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idkfitememate · 4 months

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I am CRYING. FURINA MY BABY YOUR TEAPOT LINES MAKE ME CRY. SHES SO INNOCENT BUT SHES BEEN SO TRAUMATIZED IT HURTS ME. WHY FOCALORS WHY.

😭😭 Furina asks us to dress up as a duo with her. And she said she’d even do our makeup. She’s trying to take back her stolen childhood. MY EYES ARE PUFFY FROM TEARS.

DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE ‘the more you let someone in the easier it is for them to hurt you’ LINE. SHES SCARED TO LET PPL IN AND IM WAILING.

I wanna give her all my love and affection!!! 😭

-🦌 anon, who is curled up on the floor crying

Forcing Furina on a bed wasn’t easy. The entire day was spent with and you having a “bonding day” and spend the day inside.

Makeup and clothes whirled past in a blur of blues and makeup was pressed into your fur. The entire day was fun, eating snacks and overall just having fun.

At least, it would be if you didn’t notice the sadness behind Furina’s eyes.

Every time she looked at you in your frilly little dress with a big blue bow around your waist and a smaller blue and gold bow around your head.

Now, you’d be a little ticked at being forced into an outfit, but seeing her on the verge of tears when you began to shake your head no - no matter how much she would deny it - you forced your pride down your throat and and put it on.

Her smile was worth it.

The entire day you could just feel her off-ness, and you’re pretty sure you know why. The events pertaining her curse and the death of that bi- I mean Foçalors had just passed and Furina was finally free.

Free to be human once more.

You, knowing the lore, knew that she had suffered with being alive - unchanging and never aging - for five-hundred-years. You knew that both Foçalors and Neuvillette understood that that would have and has had lasting effects on the poor girl.

But you knew they’d never understand. How could they? They were immortal. They had to get used to the passing of the ones they knew if they were mortal because they were literally built for it. Furina wasn’t. She never was.

And now that she was free, she was coming. Crashing down.

The curtain had fallen and the star of the show has fallen to her knees. Her tears stain the floor as the crowd leaves and her wails echo through the empty halls.

To be honest you haven’t seen much of Neuvillette around. You understood that he had new issues to attend to as the new overseer of the nation of Fontaine. But you barely see him in the halal’s anymore.

Your thoughts were immediately halted when you heard small sniffles coming from your friend.

Your head whipped in her direction only to see tears pouring down her face. You rushed over as fast as you could, wiping those tears away as you gently chittered at her, pulling her crumpled form up so she could face you. At your concerned expression, she only cried more.

“I-It’s just,” she started, “… Did she ever love me? Was I ever even worth anything to her? I played my part and danced till collapse and I didn’t even get a thank you! I don’t understand… I watched my friends die… I watched my f-family die… I outlived all of them! And I didn’t… even… get a thank you…” She broke down back into sobs, holding onto herself as she rocked back and forth.

You could only watch as she shattered in front of you. Pain and guilt rose in your stomachs as you stared. Huffing, you jumped off the bed, and grabbed your stuffed jellyfish, dragging it over and throwing it up before climbing up after her.

You gently nudged it towards her and made sure she grabbed on before jumping back down and racing through the halls.

You ran out the building as fast as your little legs could carry you, the winds of Teyvat boosting your form farther. You continued on until to made it to the Opera Eclipse and ran through there until you made it to Neuvillette’s office.

You didn’t even bother to knock before shoving to door open and rushing up to him. He stopped his writing and looked down, his eyes softening at you. He opened his mouth to speak before you grabbed his sleeve. You yanked and pulled and he finally stood up, allowing you to lead him.

Making it back home, you all but forced the man into Furina’s room, and forced him on the bed. She had stopped sobbing by this point, but silent tears still ran down her face.

She looked shocked at Neuvillette’s appearance and he looked shocked at her dishevelment. You shuffled up to her in the ridiculous dress you had on - you would later find out it perfectly match the dress Furina had on when she came into being, after being separated from Foçalors - and part her lips.

“Do you… wish for me to repeat myself?” She whispered, looking at the slightly panting Neuvillette with worry. But at your nod she sighed, realizing why you did this.

And if her Otter wanted something, who was she to deny them that.

When she parted her lips you leapt from the bed, and walked out of the room to give them privacy. You could tell she hesitated at your lack of presence, but hearing her start to speak after you closed the door, you wagged your little tail in relief.

Staring towards the kitchen, you planned on getting them both nice tall glasses of water.

And by the time you got back and managed to open the door, you were met with Neuvillette holding the girl close and shushing her, a light patter of rain outside.

“Of course we’re grateful. I’m grateful. I am so sorry my Lady that I had neglected you. I will say it until the stars and the moon itself command me to stop that you are appreciated. That I care. And though I cannot speak for her fully I can say that my Ar- … Foçalors did care for you. And she loved you. I love you. I care for you. I will never understand the trials of being human and I know that what she did is irreversible, but I do want to be there.” He continued to speak to the crying child in his arms, neither noticing you walking in while dragging the glasses of water in.

Making a small noise, the Sovereign looked down and smiled at you, though you could see the tears in his eyes. He picked you up then the glasses, handing one to Furina who was still clutching your plushy.

“And I can also say that our darling here loves you and cares.” Neuvillette mused, running a hand quickly through your fur.

You chuffed in response and licked the girls face causing a giggle to escape her throat.

Here she was wanted. Here she was needed. Here she was loved.

And you were going to do your damndest to make sure it stays that way.

Wanna hug her and hold her and give her kisses on the cheek and UGH- My baby໒꒰ྀི ╥﹏╥ ꒱ྀིა

I personally think she’s like… a teen. She looks like a teen. So imagine being in a mental state of an adult with the emotional state of a child and being forced to watch everyone you know and love die. I couldn’t do it she is so strong but I STILL WANNA HOLD HER MY BABY!!! ૮꒰ ˶꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ˶꒱ა

#genshin impact sagau #sagau x reader #sagau #x reader #x gn reader #gn y/n #yandere x reader #yandere x you #Otter!Creator #asks <3 #anon <3 #🦌Deer anon <3

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tvgals · 1 year

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Could we please get more dad eren? I’ve literally became obsessed with the one you did 🥹🥹

too much dad! eren? no such thing !

dad! eren x black! fem! reader!

ok. let’s backtrack to the birth of you and eren’s first kid. your water broke in the midst of you and eren’s sleep. 1:40 am is what the clock read once you felt the wet and somewhat gooey substance under you. once you were atleast 70% awake and realize what’s going on, you fall into a panic. “eren, eren! wake up!” you shake eren with the most force you can as a pregnant- going into labor - woman. after almost a minute of tears falling down your face and shaking legs and hands, eren groggily wakes up.

“whats wrong, baby?” “i’m going into labor! eren please get up! we need to get in the car!” you plead, trying to get yourself out of bed, groaning while sitting on the edge. “shit shit shit…okay hold on,” eren starts panicking alongside with you. he hands you your shoes while trying to find the overnight bag the two of you agreed on just a week before. “baby please! i can feel her kicking!” you sob, trying to slide on your house shoes. “i know i know, just let me find my glasses.” him and those god damn glasses. “eren!” you squeal. “okay okay.” and with that, eren takes his and yours phones and grabs your hand, guiding you to the door. you groan and whine in pain. “holy shit eren..the hospital is like…ten minutes away! i can’t do it!” you tell him, shaking and crying. “yes you can. you’re the strongest woman i’ve ever met.” eren says, hauling you up the apartment stairs and opening up the door, fleeing down the ramp.

“baby i’m not gonna make it!” you wail, making it to the car without your knowledge. “i know it hurts baby, just get in. we’ll make it, okay?” eren sighs himself, this is stressful and he’s not the one pregnant. “okay okay.” you gasp, sitting yourself down in eren’s seat, remembering to lift your feet onto the dashboard. eren runs around the car and plops into the drivers seat, pushing the key into the engine and reversing. “eren please! go 150 if you have to! i swear to god if i have birth in this god damn car you will sleep on the couch for as long as you’re alive!” you threaten, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “got it. no birth in this car!” eren affirms, speeding down the street. just around the corner from the hospital you feel your contractions getting closer, your eyes grow wide. “eren hurry up,” you plead, eyes closing at the sight of the hospital. “cmon cmon,” eren parks the car right in front and pulls the keys out, immediately hurrying to your side. “let’s go.” he practically runs you into the lobby of the hospital, you gasping and groaning in pain.

“she’s going into labor. we just need a room really fast.” eren says, seeing a nurse come around the corner with a wheelchair. he walks you over and sits you down, the nurse hurrying you to the room. eren isn’t too far behind…due to his running. “please! i can feel her coming! hurry up!” you cry, gripping the handles of the wheelchair. “it’s okay. here’s your room right here, you’ll be okay.” after getting you all situated in the hospital bed, the doctor and multiple nurses are surrounding you, your husband by your side. “just breathe in and out.” the doctor says. after three hours of pushing and grueling work and pain (and the breaking of eren’s hand) your beautiful baby girl was born. a beautiful head of curls being presented. all tests were ran and they made sure she was healthy and safe and gave her to you, a bundle of pink.

“hi baby.” you coo, tears threatening to fall. “eren she’s so pretty.” you mumble, looking up into his emerald eyes, glossy and soft. “i know i know…” you cry, wiping your tears on your shoulder. “here eren, hold her.” you smile, handing eren your daughter. “what if i don’t know how to hold her right? what if she doesn’t like me?” eren babbles. you sush him and hand him her. “now…what name are we feeling?” you ask, tilting your head out of love. “nevaeh..”

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oops-all-concrete · 3 months

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BG3 fandom! I have more headcanons- but first!!

I must issue a very loud

⚠️SPOILER WARNING⚠️

For The Dark Urge playthrough of Baldurs Gate 3! There is no further warning below the cut, so if you care not to be spoiled, do not continue to read!

For those of you interested- ahead lies: Angst, hurt/comfort, canon-typical violence, blood, mentions of death, no MCD or any perma-death anyway, and lots of love. Greif and pain and emotional hurt are heavy themes as well!

Last warning! ⚠️Spoilers ahead⚠️

I've just gotten to this point in the Dark Urge run (where you reject Bhaal and fucking) DIE, and DUDE- I am stunned companions say NOTHING to your LITERAL DEATH after rejecting Bhaals gift or whatever. (Not in the scenes anyway) So, I'm writing how I think they'd respond cinematically, because your lively Durges deserve to be mourned and loved.

(Of course in-game this would be limited to the dialogue, but I've describes how they would be animated anyhow)

Lae'zel -

She's running to Durge the moment they start lifting from the ground, but pauses once their eyes start rolling back and blackening. There's something beyond her control happening, and she needs it to stop- and it does. With Tav hitting the floor eyes black, soul gone. She's immediately yelling at the others to do something, hand her a scroll, something- but nothing is working. Her shoulder slump after a good few minutes. And finally her voice breaks. She holds a hand to her chest as she wails in agony, holding her Tavs body like it's the last time- because to her- it is. "My angel, my moon. My great protector. I have failed you" She hisses, eyes scrunched shut.

Shadowheart -

She's been afraid her whole life. But even in the face of Bhaal, she will not be afraid if it means Tav will be safer. She immediately casts warding bond, if they're in danger, she'll halve it. If you're going to get hurt, so shall she- and she's okay with that. "Hang on-!" And then it all goes black, she falls without a word or scream, but she's content. If she dies protecting Durge, she cannot ask for better.

(After cutscene convo) Once Durge has been revived by Withers, it's up to them to get a scroll and revive her from the bloodied mess on the floor. She's stunned and confused, but the moment she sees Tav okay she couldn't care less. Why did you do that? "It might sound silly, but I was scared that you would be alone through whatever was about to happen. I don't regret it, if you're wondering"

Wyll -

"Gods- NO!" He shouts, a hand reaching out for them as they hit the ground. He's over them in a flash, holding their head in his arms, trying desperately to wake them, find a pulse, wake up himself and have this all be some sick nightmare. But of course, no such thing happens. The Tav he knows and loves just ceased living before his eyes. There's blood soaking into his every apparel and he's crying his eye out. It crosses his mind. Mizora is powerful- even if she can't fix this, she will know someone or something that can. He'd give anything- his whole life, he'd gladly be a lemure if it gave Tav back. He almost calls for her- until Withers starts his speech. (During the 'your rejection of Bhaal has earned you a place among heroes' section of his dialogue, he'll turn to Wyll and add: 'No devil's, demons or feinds required, I assure you')

Karlach -

If she wasn't raging before, she is now. A tomb-rocking scream echoes around the chamber, eyes wide with horror, body shaking and burning all over, engine out of control but she couldn't care less. One of the others will tell her to calm down. "FUCK THAT! FUCK EVERYTHING! FUCK THE GODS ABOVE AND THE HELLS BELOW." She roars. It goes on, swearing, screaming, swinging- and then, finally- collapse. She drops to her knees and punches the hard ground next to Tavs body, sobbing and exhausted. Withers walks in the the most gut-wrenching agonised scream of why

Gale -

He's frozen as it happens. His hands crackle with weave but he can't move. He needs to do something- anything, but time moves without him. All he knows is he can't breathe, all he can smell is blood and he thinks he's going to be sick. He can hear invisible bones cracking, distant blood dripping and their last choke. The wizard stumbles forward, barely making it to their body before collapsing beside them, on his knees and positively glowing from the mark on his chest. The orb can sense his distress and buzzes within him, as though it can smell the death. He pulls and hand to his mouth, kissing it gently- unable to comprehend a kiss goodbye. "Oh- Gods. Oh my love" he sobs, brows furrowed in what looks like physical pain. "I'm so sorry... I'm so, so sorry..." He wheezes out, scarcely finding breath.

Astarion -

He doesn't let their head hit the ground. He's swift as he catches them, but frantic as he sets their head on his thighs as a pillow. He pulls open their eyelids only to find a blackened core beneath, animalistic and distinctly unfamiliar. "Wake up, damn you...not after all this! You don't get to go!" He yells sounding genuinely furious- like he was going to get violent. If any of the others approach he doesn't notice. "We still have a cult to cull, we have a brain to control- I need you!" He yells, voice raw and eyes wet, the anger melting into greif. He makes a sheild of himself over Durge when Withers walks in, dagger/shortsword in hand, teeth bared, despite his damp face.

(Withers greets Astarion: 'Cry no more Spawn of sanguine- the universe is finally in your favour')

(Only Halsin is romanced for obvious reasons, but closeness is still implied for Minsc and Jaheira)

Halsin -

He catches Durge on the way down, their head on his chest as he lays them down over himself. "My heart? Can you hear me? Please say something" He begs hands glowing with healing magic, eyes aglow as well. He tries for a little, but then his breathing changes entirely, a small hushed gasp sounds from him, his he starts shaking his head, eyes wide. "Oh- oh Gods- Silvannus, please- I cannot bear to lose- oh Gods" He gasps, breath becoming harsher- finally letting tears fall. "Oak Father- please, wherever they go- keep them safe" he prays, teeth gritted in agony.

Jaheira -

She looks away as Tavs life is sapped away, unable to watch another Bhaalspawn friend suffer. When all falls still and silent, she looks among the other companions, shocked and frozen. "They're at peace now. Take comfort in knowing they chose to keep you all safe." She says with a proud nod- but her eyes are wet and her nose scrunched a little with a sniff.

Minsc -

There's small squeaking in the berserkers ear, before he sighs, almost a sob and speaks with a tired voice. "Wise words, Boo. I only wish our friend could hear you" Before he turns away, unable to look at them on the floor. "I am proud to have called them our friend. We should make them proud in return"

Hope you enjoyed! To the lovely people who have made requests, I will get to them as soon as I can!! Thank you for the requests, and please feel free to send me more!

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kokusfluffyhair · 3 months

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Hiiii! I have such a good request, it’s been on my mind for quite a while now! So can we get a Muzan x reader? She’s been with him since he was human, she loves his long hair. She gets really annoyed and sad that he cuts it. She literally has a mental breakdown because he cuts it. She’s really over dramatic btw.

I can’t blame her though, muzan with long hair was just… 🥵…

Muzan Cuts His Hair

Muzan blinked his eyes as he gave you a dull stare.

"What ... is the problem?"

He can't comprehend what the fuss is about. All he did was cut his hair so that it was easier to move around in. He accidentally burnt some split ends into it too many times while developing his demon attacks.

"How could you, Muzan!?" you whine, sobbing and covering your face.

"It's hair," is all Muzan can say.

"It was so beautiful! If you didn't want to make split ends, you could have tied it up! Muzaaaaaaann!!"

"I do not have the intention to waltz around like some of these cocky young samurai do with their long ponytails."

You scream. "How could you have done this without asking me!?"

Muzan sighs and tries to walk away.

"No!" you wail and run to him, grabbing onto his clothes to keep him from moving away. "You need to regrow your hair! You can do that, can't you? Regrow it just -- just -- halfway to what it was before! Pleeeassee!"

"No. Stop making a fuss."

"You're not the same anymore!"

"I am the same. It's hair."

"Muzaaaann!!"

He takes a deep breath and takes your hands, removing them from his clothes before he turns to face you. "Y/n. It's still my hair. It's still wavy. It's still soft. It's my hair. This conversation is over."

His coldness to the situation makes you cry even more and you fall to your knees begging him to somehow grow his hair back.

"I will let it grow back naturally. Does that suit you?"

He's not really going to, but by the time it grows back past his shoulders, you would have been used to the new length anyway and wouldn't be so whiny about it. He thinks.

"Why naturally, Muzan!? We're demons! We don't have to do anything naturally!"

"I cannot grow it back on its own."

"How!?" you start to become more demanding. "You can grow more brains and more hearts but you can't grow more hair!?"

He gives you a blank stare. "I can't. So, you'll have to be patient." His eyes slid to the side as he looked out of the corners of his vision, noticing Tamayo loitering around by the door. "Deal with Tamayo."

"Tamayo?" you ask in a surprised tone.

Muzan gestures with his chin towards the door.

You look and see her back away. "Oh ..."

Muzan starts to leave.

"Where are you going?" you ask him.

"To try to turn that red spider lily I have blue. Now, either continue crying here or forget about my hair and come help me."

You decide to give in for the time being and help Muzan with his experiments. If anything, you simply did not want to end up having to talk to Tamayo.

By the way, you do get your way and he grows his hair back somehow. Here's Muzan in the Sengoku Era with his short hair:

And here's him later when he turns Akaza into a demon:

And Muzan in Hantengu's backstory:

So, you'll get plenty more time to enjoy his luscious locks 😁

#muzan #muzan x reader #muzan x you #muzan x y/n #muzan kibutsuji #muzan demon slayer

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mioyeo · 1 year

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Watch your back: chapter 6

Once you don’t value what you have someone else learns how to take care of what used to be yours

Synopsis : 8 men supposed to give her all the love they promised end up leaving her behind without a valid reason

Pairing : girlfriend Reader x PolyAteez !

Warnings : this chapter contains mentions of, arguing with San , yelling , San blaming reader , lots of crying , Rin being exposed , assault , miscarriage , panic attacks , fake tears , etc Please reminding me if I forgot something

Tag list : @legbouk , @scarfac3 , @m4rsluv , @hcyaa , @jackinmyarea , @layzfeelit , @loverlele, @mulletjoonsupremacy , @veneziamadness , @belle643 , @gugggu6gvai , @atinytinaa , @voidcupidz , @atinyreads , @baguette-atiny , @parkthothwa8 , @hwadump , @owjohny , @miaatiny , @honeyymon

This series is going to be posted together with the Psychiatric series, which means one chapter after another

I decided that this series will be posted every Wednesdays from now on but I may also post chapters again even if it’s not on these days

Word count: 2,2k

" No , She's sleeping peacefully "

The boy looked at the girl that rested her cheek on his chest while clutching onto his shirt

' is she sleeping fine , did they give her the sleeping meds like yesterday ? '

" Yeah they had her take the pills before putting her to sleep so I've been laying down with her for a while now "

San brushed her hair back and he caressed her face softly while Seonghwa talked on the phone with him

' When are you coming home Rin has been impatiently waiting for you to return'

" You know that whenever we leave she's going to cry again and have these panic attacks "

He sighed and shook his head

' She just went trough so much San you need to understand that '

" At first I always felt bad but now it's getting too overwhelming , I can't barely leave without her starting to wail my name like a kid "

' Maybe she feels lonely that's all '

" I know , but this constant crying is tiring me out , I don't always want to hear cry whenever I walk in "

She stirred and clung tightly onto his shirt making him sigh

' I don't know why she does that, but try not to make her feel bad'

" Seonghwa, I'm literally the only one she's always shedding tears with at this point I don't think it's normal anymore "

He heard Seonghwa sigh on the other line, he himself couldn't understand what was bothering Y/n so much lately, the first week of her being at the hospital were calm since she pretty much just didn't talk or just slept in their embrace

" I need to leave in a minute anyways so I can take a bath and relax at home, look this bed is uncomfortable and I'm tired of being here you know how much I despise hospitals "

' Just stay a little more '

" No Seonghwa, I'm tired I have a life too I can't just stay the whole day here and doing nothing other than cuddle her "

Y/n opened her eyes slowly and her lips already started wobbling

" I need to hang up she woke up and it started again , yes you know what I mean bye "

He ended the call and looked at her as she sobbed quietly

" A-Am I holding you back from living your life right now San ? am I that much of a bother?"

She looked up to him with her teary eyes as he wiped the tears away and kissed her nose

" No baby listen-"

" I-I don't want you to always complain whenever you're here "

" What do you even mean "

He looked up at her with his brows furrowed as he detached himself off her so he could put on his shoes and jacket

" I hear how you always complain to the others about me whenever you stay here for some hours , I never asked you to do this other than stay with me especially because it was our child that I lost recently "

She wiped her face and sniffed as he looked at her with a scowl

" And you're only telling me that now ?! "

He yelled in disbelief making her flinch

" I didn't tell you that I missed my period because you didn't care and just brushed it off the last time we had a pregnancy scare "

The boy groaned and approached her

" Do you know what you just did ?! You prevented me from protecting my first child , my first joy and happiness as a father don't you feel ashamed of keeping something like this away from me ? all of us "

" This is not my fault that I got assaulted having it cost my child's life! "

" If you had told me we'd make sure you were doing fine always! "

He raised his voice as she sat there with tears unable to make them stop

" Do you know how much it hurts to know I lost my first child and everything a first time dad could do because you were so stupid to not close the door properly ? "

" I never left the damn door open! I don't know what they told you but it's not true "

" You're trying to deny it now ? , if it weren't for Rin that cared so much about you even though you're always mean to her and call ambulance you'd be dead from how beaten up you were "

She chuckled and starred at him in disbelief

" So it was her that fabricated all this madness of stories so she could look good "

" Don't try to blame her when she literally saved your ungrateful ass ! "

San approached Y/n and grabbed her shoulders forcefully as he shook her

" Why should I be grateful for someone who did this in the first place! She's the one you should blame for our child not making it "

She cried out pushing his hands away from her

" Your princess and her friends did this to me , you should be glad that I didn't sue her for attempted murder and tort ! "

" Stop blaming others for your own actions , you left the door open that's why someone came in and hurt you "

" Are you acting dumb or are you genuinely dumb Choi San ? , why would someone assault me for leaving my own house door open if that where the case ? This is the most unrealistic thing someone could ever tell "

" You know what's strange ?, the way you always despised her since day one now it makes sense you're just trying to get us to break up with her "

He chuckled and brushed his hair back as he looked at her in disappointment

" Why would I get along with someone that has been doing nothing but hurt me this whole time? , I've endured so much already I just can't hurt my discomfort anymore "

" It's not our fault we fell in love with her and you know that , that's just how humans are "

" I've been through thick and thin already and I think it's time for a change , I've had so many people willing to give me their love but I've always been so blindly stupid to realize that how you guys treat me is just not how someone should be treated in a relationship "

She slowly stood up and clutched her hospital gown while walking towards San who looked at her speechless

" I won't tell myself anymore that I am the issue every single day I wake up , I'm tired of shedding tears and feeling insecure about myself even though I shouldn't "

With tears she tried pushing him out towards the door but he grabbed her arms and made her look at him

" Do you think I'll just let you leave?"

" Stop trying to gaslight me with your sweet talk San , you know how much I don't like that now go just like how you wanted to a few minutes ago since I wail to much like a baby "

" You can't just drop these bomb news on me and expect me to leave "

" I don't care I'm to fed up right now to even make you believe me "

" How will I believe something without proof ? What do you want me to do ?! Go and beat up Rin until she tells something she didn't do ? "

The girl teared up and pushed him away from her once again

" I just told you that in despair for you just to believe me once in a life time maybe watch out because of how fake she is San ! "

" Stop talking about her like that , she's the most sweetest person I have ever seen and the most fragile one too she'd never be capable of beating someone like this "

He sighed loudly and looked around trying to calm himself, since he didn't want to yell again

" She had her two friends beat me up as she laughed and filme-"

" Enough ! Y/n stop making up things you don't even sound like you know what you're talking about at this point you're doing to much ,j-just stop ok ? I get it you don't like her the tiniest bit but just don't blame her for your mistakes , you're just saying anything at this point, I wish I could believe you baby I do but I can't seem to wrap my head around this "

" Fuck San what do you mean my mistakes?! Is me losing our baby my mistake? "

" I can't stand looking at you right now, I'll tell Seonghwa to come and stay with you "

San stared at her apologetic and left the room letting her cry to yourself

The girl sighed as the violent sharp pain rushed through her chest as she cried making her feel nauseous and hold on onto the bed rails

She was so tired of the whole situation , it made her question if she was really the one at fault , because if she didn't smash Rin's face into that damn cake she'd be at home now

Watching first time mom vlogs and secretly buying neutral baby clothes while building up the courage to tell San that she was expecting

But now everything was gone because she was stupid enough to let them provoke her

———

" How about we have dinner outside today "

Rin back hugged Jongho who was currently washing the dishes because Seonghwa went out to stay with Y/n

" We'll have to wait for San to come back home , and speaking of him it's been like three hours since he had to be home already "

" Maybe he needs sometime for himself? I mean he's been having it hard because of what happened to Y/n lately "

He sighed and nodded before drying his hands and smiling at her

" I'm thankful that you arrived home and called the ambulance on time "

The girl smiled nervously gulping

" I-I'm glad I found her , I was so scared "

" Everything is ok now don't worry "

She felt him hug and rub her back , it was to much she honestly cursed herself for even telling Yeongja and Iseul to deal with her

What would happen if the boys found out ? She be definitely done for

Her whole dream of being a model would literally shatter if Y/n decides to sue her , the boys could break up with her or kick her out

“ Ay is everything alright ? Ive been talking to you for about five minutes ”

Jongho looked at her concerned

“ A-Ah I’m sorry I’ve been thinking about Y/n and how much pain she must be in no- ”

The front door suddenly opened revealing a distressed San

“ Rin ! ”

He removed his shoes and stormed towards the kitchen to look inside

“ W-Why would you do that to her ? ”

“ What are you talking about San ”

Jongho asked confused as San approached them shaking

“ Rin and her friends assaulted Y/n making her loose our child that day ”

The younger immediately let go of her and frowned

“ San do you know how big this accusation is ?”

“ I just met Iseul outside her workplace and she told me , I just don’t understand why you would do that ”

Rin bit her inner cheek as the other guys started crowding the kitchen looking just as confused as Jongho was when San walked in

“ What is going on here , why is he yelling? ”

Mingi went closer and looked at San that was shedding tears of disappointment

“ Rin and her friends where the ones that did that to Y/n , because of whatever happened between them that day I lost my first child and even blamed it on her for allegedly leaving the door open even though she didn’t ! ”

“ Rin is what San is saying the truth? ”

They all stared at her waiting for an answer

“ I just got mad because she said that you will never love me like you love her , a-and I didn’t hit her it was Yeongja and Iseul who said they where going to deal with her for being rude , I never wanted them to do it ! I never wanted this to happen”

She stuttered and teared up

“ Still you should’ve told us and not lie ”

San hissed and left towards his room and slammed the door shut

“ What you did was really dangerous , what if she died that day from how intense you guys beat her to the point she also had a miscarriage? I’m so disappointed in you Rin ”

“ Yeosang I’m sorry ”

Wooyoung and Yunho left the room without saying anything further other than saying how disappointed they were

“ You’re glad Hongjoong and Seonghwa are not here because they would be so mad at you ”

Everyone else left leaving Mingi with the crying girl that didn’t even look at him

“ Look , it will take a while for San to even look at you but I’ll talk to the boys so they won’t tell Hwa and Joong about this , promise you will apologize to Y/n as soon as she’s discharged ”

“ I-I promise , do they hate me ? ”

“ No don’t worry about it I got this ”

He sighed and left , making Rin stop crying and muffle her screaming

“ Wait until I see you tomorrow Iseul "

Rin scoffed and stormed into her room angrily

Now that San was mad at her imagine how Seonghwa would react she didn’t even want to think about Hongjoong’s reaction

They would fry her alive if they found out

She frustratedly searched for her pack of cigarettes and opened her window after locking her door

“ I’ll just need to make Y/n shut up I can’t afford the agency bawling out on me ”

Blowing off the smoke in the air she tapped her feet angrily

One thing she was sure was that she never expected it to come to light this fast or how fast her friend would rat her out

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I also would like to hear about Makoto also being kidnapped because if dr1 is anything to go off of he would be put into a bunch of dangerous situations for the sake of finding clues or taking down the mastermind and come back alive.

Also the prospect of Kokichi lashing out because he thinks he's lost the one person who believed in him and Makoto wanting SO BADLY to comfort him or make him understand but can't during this situation. Then later when he gets kidnapped when there is time, Makoto tries to make him understand that he has NEVER stopped believing in Kokichi he just thinks he crossed a line but he NEVER EVER hated him. Despite all of Kokichi's efforts Makoto has never hated him and I would like to know if he breaks down (from relief or grief that he doesn't think he deserves that kindness surprise me) or if it's just a small but meaningful consolation while he dies (because Makoto would never just LET Kokichi die no matter how much he did) that someone cared. It makes me go FERAL.

Please.

Absolutely! I'm right there with you, lol.

Okay, I can imagine it going down a few ways.

First of all, I can imagine Makoto starts asking too many questions when Kokichi says he's the mastermind, to the point that Kokichi realizes Makoto will undermine his "big reveal" if left unchecked, so he goes ahead and grabs him when he grabs Kaito, to make sure the group's reasons for questioning him are pulled out of play.

Alternatively, I can imagine that the whole "everything Kokichi does to mess with someone else ends up affecting Makoto by accident" thing that gets repeatedly set up earlier in the AU comes into play again here, in that Kokichi truly meant to only grab Kaito, but the Exisal accidentally grabbed Makoto, too, and rather than look like he made a mistake and isn't fully in control of these things, he plays it off like he meant to do that and takes Makoto with him.

Either way, Kaito is locked in the bathroom by himself and I imagine Makoto being kept elsewhere. If I'm being self-indulgent (which I am 😁) Makoto is kept in the big main area with Kokichi, to facilitate all that conversation and hurt/comfort.

(The bathroom has a window, and it's fine for Kaito to talk to people outside, since Kaito is buying into the idea of Kokichi as the enemy, but Makoto can't be allowed to talk to anyone and spread his belief that Kokichi is lying.)

And at that point, it becomes such an "I'm not trapped in here with you; you're trapped in here with me!" situation. Sorry, Kokichi; you can't run from him now. He's here, he believes in who you demonstrated yourself to be in your best moments, and he wants to have a genuine conversation with you. Makoto is using all the information he's gathered over the course of the killing game to contradict Kokichi being the mastermind, and Kokichi is doing his best to demoralize him as a last ditch effort to not have to deal with him. Maybe invoking Gonta as a kind of, "Do you want to be the next fool who believes in me until it's too late?" But Makoto's resolve doesn't shake.

Kokichi's smug mask falls and it devolves into a shouting match where Kokichi is pulling out every low blow he can and insisting that he's an evil supreme leader (Panic Talk Action, anyone?) and in the end Makoto just says, "No...that's wrong." And the last facade shatters.

I want Kokichi crying into Makoto's shoulder, wailing, "I really liked Gonta! And I really liked Miu!"

And then, because he can't help himself, once he's done crying, he sits up with a brittle smile, like, "Wow, did you really fall for that again?" (It's so ineffective, because he literally just went through the full process of sobbing to shuddering to sniffling to just breathing, and it was very gradual and peaceful, and then he just sits up like "lol jk".)

And Makoto replies, "Yeah. I did."

"Stupidhead. Obviously I was lying. You're so naive, it's a wonder you've made it this long. Maybe I'll put you out of your misery."

OR, if I'm being suuuuper self-indulgent, maybe Makoto actually gets hurt in the accidental Exisal grab and Kokichi can't do any of the posturing because as soon as they're locked in the hangar and the Exisal lets them go, they realize that Makoto is bleeding profusely and he and Kaito have to rush to give him emergency first aid. They're bickering the whole time.

Kaito's blaming Kokichi and Kokichi is blaming Makoto, like, "Why didn't you tell me you were bleeding, idiot?!"

Kaito's like, "Why would he?! You said you never cared about any of us!"

And yet Kokichi is so serious about making sure Makoto's okay, it occurs to Kaito that maybe that was a lie, too.

#danganronpa #makoto in v3 au #makoto naegi #kokichi ouma #naeouma #oumaegi

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WHAT SHOULD’VE BEEN YOU

FEATURING husband!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

CONTENT WARNING mentions of infertility, mentions of miscarriages, loads of angst, sadness, reader blames herself a lot, Joyce had a kid before Jonathan

SUMMARY The day your future felt apart, and then the days after.

AUTHORS NOTE This is literally so sad, but I felt as a reader and writer this topic isn't brought up enough. Infertility and miscarriages happen a lot more than people think and I am hoping that I did those women's experiences justice in this piece. Sorry in advance if you cry.

TAGLIST @livsters

That was it. Your doctor had given the answer and there was nothing you could do to change it. Infertile. No kids. Ever. When you and Steve had started trying, you were beyond optimistic, excited even, to begin the journey of parenthood together, but when those positive tests kept ending in early miscarriages. You began to worry. The two of you had imagined a big family together since you started dating senior year of high school.

Obviously the other world underneath Hawkins put a hold on your plans, but you had gotten there none the less. It was all for nothing because your body was incapable of growing a child. You felt inadequate and without purpose. The doctor, Claire, said something about Thrombophilia, but you were too gone at that point to listen. Everything was coming through as static, the shock was the only thing keeping you from fainting.

A child, no, a pack of children was Steve's dream, kids of his own to love and hold, and you took that away from him. You could barely stand to look at yourself, muttering a polite goodbye to your doctor before getting in the car with your husband. The car ride home was in deafening silence, his hand holding yours as you stared out the window and cried silently to yourself. One thing you had never anticipated was the utter grief you felt, it was like you had lost a loved one, and you had in a sense.

"Honey?" Steve asked softly, his voice shaky with unshed tears. "We're home." You nodded as he put the car in park and rushed to your side of the car, helping you out. As soon as you were standing, you collapsed in his arms, holding him tight while you wailed. Crying, heaving, mourning the loss of motherhood. A chance to love something that was part of you and part the man you loved more than anything cut deep. Steve just held you close, suffocating close, crying into your hair while you sobbed into his chest. Together you shared a vulnerable moment in the driveway of your one story home, causing your neighbors distress at witnessing the heart wrenching situation. At some point, the two of you made it inside your home, Steve leading you straight to bed before leaving you to grab some water and crackers. "Here, lovie, you need to eat." You said nothing, but appeased him so he would lie down. The two of you stayed wrapped together for the rest of the night and day, the aching pain in your chest never seemed to lessen though. If anything, it grew worse, until it felt almost like your body was physically aching.

One Week Later

You had spoken a total of three sentences since returning from your visit with the doctor a week ago and you knew Steve was beginning to worry. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't find it inside yourself to feel. You were numb. Broken. The gang had stopped by in turns, checking in on you, making sure you were okay. Of course you weren't, but they tried. Dustin came by at least twice a day to try and make you laugh, Nancy brought you and Steve a casserole on Wednesday, and Eddie, Robin, Max, and Lucas sat around your bed were you laid curled up in a ball and just talked. Their presence was nice, comforting, but it never lasted long. The pain would be back and you would return to your ball of self directed hatred.

"How are you doing today, honey?" Steve asked gently as he walked in the room. He had left for work hours ago, and had just returned from finishing his shift.

"You should just go." You whimpered quietly. Too quiet.

"What?" Steve said, confused.

"Leave. I can't give you what you've wanted your whole life. I ruined our future." You answered with more vigor than you had in days, but your voice still shook with the need to cry.

"Are you serious?" Steve harshly questioned, unbelieving of what you just said.

"Just go, Steve." You sighed, grabbing a pillow from his side of the bed to clutch to your chest in hopes it would soothe the ache. He said nothing, just left the room, and you suddenly found the strength to cry again. Letting tears once more stream down your cheeks as you experienced the most indescribable pain of your life. You could hear Steve talking over the phone in the next room, but you were too tired to do anything except fall into a restless sleep.

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"Sweetheart?" A kind voice spoke nearby, alerting you from your sleep. "Hello there," Joyce smiled, gently brushing your damp cheeks. "I'd ask how you were doing, but I know first hand how much that sucks." You thought she was talking about when Will disappeared, but you couldn't have been more far off. "My first child was supposed to be a girl. I was going to name her Josephine. Jo for short. She died at six months and I carry that burden with me everyday. I know what you're going through doesn't even hold a candle to what happened to me. I could never imagine-" Joyce shook her head, offering you an apologetic smile before continuing. "Doesn't matter. What I'm trying to say is that you don't have to give up because of this. You are stronger than what is happening to you. You will survive, and come out stronger in spite of it." Joyce spoke with such optimism that you started to believe her. For the first day since you found out that you couldn't carry a child to term, you felt there would be light at the end of this dark suffocating tunnel.

"Does it ever get any better?"

"The ache?" She asked, knowingly. You nodded. "Yes, but it never goes away. You just have to recognize it's there and use the pain to keep pushing forward."

"Thank you." you sighed, feeling lighter than you had in days.

"Of course." Joyce smiled, pulling you into a tight hug before stepping out.

"Steve?" You called, and he came scrambling in, a hesitant look on his face. "I'm sorry. I love you and I never want you to go. I'm just scared."

"Hey," Steve sighed, sitting next to you on the bed and holding your face in his hands. "I know you're scared. So am I. But you have to know that I am not going anywhere. Got it? And you are everything I ever wanted. Kids or no kids, it's you I want. I love you, honey, and we are going to get through this together." When his forehead met yours, you couldn't resist pressing your lips to his in an emotional kiss. While your tongues tangled together, you poured every emotion you had been feeling the last few days into showing your husband how much you truly loved him. How you couldn't bear to be without him. If he was content having only you as his future, then you were perfectly content in having him as yours.

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Obey Me! Nightbringer Lesson 40

I'm gonna start this post by venting a little, so please bear with me ^^"

It's been a rough few months.

The one thing I get the most joy from has also been turning me into a massive emotional wreck.

First, there was the finale of Attack on Titan. No lie or exaggeration, I cried for 3 whole days. And tonight I will be experiencing the same pain all over again since the Dub is scheduled to air.

Then Jujutsu Kaisen... Gojo. Nanami. Need I say more?

To break things up, I thought I would finally sit down and binge watch Fruits Basket. It was the one anime that I was surprisingly able to avoid all spoilers with. And like the fool I am, I thought "aww, this looks like such a cute anime! I bet this series won't be sad."

As I said... I'm a fool lol. But at least I wasn't crying alone. My Mom had watched the entirety of Fruits Basket with me, and she also shed some tears I shared the pain, mwhahaha! >:)

Now, I can add Obey Me! Nightbringer to the list of things that have made me sob like a baby.

This scene specifically :

I was seriously overwhelmed with emotions.

I couldn't stop the tears from welling up in my eyes. I tried my best to choke back my feelings. But I was unable to contain myself, and the ugly sobbing began.

I dunno.... Lucifer showing his genuine gratitude to us is just... so sweet and precious to me.

The part that actually made me cry is him telling us "May the path you walk in life be full of joy and happiness."

Lucifer.... There's literally no way that I could ever be happy without you and your brothers in my life!! T_T

Those 7 boys have been majorly responsible for my joy and happiness since the very beginning, and even though we were supposedly returning to them in the future/present... It still doesn't make saying goodbye to the past boys any easier.

Like... I would have clung onto Lucifer here and cried into his chest while apologizing for crying... But they mean so much to me, I just wouldn't be able to stop myself ; ^ ;

And ohhhhhh boyyyyy! When it came to us calling upon each of the brothers for their power and they each said goodbye to us.... Let's just say I was so happy that I was home alone because I was legit wailing, so much that even my dogs were looking at me like "what the Hell is wrong with you, you weird human?" xD

Then!

Even though I am skeptical, suspicious, and on guard about our "return" to the future/present... I burst into tears again when I read this :

Levi.... please don't cry.... you're making my tears well up again! T^T

And then to make matters even more emotional :

Welcome home! ; _ ;

I'm not sure if I'm just in a phase where I cry easily, or if I'm growing softer as I get older.... But either way, it's clear that my love, devotion, and feelings for fictional characters is more intense than ever before lol

#please tell me I'm not alone lol #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer lesson 40 #obey me nightbringer spoilers #nerdy talks #nerdy rants #nerdy cries xD #obey me lucifer avatar of pride #lucifer avatar of pride #obey me nightbringer lucifer

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Just watched a video of this baby having a meltdown after seeing his parents wedding picture because he “wasn’t invited” and I am on my knees 🧎‍♀️begging you to please write something about this because it would be the absolute most adorable thing 🥺 you absolutely do not have to though if you don’t want to, just thought it’d be such a cute concept and if anyone could do it justice it’d be you 🥰

-🫶

ahahaha omg this would be sooo cute okay okay;

January 5th 2027

Violent sobs escaped Hazel's chest.

You had been showing her some photo albums, wanting her to see all her past birthday photos. There were loads from when she was one years old, that of course she didn't remember, where she had cried the whole party for literally no reason.

There were a few albums on the shelf which contained photos of you and Harry, rather than photos of Hazel, but she wanted to see them anyways.

You did not expect the activity to end in tears.

"That daddy?" Hazel pointed to Harry, who was dressed in hi 'Fine Line' outfit for the album cover shoots.

"Yes baby, that's daddy."

"I have that outfit." She said, looking up at you for gratification that she had remembered correctly.

"Yes, good job. It was for your 'dress up as your favourite hero' in school day, wasn't it?"

"And daddy is my hero." She nodded and giggled.

You had arranged with Harry Lambert to have her outfit made, without your Harry's knowledge. It had been a surprise on the day when she walked down the stairs in tiny white trousers and a silk pink shirt, along with the pink suspenders and black boots. She looked amazing and Harry couldn't help but cry when he saw his mini-me. He even went and got changed into his own 'Fine Line' outfit so they could have some photos together.

You still have those photos set as your lock and home screen

A few photos showed you and Harry on various dates. There were a couple from a charity ball that you attended.

"You look like a princess, mummy." Hazel commented and it made you pout with admiration.

"Thank you Haze. Do you want to see mummy's wedding dress?" You gasped, thinking that if she loved your ball dress than she'd better love on your wedding dress.

It had been a collaborative dress between Gucci and your mum. Gucci had made the basics of the dress, fitting it to your body perfectly, but your mum had added on all of the delicate lace and decorative flowers herself. It had taken her over 72 hours of labour, but she wouldn't have traded it for the world.

The dress became so hyped that people started requesting similar dresses for their own weddings, which is now how your mum has managed to set up her own business for clothes making. She absolutely loves it. Harry is a huge fan of her work and often goes to her for his formal outfits now, paying her far more than he would have to pay at Gucci just because he loves her work that much.

"You had a wedding?" She furrowed her eyebrows at you and you didn't know where the sudden change of emotion came from.

"Yes, with daddy." You said, flicking further on in the album to get towards the start of your wedding photos. "See, there we are."

You smiled as you looked back at some of the happiest memories in your life. The way you felt on that day was one of the greatest experiences of your life.

Whilst you were smiling you didn't realise your 3-year old had started crying until you felt her body shake beside you. You turned to see her bottom lip was wobbling and she had streams of tears falling from her eyes. Only when you started speaking to her did her wails become more obvious.

"Hey, baby. What's wrong? Are y'hurt?" You asked quickly, scanning over her small body to see if anything was wrong.

When she didn't respond and kept on crying you tried to pull her into your arms, but she refused. She kicked up a fuss and tried to clamber away from you.

"No, mummy! NO!" She shouted and climbed down from the sofa, before running away outside and towards her playhouse.

Harry had been gardening outside and was stunned when he saw his daughter run past crying. She shut the door of her playhouse behind her and Harry quickly stood up from bedding some plants so he could go see her.

Before he opened the door he knocked.

"No!" She screamed again, her body still racking away with sobs.

You had slipped on some old shoes to walk outside, walking over to where Harry was crouched down outside the door. When he heard you coming his head shot around to you and you could see the concern built up within his eyes.

"Did you know she was like this?" Harry asked you, standing up to greet you.

"Yeah. We were just looking through old photo albums and then I showed her our wedding photos and she burst out crying." You said softly, not wanting to speak in a panicked tone in case it made Hazel more upset. Hazel hated knowing she made you upset, but sometimes she couldn't help it.

"It's okay. It's not your fault, y'know that?" Harry double checked with you and for once you knew that it wasn't your fault.

"I know."

"Let's try talk to her again." He took your hand and you both crouched down outside her playhouse again. Harry knocked on the door three times, but there was no answer. He tried again.

"No daddy!" Hazel shouted again.

"Hazel Mae, if you don't open the door for me right now I'm going to come in myself. I just want to know what's making you sad, baby." He sternly told her off, but only because he loved and worried about her so much.

"You're making me sad." She said through a sob.

"Well then come out here so you can tell daddy off and then I'll see how I can apologise. Hmm?" It was like he'd been a dad for fifty years with how wonderful he was with your daughter.

Instead of responding, Hazel opened the door and rubbed her eyes. It was a known fact that she got heavily tired after having a breakdown, just as you did. You both knew though that you had to speak to her about her behaviour before she fell asleep though. Her eyes were puffy and distressed, whilst her lips were still tight in a pout.

"Come here, please." Harry spoke very softly, opening his arms out for her to come to him first.

She walked over to him and used her small arms to best wrap themselves around Harry's body. Harry hummed in delight when she hugged him back, feeling like he was slowly getting through to her. He kissed the side of her head a few times, before pulling her back from their little squeeze.

"Y'gonna hug mummy too?"

"Okay." She nodded and walked to where you were kneeling on the grass. You opened your arms out for her and gave her the sweetest hug, feeling so much better that she was calm in your arms. You hated seeing her cry.

"Kissy?" You asked and pouted your lips for her. Hazel leant in to give your lips a quick kiss, before collapsing her little legs to plant her bum in your lap.

You kissed at the top of her head and stroked your hand up and down her arm to soften her breathing some more. Harry sat down too, making it look like he was firmly planted within the little family meeting.

"Y'gonna tell mummy and I why you were sad?" Harry asked, stroking his thumb over her cheek to grab her attention.

"I wasn't there." She said as if you would automatically know what she meant.

"Where Haze?" Harry asked, but you cut in before she could answer herself.

"Our wedding." You spoke quietly. "Were you sad you couldn't come to our wedding, baby?"

"Yeah." She nodded sadly.

You and Harry looked at each other with a smile, happy to know that this wasn't some other urgent or traumatic matter that you'd deal with together. This was something that you could work around. Harry gave you a knowing nod, telling you that he had this under control if you wanted him to.

"Mini-me, you weren't here when mummy and I got married." Harry told her and that quickly got her attention.

"Where was I?"

You had to turn your chuckle into a cough as you mentally thought about how Harry would answer this one.

"You were still in mummy's tummy."

Close enough, you thought.

"I was in there?" She pointed at your tummy in awe. Every knew thing she learnt was crazily fascinating and you would not be surprised if she turned out to be a child-genius.

"Yes, baby, you were." You held her hand over your stomach, reserving yourself from crying over the thought that once upon a time she was pressing the inside of your stomach, but now she was touching the out. It was still a real pinch-me moment.

"So I guess I was at the wedding."

"Yeah. I guess you were." You smiled, kissing her on her forehead for being so smart.

"Sorry for crying. I just got sad that I wasn't invited."

You and Harry looked at each other again, silently conversing how proud you were of your daughter for apologising without prompt. It just showed what great parents you are.

"Hazel, believe us, if you were around then you definitely would've been invited. Mummy and I just had to have a wedding before we could invite you." Harry explained and you got all teary at how good of a dad he was being.

"Maybe we can have a pretend wedding? In our garden?" You offered and the way that Hazel's face lit up was as if you'd just told her that you next house would be made of sweets.

"Yes! Mummy! Yes please!" She got so excited that she got up off your lap and started to dance around you both. That was until Harry caught her and brought her in for some monster-tickles. Her laugh was second to none and it made you ecstatic thinking about how you'd brought a happy child into the world - even if she was a handful sometimes.

You wouldn't change you smiley family for the world.

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bookcomb for every time someone picked katniss up throughout the series 🩷.

He steps in and I feel myself lifted off the ground. The room spins, and I have to lock my arms around Gale’s neck to brace myself. He’s laughing, happy.

“Take her out,” says my mother. Haymitch and Peeta literally carry me from the room while I shout obscenities at her. They pin me down on a bed in one of the extra bedrooms until I stop fighting.

My mother gives me a cup of chamomile tea with a dose of sleep syrup, and my eyelids begin to droop immediately. She wraps my bad foot, and Peeta volunteers to get me to bed. I start out by leaning on his shoulder, but I’m so wobbly he just scoops me up and carries me upstairs. He tucks me in and says good night but I catch his hand and hold him there.

Each afternoon he carries me downstairs for a change of scenery and I unnerve everyone by turning on the television.

Over his shoulder, I see my mother and Prim clutching each other in the doorway.

[…]

My knees give way and he’s holding me up. As the alcohol overcomes my mind, I hear the glass bottle shatter on the floor. This seems appropriate since I have obviously lost my grip on everything.

When I wake up, I barely get to the toilet before the white liquor makes its reappearance.

[…]

I turn on the shower and stand under the warm rain for a minute before I realize I’m still in my underclothes. My mother must have just stripped off my filthy outer ones and tucked me in bed.

“It’s not him, Katniss! It’s a mutt!” Finnick shouts at me. “Come on!” He moves me along, half dragging, half carrying me, until I can process what he said.

I know it’s stopped when I feel Peeta’s hands on me, feel myself lifted from the ground and out of the jungle. But I stay eyes squeezed shut, hands over my ears, muscles too rigid to release. Peeta holds me on his lap, speaking soothing words, rocking me gently. It takes a long time before I begin to relax the iron grip on my body. And when I do, the trembling begins.

“It’s all right, Katniss,” he whispers.”

“We’re to get to the airstrip. Immediately,” Boggs says, lifting me to my feet with one hand. “There’s a problem.”

Boggs quickly examines my face, then scoops me up and jogs for the runway. Halfway there, I puke on his bulletproof vest. It’s hard to tell because he’s short of breath, but I think he sighs.

The others are shouting at me, but I can’t seem to respond. Strong arms lift me as I blast the head off a mutt whose claws have just grazed my ankle. I’m slammed into the ladder. Hands shoved against the rungs. Ordered to climb. My wooden, puppet limbs obey.

I transform into a wild animal, kicking, clawing, biting, doing whatever I can to free myself from this web of hands as the crowd pushes in. The guards lift me up above the fray, where I continue to thrash as I’m conveyed over the crush of people.

Home? What’s he talking about? My home’s gone. And even if it were possible to go to this imaginary place, I am too weak to move. Strangers appear. Rehydrate and feed me. Bathe and clothe me. One lifts me like a rag doll and carries me up to the roof, onto a hovercraft, and fastens me into a seat. Haymitch and Plutarch sit across from me. In a few moments, we’re airborne.

“She’s dead.” I clutch my middle to dull the pain. Sink down on my heels, rocking the pillow, crying. “She’s dead, you stupid cat. She’s dead.” A new sound, part crying, part singing, comes out of my body, giving voice to my despair. Buttercup begins to wail as well. No matter what I do, he won’t go. He circles me, just out of reach, as wave after wave of sobs racks my body, until eventually I fall unconscious.

[…]

Because hours later, when I come to in my bed, he’s there in the moonlight. Crouched beside me, yellow eyes alert, guarding me from the night.

#four of these Katniss never identifies who was carrying her but whateves #thg #hunger games #Katniss everdeen #Peeta mellark #gale hawthorne #haymitch abernathy #it’s a tiny detail but every time I come across the scene where she passes out drunk with gale and her mom I always wonder like …#did gale or her mom carry her upstairs?#anyways not important #bookcomb ♥️🔎

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stuck-in-the-ghost-zone · 6 months

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ohgghh i’m on the season finale. mind if i liveblog in ur inbox?? i’m doing it

this is already fucking insane. i have no idea whose side will is on. he’s giving information to both jack and hannibal before they meet for dinner. what is he doing. WHAT IS HIS PLAN

god i love freddie lounds. have i mentioned that?? i love her. morally fucked up women my beloved <3 she makes the narrative so interesting

hannibal is literally asking will to run away with him. my god. how much fucking gayer can this get. they need to make out sloppy style covered in blood right now immediately

HERE COMES JACK THIS WAS THE SCENE WE SAW RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING OF THE SEASON ISN’T IT??? OHHH HELL YEAH BABEY IT’S THE FIGHT SCENE HEHEHEHE

ALANA’S HERE ALANA’S HERE AAAAAAA GIRLIE RUN ohhhhhh no jack is bleeding from the neck oh no oh no i don’t want him dead please no :( ALANA OH NO. OH NO SHE HAS NO BULLETS. OH NO GIRL RUNNNNN oh she found more oh thank god

ABIGAIL???????

WHAT THE FUCK

SHE PUSHED ALANA OUT THE WINDOW

alana don’t die noooo no no no :( i love her i don’t want her dead!!! oh god jack is probs dying too NOOOOOOOO

omg will saw abigail,,,,,, sobbing. wailing even. screaming and crying.

“we couldn’t leave without you” okay. gayass. my heart is already shattered what the fuck am i supposed to do about this

tenderly touching the side of will’s face. dude come on

HE STABBED HIM HE STABBED HIM OH MY GOD. WHAT THE FUCK

“do you believe you could change me the way i changed you?” “i already did” OKAY. ALRIGHT. I’LL JUST SIT WITH THIS NOW. WHAT THE HELL DUDE

HE’S KILLING ABIGAIL FOR REAL. DUDE. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. yeah no way everyone here is surviving this. oh fuck oh fuck jack is totally dead oh fuck ok time to cry. he called his wife in his last moments. stop. i’ve cried over bella twice before i don’t need to again ok

HANNIBAL AND HIS THERAPIST ARE JUST FUCKING OFF TO SOMEWHERE ELSE?? THAT’S THE WAY THE SEASON ENDS????? MAC WHAT THE HELL MAN

^ME RN. MY GOD. I DON’T KNOW HOW MANY OF THEM SURVIVED THAT BUT HOLY SHIT I DON’T HAVE THE TIME OR ENERGY TO START S3 RIGHT NOW. UHHHH THOUGHTS: IT GOT VERY GAY VERY QUICKLY. GENUINELY THOUGHT THEY WERE GONNA KISS AT MULTIPLE POINTS AND THE WRITERS WERE COWARDS FOR NOT LETTING THEM MAKE OUT SLOPPY STYLE COVERED IN BLOOD. VERY GLAD FREDDIE IS ALIVE GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS <3 FIGURED ABIGAIL WASN’T DEAD BUT WAS STILL SURPRISED BY HER SHOWING UP. WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED. 10/10 I’M GOING TO GO TO BED NOW

AHAHAHHAAAA HOLY SHIT. WELCOME TO MY WORLD. WELCOME TO MY TWISTED MIND, IM A TWISTED FUCKING CYCLE PATH BECAUSE OF HANNIBAL S2 FINALE

"you were supposed to leave." "we couldnt leave without you". will run away with me. will we can escape but only if we do it together. unfortunately i cannot trust you and you cannot trust me. we work perfectly together and thats exactly why we can never work together. the way he fucking.. caresses wills face before he stabs him and then immediately just.. holds him. girls when they say they want to be held (me im girls). "DO YOU BELIEVE YOU COULD CHANGE ME THE WAY I CHANGED YOU" "I ALREADY DID" WHSIKEY CAN YOU HEAR ME . CAN YOU FUCKING HEAR ME. THEY SHOULD HAE MADE OUT SPLOPPY STYLE. "you would deny me my life?" "no no no" "my freedom, then? confine me to a prison cell?" << this dialogue. ugh. ughghghghghghhghghhghhgh. man what the fucj. im literally always thinking about hannibal season 2 finale. any time i need to do a factory reset on my brain i pull up my favorite youtube video conveniently titled "hannibal stabs will scene". fellas is it gay to gut another man like a fish. (the answer is yes)

#good luck in season 3 <33333 #ironically it is THE most nearly almost explicitly gay season despite being my least favorite #god. the way the series ends is gonna make you so fucking insane i cant wait for that #i literally cnanot say anything else without spoiling things that happen in season3 so instead i will say <3 good luck. smile :)#friends!!!#anachronistic-falsehood #asks

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risingofjupiter · 1 year

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𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑨 𝑩𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺... - 𝑜𝑢𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒 ❦

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ | .ꜰᴇʟɪx x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | felix cheated on you. your boyfriend.. cheated on you. how are you ever going to forgive him?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | talk of cheating, felix is a douchebag (my b 😔), fowl language, angst with no fluffy ending

𝐚/𝐧 | i hate this but i’m posting it anyway 😭. this has been in my drafts for ages so sorry about that 💀. also are my masterlist links working bc they aren’t for me :,) and should i make a part two with a happy ending? 🤭 (or a sad one)

(peter pan was defeated, never killed felix and you’re all living happily ever after in storybrooke, yay!)

“what?”

the first thing you recognized in felix’s body language was the twitching. as if he was dying to spill a secret that never should have been spoken.

“i didn’t sleep with her! i swear! y/n please, you have to believ-“

“leave.”

“y/n, you aren’t serious. i still-“

“i said fucking leave felix! not wander around aimlessly and make excuses!” you shout, tears starting to run down your face.

“y/n-“

“godammit felix! would you just walk out the fucking door already?” you yelled as you walked over and pushed him back.

“y/n!” felix gripped your shoulders, forcing you to listen, “i love you. i really, really love you. i am sorry. so terribly sorry. so much guilt has filled me and i have no fucking idea how i’m going to make it up to you.” hearing him say he was sorry was all you needed to confirm this was real. he actually cheated on you. fucking bitch.

“i hate you.”

confusion adorned his face for half a second, until he fully understood what you said was spoken with all honesty.

“you don’t really mean that.. right? we’re in a relationship for christ’s sake!”

“i fucking hate you felix.” your shoulders trembled under his tight grip, “i hate you! you loved me! said i was your’s and you were mine!” anger filled your entire being as you grasped onto the reality of it, he had cheated.

as soon as the thought filled your head, your hands were clenched into fists, pounding onto his chest to release a minor amount of the anger in you.

“y/n! y/n- godammit!” you pushed and pounded with all your being, needing him to get out - away from you.

felix suddenly grabbed onto the doorframe, to stop your shoving and spoke, “y/n, i am begging you. please do not toss me away.” he rested his hand on your cheek, thumb wiping away some of your tear tracks.

“get the hell out of my house.” shoving felix one more time, you closed the door, leaving him out in the cold.

sliding down against the door, sob after sob ran through your body. shivering, you wrapped your arms around yourself in attempt to feel comforted. you felt as if you were mourning for your own heart. felix had quite literally ripped your heart out of your chest and stomped on it.

the only thing crossing your mind was felix. how he had sweared loyalty to you. to only love you and no one else. he lied. it was all a lie. you felt as if you had been betrayed. an uncomfy feeling began settling in your stomach.

felix lied to you. felix had given his love to another. felix had betrayed you.

you couldn’t care less about the girl he did it with. another cry ran through your body at the thought of him pleasuring another. thinking back to when felix and you had been intimate - believing it was so romantic, no other love like this one. felix was all yours.. or he used to be.

you cringed at the thought of you and felix making love. it felt so disgusting now to think about. his body might as well be tainted.

you wailed at the thought of the past. at your naive self for committing to this relationship, only to be hurt.

as you started to calm down, you stood upright - pushing some of your weight against the door for balance. an unsettling feeling gathered in your stomach again, except this time it was nausea.

you laughed out loud, anger finding it’s way in you again. you were so pissed at felix, you wanted to throw up. throat parched, you walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the wooden cabinet. placing the cup in the water dispenser on your fridge.

inhaling a shaking breath in, you leaned against the counter - slowly sipping on your cold water. focusing your eyes on a vase full of flowers, you turned towards them, eyeing them fully. wracking your brain for any memory of them, you realized.

felix had gotten you those.

felix.. the fucking cheater.

before you knew it, you stormed over to the vase full of flowers and threw it across the room. hitting a wall with a loud crash, you started to cry again. you yelled and cried, begging a higher power to remove any memory of felix - just so you could rid of this pain.

you slowly slid down the side of the island, in the middle of your kitchen, feeling numb, “damn you, felix..” you muttered to yourself, as you rubbed your eyes, fatigue taking over.

༻———————————————————————༺

the floor was almost vibrating, as if someone was stomping around inside. opening your eyes, just slightly, you definitely saw someone. you blinked rapidly, hurriedly trying to get your eyes to adjust to the light.

you saw a broom sweeping what must have been the broken glass from the vase last night. you then looked at their shoes and recognized the boots almost immediately.

felix.

you jumped up from your place on the floor, frozen in a pool of mixed emotions. angry that he was back, confusion as to how he got inside, sadness that this was probably one of the last times you could ever bear to see him.

“why are you here?” cursing yourself for the little tremble in your voice. felix turned around for a minute and gave you a once-over. in all honesty, you looked wrecked - hair disheveled, eyes red and puffy.

in a second, felix had rushed to you and pulled you to his chest, pressing you tightly against him - his chin resting atop your head.

you felt as if someone was playing with you. pulling a prank, laughing when something awful happened. you couldn’t forgive felix, you never would. and yet, you wrapped your arms around felix’s waist, sobbing into his chest.

“my sweet girl..” felix shushed you, smoothing your hair down, soothingly.

“f-felix.. i’m sorry, so sorry.” you couldn’t care less about the trembles and voice cracks falling from your mouth now. all you wanted, all you needed was to be held in felix’s embrace. all the pain and anger seemed to just wash away as each sob trembled your body.

he stepped back a bit, hands still on your biceps, “do not apologize, y/n. you have nothing to apologize for,” felix took a shaky breath, before continuing, “i’m stupid, so.. so stupid. i hate myself for the pain i caused you to have. i want to take it all back, remove myself from that situation. but i can’t. and i am so very sorry. i love you so much.” by the end, you could very clearly see the tears in felix’s eyes.

against your will, your delicate hand moved to cup felix’s cheek, slowly rubbing your thumb across it. felix let out a small sigh, putting his hand over yours and closing his eyes.

you two stayed like that for a moment more, before you broke the comforting silence, “i can’t trust you anymore. i want to trust you felix, you’re-,” you paused, correcting yourself, “were my everything. now i’m not so sure.” you let your hand drop back down to your side, avoiding eye contact.

felix seemed to be at a loss for words. he wasn’t your everything anymore? hell, how could he be asking himself that. of course he’s not, he’s not even sure if he can still call himself yours anymore.

“i want you to trust me. i want you to need me still, y/n. i still want to be the person you confide in when you’re at your lowest.. i still wanna be yours.” felix looked like a kicked puppy. he practically had a tail between his legs.

without saying a word, you moved forward and took his head in your hands - giving his forehead a delicate peck. you removed yourself again quickly though, much to felix’s dismay.

“i still want you felix.. i’m just not too sure if i need you anymore.” with that you walked yourself to your bedroom, leaving felix standing in the middle of the dining area.

though, you seemed to have missed the single tear that ran down felix’s cheek, tainting his pretty skin.

“but.. i still need you.”

#felix imagines #felix x reader #once upon a time #ouat felix #fem!reader #i love him so much #my skrunkly

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definitelynotshouting · 10 months

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BROBROBROBROBROHROHROBROBROBRIBROBROBROBROBROHROBRORHORGRORVORVOTVOSHPSBFPSHAOHSKSK AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OH MY GOD

EVERYONE NOT BEING THEMSELVES, EVERYONE OBVIOUSLY ACTING BRHIND WALLS AND WITH BUILR UP PERSONALITIES THAT ARE DEFINITELY NOT THEIR OWN.

PEARL FINALLY, FINALLY SAYING ALL THOSE THINGS SHES WANYED TO SAY SINCE SHE FOUND HIM ON HC. SINCE EVO. HER BEING THE ONLY ONE TO REALLY BE HONEST IBSTEAD OF TIPTOEING AROUND EVERYTHING

MUMBO LIGHTELY GOING IBSANE, STILL HAVING THE SAME GRIAN> EVERYTHING MENTALITY EVEN THO GRIAN SAYS THEYRE EX-BESTFRIEBDS

SCAR AND GRIAN KNOWING RACH OTHER TELLS, KNOWING EHAT THR OTHER PERSON IS BASICALLY FEELIBG BUT BEING QUIET ABOUT IT. SCAR BEING AN “OPEN BOOK”, BUT NOT BEING HIMSELF. BEING HIS SALESMEN PERSONALITY. BEING A FAKE PERSONALITY BECAUSE NO ONE REALLY INOWS WHO OR WHAT YRIAN IS ANYMORE. HIM BEING THE ONLY ONE TO ASK AND NOT YELL, BECAUSE HE KNOWS AT LEAST SOMETHING FROM 3D LIFE.

THE PEOPLE ASKING HIM ABOUT HIS PROBLEMS BECAUSE THEYRE MAD BUT BECAUSE THEY DO ALSO CARE. BECAUSE HIS PROBLEMS ARE MOST LITERALLY HURTING EVERYONE (might I add, these are so realistic. Ige had conversations../ kind of like these. and Jesus when I say you write them so realistic it hurts me, I mean it. ohhhh I mean it) I WAIT EVERYDAY FOR THESE CHAOTERS (DW DONT FEEL PRESSURED OR RUSH THEM WAITING IS LOWKEY FUN) BECAUSE GOODBESS GRACIOUS AT EVERY MOMENT IT FEELS LIKE THE TIP OF A BEEDLE IM HOING CRAZY I CANT DO THIS

HIM BEING CALLED, EVEN IF NOT DIRECTLY, A MONSTER. HIM TRYING TO MAKE JUSTIFICATIONS BUT BOT ANSWRRING WHAT THEY REALLY WABT TO KNOW. HIM KNOWINY HR MESSED UP. UUEUEUEUEUUEE WAAAAA CRYING SOBBING WAILING TEARING UP TEARS TEARS TEARS TEARS TBROWINY UP SCREAMING LOUDLY SO LOUDLY

:DDD

gods YEAH i am so glad this is coming across realistically, bc thats been SO very important to me from the start (the hilarity that THIS is what my maximum self indulgence looks like not lost on me). I love portraying these incredibly complex relationships; im truly so glad people have been liking this chapter, because gods i worked my tail off hitting a lot of specific emotional beats in that Pearl and Grian conversation. And with Scar, the way he's compartmentalizing and pulling out that cheerful, salesman persona, is so important to me as well. Its really nice being able to weave different character dynamics and reactions into each chapter, and im so so happy thats being appreciated!!!

I am absolutely LOVING your analysis here btw, ur really nailing down a lot of things i wanted to convey, so im really glad they were noticed!!! :D also djsbdjdjdj im glad you dont mind waiting; this is actually a pretty novel experience for me to keep a longfic going with this much consistent momentum, even if each update is like, a month or two apart, and im having a fantastic time doing it. Its been really fun to write this and see everyone's reactions to it :D and tbh i never expected it to get this much attention, so im absolutely blown away by it being enjoyed so much by so many people!!!

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #compliments #SORRY IF THIS DOESNT MAKW SENSE I AM SOOOOO SLEEPYTIRED TODAY #this ask made me smile so wide WAUGH im so happy ppl are liking this story and this chapter #txt

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soapiemomorphine · 1 year

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2012 Tmnt yakuza au cont, ‘,;)

The first is here,

Aftermath

So don and raph realized they kinda fucked up whoops

With Casey and Mona’s help they make a pizza and cake as an apology

“ Look Mikey” Raph twiltled with his thumbs in a nervous gesture as he shifts from foot to foot, “ I can’t take back what I said,”

“Or what we haven’t said,” Donnie’s face is red stained with tears and his eyes shine with unshed tears

“But we’re sorry,” Ralph’s voice breaks under the weight of guilt, “ and you deserve better than a couple of bums for brothers”

“And I’m so sorry that you didn’t see what you were going through because of my own dumb-dumb brain, of course you were going though the same grief and I am so sorry that I’m a terrible older brother-,” Donnie’s breathes come out shaken as he hiccups and sniffles.

But he’s stopped by Raph and Donnie nearly being knocked over with the speed Mikey had tackled them into a tight bear hug.

“ I know” Mikey sniffles into Ralph’s shoulder, “ I know”

And for the third time, Raph just breaks down.

He tries to silence what’s starts as small trails of tears down his cheeks but it’s hard with Donnie’s chocked wails and Mikey openly sobbing.

Raph joins them as they huddle each other, for the first time im since they were 15, they were just scared little kids with only themselves for comfort.

It’s impossible to say how long they stayed on the floor- a minute? 10 minutes? An hour? Because they hugged each other for as long as they could, until there were no tears left to cry, until there wasn’t enough water in their bodies, until what felt like eternity.

After that they all went to therapy!

Now they are quite literally closer than ever

They have almost all meals together, except for the dates Mona and Raph, and Donnie and Casey have

They were close before when they were younger; but that was in a sibling way; they way you are close with ur siblings when you are both young and forced to be in the same house; you fight each other and annoy each other but you still love each other at the end of the day

But now it’s different; they are close in the way veterans are close, they share the same trauma and the same grief and now they willingly spend the rest of their days together

And they were planning to spend it like retired veterans lol; no jobs rlly, cooking nice meals that take hours, finding new calming hobbies,(knitting, piano, baking, playing cards, all that old ppl shit lmao)going to the park, volunteering at animal shelters, feeding strays

Old domestic shit

But remember when raph in his grief was beating up yakuza members?

Yeah those bitches don’t forget easily

Whoopsie, the hamato fam is now on a gangs hitlist what else is new?

Some of the members who got their asses sorely kicked by raph wanna become his disciple

Raph doesn’t give two shits ab them

“BOSS!” “Get tf off my porch before I kick ur ass-again”

Mikey sees them, and is all, “Raph don’t be meeeaaannn!”

He feed the teenagers

When the yakuza tries to beat the hamato family’s asses

They failed severely

The punk teenagers in the area then start to look up to the hamato family

However, raph and Mona are unapproachable, Donnie is impossible to find, Casey doesn’t speak Japanese; so the one all the wannabe gangsters approach is Mikey lol

Gangsters aren’t the only ones who look up to the hamatos

Families that ever are in trouble with other yakuza are all like; “🥺 mikey-san, these men are beating up my sons and asking for money,”

And much like in The Godfather and in Goncharov they became know as a family that can do favors for good people

And the local punk teenagers began to treat Mikey like their boss

And that’s how the Hamato family-completely on accident- became a yakuza gang! 🥳

-first- -next(not yet posted)-

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trashyswitch · 1 year

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Liquor Makes the Tickles Happen

In the Fnafnations AU: Jeremy and Mike are getting drunk together, with Doll Schmidt being their 'babysitter' for the night. The whole evening turns into a roller coaster of emotions and silliness.

Warning: This fic shows drunken things happening. If you are triggered by the idea of drinking or someone getting drunk, then please click off now. Cause though this is fluffy drunkenness, seeing the type of alcohol could be enough to trigger a person. So please...keep this in mind, and either read on, or click off. I have millions more FNAF fanfics that DON'T involve drunkenness, so enjoy those instead.

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user! I hope you enjoy!

Jeremy and Mike were both chuckling and giggling like little toddlers, while Doll was keeping an eye on the two boys. They were drinking and hanging out together on both their days off. Mike had put down his shot glass a while ago, having downed 4 shots of the Laird’s Straight Apple Brandy™ already. And he was moderately drunk by this point. Jeremy had drank roughly the same amount, but is somewhat shorter than Mike. So if anything, Jeremy is the slightest bit more drunk than Mike. And Doll…well…

Doll’s the babysitter for this afternoon.

“Hey. Hey Jeremy. How many fingers am I holding up?” Mike asked, holding up both index fingers, both thumbs, both middle fingers and one pinky.

“Mmmmmmm…fffffive?” Jeremy asked.

Mike turned his wrists around and looked at his own fingers. “No, it’s 6!” Mike replied. “How could you not see that?”

Jeremy waddled himself up to Mike and grabbed his hands. “Lemme show you.” Jeremy said before trying to touch Mike’s thumb with his index finger. “Oooone.” He said, before moving onto Mike’s Index finger. “Twoooo.” He completely skipped the middle finger, and moved to Mike’s pinky. “Threeeee.”

“You skipped the middle finger.” Mike told him.

“The middle finger’s innnnappropriate.” Jeremy told him. “It’s ruuuude.” Jeremy whined.

Mike giggled and put up his middle finger. “You mean this?”

Jeremy stared at the middle finger…and looked at Mike with the most hurt, sad little look on his face. And then…He started wailing and crying. He covered up his face with his hands and sobbed loudly. “MIIIIIIIKE!” Jeremy whined before squeezing his eyes shut and crying.

Mike widened his eyes and looked at Jeremy with shocked eyes. He slowly lowered his middle finger down onto the fist. “....Shit.” He said. “Wait NO-”

Jeremy literally WAILED at an even higher octave upon hearing Mike swear. “DOOOOOOLL! MIIIKE’S SWEARIIING!” Jeremy cried, his cheeks quickly being drenched in tears.

“Come here, Jeremy. Come here.” She gently wrapped her arms around Jeremy and rubbed his back as he sobbed.

Doll looked at Mike with an angry glare. “Apologize to Jeremy.” She told him.

Mike widened his eyes. “What?!” Mike reacted. “But…But he-”

“But nothing! Apologize now.” Doll ordered.

Mike sighed. “I’m sorry I gave you the middle finger.” Mike told Jeremy.

Jeremy whined into her shoulder, trying to say something back, but utterly failing because of his mouth being shoved so deeply into her shoulder. “Mmm mmmfmmm mphhmmfmmfmmmphmm.” Jeremy kept whining.

Doll snorted and bursted out laughing. “Whohohoa! Dohohoes thahat mean you forgive him?!” Doll reacted.

“Mmphmmm! MmmfmmphmmmMphm?” Jeremy asked.

Doll was tittering at this point. “Your mumbling and whining is getting stupid hilarious.” Doll told him.

Mmmmphmmphmmm. Pfffbfbbfffbfbfbbb.” Jeremy blew a raspberry onto her shoulder, before throwing his head back and giggling.

Doll bursted out laughing. “DIhihid yohou just blow a raspberry on my shoulder?!” Doll reacted. “HAhahahaha! Whyhyhyhy?!” Doll asked next.

“Because I’mmm huuuumerus~” Jeremy said, poking Doll’s shoulder slightly too hard.

Mike facepalmed his forehead. “Goddammit.”

“Whaaat?” Jeremy turned around and walked up to Mike. “Can’t get to maaah level?” Jeremy asked.

Mike looked down at Jeremy. “You realize you’re 5ft 6, right?” Mike asked.

Jeremy blinked. “Wha?”

“And I’m 5ft 8?” Mike asked.

“Are ya now?” Jeremy asked.

“Yeah…I am.” Mike replied, as-a-matter-of-factly.

“I can make ya giggle like a gorilla.” Jeremy said with a smirk. “Or…”

Mike closed his eyes. “Don’t.”

“A…” Jeremy kept going.

“Don’t you dare.” Mike warned.

“...G-Giggle-rilla?” Jeremy said with an overly enthusiastic smile.

Doll sighed and rubbed her nose.

“First of all…Gorilla’s don’t laugh.” Mike told him.

“Aaare you surrrrre?” Jeremy asked, wiggling his fingers at Mike. “Cause I think this gorilla doesssss~” Jeremy teased.

Mike yelped and backed up. “Jeremy, think of what you’re doing.” he warned.

“Oh come on, Mike. Every gorilla loves to laugh! Everybody knows that!” Doll teased. “Speaking of laughing, go for the belly button or the neck. His neck is SUPER ticklish.” Doll added.

“DOLL!” Mike yelled.

“What?! It’s true!” Doll put her hands up for mercy.

Jeremy looked at Doll. “Ahand how do you know alllll that? Have youuu tickled him there before?” He asked.

Doll rolled her eyes. “Yes, I have. For years now.” She told him.

“Wait…years?” He clarified. “H-How long have you two been married again?” Jeremy asked.

Doll raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “You don’t remember our wedding?” Doll asked, looking at Mike and winking. Jeremy thought for a moment…and then widened his eyes. “OH YEAH! I do nooow! You were so pretty in your dreeeeess!” Jeremy reacted. “And Mikie over here-” Jeremy walked up and grabbed Mike’s middle, pulled Mike closer to his own chest before uncovering and wiggling a finger into Mike’s belly button. “He looked SOOO handsome in his suuuiit!” Jeremy teased.

Mike wheezed and hung his head down laughing almost right away. “DUHUHUHUDE! Whahat ahare you tahahalking abohohout!?” Mike asked.

“That beauuuutiful suit! With the flower bouquet right about heeeeere.” Jeremy told him, moving his tickling finger up to poke the right side of his chest. “And the navy blue suit! With-With the tie custom-made from a lay-layered piece of Doll’s dreeesss!” Jeremy teased before tickling his belly button again. “I wish Iiii had thaaaat.” Jeremy said, giggling.

Mike laughed and shook his head. “Whahahat ahahare yohou-” Mike SCREAMED as he felt someone blow a raspberry onto his neck. “JEHEHEREMYYYYY!” Mike shouted.

“Whaaaat? Ihihi dihid nothing!” Jeremy reacted, sounding quite genuine.

“Actually Mike…” Doll wrapped her arms around the far side of his neck and whispered something into his ear. Then, she removed her face from his ear. “It was me who blew that raspberry.” She told Mike proudly.

“Yeheah! Why’re you out blamin’ meee?”Jeremy asked.

“Ihihi dihihidn’t knohow Doll was thehehere.” Mike admitted.

“I was just too quiet for Mike’s old ears to hear.” Doll teased.

Mike looked at Doll. “What are you talking about?! I’m two years older than you- PFFFFTAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahaha! NOHOHO- GAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO RAHAHASPBEHeheheherries!” Mike shouted, unable to curl his neck.

“Is Mikie-Wikie too tickwish?” Jeremy asked, poking the spot on Mike’s neck that Jeremy had just blown into.

“YEHEHEHESS!” Mike yelled back, shaking his head wildly while pulling and struggling to get out of the clutches of the drunk tickle monster.

“And does Mikie-Wikie wike de tickles?” Doll asked, before blowing the next raspberry.

“Yehes- I-MEAN-NOOO! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Mike cackled, hanging his head again.

Jeremy gasped and squealed like a little kid. “You like it?! Like, you-you actually like it?!” Jeremy asked.

“He loves it! Always has! He’s actually asked me to tickle him before.” Doll told him.

“HE HAS?!” Jeremy reacted.

“Yes! And YOU KNOW he likes it when he’s actually asking for it.” Doll added.

“YOHOHOU TWOHOHO ARE SOHOHO MEHEHEHEHEHEAN!” Mike yelled at them.

“I know. Aren’t I a mean, evil buwwy?” Jeremy teased.

“YEHEHES! YOHOHOU AHAHARE!” Mike yelled back.

Jeremy rolled his eyes and blew another raspberry onto his neck.

Mike SCREAMED and bursted out cackling right away. “AAAAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha! Plehehehehease!” Mike begged.

Doll looked at Mike with slight worry. “Do you need a break?” Doll asked.

Mike nodded as his giggles grew more high-pitched and squeaky.

Jeremy and Doll backed up a bit, taking their hands off Mike and letting him breathe again. He breathed somewhat heavily as he tried to recover again. “Thahank you. Thank you.” He said.

“No problem, sweetheart.” She replied.

“No biggie, Mikie!” Jeremy replied happily.

Mike looked up at Jeremy and Doll with a wide smile. He let out a breath. “Alright. I’m ready now. Again!” Mike declared.

“Again? Already?!” Doll reacted.

Jeremy dropped his jaw. “Wait-…But how?!” He asked. “That wasn’t ev’n two minutes! You’re already ready for more?!” Jeremy asked.

“Yeah! Here: I’ll make it easier on you two.” Mike laid himself down onto the carpet and opened his arms up. “Okay. Now I’m ready.” Mike told him.

Doll bursted out laughing at Mike’s persistence. Jeremy just squealed like a little girl again, and happily danced his fingers all over Mike’s belly.

Mike jumped and arched his back, unintentionally bringing his belly closer to Jeremy.

“Why thank you for the help, Mike! But I think I can reach your belly on mah own.” Jeremy teased before sticking his tongue out between his teeth.

“Shuhuhuhush.” Mike whined, covering up his face with his hands.

“Awww! You’re getting all reeeed! I can eeeeven see some blushy red all over your bewwy!” Jeremy teased, lifting up his shirt to show him the slight redness to Mike’s belly.

Mike yelped. “Red?! On my belly?!” Mike asked, sitting up to cover up his belly.

“...Well if you cover up your belly, no one will be able to see it.” Jeremy told him.

“Good!” Mike replied.

“Good?! Do you realize how cruel you’re being?!” Jeremy asked.

“I’m not being cruel. I’m being protective.” Mike told him.

“And here I thought you wanted to be tickled.” Doll teased.

“I do, but…but-”

Jeremy gently tackled Mike’s upper body back down to the carpet and uncovered Mike’s belly. Jeremy held Mike’s hands above his head, before the brown-haired boy blew a raspberry onto Mike’s belly.

“Wait WAIT- OHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA!” Mike shouted.

“A bit ticklish~?” Jeremy teased.

“YOHOHOU KNOHOHOW THIHIHIS!” Mike yelled back.

“Yeah…I dooo.” Jeremy teased before stopping and letting go of him. Mike covered up his face with his hands all over again, and curled up into the fetal position. But a few seconds later, Mike uncovered one of his eyes by moving two of his fingers apart. “Are…Aren’t you gonna do something?” Mike asked.

Doll and Jeremy both busted a gut laughing at Mike’s genuine, tiny response.

“Yohohou ahahare suhuch a goofy meatball!” Jeremy yelled.

Doll’s cackles went up another octave. “SAHAYS THE ONE WHO THOUGHT WE WERE MARRIED!” Doll yelled.

Jeremy giggled, before looking at Doll with shock. “Wait, what?!” Jeremy asked.

“Just because you have memories of a wedding, doesn’t mean it was my wedding.” Doll told him.

Jeremy blinked as he stared at Doll. He looked at Mike desperately for clarification.

“We haven't gotten married yet. We’re still in the dating stage.” Mike told him.

“B-But the-” Jeremy sat himself down, in shock by the whole thing. “B-B-But- You two are so PERFECT together!” Jeremy whined.

“We’re just…not at that stage yet, Jeremy.” Mike told him.

Doll looked down for just a second, before smiling. “Not quite yet. But we don’t plan on breaking up anytime soon either.” She said.

“......Okay.” He said somewhat sadly. “I’m sorry…” He mumbled.

Mike shook his head and hugged him. “It’s okay. We find it funny, actually. And we know you’re gonna find it funny when you’re hung over and sober.” Mike told him.

Jeremy giggled. “And you’re also gonna find it funny when I tell you how excited you were about me and Doll tickling you again.” Jeremy teased, poking his chest.

“Now now, don’t make me tickle you back.” Mike warned.

“Ooooh! Is Jeremy ticklish? Spill the tea!” Doll asked.

“Oh! I’ll gladly spill!” Mike started skittering his fingers in his armpits. “Armpits are a-”

“BAHAHAHAHAAAA! EEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE NOHOHOHO!” Jeremy shouted loudly.

“...Very ticklish spot.” Mike finished. “And that’s just the tip of the iceberg! Do you wanna help me?” Mike asked his girlfriend.

Doll proudly walked up and knelt down. “I would love to.” She said before blowing a raspberry onto Jeremy’s covered belly.

“OHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jeremy yelled.

Doll laughed and shook her head. Another tickle fight starts up by the mostly drunk trio. But Doll knows they all needed it. Work is stressful…especially when your boss and his creations are trying to kill you every shift. But being able to get moderately drunk and just have fun, has become a huge blessing from god himself.

So please, let the tickle fights continue!

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Also...I want to say something: Today is the 3rd anniversary of starting up my Tumblr account. And MY GOD, DID IT GROW. I still can't believe that on January 14, 2020...3 years ago...I had decided to make this Tumblr account to open up my fanfics to a bigger audience. And now 3 years later, I will reveal what I was doing when I made it:

I was sitting on the toilet, taking a shit and reading my earliest Jacksepticeye Egos fanfics on my phone. And...I decided that going to Tumblr, would greatly help me open up to the tickle community! They say the best thoughts come when you're alone, stuck on the toilet, and contemplating life. But...I DID NOT EXPECT THIS ACCOUNT TO GET THIS BIG! I'm almost at 900 followers!!! I- I don't understand. And I probably never will.

So...know that this person was literally shitting while making the well-known Tumblr account known as TrashySwitch.

And let the shitposting on this fact, commence!

#fluffy drunk stories #silly #drunken shenanigans #ticklefic #ler!doll #switch!mike #switch!jeremy #fnafnations au

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