying. Sam had her hands in Vlad’s face and the older hybrid was snarling something at her. Tucker was midmotion trying to stand up, presumably to get Sam but the three of them were frozen in the moment. Danny turned and found Clockwork floating, looking very out of place in his parents lab. “Good evening, Danny.”

“You that short on cash that you work part time as a grim reaper?” Danny quipped out of habit. He looked down at his body and grimaced a bit, that wasn’t a pretty sight. No doubt traumatizing for Tucker and Sam. God how were they going to explain this to his parents? “Gonna ferry me across the River Styx? I don’t have two pennies but I think I have a bloodied $10 on me.”

“You’re core is dying and you have 17 seconds left in this world before all your organs give out and finish the process you began when you turned on your parent’s ghost portal,” Clockwork explained as he changed into child form. 

“O-okay,” Danny said shakily, trying to be brave even when he was so, so scared. He was going out whether he wanted it or not but he refused to leave crying. “Nice of you to come say goodbye then but, uh but unless you have something to say then you should let me go back. No one knows better than me that you can’t outrun death. Thanks but I’m uh I’m ready.”

Clockwork stared at him for a bit, not sure how long, time was weird like this but he changed forms a few times. “You’re quite the remarkable young man, Danny Fenton.”

“Uh thanks,” Danny added, once more looking at his body which had, according to Clockwork, a 17 second expiration date. “What’s going to happen? Am I going to become a ghost? Does heaven or hell exist for someone like me?”

“I don’t get to decide what happens, I merely see options,” Clockwork stated easily, taking his time. “If you die naturally you’ll become ghost, a mere shadow of who you are now and one who would fade fairly quickly. You don’t have strong enough anger or regrets to tie you in the real world for long.” Not great but okay he supposed, hell for his friends and family though. “You could let Plasmius deliver his mercy kill, destroying what’s left of your ghost core and ensuring you do not come back.” Better, probably won’t help the Fruitloop’s instability but he can’t save everyone.

“That one comes with it’s own caveat but I’ll get to that in a moment,” Clockwork explained. “There is a third option where you get up off the floor and walk away.” Danny blinked then looked back at his body which certainly wasn’t walking anywhere but into a plush casket. Clockwork opened his hands and the Ghost King’s Crown materialized in his hands. “If you accept your claim to the King’s Cown, it will revitalize your core and your life would be saved.”

Danny blinked.

“By sealing Pariah Dark, you won by proxy and established a legitimate claim to the throne. The Zone has been without a king for millennia, most have forgotten the old rules. Those who remembered were not too keen on a half-ghost child assuming leadership and kept you in the dark. If Plasmius ends your life then your claim transfers over to him, which he is aware of. It had been his plan all along to trick you into defeating Pariah so he could steal the Crown from you at a later date, a much easier opponent.”

Danny’s mind was overloaded with information, he didn’t know what to focus on first. He stared at his 17 seconds from death face and tried to process it all. Crown? Claim? Vlad?

“Of course,” Clockwork tutted, “he didn’t plan on your dying and in such a gruesome fashion. If he kills you and takes your claim, he would spend his remaining years ruling the Ghost Zone in a just, controlled fashion for your memory. He destroys all the stable portals and keeps the ghost and human worlds separate.” Clockwork became and old man and titled his head, “it’s not a bad timeline, all things considered.”

“And if I take it?” Danny asked quietly.

“You’re compassionate, brave and motivated, you have all the makings of a revolutionary king,” Clockwork smiled. “The Zone would experience and unprecedented era of peace, there would be positive interactions between human and ghosts for the first time since life and death split into two. Your name would spoken with reverence for the rest of time.”

“But I don’t want to be king,” Danny frowned.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Clockwork stated. “Which is why I am giving you the choice. If you pass peacefully there will be no one to claim the Crown and life will continue on, ghost attacks and all. If Plasmius kills you, he becomes an effective but unmemorable king. If you take the Crown, you can get the chance to tell Sam and Tucker how much you love them.”

Danny rubbed at his face, he didn’t want to die but he’d be sealing away his entire future with a move like this. He didn’t even know if the Crown would let him go with death, maybe he’d die and be stuck as the Ghost King until his core finally gave out lord in who knows how long. Eternity was an awful long time to carry such a responsibility. He couldn’t bring himself to ask, too afraid of the answer.

“Is there ever a timeline I became an astronaut?” He asked instead. Clockwork hummed, seemingly unsurprised by Danny’s non-sequitur. 

“Yes, in one of the few universes where you never walked into the portal. You never go into space what with human politics putting a halt on the programs but you work for NASA. You leave Amity Park at 17 and don’t come back save for your parents’ dual funeral.” He paused and Danny felt read down to his very bones, “from the moment you became half ghost you were always heading for this moment. The circumstances varied but it always came down to you and the Crown. Time is straining to continue, to see how this drama plays out. Will you accept it and all the joy and grief that comes with it?”

Danny looked over at Vlad, still mid-sneer but there was a scared desperation in his face. He and Vlad sniped at each other all the time but Danny didn’t really hate him and he didn’t think Vlad did either. Leaving him alone, plus making him be king was a heavy burden to put on his enemy. 

Sam and Tuck probably wouldn’t recover from this, he’d put them through so much already but he just knew that they’d never be the same. Could he do that to them? Take the easy way out and leave them to suffer? Mom and Dad didn’t deserve to come home to a dead son, the truth would come out and they’d never forgive themselves. Jazz certainly wouldn’t, she was 2 states over at University but he could already hear her angry, grief-stricken screams. 

Death, death was quiet. It was quiet and merciful and sad, but it was also easy. And Danny Fenton had never once taken the easy route. He reached out and took and the crown before shakily placing it on his head. He gasped, throwing his head back as his core swelled, taking up residence once more right next to his heart. Clockwork smiled, looking like the cat who ate the canary. 

“The Crown of Fire, pardon me the Crown changes with each core, the Crown of Ice is now yours as is the Zone. Your reign begins now but so too does the rest of your life. People are waiting for you. Time in.” Danny slammed back into awareness on the floor of his parents’ lab, the floor he’d almost died on twice. 

He sat up as cold radiated off his body, causing frost to crawl down his arms and along the floor. Sam, Tucker and Vlad, who’d been frozen up until now, jumped back to life. There was a new, familiar weight on his head that he didn’t dare acknowledge. 

He squeezed his eyes shut and said a silent goodbye to a quiet, normal life. It wouldn’t be all bad, he could be happy like this but the Crown still felt like a iron manacle around his neck. But he got used to the ghost powers, he could get used to this too. Maybe one day he won’t look at the stars and say ‘what if?’

“Danny!” Sam shouted, throwing herself into his arms soon followed by Tucker. Their warm weight, their relieved sobs, their shaky breaths in his air, now this was something worth living for. He squeezed them tightly.

“But how dude, you were at death’s door!” Tucker asked, still not letting go.

“You accepted the Crown,” Vlad said evenly, “I wasn’t aware you even knew about your claim. Who told you?”

“You don’t know everything, Vlad,” Danny sighed, sitting himself upright. Ugh his shirt was covered in blood and ectoplasm. He needed to trash these clothes before his parents freaked. And find a way to hide the floating ice crown on his head. 

“Even an old man can be surprised every now and again,” Vlad said wearily. He stood up to his full height before startling Danny by dipping down to one knee. “Then allow me to be the first to welcome my new king and wish him well.”

“I thought you wanted this,” Danny questioned.

“I do, I did,” Vlad said, unusually off balance. “To be quite honest, I’m not sure how to feel about it but, right now, I’m just immeasurably happy you’re alive, little badger. Now I best be off, enjoy your kingdom, my liege, I’ll be sure to come bother you some time soon.” Vlad disappeared in a swirl of pink leaving just him, Sam and Tucker still clinging to him.

Danny may have a kingdom, a job he didn’t want and his whole life decided in a spur of the moment choice, but he also had something very important. He squeezed his friends tightly.

“I love you guys, thank you for being my friends even though I have the worst ideas for activities. Dying? On a Sunday night? How lame is that?” Sam laughed, a bit hysterical but it was real and it made Danny feel weightless. 

“Don’t do that again, buddy,” Tucker breathed into his shoulder. “So you gonna explain what just happened and why you’re apparently the Ghost King or something?”

“Yeah, yeah I will but let’s get changed first. Mom and Dad will be home soon and I think I’m going to need to have a conversation with them about my new job.” 

#danny phantom #i was watching forever phantom and said 'i should kill danny' and then i fucking didn't #im obsessed with ghost king danny as end game #Im not sure this is the route I would want to go but I want him to end up woth tje crown #its bitter sweet bc its a *lifelong (possibly afterlife) commitment that he didnt get a choice in #he will be happy and he will be a good king but it wasnt his choice and he'll always regret it a little #i love clockwork but he's a bit shady and will always work in favor of the timeline #anyway happy fucking sunday bitches #have some homemade angst #also i typed this directly in tumblr and almost hit the power screen on my computer instead of backspace #god was trying to stop me from publishing but i overcame #Only did one quick edit Im too tired to care anymore #lmk if you want it on ao3

[wpdarlingpan]

Hello! I recently follow you and read your writing of DC. I love it, your writing are really good! For a request, i have this idea...

Platonic yandere Damian wayne with twin sister reader. Maybe, when they were kids, he used to be hated her because she was excelent in everything and have a little care and love from Talia. But she really care for his brother and then Ra al-ghul put them to fight among themselves on a cliff to see who was going to be the future leader and in a bad move, they ended up hanging up in the cliff. Then his sister, not wanting to see his brother die, brings him back to the surface and she ends up falling. Damian didn't know how to react and only receive a slap from his mother .

How about, after Damian goes to live with Bruce and being the new Robin, in one of the fights with Slade and his partner, this partner decides to let himself be trapped so that Slade can escape. In the Batcave, they take off the mask to discover that it is their sister, but someone very different, with another personality, cold, somewhat insane, hostile and very intelligent like that, because she was submerged in the Lazarus pit by Slade, who consider as a parent. Maybe Damian will try to reason with her and apologize for what he did to her. She tells him that it is too late and a smoke bomb explodes to reveal that Slade came for his daughter. She, determined, goes with him, but Damian tries to stop her, but is defeated and tells him that he should never have saved him, to see how Damian tears up and before leaving, he laughs and says "I didn't know that demons cry "

it could be possible? Thanks!!

Ukht: Sister in Arabic

Title: Not Again

Talia was surprised when she gave birth to twins. The boy a few minutes sooner than the girl. She was glad as well as they had two lethal weapons instead of one.

Two children with the blood of Talia Al Ghul and The Batman.

There was a boy she named Damian and she name the girl Y/N. She cared for them a short time after they were born then they were cared for mostly by maids.

As they grew older Damian began to despise his younger sister. She was perfect at everything and he was always second best. He believed she got all the love of their mother and grandfather and left him with none.

They were 10 when they were dropped at the top of the tallest mountain on their land and told to fight to determine the next Leader of the League Of Assassins. They were equals. They fought for hours as they each met each attack with one of equal force same with defense. They were bloody and bruised and Y/N couldn’t bare to hurt her brother anymore. But we she was about to give, she didn’t notice how close to the edge they were. The stood facing each other with their feet barely not over the edge but as Damian attack he knocked himself over the edge because he lost balance as he grew angry and let his emotions over ride his training. But as he fell he grabbed onto his sisters leg and she was pulled down with him. The didn’t fall far as they ended hanging onto a small ledge not to far from the top of the mountain.

Y/N knew what she had to do, but did she have the strength to do it is what she was questioning to herself.

She grabbed the rope she had attached to her belt and used one hand to toss it up and luckily for her it landed around a tall rock while the other end flew back down. The two ends of the rope were next to her and she leaned over and attached the rope to Damians belt as he struggled to hold on. He looked over once he felt the weight on his belt and he looked back at her questioningly.

“I love you Damian.” She said as she grabbed onto one end of the rope, pulling Damian up to the top as she used as much of the weight she could to work as a pulley system. She didn’t want him to bed up falling back down so as soon as she saw he was safely to the top, or as safe as you could be on the top of the mountain. She let go.

Damian screamed as he saw his sister fall beneath the clouds to her death, and he couldn’t do anything. He hated her all of his life for reasons she could not control and he didn’t realize that he never triplet hated her until he realized he never had been without her. She patched him up after fights in the middle of the night so he couldn’t protest, gave his pieces of food, tried to show him love but he wouldn’t accept it, not from her. 

He regretted it now.

A assassin flew a helicopter up to the mountain with Talia in the back going to collect Damian. Once she arrived and Damian had fought the pain and walked onto the helicopter, Talia slapped him sending him to the floor with a red hand print on his cheek. He wouldn’t cry, never.

They arrived back at the compound and Talia led him to Ra’s. Of course they talked about everything he did wrong then made him practice for 5 hours until it was perfect. After they sent him away to sleep he had nightmares of his sisters death, and how he hated her all those years.

The next day he was sent to live with his father after the league was attacked and Ra’s was killed. His mother handed him off and later on he decided to stay with his father even after he was to be brought back to the league. It had been a few months since then and Batman and Robin were in the middle of a fight with Slade otherwise known as deathstroke. He was a powerful force to be reckoned with. But even worse now, as he had a sidekick.

A fully masked figure wearing fighting gear and knifes strapped to their thigh, not to mention the very sharp Katana they were wielding, it was a difficult task for them both. But Batman dodged a stroke from the blade and the blade hit a gas pipe, as it was about to explode Slade ran off and Batman was about to go follow before she tackled him to the ground. They fought for a good couple seconds before Robin joined the fight and she was knocked out.

Batman and Robin swung out of the warehouse with Batman holding the masked figure as the pipe exploded leaving behind a burning building.

They put her in handcuffs and put her in the back of the batmobile as they drove home.

“Who do you think she is Batman?”

“I’m not sure.”

They drove home in silence, when did Slade get a partner?

Once in the bat cave they tied her to a chair before Alfred fixed up their cuts. The figure began to slowly wake up and she struggled in the chair before settling while staring at the duo.

“Why were you with Slade? A partner? Sidekick? Apprentice?” She doesn’t respond and continued to glare. The Bat stared right back and couldn’t help but think she was very short, just a inch or two below Damian. Her eyes seemed young as well but didn’t hold any innocence.

“You heard him, who are you?!” Damian demanded by Robin put a hand on his shoulder

They still didn’t respond. But, an idea came to mind. If she gave away her identity it would distract them enough for her to initiate a plan.

“Take off my mask Damian and see.” She spoke ominously while they both looked in shock that she knew his identity. He got over it and quickly ripped off her mask and he was staring into eyes alike to his own.

“Y-Y/N?”

“Miss me? I’m sure you didn’t.”

“Who is she Damian?”

“He never told you about me?” She asked with a fake point then proceeded to smirk.

“Damian?” Batman questioned further but all domain could do was stare.

“I’m his twin sister.” If there was a time the bat had showed that he was shocked it would have been when he found out about Damian, but this one rivaled it.

“W-What?”

He looked over to Damian but Damian turned away.

“Yep, his little sister only by a few minutes.”

Damian and Bruce took off the masks looked at her. Bruce saw the resemblances, between Damian and her, between her and himself.

Damian knelt in front of her and stared into her eyes.

“Forgive me ukht, please forgive me.” Tears gathered in his eyes surprising y/n. Damian crying? That’s not possible.

“Forgive you for what Damian?” Bruce questioned staring at his children.

Y/N had her lips pursed so Damian responded.

“Our mother and grandfather put us against each other in a mountain… it was a fight to the death to determine who would be the heir to the league. We fought for hours before I let me emotions lead and I fell. I grabbed onto y/n and she came down with me. We felt onto a ledge with barely enough room for us to hold on.” Bruce’s eyes are wide and slightly teary. “She grabbed her rope and made a pulley system. I was slipping, she tied it to my belt and jumped, telling me she loved me. Pulling me to the top as she Plummeted down. She fell, or rather let go so I could live.”

“And yet here we are.” She spoke snarky glaring at Damian.

“How are you here then?” Bruce questioned feeling as if he knew the answer. Jason was a standing example.

“You already know Bruce. The Lazarus Pit. Just like how it brought back Robin #2.” She smirked as he glared slightly. Damian glared back at their father as he needed to calm down.

“But did you know something Batman?” 

“What is it Y/N?”

“We always have a back up plan.”

With that the wall bursted open and Y/N shook of the robes she had been working away with a small knife. She held up a small tracker she had on her and smirked at their surprise faces. The duo threw on their masks even though their identity’s were already known.

Slade walked in with swords at the ready and he threw one to Y/N.

“Nice to see you.” Slade smirked at her.

“To you as well.”

“Ready to go?” He questioned her ignoring the bat and the bird.

“Ready when you are.” They nodded slightly and

Slade attacked Batman while she got Damian. With the help of a smoke Bomb and their disorientation from the information that she was alive, they were fairly easy to take down. They knocked the duo down to the floor and tied their legs together, just to give them enough time to escape.

“You can’t go! Not again.” Damian yelled with tears streaming down his face. He couldn’t lose her, not again.

“Wow look at that Slade.”

“What is it Y/N?” He played along as they turns towards the whole in the wall.

“I didn’t know Demons could cry. You learn something new everyday.”

Slade tossed another smoke Bomb into the cave as the last dispersed, distracting Damian and Bruce since they had almost gotten out of the rope, and got far away from the duo.

Damian stared at the hole in the wall in a mix of anger and sadness. Bruce in shock still.

Damian sobbed and fell to the floor in tears.

“Not again.”

~*~

Hopefully you liked it! Sorry it wasn’t too Yandere, I wasn’t sure how to make him a Yandere with this. But I how it was still good. Thank you for reading and I hope you have a great day! ♡

#damain wayne #Bruce Wayne #Batman #Robin #slade wilson #deathstroke #Damian Wayne sister #Bruce Wayne daughter #lazarus

[purple-goo-writes]

Where on Earth is MDC?

Chapter 1 

Richard “Dick” Grayson with all his 10 year old intelligence and circus know how was pretty sure of one thing and one thing only- there was no way his guardian, Bruce Wayne, was married. He may have grown up in a circus as an acrobat and wasn’t schooled the way kids were normally, after all most kids don’t have a circus clown teaching them math or a Lion Tamer teaching science- But he was not an idiot! Plus he was Robin! He helped Bats solve some pretty tough cases. He wasn’t letting Bruce try and pull the wool over his eyes! There was no way that Bruce Wayne was married-except maybe married to his work as a vigilante.

For one, Dick has never seen or heard evidence that Bruce was married or seeing someone in the whole two years he has been living in Wayne Manor as Bruce’s ward. Sure, Bruce claimed that his lovely wife was a globe trotter like her grandmother and rarely came home to roost due to how busy her schedule was... Dick called elephant-dung on that. There is no way some socialite would be out exploring the world when they could be hanging off Bruce’s arm gossiping at all the galas and parties Bruce had to hold for his business. Though he is only guessing that this is how high society women act due to only seeing this behavior from Bruce’s investor’s wives, dates and daughters. 

He does find it odd that no one comments on Bruce never bringing a date to his own galas or other social functions. And that everyone when meeting Bruce glance at the odd silver ring Bruce always wears in place of a wedding band before giving those weird sympathy looks and subtle glances amongst themselves. Adults seemed to have their own language when it comes to greeting each other that Dick hasn’t been able to decipher yet. Though the Not-Wedding Ring doesn’t always detour the newer social climbing women from flirting with his guardian or trying to seduce him. Dick has been used many times as a human shield against said women and has come to accept/resent his fate.

Two, the young Robin has never seen so much as a tiny photo of the so called Mrs. Wayne! There are no portraits or photos in the manor that he has seen. While Alfred assures him that Bruce carries on with him every where, Dick hasn’t ever seen it not even after slipping away with Bruce’s wallet, just like Jackie taught him to do with the really rude patrons that came to the circus when he was younger. He made sure to return the wallet! He just wanted to see if maybe Bruce had a tiny photo in there like he had seen other men do, like how The Strong Man carried pictures of his husband and children around in his wallet. But, there was no picture in the wallet except for the one of him, Alfred and Bruce together in a family photo. When he saw the photo, Dick had teared up cause this meant Bruce did see him as family and not as an charity case like everyone at the Academy liked to say he was. Alfred claimed that the Misses was simply too busy to pose for a portrait to be painted and always preferred to be the one taking the photos anyway. While Alfred has never lied to him, Dick is still not convinced.

And three, Dick couldn’t find any mention of a Mrs. Marinette Wayne anywhere! Not even with the Batcomputer! All he could ever find was the latest travel logs of some woman named Marinette Dupain-Cheng, also known as the fashion designer MDC. Sure there were odd newspaper clippings now and then speculating when Mrs. Wayne would be returning from abroad. But those were not concrete evidence of her so-called existence! Honestly, it was starting to drive Dick up the wall with not being able to find anything about or on his guardian’s absent wife! 

The ten year old was this close to throwing a tantrum like no other in demand to get answers. How was everyone convinced that Bruce was married? If he was, then where in the world was Mrs. Wayne?! Cause, Dick would really like to meet her. If only to shut up the voice in his head that was worried that if She was real that she would have Bruce send him away. After all a Circus Freak didn’t belong in High Society. Though Dick was starting to worry if Bruce was really a widower and his way of coping with the grief was to pretend that his wife was still alive and just on an extended road trip...

Though if that was the case then why would Alfred go along with it? Maybe Dick needed to go take a look in the Wayne Family Cemetery just to make sure...

Dick was broken from his musings by Alfred coming into the Manor’s library and clearing his throat, “Master Richard, Master Bruce wishes to see you in the Family Parlor Room. There is someone here he wishes for you to meet.”

That puzzled the child sidekick, but he simply shrugged and nodded, “Alright, Alfie!” Before hopping up from his chair and leaving the book he had been reading in the seat as Dick darted out of the room excited to meet someone new. Maybe it was one of Bruce’s lawyer friends again! Like Dent, who was nice and for some reason liked to comment on how much Dick looks just like Bruce in that odd teasing tone all of Bruce’s actual friends use when they learn he took Richard in. Honestly, Dick isn’t sure what is so funny about the fact that he looks like Bruce. Genetics are weird and he still refuses to try and understand them. 

When Dick skidded into the Family Parlor Room, he was not expecting what happened next. Not at all. Because before Dick could even ask Bruce who was there, the ten year old was being swept up in a flurry of chiffon and lace as a lovely French accented voice started cooing over the tiny child in her arms. Dick would forever deny the startled squeak he let out and the fact that he blushed as red as his uniform top when he managed to get a good look at his captor. The person holding him could only be described as a heavenly beauty with long silky black-nearly blue hair and bright expressive blue eyes that exuded motherly love whilst she held him close in a gentle hug. Her smile made Dick think of the sun shining out from the clouds after weeks of rain and it radiated love, love that he could tell was aimed at him even though they had just meet. It reminded him so much of his own mother’s smile that Dick had started to tear up.

“Hello, ma petite colombe, it’s so lovely to finally meet you,” the heavenly being cooed at him, gently cradling the child closer with a gentle smile, “Bruce has told me so much about you. I’m so glad I can finally welcome you to the family.”

Marinette simply held her son, yes her son because even if he was not adopted yet Marinette already loved him like her own, close as the little boy broke down and started crying as he clung to Marinette returning the hug. She could tell he was relieved that she accepted him, honestly she warned her silly husband that Dick may be worried about her not liking him. Really, her silly love was just as silly as her Papa at times. She shook her head and tugged Bruce into the hug as well, so that he could reassure their little dove that they loved him and he was welcome in their family and home. Mari loved Bruce, but he was sometimes slow on how to approach emotional situations.

#mominette #brucinette #serial adopter bruce wayne #globe trotter marinette