#girl help i keep watching hacks and screaming

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP Fanfic idea: Wrong Number

Bruce prides himself in keeping all of his networks secured. If he didn't make it himself, he had the funds and connections to get him the best working on his systems.

He had backup plans in case the systems were ever hacked, of course, but he had yet to encounter a cyber attack that wasn't beaten away by his firewalls or his team.

Babs and Tim were far more feral when booting out unwanted guests. The level of protection was also transferred to his other systems that weren't Batman-related, just to make sure the connection between Bruce and Batman was never made.

That's why he never really checks his personal phone's caller ID, not the one he gave out as Brucie Wayne, but the one Bruce used for his real life without any masks- civilian or vigilante. The only ones who had the number- and the access- were his children and Alfred.

Not even the Justice League- those who were aware of his identity- knew of this number.

Bruce is in the middle of typing up a report for the next Wayne Board meeting when his personal phone rings. He figures it's Dick giving him a call to update him on his drive home or maybe Jason, as his son was planning on going to college.

"Go for Papa Bruce," He says, knowing his kids hate his phone greeting and doing it deliberately to spite them.

There is a long pause where he can't help but smirk thinking his child is either rolling their eyes or cringing too hard to properly speak. Eventually, a voice cracks over the speaker.

"Hello. I'm selling cookies to raise money for my own star. Would like to buy a box from me?" says a boy, not one he has taken in. The voice is young maybe not even double digits yet. Bruce is alarmed.

"Who are you?! How did you get this number?" He demands, yanking his phone to his face and seeing, with a chill, a phone number out of state.

His system had been compromised. By a child. By accident.

"My name is Danny!" The boy chirps. "I sell cookies. Like the Girl Scouts, but I'm a boy, and I don't scout."

"That's rather fantastic, lad. What kind of cookies are you selling?" Bruce asks to keep the boy on the line while sending an email blast to the others. It's a string of numbers that are code for compromise so they all know to close any communication channel until it's safe to get back on.

"Chocolate chip. Mint Slim. Oatmeal and peanut butter. I made them myself!"

Right. Bruce hooks up his phone, tracing the call. The signal bounces off the call, swinging up to a salute and falling back down to earth. In seconds he has the boy's location. It pings in a small town right outside of Star City.

He sends Barry a private message. His friend is already on the way to the location. He'll get the boy in a few seconds.

"How much for a box of chocolate chips? Those are my favorite." Bruce tells the boy, voice whimsical as his Brucie persona demands.

In an unsure tone, the boy pauses, then whispers, "I don't know. No one ever let me get this far."

"How about twenty for a box of dozen? I'll buy five boxes for each of my kids that live at him," Bruce tells him, and the boy gasps.

"That could buy me one whole night in a hotel!"

Bruce's insides freeze. What did he mean-

"Hey! No! Let go!" Danny suddenly screams. Bruce's heart launches- he hates it when kids get hurt, especially those that sound like Danny- until Barry's voice comes over the speaker.

"I got him, Mr. Wayne. Thank you for alerting the Justice League Hotline." That's code for This is not a threat to you Batman and Bruce allows himself to relax just a little.

"Narc!" The boy shouts, outraged, before the call drops. Barry is likely taking over the situation, which means Bruce can leave it in his capable hands.

After reassuring his kids that he is fine and that they are all safe, he suits up and meets the Flash in the Watch Tower. There, he learns that Danny is only seven years old and has been living on the streets for a while.

The boy had been surviving by baking some cookies to sell on the side of the street- where did he bake them? The boy would not say- until he got the bright idea to try to sell through phone calls like he had seen on TV.

He punched in random numbers at the community center phone and gave his pitch about a star, thinking people would be more willing to buy from him if he had an excellent reason.

Barry had left him with CPS, but he looked devastated about that. It turned out that Danny was a meta and had likely been kicked out of his home once it was found out based on what he said of his parents.

Bruce felt he should assure Barry that Danny was fine and look into his placement to help settle his more sensitive teammate's nerves.

He was unhappy that Danny was not in a good placement; there were far too many reports from a concerned neighbor to make him think it was a safe place. Given the fact that placement had a lot of meta kids that "fell through the cracks," Bruce worried he had just stumbled across a trafficking ring.

He would sick Barry and Jason on them. Just to ensure they wouldn't see the light of day again.

Still, that did not fix his mistake with Danny, the little cookie seller.

Bruce hacked into the system to move Danny. He thought about where he would move the young child but ultimately had him in Wayne Manor.

Just until he could confirm that he would be safe. He certainly didn't think about the adorable little boy who called him with his heart in his hand and got sent to a terrible place for three weeks because of Bruce.

Danny arrived at Wayne Manor with a happy little bounce and a chipper outlook on life than Bruce was expecting. "If it isn't Mr. Narc!"

God, he going to adopt the boy, isn't he?

(Danny has been thrown into a different universe, aged down to a child. He survived by overshadowing people into letting him spend the night baking cookies.

He was thrown into a somewhat typical home, but the nosy neighbor down the street took far too much notice of his overshadowing, and now he was being moved again.

Maybe he can terrorize Mr. Narc now instead? )

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Danny de-age #Dimension travel #Crack #Basically He overshaowed people and everyone lost their minds about it #Barry will fight Bruce for Danny #Danny will make it his life goal to be Bruce's life hell

[tornado1992]

Sonic is fighting Eggman on one of his evil lairs, nothing new. Tails helped him wreck some badniks but Sonic said he wanted to annoy Eggman by himself for a little bit, so the little fox wanders around the base, maybe he can collect some data to outpace Eggman before his next scheme, the control room is in the same place almost every time so he confidently enters the room after six seconds of hacking through the lock, a semi solid hologram of a girl with crimson eyes turns to him as he steps inside.

Sage, right, he remembers her, he suddenly also remembers that the “Chaos Energy Use Effects On Non Organic Beings” conference he wanted to see was airing live just at that time, but that was only because could see the program starting and being projected on the multiple screens of the room behind Sage. He keeps looking at them for a whole 10 seconds, then remembers where he is, and as he quickly returns his attention to the A.I. girl while he positions himself to fight, he notices she hasn’t displayed any security measures against him, he also noticed that while he was looking at the screens she only looked at him without stopping, not until now, as he can see how she turns her sight back to the biggest screen of the room without saying anything. He doesn’t say anything either.

He opted to watch the same screen as Sage, getting closer to her, apparently she didn’t mind him being here, if the fact that she didn’t stopped him when he sat on the floor just beside her said anything. He doesn’t remember how long was it since he sat down with her, he doesn’t remember when the yelling and fighting from the lair’s entrance stopped, but that’s good to him, at least now they can hear clearly the presenter’s q&a section.

The fight between hedgehog and madman stopped by the scientist request, as apparently he promised his daughter he would keep quiet that evening so she could enjoy her favorite talk show, a science one of course. The speedster agreed without much convincing, as he also remembered his little brother wanted to go home as early as they could to watch some investigator’s interview thingy.

They walked at a fast pace through the base looking for the fox kit so the old Egghead could kick them out of his house as soon as possible, the control room was the obvious answer for both of them if they wanted to find a curious boy on an evil lair, they didn’t expect to find said boy sitting on the ground smiling and talking energetically with with the translucent hologram A. I. Eggman called his daughter.

Sonic was no scientist, but he knew when someone was talking science, just as he knew how happy his little brother got anytime someone could keep up with him over physics, engineering, mechanics or anything of sorts kind of conversation, but the girl in front of Tails was speaking non-stop, loudly and expertly over some complicated calculations, and the kid’s twin tails wouldn’t stop wagging as he listened. Sonic grinned, he didn’t understand what they were really talking about, but the scene in front of his eyes screamed chemistry.

Even if Eggman could understand what they were talking about, he paid no attention to their voices, nor the motion of the fox’s tails, or how they both turned repeatedly to the screen behind them and then back to each other; focusing only on how his daughter’s eyes glimmered when she listened to the fox’s long answer to her comment, and the smile that they both offered each other when the screens turned off when the show finished. He never saw such smile on his daughter’s face before.

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #dr eggman #sage robotnik #sage the ai #tails and sage #they have great potential interactions #Sage robotnik respects Tails #Tails doesn’t know what to think about this specific a.i. #sonic fanfiction

[insideliascrazyhead]

White Rascal Headcanons

Rocky

-not just protective but crazily possessive

-can´t cook and normally lives off takeout

-reads those old,lonely woman,romatic novels

-has all the laundry hacks to keep all that sutff white,tells nobody

„Do it for the woman!“,Rocky,Honey, I thought they´re gonna jump over that railing and choke you out

-dissects his oreo cookies before eating them,cookie,then the cream and then the other remaining cookie

-sings loudly and horrible under the shower

-knows how to dance tango and salsa

-makes phenominal cocktails but forgets that not everyone handles liquor as good as he does so they´re damn strong

-never bleaches his own hair in fear it falls out.being bold is one of his greatest fears

-always act in the heat of the moment

-every hole that get´s punched into the wall in Club Heaven by an angry man get´s framed and titles „Fragile Masculinity“

-after kicking out Aizawa,Bito,Enari and Shimura he did kinda miss them in the end especially after Kizzy told him,they went to get the Rude Boys to help them fight (also Tetsu Instagram stalks them)

Koo

-sarcastic king

-brings out the craziest stories

-biggest crush on our dear Rocky

-as Aizawa,Bito,Enari and Shimura always wear eyeliner he calls them the panda crew

-is a great cook

-likes to do crosswords but instead of the right answers he takes insults

-loves to read crimis and thriller,always knows who the killer is, that creeps the shit out of Kizzy

-does nailart and skincare

-can speak 4 langueges

-curses like a sailor and knows how to curse in 7

-loves to travel

-don´t speak to him before his 2nd cup of coffee or death to everyone and then himself

Kizzy

-bites until your bloody

-stabs as a warning

-has a taxedermy squirrel called Nibbles

-is acttually friends with Aizawa,Bito,Enari and Shimura

-finds their crazyness entertaining as fuck and has a betting pool running with Kaito and Koo on everything

-not jealous at all,just possessive

-has a lot of those romantic nicknames for Kaito in private

-hopelessly romantic

-will absolutly throat punch someone just because she feels like it

-loves horror movies and normally laughs during them

-in her emo phase

Kaito

-stress baker

-will bring Kizzy little trinkets that remind him of her and she collects them

-cool as a cucumber on the outside but a squirrel in traffic on the inside

-had a stressball once to deal with that and ended up stabbing it

-hates horror movies but watches them for Kizzy,so that he isn´t uncomfortable Kizzy just starts shit talking the killers until he laughs

-total sweetheart

-has a cat called cupcake

-loves parfumes

-Aizawa,Bito,Enari and Shimura are Housen´s former Four Heavenly Kings and how Odajima teached Monji in X cross,those four did it with Odajima,Shidaken, Jinkawa and Sawamura,they regulary check up on Housen

Aizawa

-heavily codepentedt on each other,live together too.It´s chaos.

-when Kizzy once visited and saw all that she turned to Kaito and said in a sad tone,I think kicking them out was a mistake,they´re gonna acidentally kill themselfes.

-a feral murder gremlin on the run

-nearly got killed by Rocky once for saying I don´t like woman. Rocky overheard it and kept hitting him with his cane,angrily calling him a misogynist,Aizawa took the cane and hit back telling him he´s not a misogynist.He´s gay and called Rocky an old bitter man.Guess who cleaned the bathrooms from then on in Club Heaven

-killing is his first solution whenever there´s an issue

-their punk band got famous,not teenage girls scream their lungs bloody and faint famous,but sex,drugs and rock n roll famous

-pyromaniac,loves explosives

-has at least 3 different kinda weapons on him at all times,sleeps with a knife under his pillow

-sleeps with tv on and a horror movie running

-loves to shoot the others with a nerf gun,got boring now it´s a paintball gun instead

-memory of a goldfish

-they´re all so sick off the color white that their flat looks like a rainbow vomited.Kinda like a secondhand shop for weird shit.A leg lamp,a random mannequin torso with clows mask over it,Bito´s pink baseball bat,leopard rug,a chair that looks like a colorful hand etc.

Bito

-dramatic as fuck (when wrecking Itokan this is the man searching fucking backround music),probably could give Jamuo a run for money

-they´re all crazy and put Yasu-Kiyo to shame

-i once dreamt he´s Shidaken´s older brother.Now they´re related

-also got Shidaken´s kink for crazy people

-sleeps with a pink baseball bat next to his bed and it´s called his toothfairy

-creative.He paints,normally while blasting punk loud enough to make ears bleed

-bought a tattoo gun now those dumbasses tattoo each other

-invented beerflakes: Fruitloops and beer,normally topped with candy

-he and Shimura got a sugar mommy each after getting kicked out to earn some cash

-the four of them once got arrested for prostitution during their White Rascal times,funnily enough they didn´t do it

-bisexual and polyamorous

Enari

-accidental pyromaniac,accidental fire everywhere,for example while cooking.

-A literal kitchen hazard

-can sleep literally anywhere,this man slept on a speaker at Club Heaven while it blasted music once

-the most chaotic one

-shower toughts only,no sense just vibes

-get´s up early every morning and not even any coffee like a animal

-loves to prank and humiliate his friends

-constantly snacking,always hungry

-always mismatched socks

-loves anime

-all four of them use those 4 in 1 showergel,shampoo and motoroil thingys,even dishsoap when they´re out of the first one

Shimura

-would twerk to orchestra music

-probably sniffs paint

-no regard of personal safety in daily life;raw cookie dough?fuck yeah!Red light?So what?What else?Wait till it´s green?

-funnily enough academically the smartest

-loves to read philosophical shit and drama

-faints at the sight of needles

-thinks hotsauce won´t freeze cause it´s hot

-can drink like a fucking tank

-can poledance,the dancers at Club Heaven showed him and Bito how

-is into hot rich milfs so the sugar mommy thing was right up his alley

-King of what we call in the country I´m from,the „Brother,trust me“mix.That´s a random mixxed cocktail,that normally contains at least 90 % of the glass filled with different kinda hard liquor and normally your friends don´t really hesitate to drink that,so everyone get´s the nastiest hangover

#high and low #white rascals #rocky #kizzy #kaito #koo #aizawa #bito #enari #shimura #high and low headcanons

[sideblogofasideblogforshoko]

Prompt: Sleep

Title: To Sleep, Perchance To Dream

Summary: Shoko doesn't sleep for a reason

Word Count:

Rating: T

Pair: Soft Gojo/Shoko (SaShoSu if you squint), mostly comfort with angsty tones because I can't write just fluffy to save my soul.

Shoko doesn't sleep.

Not really. She can nap. She can catch snatches of rest between breaks, between lunches and against stone walls during shady afternoons. It is mostly just her shutting her eyes, breathing slowly and pretending, but it helps. Keeps the lie up, allows her to answer anyone who asks that yes, she rested.

She did. Promise. Pinky swear.

The bruised colored circles under her eyes seem to scream otherwise, to the point she stopped trying to muffle them with make-up years ago, but hey a girl has to try right?

"You need to sleep at some point, Ieiri." Yaga gruffly recommends at the end of their meeting. She has spent that last forty-eight hours awake (not even a record by the way, hardly even a blip) elbow deep in curse guts. Then another five, writing up the a report about her findings for this stupid meeting. "People are going to assume I am running you ragged."

Shoko thinks about the six cursed bodies waiting down in the morgue and the three mangled corpses in the freezer.

"Aren't you?"

Yaga who has had years to learn how to deal with Shoko's casual, pointed words simply waves her away.

"Get some rest."

"Will do."

And she does.

Head bowed, cradled in her arms at her desk while waiting for the blood samples to finish. Solid thirty minutes at least.

Good job her, right?

+

"You look like shit."

"Fuck you too." Shoko spits back at Nanami who ignores her and pours her another drink. They are once again holed up in his apartment. It's nice, but kinda boring. Clean, but empty. He spends about as much time here as she spends at her own, which is next to never. Exception being when he manages to wrestle her out of the morgue and he doesn't have a case the next day. Then they go to his, order too much food and drink until Shoko has to help heal their livers in the morning.

Its a self inflicting exercise in flagellation but it is better than the alternative. Probably.

"You aren't sleeping again?" He notes, just as she is taking a sip because he is actually a bigger asshole than even herself. Most people get blinded by the pressed suits and air of dignified annoyance but yeah, deep down, Nanami Kento is still that emo-looking asshole who listens to My Chemical Romance and enjoys being a troll.

Shoko feels her throat tighten, a lie on the tip of her tongue that drowns in the booze and hacks out as a cough instead.

"Are you?"

Nanami shrugs, "A bit. More than you."

"You really talk to your elders like that?"

"Sorry, more than you, Senpai. Better?"

"No."

"Ah, well. I tried." He deadpans, reaching for another chip and chewing it as he watches her go through her head for an insult but fails and gives up by flopping backwards. Her body stretched out on the floor, hair fanned out like dark wave.

"I rest." She says, "I cat nap. Worst case, I do a bit foosh foosh and I'm good as new."

"That's not sleep."

"Your mom is not sleep." She mumbles out.

"He isn't in Japan, I take it?"

Nanami Kento has to lean to the side in order to miss getting hit by the sudden launch of a wadded up paper receipt.

Shoko does not reply nor does she get up to see if she has hit her target.

"If he finds out about all this, he won't be happy."

Shoko gives a sullen huff, indicating how much she cares about the opinion of the gangly white haired man with blue furby eyes who isn't currently in the country.

Nanami sighs, takes a sip of his own drink and waits for Shoko to rise back up from her drunken depths. Eventually goading her into playing super mario cart until the sun rises.

It isn't sleep, and both will suffer in the days after, but it's good in other ways. A different sort of recharge she can't get with caffeinated drinks and naps in her car.

+

There is a loud knock at her office door that brings Shoko back into reality. Hard. She doesn't remember when she left it, but she does know she jerks back into her body with enough force to jostle her third cup of coffee all down her shirt.

"Fuck." She hisses, grateful it was cold but also when did it get cold? Didn't she just make a new pot?

"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you." Megumi politely apologizes. He is one of the few students who actually can remember to say and mean it. She has no idea where he learned it considering every other student is half feral and his teacher is basically five raccoons in trench coat with an addiction to sugar.

"I was zoned out," She admits, putting the cup down and searching for something to clean up with. It takes some digging but eventually she finds some napkins in her purse. "What do you need?"

Megumi, for all his blank face, seems deeply uncomfortable and that is all it takes for Shoko to figure out what is happening.

"Ugh. Dont tell me he roped you in on this too."

"He won't stop texting."

"Megumi, you are suppose to be stronger than this." Shoko sighs, deeply disappointed.

"He sent a singing telegram to me yesterday and threatened to keep doing so until I sent proof." The teen explained, frustrated and more than a little embarrassed. She can tell by the way he gets louder than normal and the way the tips of his ears flush red. "That idiot has way too much time and access to money, Shoko. So let's just get this over with before he gets any other ideas."

Megumi hands her a folded up newspaper.

Shoko unravels it. "What is this for?"

"Hold it up next to you. He said he wants proof of life."

She does as he asks, but also flips him the middle finger. Making sure to frown hard as he takes the picture and sends it off.

"This was overkill."

"I agree." He replies and takes back the newspaper, then there is a series of urgent beeps from his phone. He reads the texts aloud. "He said you look like crap. Get some sleep or else. Something something about posting that picture from first year?"

"Tell that idiot I burned all evidence of that."

Megumi does and the answer is immediate.

"He says Myspace is forever." Megumi blinks, "What is myspace?"

"An ancient wasteland." Shoko tells him blithely and snatches the phone. Sending a series of complicated, odd and distinctly menacing emojis (it involves a lot of skulls, eggplants and fire) before handing it back. "There. That should keep him from using you to bother me. At least for now."

"Thanks."

The kid pockets his phone and nods, but before he leaves, he gives her one more deep concerning look.

"He should be back soon."

"Eh. Maybe. Might also get sidetracked by a dessert food truck too."

"Maybe." Megumi says, albeit doubtfully. Shoko chooses to ignore it and waves him off.

She still has work to do after all.

+

The thing about Shoko not sleeping is that it is on purpose as just as much as it isnt.

Sure, her work hours are probably enough to be a crime against OSHA or the Geneva Convention, and yes she often works alone because there is literally no one else with her gift but what else is she going to do? Go home? Ignore her dying comrades, the piling corpses and curses?

It is a shit job, but that is just how it goes. Could be worse. Probably. Shoko dances along the line of caring too much and not at all too often, to be a good voice of reason about these things.

That is the other side of it.

The part where she has seen too much. Touched too often, the worse bits of what remains. It is all on her to see what it all boils down to in the end and as much as she would like to pretend otherwise, it leaves a stain on her mind.

On her dreams.

It was easier when she could remember less; when she could numb with cigarettes, drink and love. Pressed between the lanky body of one, the compact slender of another. It was easier when the faces she preformed on did not have names in her heart.

It was easier when she was young, dumb and believed the future could be better if they just tried.

Now she is a little smarter, older and well aware of the utter shit show they are all forced to dance in. She knows her part, her limited turns and while she might still hate it all the way down to her bones she also knows the push to break it all down won't come without consequences.

She has already spent half a life burying his after all

So no. She never sleeps well on her own because every time she does, her mind fills with old memories that haunt her to tears. Or reminds her of the friend's she lost or worse, the ones she has yet to lose and really, if she has to pick. She would never sleep again if she could. Just to save herself the pain.

She is not a warrior, she does not suffer well when it comes down to it. She has a hungry heart and it starves like a wild thing, out of wanting. It wants love and it wants safety and it wants to go back in time and hold everything tight enough to bruise.

Shoko does not sleep for fear of the dreams.

-except when Satoru makes her.

"You haven't been sleeping again." He remarks, echoing Nanami but his tone all snark. It is past midnight and for once she is home. Driven there by a storm that closed down the school. She had heard the front door open, but hadn't bothered to move from the couch where she is nestled, reading some filthy smut novel that Mei Mei sent.

There was only one man with a key.

"Oh no. Who let the secret out?" Shoko mocks back with too slow of a response. She is just getting to the good part where the overly handsome, very rich CEO fucks his newly hired help over a leather couch. "Was it Ijichi? Sucha gossip."

Satoru snorts, kicks off his shows and practically bounces from one end of the room to the other, diving towards the couch and land haphazardly in her lap. Shoko, already mentally prepared for this, merely jostles unhappily before going back to her book. Resting the edge of it atop of Satoru's head. He had rested it first on her chest so this was fair.

"As if. That man will take your secrets to the grave. His crush is out of control. I saw him buying you a novelty travel mug today. Says best boss in the world."

"Aw, don't tease him. It's just a crush."

"Gonna tease him harder." Satoru promises, snuggling in. Stupid long limbs snaking in and around her body until Shoko cannot sigh without Satoru moving too. She gives up and closes the book. Letting it fall from her fingers to the floor so she is free to let them pet his white strands back. He closes his eyes and hums.

"Take a nap with me."

"Not tired." She lies.

"Liar."

Shoko cant help but smile at him.

"Yeah. Maybe. Can you blame me?"

Satoru, whose scars mirror her own simply holds her tighter.

"I will keep your nightmares at bay if you do the same for mine." He offers, and it is nothing more than a child's offer to hold hands in the dark, neither really has the power to fight off dreams but it relaxes Shoko more than anything else in the world. She gathers a throw blanket over them and places a kiss on his forehead.

"Deal."

Shoko falls asleep with a soft smile.

#fic #shoko ieiri

[strangerthingsstuff4]

A Darling Among Dragons- Chapter Seven

 It's finally here! thank you all for being so patient! I'm so sorry it has taken this long, i was really poorly over the holiday period but I'm back and will be updating a lot more often

Warnings- Still born, labor, mentions of blood, swearing

The warm air was almost stifling, with little to no breeze Aemond was sweating already. It was the early hours of the morning and as most of the castle still slept, Aemond stood in the yard with ser Criston. The sun had not long peaked over the horizon and the morning air of kings landing stunk of the contents of the chamber pots that were being emptied.

The prince dodged another blow the knight threw at him and spun in place swinging his own sword in an attack. A small group of maids and knights had stopped briefly to watch them training, it had become a daily occurrence for a crowd to form around them as they sparred. The onlookers watched as the pair danced around each other and tossed blow after blow.

‘Come on! More force!’ Sir Criston yelled encouragements at the young prince.

It drove Aemond to move more swiftly, he hacked at the knight faster and pushed him back in retreat before sweeping his feet out from under him. Sir Criston dropped to the floor onto his back and held his breath when he felt the cold bite of Aemond’s blade under his chin.

‘Very good your grace’ Cole smiled while grabbing Aemond’s outstretched hand.

‘My prince! My prince!’ A maid yelled breathlessly running towards the crowd.

Aemond watched the young girl hold her dress while she ran towards him, almost falling over her own feet to get to him.

‘My prince! It is your wife… she… she has started her labours’ the girl struggled to get out, only just managing to stop herself a few feet in front of him.

The sword that had been in his grasp a few seconds before hit the gravel floor. Aemond was across the yard before anyone could blink, his big strides carried him quickly through court and towards his shared apartments with his lady wife. He did not stop to move aside for maids who carried sheets or even guards on their morning rounds. He needed to get to her. Raenerys was only five moons into her pregnancy, this was far too early for her labours. Her screams quickly hit his ears, they were full of pain and anguish.

The corridor seemed to go on for miles now, no matter how big his stride he just had to keep walking. Finally reaching the open doors of their chambers he stopped in the doorway; his wife was stood bent over leaning against the bed. Her sleep gown stained red and shiny with fresh blood, her skin was covered in a layer of sweat and her face wet with tears. He wanted to go to her and help her through this but his feet turned him back out of the room and down the hallway. He was not who she needed but he could get her who was, even if he had to drag him to her by his foot.

Aemond forced open the doors to Aegon’s apartments and made his way through the rooms until he reached his bedchamber. His older brother was lay only his side with his naked butt sticking out of the sheets. Light snores flowed out of Aegon’s mouth as he still slept soundly, though he had not been into flee bottom in many moons now, Aegon had taken to spending his nights in Raenerys’ company. Recently he had taken to reading to her while they bathed together or sometimes, he would help her brush her long hair and pin it up out of her way.

‘Ahhh!’ Aegon groaned at his rude awakening of his brother ripping the sheets off him, leaving him completely naked and uncovered.

‘Get dressed’ Aemond demanded, throwing his clothes at him from the back of the chair they had been hung on.

‘Piss off! I have no appointments until this evening’ Aegon grumbled sleepily, digging his palms into his eyes.

‘No but my wife is currently trying to birth your spawn so you’re going to help her through it’

‘What!?’ Aegon questioned quickly, removing his hands from his face and staring at the younger prince expectantly.

‘She has woken with a bleed and pains; her labour appears to have come early’ Aemond informed him as candidly as ever.

Aegon had dressed himself in seconds and was running through the red keep before he had even tied his tunic properly. As he struggled to adjust his clothing while running, Aegon reached his sisters bedroom with his brother in tow.

‘Your grace! You can’t be here!’ Grand Maester Mellos gasped as he moved to stand in front of Aegon, who was attempting to walk to the princess’s aid.

‘Let him in Mellos’ Aemond huffed from his place at the doorway.

‘But your grace, he has no place here’ the maester argued as Aegon pushed past him.

‘He has my permission; he brings comfort to my wife’

While the Maester gave Aemond a knowing glare, Aegon moved to Raenerys’ side and held her waist from behind.

‘Sister, are you okay?’ he mumbled

‘Please make it stop… please Aegon’ She cried in response, begging him to take the pain that was ripping through her body.

‘She will not let me examine her your grace’ Mellos grumbled to Aegon, though he looked at Aemond.

Raenerys had grabbed hold of the hand that her lover had offered her, she gripped it tightly as another wave of crippling pain took over her body. She yelled out in pain, fresh tears falling over her cheeks. Aegon bit back any noise begging to be released from her nails digging into the skin on the back of his hand. His other hand was placed on the flat of her back while she was keeled over.

‘Raenerys you must get on the bed and let Mellos asses you’ Aegon spoke softly

‘I can’t’ She sobbed, leaning back against him.

‘Fetch her milk of the poppy!’ her oldest brother ordered without removing his gaze from her.

‘We can not my prince, she needs to be conscious while she passes the babe’ The maester said grimly.

Aegon and Aemond both knew the certain outcome of her labours. The babe was coming four moons too soon, it had no chance of survival. It broke both men to watch Raenerys suffer through this pain only to be put through the anguish of losing her child. But that was a problem to be dealt with afterwards. Right now, the main concern of all in the room was ensuring that it was not both mother and child that went with the stranger.

‘I will be here with you, come get onto the bed and let the Maester help you’ Aegon mumbled softly into her ear as he held her.

Raenerys sniffled and nodded as she enjoyed a small lull in the pain before another contraction took over her body. She was helped onto the bed where she lay on her back settling against Aegon’s legs, as he knelt up behind her on the feather mattress.

‘Has my mother been informed?’ Aemond questioned one of the maids quietly.

‘Yes your grace, Myra was sent to her while Lora was sent to come and inform you’

‘And? Where is she?’

‘She said she would come to the princess after she has passed the pregnancy’ A small mousy girl stuttered out nervously.

Aemond looked over to his brother, who was looking back. Why would she not come? Their mother was always there when it came to their children’s health, it was one of the only positives she held. She had been there when Haelena had been bitten by a spider in her youth, she had been there when Aegon had almost choked on his own vomit in his drunken state. But she was not here now, while her youngest daughter was on her birthing bed far too soon and was at risk of losing her life.

‘She is wide enough to pass the babe with some tearing but it is not likely the child will survive’ Mellos muttered to Aemond after he had removed himself from between his sister’s legs.

‘The princesses health is priority, do what you must’

‘Very well but I must insist that yourself and Prince Aegon not be present for the birth, it is not proper’

Aemond nodded at Mellos’ request and moved over to his wife and his brother.

‘Aegon we must leave, she is going to pass the birth’ he muttered quietly in hopes that the already anxious Raenerys would not hear.

‘What?! No you can’t go! You can’t leave me please’ she sobbed frantically.

‘My love we can not be here for this part but we will be right outside the door’ Aemond promised while wiping the stray hairs off his wife’s forehead.

‘I want to stay!’ Aegon insisted.

‘Your grace I assure you, it is not fit for your eyes’ Mellos informed him sombrely.

Though it was obvious as to why the Maester had specified Aegon’s eyes, he did not wish to make the notion of their relationship one of gossip amongst the maids. Reluctantly he exited the room and placed himself against the wall, where he intended to stay until he could be at his lover’s side once more.

He stayed there for what felt like hours. Aemond had gone and returned twice, not being able to stand the sounds of Raenerys’ cries. Aegon remained as maids came and with clean sheets and bowls of water. He heard every sob, every plea she made and every shout from Mellos for her to continue pushing.

The urge to run himself was strong. He wanted to get as far away from those noises as he could, never to hear them again. All he had to do was push himself up from his crouched position and his legs would do the rest of the work, carrying him away. But he stayed glued to his spot, his head stayed in his hands and his feet planted to the floor. He would not leave her, not matter how badly he wanted to. Raenerys had not left him when he had come down with a fever before his twelfth name day and he was not going to leave her now. His throat felt tight at the concept of what was happening beyond the brick wall he leant against. What if the stranger came for them both? He could handle losing the babe, they could make another. But her! If she was to leave him, he would have to throw himself from the red keep, it would be the kindest thing to do. The idea of living this life without her was a grim one but one he thought about all too often.

Aegon could not recall when it had gone quiet, too focused on not listening to her pain. The clicking of his brother’s boots approaching once more, drew him out of his daze. If the concerned look on Aemond’s face was not enough to turn Aegon’s stomach, the echo of his knock against the heavy wooden door could’ve pushed him over the edge. It creaked loudly as the Grand Maester slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him. His robes were spattered with blood and other fluids, from the layered neck beneath his chain to the tattered end that hung about his feet. The wide opening of his sleeves was drenched and sticking to his skinny hairy arms.

‘Your grace, the princess has birthed the child but as expected it was not born breathing. I give you my deepest apologies’ Mellos spoke directly to at Aemond but his words flowed to Aegon.

‘How is Raenerys’?! is she okay?’ Aegon demanded, cutting Aemond off from asking the same questions.

‘The princess is resting; it was not an easy labour. I have given her milk of the poppy and she is sleeping. She was quite distraught over the sight of the child’

‘Will she be okay?’ Aemond finally spoke

‘She will be fine granted she can burn away any infection that may come with her tearing’ Mellos stuttered gravely.

‘Thank you Maester, you have once again proved yourself invaluable’ the prince patted him on the shoulder, to which the old man beamed.

Aegon did not waste another second and made a move to step towards the door. A hand placed firmly on his shoulder stopped him. Grand maester Mellos shuffled his way to stand between the prince and the wooden door that separated him from the woman he needed to see was for himself.

‘I must warn you your grace, the babe has yet to be wrapped. There were some unusual bruising and disfigurements with the body that suggests the pregnancy was purposefully terminated’

‘Terminated? What do you mean?’

‘I suspect the princess has been consuming moon tea and a lot of it! To be able to end a pregnancy this far along it would need to be an intake of at least two kettles’ Mellos explained grimly, almost directly to Aegon.

‘Are you saying Raenerys did this herself?!’ Aemond questioned furiously.

She wouldn’t! Aegon knew she wouldn’t. She had been ecstatic to find out he was going to be there with her through it, it was all she had spoken about!

The rain was pounding the stone of the balcony adding to the relaxing atmosphere the couple had created for themselves. Raenerys’ swollen belly was quite an obstacle when it came to her favourite past time, brushing Aegon’s hair. He was sat between her legs on the floor while she struggled to sit forward in the plump armchair. She ran her fingers through each strand of his hair after running her brush through it. She held it at the root and fought with the new tatts he had managed to pick up during the day.

‘Vaegon’ she burst out with suddenly, ceasing her actions with the hairbrush.

‘What?’ Aegon asked confused, trying to turn his head enough to look at her but struggling with her hold still on his hair.

‘Vaegon… for a boy, it combines yours and fathers name’

Aegon grimaced a little and shook his head, he didn’t like himself or the man he had to label father, he didn’t want to tarnish the poor child by naming him after either of them.

‘We’re going to have to choose a name eventually Aegon, we had Aeryn until you decided it was too, and I quote, bashful’ Raenerys chuckled, continuing her assault on her brother’s head.

‘I just don’t want him to grow up to be some fat pervert’

‘I think it’s quite a gallant name... it could still be a girl we should have a name ready in case’

Aegon huffed and pulled his locks out of her grip, turning to rest on his knees facing her. He gently placed both of his hands flat on her bump. The heat radiating off her body never failed to send a glorious shiver down his spine.

‘It is a boy; I can feel it in my bones’ he grinned

Raenerys’ heart could explode looking at him, he had been apprehensive about the whole concept of becoming a father and having another person he was responsible for but, Aegon had never been so excited for something. He had been present when she had decided to have the child’s first pieces of clothing made, he had even helped her pick a shade of green for its basinet. Raenerys had never been so in love with him before, he had stopped all of his unattractive habits and become quite the princely type.

‘However… I have become fond of the name Aerea’

‘That is a beautiful name Aegon, now sit’ She demanded with a face splitting smile.

Once he was positioned on the floor once more, Raenerys began gently sifting through the tangles.

‘What about Rhaegar?’ She questioned.

Their whole evening had been spent like that. Raenerys had spent the last five months obsessing over have a small version of both her and Aegon mixed into one. She would never do anything harm herself or the babe.

Aegon moved around the Maester and quietly entered the chambers. His eyes instantly found her in the bed, sheets pulled over her pale sleeping form. Then he found the small basinet in the corner of the room, he needed to see. Although he was pleased that it was only the babe that had been lost he needed to see their creation. His boots patted the floor gently as he softly moved towards it, he had not thought to prepare himself, it was just a baby, a body. But it was much more than that, it was his child, it was her child. Aegon’s chest clenched when the full body came into sight. The purple tinted skin didn’t bother him, not did it’s disfigured limbs, it under formed hands or feet. It was the face. It was her face, the nose all thin and button like, sat about a pair of plump full lips.

‘The sex?’ Aegon asked when he heard the door creak softly behind him.

‘It was a female, your grace’ Mellos muttered softly.

Aegon chuckled softly, Raenerys had been right. He had been so sure it was a boy but she had been adamant that they needed to have a name for a daughter just in case.

‘She is beautiful’ he muttered.

A small groan from the bed pulled his attention away from the crip. Raenerys was stirring awake, groaning in pain. Aegon quickly made his way to her side, Aemond moved to the end of the bed. Her skin was damp with a sheen of cold sweat, her hair matted and stuck to her forehead. This was not the girl Aegon was used to seeing, yes he had seen her in many states of undress but he had never seen her quite like this. He did not want to get used to seeing her so distressed.

‘Aegon’ Raenerys groaned quietly.

‘I’m here sweet sister I’m here’ he reassured her, taking her hand and holding it tightly.

‘Aegon… I’m… I’m sorry’

‘Hush now! You have done nothing wrong’

Aegon brushed to soaking hair off her forehead and pushed it out of her face. Her skin was so pale and she was so warm, his heart was breaking just looking at her. She grimaced in pain as she shuffled herself into more of a seated position. His hands panicked, not knowing where to go to help her.

‘Mellos, more milk of the poppy!’ he demanded.

The Maester nodded and withdrew himself from the room to fetch some more supplies.

‘The babe… i…’ Raenerys stuttered as she began to well up.

‘I know… she would have been beautiful’ Aegon breathed heavily.

He nodded his head gently at the look she gave him. It was a look of disbelief, asking if she had heard him right when he had said she. More tears flowed down her cheeks and he squeezed her hand tighter.

Aemond stood silently at the end of the bed admiring them. He had been cautious when pitched the idea of allowing his elder brother to remain actively loving his wife, knowing how twisted Aegon’s desires could be. He had not wanted to force his younger sister into something she did not know the full extent of, did not want her to regret her decision of choosing Aegon over him. But watching the way he was sat there comforting her through her pain and anguish, reassuring her that she had done nothing wrong. He could see what she had meant when she had spoken of their souls. They had been made for each other, two separate parts of the same star being lucky enough to find each other immediately.

‘Raenerys… the maester says that the babe was lost because… because you’ve been consuming-‘ Aemond began.

‘I haven’t drank any moon tea, I swear it to you’ Raenerys interrupted him, turning to Aegon as she adamantly informed him.

‘I know you haven’t, I know you wouldn’t but… Mellos was sure that as the cause of the loss, are you sure no one has slipped you anything? Has anyone gifted you anything? Any food or wine?’ Aegon asked softly, his hand still firmly wrapped around hers.

‘No! I have only drank water that Lyana has brought to me’

‘Can she be trusted?’

‘She is my most trusted hand maiden! She has been since we were children’ Raenerys argued

‘The only food I have been gifted was-‘she continued

‘Was what?’

‘The lemon bars mother had me bring to you’ Aemond finished for her

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[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Twenty Two: WHY AM I DREAMING OF US MARRIED (Your in love idiot is that why?)

Everyone was sitting on stumps as you all watched the horror movie play from the projector. Unsurprisingly, Duncan and you had seen the movie, so Duncan was excitedly watching it, and you were staring at it rather bored.

“The killer is gonna go for the car.” You said, sounding terribly bored, with your head in your hands. There were about a hundred other things you’d like to do.

Duncan’s attention turned over to DJ who was cowering in his seat. “Dude, how do you get any girls?” Duncan asked and DJ scowled right before going back to cowering.

Duncan’s eyes flicked over to you as if asking you what women see in DJ. “I mean we like guys with animals.” You shrugged, not really knowing how to answer. “Good thing I got two snakes, and a piranha.” Duncan smiled as you ruffled his hair.

“That’s right, sugar.” 

“...does it help I have seven older brothers who have been begging me to date you since I’m pretty sure you were born?” Duncan sighed smiling into his palm.

“They were shipping a newborn and a one year old?” You said raising an eyebrow and Duncan’s smile dropped. “No- forget I told you that.” You rolled your eyes. But you finally noticed that DJ was still shaking in his seat even after the movie had ended.

“What part scared you the most?” Duncan asked his friend, sounding way too interested to be safe, trying to convey that ‘this idiot looks like he’s about to wet his pants, shut your mouth.’ But Duncan smirked, sending you a discreet wink as he continued.

“Was it the part where everyone met a grisly death? Or was it the psycho killer with the-'' as he pulled out his ‘hook’ hand, Leshawna stifled her laughter as she watched you mimic his movements. 

“Really, what’s your obsession with having a hook for a hand?” You set your hands on your hips causing Duncan to laugh. “You look just like your mom.” He smiled, and your heart crinkled at the memory. Duncan had begged Chris to put on a horror movie for you, since you had been having a terrible day so far. 

Grief sucks. Grief sucks a lot. 

“Come on Deej, for a slasher flick, that was pretty tame.” Gwen sighed, staring disappointed at the man, who shrieked sheepishly. You nodded agreeing with her. “Yeah there was no hacking. Not like Blood-Bath 2 Summer Camp of Terror.” You muttered as you sat back down. Have you ever heard the quote “Grief comes and goes in waves?” 

Annoyingly, it’s not wrong. “Yo, that’s my favorite movie! I love it when the killer dude sticks that guy's hand in the lawn mower.” Gwen mimicked her words, and you smiled softly. 

“Or when he pushes that one chick off the dock, and she lands on a propeller blade that slices her in half.” You remembered that was the one scene that got Duncan to scream when you were eight. 

Duncan today just gave you a look that meant ‘I swear if you tell them I’m going to tackle you’.

Suddenly Duncan noticed that DJ was still freaking out each time you mentioned the events so Duncan got in real close and whispered. “Or when he shoves the biggest dude into the woodchipper and plays with the confetti.” DJ screamed like a little girl and jumped into Leshawna's arms.

“Marry me?” You lightly chuckled, wrapping your arms around Duncan and leaning down (he was sitting where you were standing) before kissing his cheek. “Keep doing that and I might.” He mumbled before he realized what he said and stood straight up.

“It’s just mindless guts and gore.” Heather grumbled rolling her eyes. “Hey horror movies have a lot of psychological trauma.” Duncan pointed out and your eyebrows furrowed on your forehead before you spoke again. “So did both our childhoods…” you pointed out to Duncan. “Why do you think they were so fun?” Duncan said sadly kissing your forehead.

“Does anyone know what our challenge is this week?” Heather finally asked. “That’s a good question, it’s Sunday doesn’t he usually tell it to us at midnight?” You asked, suddenly looking around for the man.

Eventually Duncan and you found Chris and Chef on the dock hurriedly packing. “Is there a fire, Chef?” Duncan raised an eyebrow. The man ran onto the boat before he could respond.

“Bye beautiful, I'm gonna tell everyone we’re married.” Chris yelled to you as the boat quickly lodged off. The rest of the campers had followed you in pursuit since they had long-realized that out of the two of you, you were the better tracker. 

“You forgot this!” Owen yelled as he picked up a backpack from the dock. A newspaper fell out, you stared at it before Owen picked it up. “This is totally the challenge isn’t it?” Duncan whispered in your ear, you weakly smiled, nodding.

“Escaped psycho killer on the loose.” Owen read aloud. “Be on the lookout for a man wearing a hockey mask, who has a hooked hand and is holding a chainsaw. You raised an eyebrow. “This might be for you.” Duncan realized. 

“The plot to the Chains of Massacre: Deep in Camp, how’d he know that was my favorite movie?” You mumbled to your boyfriend who looked sheepish. “I may, or may not talk to the cameras about you a lot.” Duncan said all in one big quick sentence.

You turned around to look at him as the other campers discussed what was happening. “That’s a little bit terrifying, cute, but terrifying cause I do the same just not to the cameras, honestly a lot to Bridgette.” You admitted quietly. “Oh trust me I don’t shut up about you around her.” Duncan quietly chuckled remembering the multiple incidents.

Suddenly Owen pulled some stuff out of the backpack. Chris’s hair gel, the taser for Duncan and you, as well as a picture of you working out, a little remote, the strangest part was that during the time the picture was taken Duncan had been working out with you as well and he had been cut out of the picture. “Woah, maybe this is for real.” Gwen whispered, shocked. 

Duncan sneaked around the group before snatching the tasers and the remote out of Owen’s huge hands. He threw all three into the water and whooped.

The ankle monitor that was designed to keep you from leaving the island and would shock you unless given permission was finally done. A small smile graced upon your face. “Also, can I have that?” You snatched the picture of you out of Owen’s hands and Duncan threw you his lighter.

You held it under the picture before telling the group to continue on with their concerns. 

Duncan watched as the flames reflected in your eyes and he smiled. Doing those tasks was the first step of surviving Chris McClean.

Sadly somewhere on the island Chris laughed, replicas, everything was merely replicas. Duncan cheerfully waved goodbye to Heather as she stormed off. “Five bucks, Chef kills her on ‘accident’?” You whispered to him and he stifled a laugh. “Oh 100%.” He smirked, shaking your hand. 

Gwen shrugged, flipping the girl off behind her back before saying. “The first thing we should do is strategize back at camp. Anyone in?”

You nodded giving her a thumbs up and Duncan shrugged, “I kinda don’t go anywhere without her so-” he smiled pointing at you and you punched his shoulder. 

You all sat down around the campfire, but the sitting on the stump was killing your posture slowly so you sat on the sand but very quickly a tired green puppy *cough, Duncan, cough* had wrapped his arms around you and buried his chin into your collarbone and somehow was already snoring.

“I don’t understand how your boy hasn’t ability to sleep on command.” Leshawna sighed clearly wishing she was asleep instead of listening to Gwen go in with the rules.

“Where’s Izzy and Owen?” The goth girl demanded. “I believe they are currently breaking rules on through three, teacher.” You smiled cheekily. “That’s Ms. Teacher to you, sweetheart.” Gwen smirked right before  winking. 

You gave her a weak smile in return before she went off in her monotone voice going on about which camper should do what and yadda, yadda, yadda. 

Your eyes flickered to sleep and you snuggled into Duncan’s chest listening to the soft sounds of him fast asleep. You awoke to Gwen lightly hitting your shoulder. “Why is Leshawna gone?” She asked you. “She went to get some chow.” You sadly forced yourself around Duncan’s arms and his strong grip even when he was fast asleep.

 

You had gotten a little rest and felt like a new woman. “How do you know that?” Gwen asked as you both sat down on opposing stumps. “I listen a lot, even when I’m asleep.” You sighed, it was a reflex you picked up from Duncan. Gwen crossed out Geoff and DJ, and you picked up two sticks lighting them aglow. 

“You know what ticks me off? I was trying to help them.” Gwen grumbled.

“Live and learn sweetheart. Most people aren’t gonna listen to us because we act differently, or we’re girls.” You signed the flames flicking at your skin but the amount of times you’ve been burned you barely had any nerves anymore. “You really are a pyro aren’t you?” Gwen sighed.

You shrugged, and were about to continue before you heard a whimper come out of Duncan barely audible to the bums ear. But Duncan rarely cried in his sleep, only when he was on the stupid nicotine patches. Gwen noticed how worried you looked about Duncan and she sighed, she missed Trent.

You stared for one more minute before realizing he wasn’t going to make a peep again. You shaked off your jitters before you sighed.

“So? I like burning things. It’s fun.” You smiled watching as the sticks slowly got smaller. “Is that why you went to juvie?” Gwen sounded too interested now. Your eyes found hers and you smiled cockily, summoning the girl you made for yourself in juvie. 

“Now, why on earth would I tell you that?” You raised an eyebrow, you stuck one of the flaming sticks against the paper on accident, causing Gwen to quickly run off. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Juvie, Juvie, Juvie.” You heard the supposed killer whisper, and your eyes flicked over to Duncan as his eyes flickered in his sleep, almost awakening to the whispering. 

“Alright, killer. You and me.” You quickly walked off trying not to wake Duncan. But the second you walked off Duncan was whisked away by Chef, and put in a cot in his cabin.  

—

“Okay, have you ever woken up a person having a nightmare? Imagine that but with an ex-con who I know for a fact has knives on his body. I mean in a different setting I’d love for his knife to be on my throat. Just not on live television.” You laughed staring at the outhouse camera.

—

You met the killer on the dock, and smiled, flicking the lighter in your hands on and off. “Hey, goalie boy. Ever got beat by an exhausted girl?” Surprisingly you launched yourself at him even though the chainsaw was going. 

You scaled up Chef and used all your body weight to throw him backwards, causing him to land on his back and you straddling him as you took the hook, and chainsaw out of his hands. You took the mask off of Chef and smiled.

“Hey, Chef.” You helped him up as he saved you a side-hug and ruffled your hair. “Just so you know, I got Gwen and Duncan is in the cabin asleep, kid.” Chef let you escort him back to the tent.

Which was full of all your friends, unsurprisingly. 

“Hi, Y/N! We need to fight some time!” Izzy was so excited to see you. Everyone congratulated you. But something on the camera caught your eye.

Duncan was asleep but a masked killer stood over him like a looming shadow. “Who the hell is that in the cabin with my boyfriend?” You almost screeched. Scratch that, screeched. 

Everyone bolted out of the tent. 

—

Duncan’s dream

He came home from work, (where did he work?), and stepped into a house that wasn’t his own. He walked in, holding a briefcase and saw a woman that looked suspiciously like you sitting in a chair rocking a baby back and forth. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” The woman whispered since the baby was fast asleep. “Hello, mi vida.” Duncan smiled, kissing your cheek. (Oh my god was that you?) 

He was forced awake when he saw a chainsaw man standing over him. His first reaction was to, you know, stab his eyes out, and beat him to death, but then you all quickly ran in.

“DUNCAN.” They all yelled at him. But he was focusing on you, the absolute fear in your eyes and on instinct he reacted. 

He launched himself at the chainsaw man and kicked the hook straight off and pinched a nerve which made the man drop the chainsaw, he then grabbed the man’s short hair and pulled back as far as he could exposing his neck which was the signal for neck kick.

Duncan couldn’t see it, but he felt the impact as your carefully aimed kick was sent straight at the killer's throat, who very quickly started high pitched before he stomped off.

“Well that was fun, same time next week?” Duncan said, trying to mask the outright fear he felt now. But you smiled, rolled your eyes and gave him a kiss, which calmed him like a drug.

Gwen came over and gave you a high five. “I might steal your girl, Duncan.” Gwen smiled, staring at you with mock dream eyes (hopefully), Duncan laughed “You wish.”

—

That night Duncan and you got partial immunity which meant that in the situation one of you was voted off your votes would be cut in half.

Which honestly didn’t really matter that night because literally everyone voted for DJ, so it was a waste of winning a challenge. Anyways on that happy note, see you next episode.

—

Bonus: Your favorite memory of your mom

Ages: 4

“Mami.”

“Mami.”

“Mami.”

The tired woman looked up from her newest dish, but once she saw it was you she smiled happily.

“Yes, bunny, how may I assist you?” She helped you to sit on top of the counter. “How do I make brownies for Duncan? I have no money to buy a huge present.” You said the last part sadly.

She laughed and was curious “What would his big present be, sweetheart?” You smiled not truly understanding how deep your next words would be. “A new daddy. One that makes Duncan happy.” You clapped and your mom sighed sadly.

“Mm, you got a good heart my love. Yes, I will help you make brownies for Duncan’s birthday.” She smiled at you, you despised cooking but wanted to make your best friend happy. 

So that’s what you did that afternoon, you cooked, well mostly she cooked, you whined how boring it was, but your mom turned on music and told you to get your wiggles out on the counter that held no ingredients.

You danced as your mama cooked and she smiled slowly beginning to dance with you. After the brownies finished cooking, your mom let you have a taste test and you smiled wide.

“Thank you, mami! You're the best and I love you so very much.” You wrapped your arms around her neck kissing her cheek.

“Of course, bunny. Anything for you.” She smiled, attacking your face with kisses causing you to giggle. She sighed relishing in the sounds of her beautiful daughter so full of energy and joy.

The results had gotten in yesterday about the disease, she knew how long she had left but you didn’t know. 

She’d miss her daughter growing up.

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[deusvervewrites]

Ask game: Izuku and Mei are have quirks that makes them sparks from the webcomic Girl Genius (alt-world coined by author 'gaslamp fantasy'(mix of scifi steampunk and fantasy)comic where mad scientists rule the world during the 1800s). And together their going fo drag the world kicking and screaming into a scientific revolution! Expect a lot of explosion and a few rampaging monsters.(recommend looking at the wiki or watching a recap video cause the comic very long has been going on since 2002.

Bold of you to assume that I haven't been reading Girl Genius for the better part of the last decade or so. Admittedly, the series is best binged and not read on the M/W/F schedule, and I haven't binged it in a while so my memories of everything after Paris are a bit fuzzy, but that's way more than enough to get a good Madboy and Madgirl going.

Besides, Hatsume already acts like a Spark anyway.

Spark-type Quirks are a special subtype of Quirk, like Stockpile Quirks. Mutations, Emitters, and Transformations can all be Spark-types. I-Island has a secondary purpose to Quirk research: keeping Sparks away from the general public. Sparks tend to do some wacky mad science when unsupervised and it's always better to know how, exactly, they intend on bending the laws of reality.

Midoriya's specialty as a Spark is Quirks and biology. That is to say, he makes Garaki look like a hack. Replicating Quirks? That was his Spark Breakthrough. He was thirteen. I-Island scooped him up instantly. Which is good, because Sparks tend to lost sight of reality while they're working, and if All For One had pointed him, he'd have inadvertently perfected Noumu technology for him.

Hatsume by contrast is an engineer like in canon, but More. The things she build that don't explode in building-sized fireballs are truly fantastic machines.

Melissa does not have a Spark Quirk, but she's still brilliant and works as an assistant to them both from time to time. Hatsume and Midoriya both value her as a trusted friend and Chief Minion.

Both Hatsume and Midoriya attend I-Island Academy instead of UA, as part of that curriculum is to help keep them focused on not vaporizing the city with a wayward shot of their latest death ray or releasing a highly infectious mutagen strain or some world-ending bullshit. Sparks have to be stopped from doing that a lot. By this time Hatsume has some crazy machines to her name and Midoriya is bioengineering himself.

+1. Hatsume has a magnificent death ray.

+2. Nedzu is a Spark.

#asks #ask game #ask game series 14 #spark of genius au

[fenrir-wolf-of-gotham]

God I never feel loved. My two irl friends are cool and I appreciate the ppl/associates/friends I’ve found on Tumblr but god am I still suffering.

Back when I was a chud who gave a shit about the Star Wars sequels and watched Reddit memes on YouTube, I kept seeing memes about loneliness and over the years it just ingrained itself into my head that I’m never gonna find love and a complete lack of romantic affection from any source hasn’t helped.

It always feels like I’m screaming out for love and my martyr complex that grew out of my loneliness and resulting self hatred hasn’t been helped by any of this.

Sometimes i feel like a poser in the lgbtq community because im semi-bisexual rather than full bisexual.

The only thing that keeps me sane is a fictional girl who’s probably gonna get canonized as lesbian thus meaning I wouldn’t even be able to keep a fictional girlfriend.

God I’m a mess. I need an actual therapist and not the hacks I’ve been seeing. All they’ve told me to do is eat better and exercise.

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[c-rose2081]

Starchild || 14. Healing

(Disney Z-O-M-B-I-E-S)

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“Zed?”

Zed paced to one side of the cave.

“Zed.”

He then proceeded to pace back, worriedly rubbing the nape of his neck all the while. His hands smelled distinctly of sewer from how much he was actually sliming out of pure stress.

“Dude,” Wyatt insisted for the third time, almost having to yell in order to get Zed to glance up at him, “your pacing isn’t helping my stomach. You’re making me seasick.”

Zed normally would’ve said something snarky, but didn’t have the energy. It felt like every part of him had been seeped of it’s drive to do anything but pace from one end of the wolf den to the other. It had been a few hours since Wynter kicked him out of the side cave to start patching up A-ddison’s wounds. So far, he hadn’t heard anything but the distant, echoing, horrible sound of screaming. The logical side of him knew that A-ddison wasn’t in any danger; the Wolves had to stitch up her cuts in order to clean and wrap them. They lived in the woods — there was no anesthesia out here. The stitching had to be done by hand, which meant pain was a guarantee. But the illogical (angry) side of him wanted to rush up and tear apart anyone who dared touch his girl.

It was a difficult balance to keep. And, with what had happened at the game only a few hours ago, Zed didn’t want another episode to occur. He didn’t actually know how the town felt about his little display of monsterism. But from the short phone call to Eliza earlier that morning, it wasn’t any good for his reputation. Sending his best friend — his very blunt and somewhat overly forward best friend — to communicate what happened to A-ddison with Mayor Wells probably wasn’t the brightest choice either. But he didn’t exactly have the woman on speed dial, nor planned to leave the Den until A-ddison did. So Eliza got to play messenger, and he stayed pacing the length of the cave.

Most of the Werewolves had already gotten used to his presence in their territory, and continued on with their lives. Others seemed to take pleasure in watching him walk around in circles; many of them younger, wide eyed wolves who probably had little to no experience with Zombies. And then of course there was Wyatt, who Willa had also chased out of the side chamber (apparently the process was ‘girls only’). So the two had been waiting together for hours, Wyatt perched up on his ledge whittling a log with his nails, while Zed continued to walk an entire marathon below.

“She’s going to be fine,” Wyatt insisted again, resting on his knees and looking down at where Zed was circling, “Willa and the elders know what they’re doing.”

“I trust you guys more than any human doctor,” Zed admitted shallowly, raking both hands through his hair so it stood up properly, “I just…I caused this. I should be up there.”

“You’d just be in the way. Besides, you couldn’t control what you are,” Wyatt said again, “so you can’t blame yourself.”

“I can, and I will. Because it was my choice to hack my z-band. If I didn’t, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“We’re monsters, Zed. It’s in our blood to be what we are, whether we like it or not.”

“Maybe. But at least you have some control over yours,” Zed grumbled, flexing his arm which was still aching from the pain of his z-band malfunctioning, “I can’t just…be myself without this holding me back. But without it, I’m a danger to everyone and everything.”

“I don’t think A-ddison would see it that way.”

“A-ddison probably doesn’t want to see me at all,” Zed snapped harshly, blanching at the mere idea of Addy cowering from him in fear, “I’m the one who did this to her. I’m a monster, Wyatt. She’s probably scared of me.”

“So this is how you repay her courage? By pitying yourself?” Wyatt scoffed, “Zed, I saw the whole thing. She was going to stop you from making a huge mistake, even if it killed her. She wasn’t afraid.

“But I couldn’t even control myself. I was just so angry, and I felt like I was starving…”

“Zed, dude, you’re a Zombie. There are no brains in that head of yours when you’re totally monstered out. It’s not your fault.”

“Thanks for that pep talk,” Zed grumbled, “I have plenty of brains in my head, you know.”

“Yeah, now,” Wyatt laughed, “look, man. I haven’t known A-ddison very long, but I have a feeling that she doesn’t scare as easily as you think she does. The girl took on a rampaging Zombie, and three Werwolves in a single night. You should’ve seen her out in the forest — she was…ferocious. Even Willa had to admit it.”

A-ddison and the word ‘ferocious’ didn’t really click in Zed’s mind. After all, he had only ever seen Addy as gentle, sweet, and curious. But then, there was still a lot he didn’t know about her. It had only been a week or so now since she came, though it felt like so much longer. He certainly didn’t think he could fall head over heels in love with someone that quickly either, yet here he was. Still stuck at a crossroads: wanting to protect A-ddison from his world in order to get her back to where she belonged; yet, also wanting to be selfish — just this once — and have her love all to himself. Life was never as simple as he wanted it to be, and it made him want to put his head through a wall.

Running a frustrated hand across his jaw, Zed groaned and turned to pace again, but the sounds of footsteps stopped him.

“Zed,”

Willa didn’t need to say anything else. Zed was at her side in a second, undead heart racing in his sand-packed ribs.

“Is A-ddison ok?” He gasped, fighting the urge to run past the Alpha wolf and check for himself, “Willa? Is she ok?”

“She’s just fine, Zed,” Willa nodded easily, “Pup’s completely exhausted, and will probably be sore for a while, but she took the stitches as well as any Wolf. The wounds can begin properly healing now.”

“And…the poison? Is she still sick?”

“It’s almost entirely faded now. The Moonstone has been helping keep her strong to fight the infection off on her own. There may be some lingering wooziness, but that’ll be gone by tomorrow,” Willa explained, “A-ddison said you worried to much. Now I know what she means.”

“Does…can I…” Zed swallowed thickly, a bubble of fear rising into his throat, “does she want to see me?”

“That’s a stupid question,” Willa snorted, tossing her head, “of course she does. Just be gentle with her, ok? And if she falls asleep, don’t panic.”

“Ok,”

Zed moved to head inside, only to be stopped by Willa grabbing his arm.

“One more thing. Your eyes need to stay up here,” Willa made a motion across her collar bones, almost like she was threatening to cut his throat, “got it?”

“Uh, yeah?”

Willa stared intensely at him for a moment, but soon released her firm grip, heading back down into the cave to converse with her brother. Zed shook his head in confusion and exhaled heavily. He didn’t know exactly what the Alpha was referring too about his eyeline, at least, not until he pushed the curtain to the chamber aside and nearly tripped. A-ddison was propped up with a few balled up fur blankets, but only half of her body was hidden in blankets. She was thankfully covered in all the areas that needed to be, but catching sight of her bare stomach made Zed go totally stupid for a second.

He hadn’t realized how many body markings she had.

It wasn’t just the few on her face and collar, but he could see stripes curling around towards the center of her stomach from her back. Each breath made her ribs press up against the skin, and flex the musculature under the milky flesh. But, with each rise and fall, A-ddison also shuttered with pain. A patch of cotton and burlap had been securely placed over where Zed knew her wounds to be. Redness from the poison still peeked out from around its edges. Willa was right though; the black veins which had been prominent when he arrived were now almost gone. Only a few patches were still visible up the side of A-ddison’s neck.

Sitting on her collarbone was the Moonstone pendant, one Zed knew not to mess with unless he wanted to get the snot beat out of him by an entire Den of wolves. So he shuffled forward, trying not to be loud as it seemed as though Addy had already fallen back asleep. He’d just sat down on an overturned crate when her eyes parted. Once again — as they always seemed to do — piercing blue irises sliced straight to his heart. It twisted painfully; he expected to see fear in those eyes. Fear of the monster he was, because he had put A-ddison here. He had scratched her…he had somehow injected his poison into her skin.

“…Zed…?”

Her voice was weak and shaking. He couldn’t look at her. Zed stared at his open palms instead, studying them.

“Zed, please look at me.”

“…I can’t,” he croaked weakly, dropping his head, “I-I’m so sorry A-ddison. I’m so, so sorry.”

“…no…” Addy shifted where she lay, whimpering in pain as she did. This caused Zed to glance up at her, leaning forward to keep her from moving.

“Stop,”

“No. Because you’re blaming yourself for something that wasn’t your fault.”

A-ddison continued to struggle, breathing faster and harsher with each movement. Zed wasn’t sure what else to do but wrap his arms around her. He stood from his crate, lowering himself down to sit with her on the bed of fur pelt. She fit perfectly against his chest, half of her torso propped up against him, while the other was nestled into his hip.

“Will you stop moving now?” Zed pleaded with her, “please?”

“It wasn’t your fault,” A-ddison insisted again, struggling to catch her breath as both antennae flickered white from (what Zed assumed was) exhaustion, “I saw…in your mind. I looked. You were fighting so hard not to hurt me.”

“But I did anyway,” Zed mumbled, tracing his thumb along the outside of the makeshift bandage. This caused A-ddison to physically shutter, and gasp a bit in pain. Zed instantly moved his hand, though he wasn’t sure where else to put it but near her hipbone, “I’m dangerous. Always have been. I can dress up as a human all I want. I can win as many football games as I want, and go to as many parties. But the minute this thing comes off?” Zed shook his z-band in frustration, “I’m suddenly nothing more than a monster.”

“You can’t help that,” A-ddison whispered, resting her head on his chest as she toyed with the strings of his sweatshirt, “I can pretend to be human all I want, too. But I’m not, no matter how badly I pretend. It doesn’t make me any less an A-Lurian than when I crashed here.”

“But you’re perfect,” Zed sighed, “you fell from the sky perfect. I’m not.”

“Every living creature is flawed, Zed. My people committed atrocities on the hunt for perfection. And yet so many of us are still…mistakes,” Addy motioned to herself, “it’s just something you learn to love about yourself. Because if you were anything else? You wouldn’t be you.”

“I wouldn’t have to worry about hurting anyone.”

“Maybe. But you wouldn’t be as strong as you are now, or as loyal, or as drop-dead handsome as you are,” Addy insisted, ghosting her hand across his jaw, tracing the bit of it that was missing with two fingers, “you wouldn’t know hardship, or wisdom, or how to fight for what you believe in. You’d just be another ordinary human, living an ordinary human life. Not very inspiring, is it?“

“I just wish I could control it,” Zed frowned, keeping his hands away from A-ddison, only to have her reach for them on her own to grasp the fingers tightly.

“It’s part of who you are Zed,” A-ddison told him faintly, “and I have…a…deep fondness. for that part of you…”

Deep fondness. Zed wanted to know what she meant, but didn’t get the chance to ask. A-ddison had dropped off, just like Willa warned him she might. But her markings were glowing faintly under the power of the Moonstone, and her breathing came deep and easy — if not a bit shuttered from the stretching of freshly stitched wounds. And so Zed merely took in her words, rolling over them in his mind as he gently brushed through her pale hair with the hand currently not held captive by her own.

Eliza had always told him to have pride in being a Zombie. Yet she was the one who encouraged him most to be something he wasn’t. Zed never wanted to change — he was forced too. Forced to adapt, forced to carry burdens that he never asked for. He wanted to play football to make his dad proud, not to free zombie-kind from prejudice. And yeah, he was happy that they were better off now, but at what cost? His own life? His own desires?

But with A-ddison here, he felt…different. He didn’t want to carry the burdens of Zombietown behind him; he wanted to carry Addy’s. Zed could tell there was still quite a bit about her past she had yet to share with him; he could feel it in his gut. She knew far to much about the situation he was in not to have some sort of experience. And sure, she had told him about not fitting in with her extra-terrestrial peers, but how far did that communal dissonance go?

Why was A-ddison here to begin with?

It didn’t feel like she had come all this way just to buzz a planet which she’d heard about in stories. To Zed, thinking on all that Addy had told him, it felt like she was…searching for something. And when she lost her Grandma — the one person who understood her — the loneliness or grief finally tainted her judgement. Zed felt like that when he lost his Mom. Sure he loved his Dad, but his mom always had a way with words. Kind of like Addy, now that he thought about it. She always had some piece of wisdom to share, or some shred of advice which could get him going in the right direction.

How long had Zed just been tromping through life with no purpose other then carrying others? When was the last time he had actually been open and willing to carry the burden for someone else, rather then having it forced on him?

It felt like A-ddison had swooped in and took so much weight off him. He could breathe for the first time in years. He wanted to change for her; he wanted to be better for her. And he wanted to be there…all for her. Because she was the brightest thing in his small little world, and he wanted to be that for her to. Zed loved A-ddison. He loved her, more then he’d loved anything or anyone in his life. The feeling was only comparable to when Zoey had taken her first steps into his arms, or the last happy moments he shared with his Mom. It was honest, true, real love.

Something Zed hadn’t felt in a very long time.

“Zed, what did I say?”

Zed shook from his thoughts, blinking up at Willa who now stood over him.

“She was trying to get up,” he defended immediately, causing the elder Werewolf to lift a brow, “nothing happened.”

“Uh-huh,” the girl drawled, “that’s what they all say. Did you at least get to talk with her?”

“A little bit,” Zed nodded, “I don’t know how she could even forgive me for what I did…”

“A-ddison doesn’t seem like the type to hold grudges,” Willa mused, leaning down to examine Addy’s moonstone to make sure it was still charged.

“So, is she your Great Alpha?” Zed wondered curiously. Willa shrugged her shoulders.

“I always felt that the Great Alpha was more of a metaphorical thing. A story to keep our spirits up in times of doubt.”

“And now?”

“I still couldn’t tell you,” Willa admitted, “but there is something about A-ddison. A pull or something.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Zed chuckled, still brushing through Addy’s long hair as she snoozed on his chest, “so you aren’t going to tell anyone that she’s an alien?”

“No. I made the whole Den swear not to say a word. But Zed, she can’t hide forever.”

“I know,” He mumbled, “do you know if the UFO is still in the forest?”

“It’s not. The z-patrol took it away the day it landed.”

“That is our only chance of getting Addy back home. It feels like the only right thing to do. And the only absolute way of keeping her safe.”

“Will you be able to handle that? Sending her away?” Willa puzzled, “I don’t know your story, or how any of…you know, this…” Willa motioned to them, “happened. But it seems like she’s changed something in you.”

“A-ddison didn’t change anything in me,” Zed admitted shallowly, “I think I already wanted to change myself. I just needed a reason to do it,”

“Hm. So what’s the plan?”

“Right now? Try and patch up what happened at the football game.”

“And then…?”

“And then…I guess try and find a way to gain access to that UFO.”

“Sounds like you’ll need some help,”

“Probably,” Zed nodded, “why, you know some?”

“Yeah,” Willa chuckled, grinning her fangs at him, “I have an army.”

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[lyon-amore]

Mr and Mrs Liars Chapter 24

Chapter 23 Warning: Mention of abuse ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Jake POV*  The hospital had been filled with people having anxiety attacks because of the shot. Many doctors examined in case some had any injuries.     "Please! Help me!" Desperate scream "She has a bullet wound and has fainted!"      One of the doctors approaches me and examines her quickly.     "Okay, we'll get her examined and treated with stitches. Get a stretcher! The girl is passed out! "      They quickly come and lay her down. I follow them to a room full of beds and they lay her down on the bed, with the cure's cart ready.     "Why doesn't you go wash your hands?" The nurse looks at me calmly "It's better that you clean the blood from her, we're going to take care of closing her wound."     "She faints from her with her blood." I tell them worried about her, in case she wakes up. "She's sensitive to watch-"     "Don't worry, we'll do our best to calm her down."      I nod, trying to make the effort to get away from her. But I must get going on what I want to do. I wash my hands breathing hard. They have hurt MC. I… I can't stand that. It is the limit. I remotely hack MC's cell phone to get Phil's number, I must send him a message anonymously about what happened, he must come for her and take her to Duskwood. I'm going to take care of all the proof. Searching for Schneider will be priority one after all. I return to the room and the doctor approaches me.     "She's gotten a little nervous, so we had to give her a sedative," he tells me, looking at me calmly. "The police will come to question everyone present. Any information is important."     "All right."     "And don't worry, your girlfriend will be fine." He taps me on the shoulder and leaves.      I walk over to the bed, sitting next to her. MC widens her eyes a little and smiles.     "Hi…" she greets me, a bit sleepy "I lost your gift…"     "It's okay." I return the smile. It's incredible that she cares about her stuffed animal "How are you?"     "Everything is spinning around me," she admits, sitting up a bit, "and I think that in a while I don't think I watch horror movies." She looks at her bandaged arm with a disgusted grimace. "I think I'm going to vomit…"     "Lucky we're in a hospital." I try to joke, but my voice shows that I'm worried about her. "MC-"     "Is going out with you always like that?" She lets out a slack laugh "Ending with injuries?"     "Yes, if something is investigated." I brush a strand of hair from her face, she can hardly open her eyes. "I've warned Phil that you're here." little by little he changes her expression, erasing the smile "You're going back to Duskwood."     "No... No! I'm not coming back.” She tries to sit up on the bed, but I stop her when I see that she gets dizzy. "Jake, I'm not going back. We're not done with this yet."     "I'll take care of what's left, it's my job now." I see how she shakes her head and her eyes shine, as if she were going to cry. "I'll hack into the police system and show them what we found, there won't be a trace of me."     "You still shouldn't decide if I should go!" She touches her arm with a wince. I try to help her sit up better, but she pulls me away from her "I thought we were in this together!"     "I promised myself that I wouldn't put you in danger!" I raise my voice nervously "They has come to shoot you in the arm, but what if they comes to kill you?!" I see how she presses her lips into a fine line. She's angry and I can see it. She rolls over on the bed, her back to me.     "MC-"     "Go away." I can hear her voice shaking. She's crying.     "Now you can tell Alan Bloomgate everything, I'm sure he'll help you keep watch on your house."     “Go away Jake!” I couldn't tell if she's screaming my name in hate or in disappointment. But the way she yells at me, makes me ache "Do what you have to do."      I get up from my chair and walk towards the exit of the great room. Not without notifying her first.     "The police are going to question all of us who were there."      She doesn't answer me, but I can hear her crying. I clench my hands hard, hurting myself. It's better to leave her in the hands of Alan than mine. *MC POV*  I didn't do the right thing by yelling at Jake. But I'm nervous. Jake wants to get away from me. I have noticed it. I can understand his concern, but leave him with all the trouble? I got angry. It makes me angry that he decided for me to return to Duskwood. I wanted to finish this together. He wanted to do it together. What if something happens to him? Why does he have to go down with all this in case it goes wrong? I… I don't know if I even want to…     "Miss?" A policeman stands next to the bed. I didn't realize that he entered because he was in my thoughts. "I'm Agent Market. Do you have time for questioning? "     "Oh, yes." I had forgotten that they were going to ask me.     "Do you remember anything of what happened?"      I close my eyes remembering the situation. My arm hurts. It burns.     "I was with my boy- with a friend." I quickly correct myself, I'm still taking painkillers and I'm a little confused. "We were coming from the mall when we heard a shot" I don't want to tell him the truth. At the moment I don't trust the police until everything is cleared up.     "Did you see the attacker?" I see that he is writing in a notebook, without looking up.     "No, I didn't notice him or her."     “ ’Her’? Do you think she is a woman? "      The image of Aleena comes to mind. Damn jealousy.     << Jealousy? >>     "You never have to rule anything out." I comment, not believing it could be her.     "That's true." The policeman smiles kindly at me. "Everyone has confirmed that there was only one shot and you are the one who got hurt. Is it possible that someone was after you?"      I bite the inside of my cheek nervously. I must calm down.     “No, I don't think so. Maybe he was just crazy." I answered, sighing, pretending to be tired... Well, I am.     "In any case, if you remember anything else, please call me immediately." He hands me a piece of paper with his number on it and gestures with his cap. "May you recover."      I look at the paper listening to the footsteps of the policeman. I have to ask.     "Wait."     "Yes?"      I look up at the police, hesitating to ask. But… I have to, I care about him.     "Have you questioned a tall dark haired boy? He was wearing a dark sweatshirt"     "Does you know him?"     "He is my friend, the one I was with."     "Really?" I nod. "It's strange, he didn't say anything about you when we questioned him."      I swallow. Upset. It can't be that he omitted me from his story.     "Is he still out?"     “No, as soon as we finished questioning him, he left. “     "I see...“     “If I were you, I would forget about him." the policeman taps the notebook, a little uncomfortable with the situation "If he has hidden it, it's because he has a girlfriend and he doesn't want her to know about you."      If I could, I would laugh. Really. He has done it for me, not for him. He doesn't want to get me in trouble with Phil in case they say something about Jake.     "Thanks for the advice." I smiled kindly.     "If that's all, have a good night."      I waves goodbye and I'm left alone in the room again. Jake told me to tell Alan everything. He's going to be mad at me for not telling him all this “Are you involved in another case again, MC? Can't you let us work?" I just hope he can really protect me.  I get out of bed going to the window, to see the garden. A moment ago they had brought two people to rest in bed after the anxiety attack they had because of the attacker. Luckily now they are calm. I lean against the glass, remembering when I yell at Jake. I shouldn't have thrown him out like that, right? I want him to go back to the room. I want him to hug me and tell me that everything is going to be okay, that we're going to get Schneider put in jail.  I just...  I just need...     "I only need you..." I whisper, sighing "Only you..." No… I can't break my promise. I've already decided a long time ago. I look at my ring thinking this is the right thing to do. And I always stick to my decisions.     "MC!" I turn to see Phil at the door. He finds it hard to breathe "I came as fast as I could!"      He walks over to me and hugs me. I complain about the hug, since he inadvertently hits me in the wound.     "Sorry! Forgive me!" He separates and takes his hands to my face "Are you okay? Have they done anything else to you?"     “I'm fine, but don't make noise.” I nod at the two sleeping people. “What are you doing here?” I pretend, even though Jake told me.     "I got a message from the hospital saying you were here. Wasn't it that you had someone to take care of you? Why has he let this happen to you? Damn, that motherfucker, I'm going to-"     "He wasn't there." I lie, so he won't get mad at Jake. "It was my day off so shame on me for not being careful."     "I'm so glad you're okay, MC."      Phil kisses me and I let myself feeling it. Well, I try, because my head is elsewhere. These days have been hard, I almost can't believe I'm coming home.     "We should talk to the doctor so that they give you the new clearance to leave." he hugs me putting an arm around my shoulders and picks up my bag on the table "It's over, you're not going to put yourself in danger like this again, you're going to tell your boss, okay? "     "Yeah, don’t worry.." It's weird coming home again. Ah… I left the rest of my clothes at Jake's house…. Well, they were supposed to be clothes that brought back bad memories, but… I feel like I need them now.     "Were you in the bar when they sent you the message?" I ask, with my pajamas already on and on the sofa, comfortable.     "Yes, I've left Dan in charge of the bar." He passes me a tea and sits next to me. "I have not told him the reason, I was sure that he would also want to come with me if he found out."     "Tomorrow I'll talk to everyone," I answered with a small smile, "now it's too late to let them know that I've arrived."      I continue to drink and catch Phil's gaze. I puts the mug down on the coffee table and I laugh.     "What? What's the matter?"     "I don't know, you look different." He answers me, frowning curiously.     "Well, it's not every day you get shot." I replied, pointing to my arm.     "No, it's not that." He strokes my face, brushing a strand away. I blinked a little curious. If it weren't for the fact that I'm tired, I would analyze him, but... I don't know if it's correct to analyze your future husband in this way.     "Has something happened?"      I pick up the cup and drink again. I don't want to answer that. Because the truth was, it's about Jake. And it was enough that I kept it from him.     "No, everything's fine." I finish the tea and put it back on the table.      I snuggle up to Phil and hug him. He caresses my back giving me a kiss on the forehead.  This is how things have to be. I'm home. I'm with the man I love.  Everything is fine. *Jake POV*  As soon as the first ray of sunshine appears through the window, I get up preparing myself for my part. MC has already done enough with her research, now I play the action on my part. I stay in the parking lot in front of the police station, watching officers come and go. But Schneider hasn't shown up. Perhaps they are used to him showing up after a few days so as not to look for him, but I can't wait. I access the police computers and put on a microphone to speak. I feel like I haven't done this in years, I hope it turns out well.     “Voice modulation, done.” I say, hearing myself first, my voice changing “Okay, let's go. “      The first thing I do is put a photo of Schneider, I want to attract attention. Some computers have built-in cameras, I can monitor the video by hacking them. It is perfect to be able to see the reactions wondering what they are seeing.     “I suppose you are wondering, why am I seeing a photo of Manfred Schneider?“ I ask them rhetorically “Please, don't answer me, just look and pay attention.“ I smile when I see how quiet they are, I even hear them asking what find me Impossible with the Dog program.      I have the computers blocked.     "Your boss, whom you admire, is nothing more than a monster." I pass through the photos of Charlotte, in one of which Schneider can even be seen in an absent-minded way, without realizing how little he is seen in the reflection. "This young teenager, Charlotte Spencer, disappeared fourteen years ago. And these are the proofs that Schneider is to blame for her disappearance. Him and Peter Hammer." after several photos, I leave one of the conversations for you to read. His astonished words are almost melody to my ears. "I'm going to give you time to read it, pay attention to the words, since they are important for you to understand that you are going to honor an adolescent molester." I've seen how some of them have been recording with their cell phones since I started. Just as I supposed. "By the way, the name that you see censored has been with the permission of the named woman. It bothers her that everyone can read her name. "      When I heard several 'I've finished reading' I went on to the next chat and so on until they finished it. Many murmurs are heard, they still seems to doubt.     "If you are still left with the uncertainty of whether this is true, I think I must give you the ultimate proof." I look for the file and sigh. "This is going to be hard. What you will see next is not pleasing to the eye, on the contrary, what this man did to Charlotte Spencer will make you feel uncomfortable. If there is someone sensitive, please, I advise you not to look, with your ears they are not more than enough."      I show them the video and look away. It's hard for me to look. Some police officers exclaimed upset. Others look away. I had to put a censor because, unfortunately, there was a time when he said a special name for me. It shouldn't be sullied like that.     "Excuse me if there was censorship, again, the woman did not want her name to be heard. It bothers her that he say it in this disgusting way."      MC never told me to censor her name, I did it to protect her. It would bring a lot of trouble to her life.     "This man, Manfred Schneider, is nothing more than a child molester." I feel angry as I say it. He was supposed to be someone trusted by all the citizens, but he was actually a monster. "This man killed Ansel Laurent, a journalist who was investigating him. Case 712. A case that was never solved because he managed to avoid it. He killed Neumann's wife after hiring a thief and ordering her murder. This man is suspected of killing Jan Parker in prison, that thief he hired by bribing one of your co-workers to accuse him of being an abuser." I can't keep quiet, I have to say it all. I squeeze the computer hard, trying not to break it. Wait a bit MC, I'm getting it. "It is now your decision whether to search for this man or to let him go free with his crimes. But keep in mind that if you let him go, you will be complicit in his crimes. Don't forget it."      I close the transmission and take a deep breath. My emotions are out of control. I put the computer in my backpack and wait for the police to act. Some patrol cars start to come out of the garage of the police station. In part I relax, all that remains is for the word to spread among the news and then, everything will be finished.     "I'd better go home now."      Not a day has passed and I already feel that something is missing from the apartment. Gizmo greets me and I reach down to pet him. I have to see if it's over yet. I go to the laundry room. It seems that it is already. I take out of it, MC’s stuffed animal that fell on the floor. When I finished giving my version of the facts about what happened, I decided to go look for it. It took me a long time, coming home, tired, but I didn't want to leave it behind after having worked so hard to get it. When I go to Duskwood, I'll give it to one of my sisters to return it to her.     "What do we do now, Gizmo?" I ask looking at the cat.      He meows standing up, leaning on my leg.  I am missing the sound of her voice and it hasn't been a day. *MC POV*  Phil had told me to stay home for today to rest after yesterday's events. But I had to see Alan. So when I was home alone, I decided to text him that we should meet at the police station. He accepted right away.  I greet the people of Duskwood after a long time. Some people stop me curiously, even Mrs. Sully stops me by questioning me about how Phil and I are doing and if we had a fight.  What a gossip. I announce myself at the entrance to the police station and they take me to Alan's office and when I enter, he looks at me worried.     “Hello MC.” his voice sounds soft, almost like a father after not having seen his daughter in a long time ”How are you? Is everything okay in the report you were working on?”     “I…” This is going to be hard. He's going to tell me off ”I have to tell him the truth.” I narrate to Alan everything that has happened so far. The investigation of the case files, until yesterday. I avoid bringing Jake into this, but I can tell by the look on his face that I'm missing something else.     “Did you do it all by yourself?” he asks me, looking at me now as if questioning me.     "You don't believe me?"     "MC, I think we're confident enough now to know that you couldn't do the whole investigation by yourself." he sighs, massaging his forehead. "It was Jake Miller, right?" I looked away. Clearly this gives me away. I couldn't help it, after last night, I can't control myself at all when it comes to Jake.     "Could we not name him?" I ask worried "He has obtained his freedom, he doesn’t deserve that for helping me be in search and capture again."     "I guess I can just pretend I didn't hear anything," he smiles at me. I return the calmest smile. "I'll try to do everything I can to put surveillance on your house."     "But don't let Phil find out, please." I begged nervously, "He doesn't know anything about what I've been doing, I've hidden it from him so as not to worry him."     "Um... I understand..."      I feel a little better telling Alan about it. Maybe I should have told him from the beginning.     "Well, I should be leaving before Phil finds out I've left the house." I get up from my chair and laugh. "I worried him too much yesterday, I'm sure if he finds out I'm here he'll be mad at me."     "Of course." Alan gets up to open the door for me. "We'll also put surveillance at the entrance to Duskwood in case Schneider is seen, it'll be priority one in case he comes."     "Thank you so much."     "It's the most I can do to take care of you father's honor." His words are sincere. I can notice a certain affection in them. "We will not let his sacrifice for his family go in vain."     "Yes, thanks again." A tear escapes and I wipe it away.      Alan laughs and pats me on the shoulder. The atmosphere with Schneider is very different, with Alan I feel closer to my father and much more secure.  I'm glad Duskwood has a man like him.  After leaving the police station, I take out my phone. It's time to say hello to certain people.     "It will be better not to write in the chat where Jake is… I don't think this is a good time to talk to him again." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  MC Guys I'm back in Duskwood 🙂  Cleo Welcome MC! Did the report go well?  MC About that... I would like us to meet Can we meet at my house?  Dan Little detective is at home! Since I took care of the bar yesterday, today I'm free 😎 Your boy has been kind  Jessy MC!!! WELCOME BACK!!! 😄 OF COURSE!  Lilly Why do I have the feeling that there is something bad that you have to tell us?  MC Are you checking my messages? 🤔  Lilly Am I right?!  MC Hehe, who knows?  Thomas Shall we bring something to eat?  MC Hmm… How about a couple of cupcakes? I miss them  😩  Hanna More than us?  MC Yes, more than you all 😔  Jessy Betrayal! Let's not bring her cupcakes!!😤  MC 😂 😂 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  They're going to get mad at me as soon as I tell them the truth...  Chapter 25 

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[determinedwriter]

Whumptober 2023: Day 4.

No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

Ro

Pepper’s scream jolts me out of my focus on my homework, and I jump in surprise. Exiting my room, I call down the stairs. “Pepper, are you okay?”

She doesn’t answer so I go to the kitchen where I hear her voice, finding her by the counter. “Hi, Ro. I’m fine. I just dropped something.” 

I see it in her eyes. She’s scared. “Umm, okay…Do you need anything?’

Pepper gulps. “You should stay in your room.” 

“I don't think so.” A voice behind me says. Spinning around, I come face to face with a gun. 

I attempt to use my powers to stop the intruder, but he knocks me down with the butt of the gun. “Please, leave her alone!” Pepper protests.

“Shut up! You’re gonna show me to Stark’s workshop and let us steal everything we can carry!” A second man shouts.

“There’s a passcode. W-We don’t know it.” I lie. Pepper and I both have the code memorized. 

“Passcode isn’t a problem. We did hack your security system.” The first guy says.

“Friday?” I ask into the air, hoping to hear the AI that helps run the facility. Nothing.

Guns to both of our heads, Pepper and I are taken to Dad’s workshop where the two men break in. Watching anxiously, I see his work all get stolen. He should be home soon. He’ll stop them. 

Dad arrives home, causing the men to panic. They hide behind a counter like they had with Pepper, gun to my back while she greets Dad, trying not to tip off the invaders for my sake. She knows that any wrong move could get me shot.

“Hey, Pep. Ro. I had to get some things for dinner. Figured we could do something nice just the three of us.” He says to us.

The moment he looks me in the eyes, I know he knows there’s something wrong. “Ro, you’re paler than usual. And that’s saying something.” 

My heart pounds. “Am I?” I reply breathlessly.

He narrows his eyes. “You wanna help with dinner?”

If he goes to the counter, he’ll see the men. And I’ll be shot. He could be hurt too. Even if he is Iron Man. “I can put the groceries away and we’ll figure that out.” 

Still suspicious of my demeanor, Dad slowly nods. “Okay. Come to the car with me.”

One of the men presses his gun to my back in warning. “Dad…”

“Ro.” He replies. 

“Tony, why don’t I help?’ Pepper speaks up. “I think Ro’s just tired”

Please don’t leave me alone here, Pep. Please. 

Maybe she’ll get herself alone with Dad and tell him what’s happening. I have to be brave here. “Yeah, I’m just tired. Long day at school.”

Dad doesn’t quite get the memo. “Okay, what’s going on here? You’re both acting strange.” 

“That’s it.” One of the intruders growls impatiently. 

A shot goes off and I feel pain radiating up my back. “Ahh!”

“Ro!’ Dad and Pepper scream.

Falling to the floor, I writhe in pain. Dad fights the two men in his suit, quickly subduing them. “Friday, call an ambulance right now! Friday!”

“They hacked the security. Friday is offline!’ Pepper tells him.

“Shit!” Dad swears. I finally see him kneeling above me, hands over the wound in my back. 

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” I ask him, grimacing in pain. “God, it h-hurts.”

“No, no, you’re alright. It’s okay.” He reassures me. “Breathe. Breathe, Ro.”

I cough, proceeding to whimper in pain from the movement. “Mmph, Dad please…Please…”

His eyes turn softer. “It’s okay, babe. It’s okay. Pep, you got the police on the line?”

“Yes! They’re coming!” She exclaims. “Oh Aurora, please hold on!”

Wincing as Dad turns me over to inspect the wound, I start crying harder. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this. Oh God, I can’t do this. Dad, please h-help me.”

He seems to not know what to make of the wound, trying to keep my body still as I shake in pain and fear. “It’s okay. I’ll help you. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, baby girl.”

“I d-don’t remember the…last time you…called me th-that.” I reply.

Eyes full of tears, Dad keeps telling me sweet nothings to keep me calm. “I’ll do that more often, okay? I will. Just keep on breathing. Keep on breathing. I’ve got you.”

His voice slowly fades away, reemerging when I wake up in a hospital bed. “Ro? Ro, can you hear me?”

My eyes open to bright hospital lights. “H-Huh?”

Dad squeezes my hand. “You hear me?”

“Yeah.” I reply. “My back…what happened?”

He puts a hand on my forehead comfortingly. “You’re okay. The bullet didn’t hit anything vital. Doc said it’s kind of a miracle it didn’t hurt your spine. They’re still gonna make me wheel you out of here in a chair though.”

“And the guys that did it?” I question.

“Police got them after I beat the living hell out of those two,” Dad explains.

I sigh in relief. “Good…Love you…”

He grins. “I love you too, Ro.”

The recovery is more grueling than I expected, but both Pepper and Dad are with me every step of the way. But with people like those robbers out there, I still have fear that it may happen again. And I can’t know that it won’t.

What I do know, is that Dad will always protect me.

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[sleepytimepoet]

Hello. Here is smthn written and posted on the same day. Tw: metaphorical violence and cannibalism. (I promise it's not that bad I swear) Please enjoy.

You know, i shoud really stop extending my hand to people. What do i mean? I mean extending it open palmed and vulnerable and stretching my muscles to their limits just to reach someone or have them reach for me.

It hurts. The stretch, I mean. Pulling my fingers apart, tearing the sinue in an attmept to reach someone who has barely moved their hand from the body at all.

Now stretching isnt all that bad. Keeps the body nimble, less resistant to change or sudden movement. The main reason i want to stop is because they cut a piece of my arm off each time I reach.

Not every time, but when the person doesnt reach back they keep a piece of me. As a trophy or to embarass me further I cant decide.

Currently im missing everything past my left elbow. But thats only bc the first person i reached to took my entire hand in one go. My right arm is missing everything a little before that point.

It hurts even more when i was expecting to leave that situation with the same amount of arm i began it with.

But no.

Instead these beautiful women take dull cleavers and aimlessly hack at my arm until the piece they want has fallen off. It takes a while for my nerves to decide they were tired of feeling that intense ache.

Ive gotten used to it. The first time it hurt. I squirmed and fought back and called for help but was disregarded. This woman had called herself my girlfriend, my wife, my love. For months ! And now here she was taking my hand.

But now, as i watch blood spurt out of my stump and land on my face and hear my bones cracking and tendons screaming as she takes her earnings. She took earnings for the girl she actually wanted too.

Whats left is my shoulder to above where my elbow was on both arms. It hurts, the wound hasnt cauterized and my nerves are remidning me of my loss.

My face is wet too. I think im crying. I havent done that since the first time. But, i will get over it. I always do.

The wound crusts over and falls away, revealing my new skin and shorter stump. The pain subsides but it returns for a body part i no longer have. Almost like my body misses it.

I learn to live without those things lost. I learn to eat, feed, read, dress, clean, please with my stumps. And im miserable. And awful. And anxiety ridden. Worrying about if someone will soon return and take whats left of me. What will they do once they reach my shoulder ? Keep cutting ? Dig inside the stump for pieces of flesh and organ from the source rather than bothering with my skin, a reminder that im human.

The only constant is that they or she or he will stuff their maws of my meat and savagley lick away the remnants of me with a hand over my mouth to not spoil the meal (or to hide from the reminder that im unwilling, displeased, and alive). Only to discard me with less than i began with. Which already wasnt much.

And yet. I always find myself reaching a short time later. Always needing something that seems to be forever out of reach.

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[gattaxa]

“when you share a sense of humour with someone, it’s like finding someone who speaks your own, yknow, private little language.”

HACKS (2021) | 1.06 “Eyes” // 1.08 “1.69 Million” // 1.09 “I Think She Will”

#both so desperate to have their punchlines land when navigating fraught emotional landmines #punchlines so heavy with things unsaid #but they both get anyways!!!! #girl help i keep watching hacks and screaming #hacksedit #hacks hbo #hbo hacks #ava daniels #deborah vance #ava x deborah #no one fucking talk to me about Deb's expression in the first gif #(i kid please do) #so relieved that she's read Ava right but also a wince?

[shorkbrian]

Creep

Prelude - bitch hold on what about mean brother Shigs being an absolute creep? Inspired by me playing a boss in AC Odyssey and my controller vibrated so hard I almost dropped it, and I couldn’t beat this dude and it was so freaking frustrating!!!!!! 

Pairing - Shigaraki X Reader

Warnings - - INCEST, NSFW, innocence kink, do not read if those squick you out bro!!! Seriously! abuse of trust, dubcon, noncon, literally nothing about this situation is good, or healthy, or nice. Disgusting behavior is exhibited by Shigs.

Music - (does anyone actually like when I provide music? I like getting music vibes while I read through fics but ik that my music taste is a bit wacky lol anyways). https://open.spotify.com/track/0ODyahnUlK9G5bT4dA5NCI?si=10R9ggoJS1inYidrMeWrHA

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He offers to let you play his Xbox game, you keep annoying him by pouting for his attention and he gives up with trying to ignore you.

Stipulation - you gotta sit on his lap while you play, you’re such a stupid little girl that he forces his hands over yours, showing you how to use the Xbox controller while sneering at how dumb you are.

You’re too focused on the game to pay attention to how one of his hands has dropped from the controller, is creeping up your thigh, thumbing at the hem of your shorts. You don't realize that he’s plastered against your back, breath picking up in your ear as he hunches over your shoulder, thinking of all the dirty things he wants to do to you, how you’re too absent-minded to realize how much of a perverted creep he is. 

“Shit!” You curse, breaking Shigaraki out of his thoughts as you bounce your leg in frustration. He feels the slight vibration of the controller - you’re getting attacked in the game, enemies surrounding you and hacking at your player. Shigaraki is too entranced by how he can watch your jiggling breasts over your shoulder, jostling around as you jerk your arms, trying to not die in the game.

“Nii-san help me, ‘m gonna die!” You shriek, whole body getting into the gaming experience, jerking around in his lap as you struggle to press the right buttons. Shigaraki tries not to groan - he can feel the space between your thighs as you move around, hot and doughy and he wants to touch so bad.

Yeah, he’s always been a bit of a creep, but he’s never actually done anything to you.

The most he does is fantasize, thinking about how you’d feel clamping down on him, how’d you’d taste if he made you ride his face. What you’d look like if he forced his cock into you with barely any prep - you’d squeeze your eyes shut so tight, let out little whimpers and clench your fists because “Hurts, hurts! Go slow Nii-san, don’t want this!”

But he wouldn’t have to listen, you’re just a naive little girl who doesn’t know that Shigaraki would be trying to make you feel good too, that it would feel good soon.

“Stop wiggling, you’re gonna fall off.” He rasps back at you, taking his other hand off the controller to grab your waist, barely saving you from keeling over and onto the floor. You’re left to fend for yourself now, button-mashing, groaning when you finally succumb to your enemies and die a violent, gory death.

“I died! Why didn’t you help, you’re right here?!” the accusatory tone of your voice is ignored as you revert to the last save, huffing in frustration as you’re forced to start over.

“You’re never gonna learn if I’m holding your hands like that.”

Shigaraki’s glad you’ve stilled again - if you’d kept up your wiggling, he’d have to figure out a way to explain what the hard thing poking into the side of your plush little rear.

God, you had the most perfect ass.

Maybe he’s a freak, a disgusting man with fucked up morals, but Shigaraki’s always been a social outcast, seen as weird and wrong and criticized for every little thing he did.

What’s wrong with settling into the role other people were so quick to offer him?

Surely you’ve noticed his odd behavior by now, the behavior that’s picked up in the last few years. How he stares at you a little more than he should, how sometimes he slips into bed with you, murmuring some lame excuse about not being able to sleep.

The way he freezes when you give him an affectionate hug, clenching his fists by his side as your breasts are squished up against his body.

You had to have caught on to his uncharacteristic softness with you. He’s still mean and coarse and rude, but there's an underlying affection underneath the way he mocks your outfits, when he says you look like the gross character out of a manga he’s reading, how he tugs on your hair sometimes when he passes by you, wheezing out a laugh if you turn around and try to slap at him in irritation.

If you didn’t want him to be weird, you could’ve said something by now. You should’ve said something by now.

So really, it’s your own fault that he feels so comfortable being a sicko.

“Don’t tickle, I gotta focus.” You tell him, squirming away when he runs a hand experimentally over your stomach. You’re so cute, and dumb, he wants to bully you until you’re crying, say mean things and hurt your feelings only so he can kiss it better. 

But he doesn’t, because he’s a good brother.

His hand travels further up, rests right underneath your breast, almost cupping it. Still, you don’t say anything, attention on the game.

Do you want this? Are you just stupid? His affection is so obviously not normal for siblings, and yet you act like it’s fine. Maybe you’re a virgin, untainted with the knowledge of how sexual touches feel like.

The hand on your waist begins to slip under your shorts, his cold fingers quickly warmed by your skin. “Nii-san, stop that, it’s weird.”

Ah, there’s the common sense.

“I though you wanted to play the game? Don’t be a bitch.” He doesn’t really care whether you want him willingly now or not, he’s getting excited by the heat of your body, your weight on his lap.

You pause the game when his hand creeps lower into your shorts, when his fingers skim low over your tummy, too close to a private place that brothers shouldn't touch.

“Stop touching me, I don’t like that.”

“It’s not like you wouldn’t enjoy it.” He mumbles, and you stiffen in his lap, but he quickly takes his hand out of your shorts, stops cupping your soft breast.

The game gets unpaused, and you resume playing, although your attention is divided now, nervous about sitting in your brother’s lap.

Has it finally clicked? Are you thinking about what he could do to you, how he could make you feel?

“You suck at this.” Shigaraki observes, the controller shaking almost violently as you’re attacked again, overwhelmed by enemies.

“Well, maybe if you taught me how to play instead of being weird, I wouldn’t be.” You snarked, frustrated with the game, uneasy with your brother holding your hips like that.

Shigaraki rolls his eyes. You’re so dramatic, and although you have a valid point, he’s always been weird. This is nothing new, you’ve just been too thick-skulled to realize it before, which isn’t his fault.

A few more tries, and you still can’t get past the one group of enemies, dying after a few minutes every single time. You’re going to waste the batteries like that, controller jumping in your hands. 

“I can’t-” You whine, coming across the enemies after your latest death, already knowing what’s going to happen.

Shigaraki stays silent, red eyes finally flickering away from your body and up to the screen of the TV. 

You’re at one of the hardest parts of the game, facing a section that took Shigaraki two days to beat (not that he’ll tell you that). He grins as you throw yourself into the fight, immediately getting decked.

The noises you’re letting out are cute, frustrated groans on each hit landed on your player, muttered curses and triumphant scoffs whenever you manage to strike an enemy, which isn’t often.

The controller’s still shaking like crazy, and you’re moving around in his lap again, and Shigaraki is done. He can’t take this anymore, you’re being a tease.

He snatches the Xbox controller out of your hands, ignoring your little “Hey! What’re you doing, I was playing!”

“You call this playing?” The shuddering of the controller surprises him, gives him an idea.

There hadn’t been a plan, he had just been acting on instinct, hands itching to push you off his lap and to the floor, just to see the way you’d look up at him after. 

Like that, you’d be in the perfect position to suck his cock.

But he wants to go in a different direction now.

“Stay still, you’re so annoying.” He’s spreading his legs out, sinking back further in his chair to get a better angle, your legs hooked over his.

There’s no time for you to protest. Like this, you’re spread out nicely, exposed, even though your shorts cover your intimate place.

Without any further preamble, Shigaraki shoves the vibrating controller up against your clothed cunt.

“NIi-san!” You shriek, immediately writhing in his hold. But Shigaraki has an arm locked around your chest, keeping you pinned to his chest. “Don’t, think sins’t-this isn't-! Stop this, stop! Don’t touch me!”

He can bet it feels good, that you’re struggling to tell him to stop. He begins rubbing the controller against you, snickering at the way you jolt and writher on each pass of the hard, curved plastic against your protected clit. He can’t even imagine how good it would feel if your stupid shorts weren’t in the way.

“Stop, stop! Stop it! Stop!” You sound like a broken record.

“Shut up, you can’t even play the game right. Feel that?” the controller gets rubbed harder against you, and you writhe. “That’s how bad you are. So pathetic, can’t even fend off a couple of bad guys.”

Can’t even fend off one, Shigaraki thinks to himself. You could be trying harder to get out of his hold, could be screaming and yelling and scratching and kicking.

Well, you are scratching and kicking, moving around so much that he’s having a hard time keeping you still. And you making a lot of noise, but there’s no one else home.

He’s fully hard, and every movement you make struggling rubs him right up against the meat of your ass, and he sucks in a stuttered breath, biting his lip.

“No, no, no, no, don’t want this Nii-san, stop it-” Your panicked pleas are ignored, Shigaraki shoving your hands away as you try to pull the controller off of your cunt, get the vibrations to stop.

On screen, the player is still getting attacked, each new hit making the controller vibrate even harder.

“Ow, ow! It hurts, make it stop! Nii-san-”

“I’ll gag you if you don’t stop complaining.” Shigaraki seethes, feeling irritation creep up. “It hurts because you’ve never felt this good before, idiot.”

He remembers the first time he’d used something on his dick. It was your toothbrush, unsurprisingly, the one that vibrated with three different speeds and made you so proud of your pearly whites.

It had been so overwhelming, he couldn’t even touch the back of the head to his cock. At times, it felt so good it had hurt, had completely blinded his senses and leave him in a puddle of his own cum and sweat, panting.

So Shigaraki understood what you were trying to say - your inexperienced body needed him to slow down, ease up a little. But your gross, nasty brother wanted to ruin you.

Your character on screen died, resulting in one last heavy vibration that made you sob, thighs struggling to snap shut, hands desperately pushing at Shigaraki.

He felt you convulse in his grip, could practically feel the way your little hole was clenching as you gushed all over yourself, whining and moaning at the pleasure.

Your character was sent back to the last save, the game on a loading screen.

But Shigaraki wasn’t done.

He was still hard against your back, rubbing himself off as best he could, but he was finding his own pleasure in watching you writhe on his lap.

The controller was tossed to the side, nimble fingers sliding over your shorts, Shigaraki laughing at what he found.

“You’re so wet, holy fuck. That’s disgusting, wow.” You were drenched, the fabric of your shorts completely soaked with your juices. You only sobbed out a pitiful noise, maybe trying to deny it, but Shigaraki wasn’t listening. He was too busy rubbing over the wet spot, gleefully feeling you up. It was easy for his fingers to find a comfortable, mind-numbing rhythm, so used to playing games and deftly pushing buttons, using sticks and joysticks, directional pads and the like.

You were rocking against his hand unconcsiously, body unable and unwilling to decided whether to pull away or push closer - you had just cum, but that didn’t negate the vicious, heady sensation that his fingers brought.

Shigaraki quickly grew bored of this though, unable to ignore his dripping erection. He had never been a patient man, quickly removing the hand stimulating your swollen pussy so he could pull his cock out of his sweatpants.

With a quick movement, your shorts were tugged down, your brother completely pushing past your refusal to lift your hips, burning your skin with how forcefully the fabric was ripped down.

“Nii-san, what are you doing-you can’t, you can’t!” You cried, renewing your struggle when you felt skin against skin, his cock hot and velvety as it rested against your cheeks. “I don’t wanna do this, don’t make me do this-”

“I don’t care. I’ve tried to be good, and it’s like you don’t even care.” The man ground out, beginning to rut his hips against your ass. It was dry, and it didn’t feel great, but it was more than enough to satisfy Shigaraki. “I barely touch you, I keep my hands to myself-”

Which was a lie. Late at night, when he was sure you were fast asleep, he’d touch, just a little. Rubbing your nipples, feeling them peak under his touch. Feeling the curve of your waist, skin soft against his dry palms.

“-I wouldn’t stare either, but you wear those stupid shirts-” The deep cut ones, the ones that showed off your cleavage and allowed him weeks of jerk-off material.

“So annoying, just a stupid little imoto that follows me around, you just want attention.”

He knows you don’t do it on purpose. You aren’t trying to make him see you in a sexual light. But maybe that’s what makes it all the more appealing, how naive and innocent you are.

Fuck, he’s getting close just thinking about your purity, how much you don’t know, how much he could teach you.

He doesn’t know a ton, but Shigaraki knows enough about what feels good for him, and you probably wouldn’t want to learn, but he deserved something nice every once in a while, didn’t he?

The drag of his cock between your ass cheeks was making him loose his mind, the slide too rough, but it felt delicious and stimulated him just right, pulling at his foreskin and spreading his precum into a sticky mess on your skin.

“Fuck, stay still, lemme feel good-” His voice was choked up, still holding it’s usual nasal resonance. 

You sobbed in his hold, his fingers still playing over your shorts, exploring, keeping you occupied and frozen with sensation while he got himself off with your body.

And then he was breaking, splurting his seed all over your lower back, watching it come out of his cock in shaky squirts, painting your skin a cloudy white.

Shigaraki groaned, eyes transfixed to the sight before him. It was hard to keep them open, body shaking with little snaps of pleasure in his veins, in his stomach.

On the bed next to his thigh, the controller started shaking again. Panting, Shigaraki raised his eyes to the TV screen as you slumped against him, softly crying.

Your character was getting attacked again.

“Let’s keep playing.”

And the vibrating controller was pressed to your bare cunt, making you scream.

He’d have to wash it after this, but he figured it was worth it in the grand scheme of things

#gross misuse of Xbox controller #and I mean GROSS #shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tenko #one sided relationships #yandere shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #tw.incest #tw noncon #tw dubcon #dead dove do not eat #creepy shigaraki

[itsmymeaningoflife]

As the world caves in

Daryl sees Carol go down as walkers invade and his world collapses with her.

(I wrote this in the space of a few hours so please forgive the weird pacing and any mistakes- I just had to get the idea out once it was in)

Walkers poured in through the fallen gates; unrelenting as Alexandria’s defences failed it’s residents. Daryl ran out of arrows what felt like an eternity ago, resorting to holding back the wave with his knives. Aaron was at his side, caving in walkers skulls with each swing of his metal arm. They had pairs of fighters scattered all around the broken perimeter, desperate to protect what they had left of their community. But the walkers were never ending. Down the fence at a smaller breach, Carol used her body to hold up a rusted panel that numerous walkers slammed against, clawing at the edges to get in, as Kelly hammered in nails in a futile attempt to repair the wall.

With Carol out of arms reach, Daryl’s anxiety burned hotter than the adrenaline coursing through his veins, spurring him on through the fatigue to keep him fighting. The children were safe. Rosita had them hidden away and if the worst were to happen, Judith knew their emergency escape plan. But Carol was struggling and he had no way to help her. He watched from the corner of his eye as she dug her heels into the ground and the metal creaked behind her.

“She’s fine. It’ll hold. She can handle herself.” Daryl told himself over and over to keep him focused on the problem directly in front of him. No matter how much he wanted to rush to her side and help, he couldn’t abandon his post and put Aaron in danger.

Then all of a sudden Carols voice rang above the rest of the commotion, frantic and desperate and making Daryl’s blood run cold.

“Go! RUN! Get out of here!” Carol yelled at Kelly as the metal buckled and the younger girl backed up instinctively.

“No.” Daryl mumbled, as time slowed down around him.

Carol screamed like a wounded animal as the wall collapsed and a surge of walkers advanced on her. He could do nothing but watch as Carol drove he knife into eye of the closest walker, backing up under its weight as numerous other walkers grappled hungrily towards her. And then-

“NO!” Daryl roared as Carol lost her footing. As she tumbled backwards, dragging the limp walker with her, Daryl’s whole world caved in. She crashed out of Daryl’s view and into the floor. The wall toppled and more walkers poured in through the unmanned hole and Carol was gone. He immediately turned his back on the breach and began desperately cutting through the endless walkers that stood between him and Carol. “No! Carol!”

Daryl’s body was moving without command, trying to reach Carol without any regard for self preservation. He couldn’t hear Aaron screaming at him to stand his ground. He couldn’t feel the hot, angry tears that stained his cheeks. He only had eyes for the spot where he saw Carol fall. His legs carried him forward, hacking away at any walker that dared approach him, tossing the bodies aside.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed!” He faintly tuned into the distant voice of Aaron as the other man struggled to beat back the walkers Daryl had left him with.

‘I don’t care.’ He thought as his grunts turned into strangled sobs. If Carol was gone, then Daryl didn’t care what happened to him. He would rather be ripped apart by walkers or bullets than live a single moment in a world without Carol. He couldn’t go on without her. He wouldn’t.

When the walkers stopped coming and their corpses finally lay lifeless on the ground, Daryl’s feet finally let him stand still.

“Carol!” He called in distress, voice hoarse from the shouting and crying. “Come on Carol, please.”

A groan of metal near a pile of walkers caught Daryl’s attention. Something was stuck underneath and fighting to get out. He rushed over, heart thumping with wild desperation as he dragged the corpses off of the metal. Daryl fell to his knees in the mud, using the last of his strength to pry the metal upward and thrust his hand underneath. For a moment he grappled at nothing but air. Then, flesh found flesh and Daryl began to pull.

Carol.

She was battered and bloody but as he pulled a living, breathing Carol from under the fallen panel he let out a relived sob. She was alive and that was enough. As he strained, he fell back onto his ass, bringing Carol with him. She was almost sat in his lap, clinging to Daryl by throwing her arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around her middle. He squeezed her fiercely, unwilling to ever let her go again as he buried his nose into the crook of her neck. Daryl didn’t realise he was still crying until Carol pulled away, cupping his face tenderly in her hands.

“Hey,” she smiled through her exhaustion. “I’m okay.”

Daryl’s bottom lip trembled, unable to speak. He just wanted to hold her. He leant forward, pressing his forehead to hers, allowing his ragged breaths to slow as he breathed in her presence.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again.” Daryl whispered as the world slowly came back into focus now Carol was back in his arms.

“I’m sorry, Pookie.” She mumbled back.

He couldn’t even bring himself to be annoyed at the use of his corny nickname. They stayed in the mud, tangled in each others arms, until Carol cleared her throat.

“Umm Daryl.”

“Hm?” He hummed, content with his head nuzzled into her chest.

“Everyone is staring at us…” she couldn’t disguise the hint of a smile in her voice.

“I don’t care.” He returned, tightening his grip on his girl, completely unbothered by the rest of the world around him.

Tagging people who showed interest in this one shot when I mentioned this concept in my last post. (Sorry if I missed anyone/ tagged the wrong person)

@mothman-my-beloved

@rinchy

@lighteneverything

@carylisbeautiful

#caryl #twd #carol x daryl #daryl x carol #caryl is endgame #caryl positivity #caryl fanfiction

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

Hi! What is your very specific Twilight AU?

okay, so. New Moon.

party disaster, dumping her and dipping, all happens normally.

but THEN. Bella finds out she’s pregnant.

(and I know you’re thinking- pre-marital sex?!?! Edward would NEVER! but listen. I am the author now. I’ve been around Christians my whole life. shut up!)

so anyway after a million pregnancy tests and a lot of googling about vampire baby legends, Bella’s like...well this is probably gonna be a situation,

Nessie doesn’t have an insane growth rate here because I hate that, so she has a normal amount of time to prepare, and she’s very...aware that the birth is gonna be Rough at best. So she goes to Jacob

who is NOT a wolf yet but Is aware of the pack and the treaty, and they are closer friends already, and she’s like ‘hey. paranormal emergency. you’re the only person in this town who enables me. help.’

 and Jacob’s like I’m Fucking Fifteen and goes and gets Leah, since she’s technically an adult and a girl

(ms. meyer How did you make one of leah’s only 3 character traits ‘upset she’s infertile’ and then not have her support bella’s choices in breaking dawn please make it make sense)

 so they start brainstorming solutions and the best they can work with is. Bella’s gotta ride out the pregnancy in hiding. they have no way of knowing whether she can survive the pregnancy and the only clue they have about whether the baby will be a monster or not is from google searches, but they also can’t exactly take her to an obgyn when her uterus feels like it’s calcified and her ribs are getting broken and she seems to be craving blood

So, Leah’s got her own little place. Bella moves in there, telling Charlie she wants to move back in with Renee (she knows her parents would never willingly call each other so as long as she keeps up communicating with both of them they should be none the wiser of her growing a little dracula in Leah Clearwater’s basement).

Leah has already defected from the wolf pack at this point (because...the Cullen’s left and she didn’t really like any of the guys anyway lmao) so they don’t run the risk of them hearing her thoughts while she’s in wolf form. She goes out and hunts animals, brings them back and her and Jake drain the blood from them so Bella can drink it. All three of them find this extremely disgusting obviously but Jake’s loyal and a little bit lovestruck, Leah’s a supportive friend and queen, and Bella’s just trying to keep her and her baby alive, and none of them feel like trying to rob a blood bank

Bella is 100% certain the baby will just be a baby who happens to like blood, like she was in bd, but the tentative plan is that if a crazy soulless monster comes out of her Leah will...handle that...

Which neither are thrilled about, so Bella’s just trying to focus on staying positive. And between that, trying to survive and stay hidden, Bella doesn’t really have time to...Check Out the way she did in new moon. Like, she’s absolutely still depressed, and she’s still getting an occasional Edward hallucination because carrying a vampire baby counts as reckless in many books, but she’s just more...resigned and pissed than anything. She’ll have days like the ‘possibilities’ scene, but more often than not she’s just telling the Edward hallucination to go fuck himself when he’s begging her to find the real him so they can have Carlisle deal with the pregnancy 

at some point, Seth gets roped into the whole mess (he’s prone to just breaking into his sister’s house) but since he’s like, 13 and The Best Baby Boy he’s immediately supportive. He didn’t even fucking know about the wolves and the vampires until he walked in on a six months pregnant Bella drinking blood while his sister and Jacob are hacking away at a dead deer, but he’s like...you know when you were 13 and sneaking around about Anything made you feel like the coolest person alive? point is he’s helpful

AND he can get away with spending a lot of time at Leah’s house without anyone finding it weird, unlike Jacob, so he starts spending most of his free time there keeping Bella company and brightening her day up

HE is the one who enables her when she comes up with the name Renesmee lmao

(just because she hates Edward doesn’t mean Esme ever did anything wrong!)

“bella I’ll throw you out of this house if you don’t come up with a real name” “leah she’s white you can’t just disrespect her culture like this omg”

anyway these four become the DORKIEST and WEIRDEST little family it’s cute

so then. labor.

it’s less...graphic than in bd because Bella hasn’t been actively dying the whole pregnancy and she doesn’t snap her spine in half, but it’s still. bad.

she essentially delivers a rock that Nessie then begins chewing her way out of. she’s actively bleeding out. Jacob’s having a panic attack. Leah made Seth watch so he would never have unprotected sex and the scare tactic is working. Leah’s covered in Bella’s blood which is not great considering she’s Holding A Rock That A Vampire Is Emerging From

Leah’s been taking classes and researching deliveries so she needs to stitch Bella up and see what else is wrong but Seth is rocking back and forth on the floor crying and Jacob’s screaming and pacing too fast to grab so she’s like. Bella babe I know you’re dying but you need to hold this thing for me ksjdfllksf

so while she’s handling That, Bella’s got this weird little rock in her arms and is watching the baby slowly fight it’s way out like this is a very fucked up egg or something and she’s just. overwhelmed. maybe it’s the blood loss but she’s looking at the messy, scrunchy little face and she’s already in love and envisioning their lives together.

and then, you know, the baby bites her,

she has just enough time to think ‘how did we not think to prepare for that’ before she can feel the venom coursing through her. it’s just as bad as she remembers from James’ bite but somehow...easier to tolerate. she blacks out pretty quickly

the other 3 notice and are like : 👁👄👁

Jacob...literally explodes into a wolf On Spot

Seth darts out the fucking door he’s seen enough for one day

Leah, sole holder of the braincell, realizes Nessie just bit and isn’t drinking from Bella, and deduces this is like...a survival instinct or something. the baby instinctively changes it’s mother first thing. weirdly...touching? 

So she gets the baby and checks that everything is physically okay with Bella (apart from you know. changing species) and is like...guess this is an issue for 3 days from now Leah

more immediate pressing issues: screaming new born baby and oh, yeah, the giant red wolf in the basement,

“Jacob I know this is disorienting but if you break anything in my house I’ll fucking kill you”

she really just leaves the poor boy to go get the baby cleaned up and warm up some of the frozen blood they’ve got in her fridge (RUINING HER TUPPERWARE, BELLA)

she’s not worried about the wolf pack mind meld yet because she knows Sam took the guys on a mission way farther up the coast for a few days and they’ll be too far away to hear Jake. hopefully, by the time they get back, Bella will be awake and they’ll have made an escape plan by then

and as she’s bottle feeding blood to the baby she’s thrilled that it seems to be like...relatively normal and not s horrific monster or anything. mission: unwillingly murder my best friend’s baby has been successfully canceled 

“Oh Goddamn it....Renesmee DOES fit you...”

Seth, from where he’s cowering behind the couch: “told you”

so, Jake eventually calms down, they spend the next few days cooing over Nessie and brainstorming how to handle Bella when she wakes up a vampire, and also nicknaming Nessie ‘Nessie’ because they know Bella will find that intolerable and they feel she deserves karmic punishment for stressing them out so much lmao

so, three days are up. Seth’s upstairs putting on a way-too-elaborate puppet show for the baby with not a care in the world. Leah and Jake are in the basement because they know Bella probably won’t want their wolf blood and their ready to phase in case she gets a little aggressive

but she just wakes up and is like. hey! how’s it going? where’s my baby?

sjdhfksdj they were expecting feral but Bella still has her super self-control. she didn’t even realize she’d changed into a vampire until they told her lmao

Bella’s a little too freaked out to try hunting yet so they give her some of the stored blood they’ve been feeding Ness and she’s like. good to go. Leah’s about to scream like have the elders been exaggerating this whole time or is Bella truly a freak??? lol

So, they spend a couple days just...relaxing, Bella and Renesmee bonding, they’re trying to come up with fun places Bella can move to with the baby so no one she knows finds out, and every now and then Leah and Jake go out and she tries to help him get the wolf thing under control

and then,,,,the pack get back from their mission early

and immediately are able to read Jacob’s mind

so they head over to Start Shit because there’s two bloodsuckers on their land but,

the pack not attacking because Jake imprinted on Renesmee? tired. the pack not attacking because Jake’s Alpha Genes have taken over and declared Nessie and Bella as part of his Pack and attacking would literally start a war? inspired

so they hash the whole thing out....ultimately Sam decides Bella is more of a victim than a threat, and since neither her or Nessie seem to be going on a bloodlust rampage any time soon...he decides to grant them immunity from the whole ‘kill the vampires’ rule. He’ll let her and her daughter stay in La Push as long as they agree to stick to animals and only hunt out of town. PLUS from what little Bella knows about the Volturi, she’s worried about them finding out about Nessie, so they’ll offer protection if that does happen, in exchange for her being able to help them with intel on any other vampire threats in the area (you know like. if a nomad is fucking stuff up in a nearby city, they’ll send her to talk to them first before deciding if they need to intervene. Sam has become acutely aware he has a lot of teens and kids in his pack, so he’s trying to keep them out of fights as much as possible)  

anyway that’s the story of Nessie gaining like 17 chaotic as hell ride or die uncles,

let’s fast forward a bit

it’s like 15 years later. Bella’s not living with Leah anymore, but she’s got a cute apartment in a nearby town, and owns and runs a bookstore on the first floor of it. she got her ged and did college online and teaches night classes at a community college. She’s still in contact with her parents, who Adore the life out of Nessie. She still helps the pack out and they’re all close. Nessie is a handful but in a fun and lovable way. They go on little weekend trips whenever they have time. Bella’s happy.

but then a. Situation. arises.

basically, the Volturi have been made aware of some unknown vampire chasing others out of the pacific northwest and conspiring with shapeshifters. and you know when Aro gets curious he tends to spin things dramatically. who’s to say this vampire isn’t conspiring against all vampires? against them? why has no one’s special talents worked on her? he simply must find out.

Bella and the Pack get word and decide their best course of action for now is to go on the run. they’re not gonna be able to take on a whole army but if they can bide some time and lay low they might be able to figure something out

except Bella is like....I have a teenage hybrid that the Volturi don’t know about yet...it would be EXTREMELY irresponsible to take her with me

but she can’t send Nessie to Charlie or Renee because they don’t know about her...dietary restrictions. She can’t stay with Billy or anyone else in La Push because the Volturi might trace the pack’s scent there and discover her. She’s panicking, they have to leave in a few days max and she can’t find a safe place for her daughter

and then she’s like.....fuck.

she had run into Jasper a couple of years ago- they have the same forgery guy and were heading to his building around the same time as a coincidence. She promised to forgive him for the party incident if he promised not to tell Edward he saw her and that she’s a vampire now. He agreed, but then told her Edward’s been living on his own for a while now and insisted on giving her his number...she never could bring herself to call it or delete it...but now...if she wants to be 100% Nessie is safe and protected...

fuck

So, the past 15 years have been fairly rough for Edward

he’s still convinced leaving in order to save Bella was the best course of action, but like...the vampires canonically mate for life. that’s his soulmate. he’s absolutely miserable without her. he’s thought about cracking and going to find her again but he always talks himself out of it, convinced she’d just tell him she hates him or something

so as stated in his patented Edward Cullen Self Loathing Guide, first thing to do is isolate yourself from all the lovebirds you usually live with. Sure, he keeps in contact, but...not well. he’s currently living alone and posing as a university student. He’s not even really sure what he’s supposed to be majoring in. He’s mostly been in a haze since he left Forks.

and one day....he gets a call from an unknown number. he ignores it, thinking it’s a spam call. but then it calls like 8 more times in a row and he figures answering might be a bit smarter than simply throwing it at the wall

And Edward...swears he came back to life and immediately had a heart attack the second he hears Bella’s voice

He feels breathless and disoriented the whole conversation, trying to figure out if his memory did her voice any justice, trying to rush out 15 years worth of apologies, trying to comprehend she’s actually speaking to him.

But Bella’s very blunt on the phone. She doesn’t want to let herself get emotional. She’s on a time limit, and she has to focus on getting her daughter to safety

And Edward swears he somehow misheard her the first ten or so times she told him. He had a daughter? that wasn’t possible

“she has the audacity to be your Evil Twin so I’m pretty sure it’s possible”

so she gives him a rundown. she needs to go into hiding, no I don’t need your help with that, gives him details about Nessie, what she’s like, what she likes to do, her diet, her favorite color, how annoyed she is by this whole situation, “Edward I know you don’t love me anymore, but I remember how protective you were, and that’s what I need Nessie to have right now. She needs you right now” and Edward wants so badly to refute Bella’s claim of lost love, to tell her he has absolutely no idea how to be a parent, but...her tone is aching so much he can barely speak. He can’t let Bella down again, and he can’t let this little girl he foolishly created and left down anymore than he already has, either.

So he agrees, she tells him to be at the airport in a few days, and hangs up. 

Edward loses about half a day staring at a wall in shock, before he jumps into preparations.

Bella told him while their daughter possessed some speed and strength, hunting was fairly dangerous for her. She was more delicate than his kind, and had a heartbeat. Reheated blood bags had been their best option, and she also needed human food as well. He also had to get a room ready for her- he wandered around stores for hours, reading young girls minds to see if there was any furniture or decorations that were universally liked- which was of course, fruitless, but he did manage to find a handful of things he was sure Bella would have liked at that age, and prayed for the best. He somehow got himself covered in purple paint that was a nightmare to get off. Bella had sent him some forged documents claiming Nessie was his younger sister he’d won custody of, and he got her enrolled in a nearby school. He lived every day leading up to her arrival staving off a panic attack.

it wasn’t until he was on the way to the airport that he realized he forgot to inform his family about this life update. they must’ve been on a hunting trip, because he got nothing but voicemails 

imagine being Carlisle and you come home to a voicemail from your son who’s banished himself from the family that’s just like ‘hi. you’re a grandfather now. I’m having a nervous breakdown and might crash my car. call me back at your earliest convenience I suppose” like what would you DO

 after he gets to the airport he starts panicking again, realizing Bella had never actually sent him a picture, worrying about how he’d find her, but then- he sees a tiny girl with untamed, dark red curls, features strikingly similar to his own that are pulled into the expression Bella always made when she was reading, absently chewing on her lip, and before she looks at him with her mother’s big brown eyes, he already knows who he’s looking at, and he’s certain if he was human his tear ducts would be having a fit right now

Renesmee, however, seems less willing to have an emotional meeting. She mumbles out a simple greeting before gathering up her bags and heading for the door, Edward rushing behind her to try and help

listen. the awkwardness of Charlie trying to connect with Bella. but 10000x worse because of Edward’s overthinking, self-deprecating ass and Nessie being like ‘ah yes the guy who broke my pregnant teenage mothers heart, fantastic’ lmao

the car ride is p a i n f u l. Edward’s trying so hard for light conversation and Nessie’s barely giving one word answers. Bella had warned her about the mind reading so she was carefully keeping her mind blocked, which Edward is trying very hard to be understanding about instead of annoyed, but By God does he want to know everything about her

when they get back to his place, she quietly thanks him for the room and then promptly locks him out of it lol. He spends the rest of the day just pacing back and forth until he realizes he should eventually feed her lmao

and that’s...kinda how the first couple weeks go. she only emerges from her room if he bribes her with food, she awkwardly tries to dodge his questions, he drives her to school and then begs her to tell him how it went when he picks her up, he spends his college classes distracted because he’s freaking out constantly about how to successfully bond with her. His favorite time of day now is night, because she can’t block her mind while she’s asleep, and even if her dreams are all nonsense they’re still...part of her that he gets to know.

His family keeps begging him to let them meet her, but he’s pushing back because if she’s this bad at adjusting to one new family member, how is she going to handle six more?

(meanwhile Alice and Rose started a group chat with her and are having a ball clowning Edward lmao)

wait ksjflksd I think this vine perfectly sums up the dynamic im envisioning  https://youtu.be/wQZIUHNORHg

anyway they....very slowly make some progress. much too slowly for Edward’s taste, but hey.

Like he finds out snacks she likes. or jewelry she likes. stuff like that and just...wordlessly leaves it around for her lmao. he thinks it’s like trying not to startle a deer, Nessie thinks it’s more like a cat trying to gift you a dead mouse, but either way it’s weirdly endearing.

He notices she always has a huffy little frown when he picks her up on Wednesdays. So instead of begging her for an ounce of information of her school life, he asks her one Wednesday morning if she’s excited for the day and she admits she has an elective class every Wednesday with a girl she doesn’t get along with.

He gets her school photos (and Weeps) and realizes apart from her room the home is fairly barren of decorations, so he buys a bunch of picture frames and hangs up the school shots, and some pictures of the Cullen’s over the years, and the few he has of Bella that he could never bear to part with. Other than catching her smiling at the prom picture of her parents, Nessie doesn’t say anything- but the next time he comes home from hunting, there’s a pile of pictures of her growing up on the table, and he starts weeping all over again as he hangs them up

(there’s one of her and Bella hugging and looking at the camera with identical grins and joy in their eyes, he can’t help but put that in his room. He hopes one day he’ll get to see a scene like that in person)

He starts trying to get her out of her room a little more- he still hasn’t managed to a get a ‘favorites’ list out of her, so he starts playing movies Bella loved, to see if any of them lure her out. some do, some don’t- he got halfway through a Lord of the Rings marathon, which was Torture in his opinion, but then Ness came out and quietly asked if he could restart it and suddenly they became his favorite movies ever.

Bella’s not able to contact her on a set schedule or anything because of her situation (and you can bet your ass Edward’s contacted every vampire he knows and ordered them to help her out if they come across her or the Volturi), and Edward realizes that’s probably taking a toll on the girl, so he starts telling her stories of her mother when he knew her in Forks. She’s particularly amused by the blood typing incident- the first time Edward hears Nessie properly laugh, he literally starts crying on the spot

could you imagine the sheer panic if she ever gets so much as a cold

And yes, she’s still pissed on Bella’s behalf, and yes, she specifically blasts 70s music because Bella told her he hates it one time, and yes, if he looks at her like he’s a kicked puppy one more time she might claw his eyes out, and yes, she refuses to introduce him to her friends from school because she Knows everyone will then start asking her about her ‘hot brother’ and she can’t live with that and also can’t live with him knowing that so she told him if he ever introduces himself to any of her friends she’ll set him on fire, and yes, she’s homesick 95% of the time but...he’s growing on her. like a mold, or something.

(okay, maybe when Seth tried to analyze why Mamma Mia is her favorite musical, he might have had a point. half a point. quarter of a point. shut up.)

And Edward’s still trying to not have a panic attack every time she’s out of his sight- he’s got Carlisle keeping tabs on the Volturi for him, and it’s not exactly hard for him to keep track of her through other people’s minds- but she’s so tiny and her heartbeat is Too Fast and what if she inherited her mother’s unlucky streak??

but they’re toeing the line of co-existing peacefully and Edward’s scared to push it past that

then he has to, because it turns out he sent her to one of Those Schools where the parents have to be involved in the school in some way or another and Nessie’s Annoyed

sdkjfsdkjf she keeps trying to get him to just sign up for like pta meetings or something and he’s like ‘I need you to understand you are the only person in this town I actually know or like I Cannot survive around fundraiser moms I can’t’ 

so she’s like ugh fine I’m in the drama club

listen.....Stage Parent Edward Cullen.......the power this holds...

that’s right this whole post was an elaborate ruse for me to make a musical theater headcanon again lmao

no okay but seriously he starts off just helping build sets and stuff like that but then midway through the year their music teacher gets fired and the schools like begging him to take over because they can’t find someone in enough time that’ll know the music for the show they’re doing and he’s like “I need you to understand Nessie will never talk to me again if I start actually working at her school” and they’re like “She also will never talk to you again if we have to cancel the big musical, though” and he’s like. fuck.

silent treatment for a week and a half

lmao so now he’s trying to juggle being an overly-enthusiastic stage parent who’s making costumes and sets and kinda crying backstage when he sees his daughter in her costume with also being the music director for the damn show and trying to teach a bunch of kids how to read sheet music 

one day he ended up in a coffee shop with the hair and makeup moms, gossiping about the cast’s love lives, and he literally doesn’t know how he got there

is it wrong to pass Nessie in class even though she’s putting all the wrong answers on the test but he Knows she knows the right answers and is only answering wrong to try and get a rise out of him

Bella sneaks into town to see the show- they thought it would push their luck if the pack came, but they sent an ungodly amount of flowers and candy. When she snuck into the house while Ness was sleeping she Was Not expecting to find Edward up to his elbows in sequins, trying to fix a bedazzler he accidentally broke in frustration, muttering under his breath about how if Nessie’s romantic opposite in the show doesn’t keep his thoughts clean he’s gonna kill him- and it just cracks her up. She WAS nervous about seeing Edward again but now she’s assured he’s still a dork lol

So Edward freaks when he sees her but they don’t wanna wake Ness up so they’re trying to be quiet but like. they’re going through it 

Like Bella Wants to be pissed at him but she can’t, she still loves him- and while she can’t just get over what he did to her, it’s also not lost on her that ‘leaving to protect someone I love’ is literally what she had to do to her daughter

And Edward....Edward, who only left to give Bella a chance at a safe, human life, seeing Bella in front of him as a vampire, knowing it’s his fault she ended up that way and she had to go through it alone, had to raise a baby herself because he’d made it so hard to find him...knowing if he’d just pulled his head out of his ass he would have been able to be there for her...would be able to form a coherent sentence around his love right now, would have long and fond memories of Nessie’s childhood, likely wouldn’t have to watch Bella hide from the Volturi...he’s back in a self-loathing spiral already

But they haven’t seen each other in so long and they just don’t want to...deal with the unpleasantness right now, so they just push it aside. Bella helps Edward with the costumes. Edward fills her in on what she’s been missing with Nessie. Bella tells him some stuff about when Ness was younger. They just spend the night talking, and it feels like no time has past between them at all- which just makes the heartaches a little stronger

When Nessie wakes up to her mother there she’s ecstatic- bubbly and loud and glued to Bella’s hip all day, giving her in depth play-by-plays of her school and rehearsals and friends she’s made, bouncing on her toes all morning, hyper, giggly, and- it kind of breaks Edward’s heart a little, even though he knows he hasn’t really...earned this side of his daughter, yet. 

(at least he got his wish of seeing their twin smiles in person)

(he wishes he could see them every second of every day)

so the girls spend the day catching up while Edward mostly feels like a thirdwheel, and then they have to get Ness over to the school so she can get ready

Bella decides to hang out around the school theater before the show actually starts- she leans against the wall next to the piano, the two talking in hushed tones while Edward runs through songs. Bella really missed watching him play- the only thing that managed to drag her away from it was when Nessie called her to the dressing room to help with a hair emergency 

she didn’t talk to him much at intermission, her attention being stolen by the rest of the Cullen family (who had been Very Loudly supporting the show so far, she knew Ness was probably dying of embarrassment backstage)

after the show, the three went back to Edward’s and just...talked. Nessie was gushing about the show and eating while her parents assured her she was the greatest actress ever born, simple stuff like that. she fell asleep sandwiched in between them on the couch 

Bella realizes she’s never going to be able to bring herself to leave again if Nessie wakes up, and tells Edward as much. He clearly doesn’t want her to go just yet either, but...she’s on the run, it’s not like she has much choice 

He has so much he wants to say to her but he just- can’t. it’s not the right time. but he’s hoping she can see that in his eyes

Bella shifts Nessie off her shoulder so Edward can hold her, and she gives him a light kiss and says ‘thank you, Edward’ before disappearing in a flash. she needed to go before she lost her nerve.

Edward can’t bring himself to let Nessie out of his arms, so instead of carrying her to bed he just stays there, holding her, trying his best not to think that that could be the last time for a long time he’d ever see his Bella again, trying not to let thoughts of a life he gave up unwittingly consume him

okay I didn’t mean for this to be So Long so I’m cutting it here uhh...let me know if anyone wants a part 2? sorry lmao

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