#i pray that you’re taking care - feeling happy - and staying safe out there !

[marvelsmylife]

Her touch

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Plot: he only craves her touch

a/n I'm in a cheerful mood. please send in your fluffiest (or even smuttiest) requests my way

Warning: implied smut. Az becoming the biggest simp.

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Azriel has been alive for over 500 years and has had multiple lovers throughout those years. Yet, it’s your touch that has him weak in the knees; and you weren’t even aware of it.

The first time it happened was a complete accident. You were helping Elain with bringing the dinner out for everyone when you accidentally placed your hand on Azriel’s shoulder. “Oh, sorry sugar. I thought I was holding your chair,” you apologized, removing your hand from his shoulder and disappearing into the kitchen.

Azriel didn’t know why, but he found himself becoming flustered with not only the nickname you gave him but also feeling your hand on his shoulder. Even if it only lasted a few seconds. 

Everyone around the table noticed as well, but opted not to say anything; they knew better than to tease the spymaster. But they made a mental note to keep an eye on you for future interactions between you two.

The second time it happened was at the court of nightmares. Rhysand had business to take care of there and decided to bring all of you along.

Unfortunately, you got separated from the rest of the group and ultimately started getting pestered by one of Keir’s men.

You were praying to the mother that you find one of your friends to help you when you spotted Azriel leaning against a pillar. You ran towards him and whispered: “Please pretend I’m your mate. He won’t leave me alone.”

Azriel didn’t hesitate to get in front of you and shield you from the male making you uncomfortable. It took everything in Azriel not to kill the male that was in front of him because Rhysand clearly stated he didn’t want any deaths while they were there. “The female is my mate,” Azriel warned: “If I see you anywhere near her, I will gut you like a fish in front of everyone.”

The male huffed at Azriel’s threat but ultimately left.

As soon as he was gone, he turned to look at you. He was about to ask if you were ok when you wrapped your arms around him and repeatedly thanked him for what he did. “It’s ok. You’re ok. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you,” Azriel tried to soothe you, his hand resting around your waist.

When you finally pulled away, you pulled Azriel down and kissed him on his cheek: “My hero.”

Azriel swore his heart stopped beating when your lips made contact with his cheek. Before he could respond, Rhysand announced that they were leaving. You immediately went to Mors' side and quickly left the court of nightmares.

After that night, Azriel tried to get you to touch him any chance he got. His body craved your touch and would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

The others noticed Azriel’s efforts and started placing bets on how long it would take before he got the balls to tell you how he felt about you.

You, on the other hand, were obviously to the entire thing. Mor would tease you for your cluelessness and beg you to open your eyes to what Azriel was doing. She wanted you to be happy and knew Azriel would treat you right.

It wasn’t until one night when you and Azriel were alone at the house of wind that Azriel finally got what his body desperately craved. What was supposed to be light rain turned into a thunderstorm. Seeing as you hated thunderstorms so much, you quickly ran and lightly knocked on Azriel’s door and asked if you could stay with him. He agreed and brought you inside. He couldn’t help but smile as you curled up against him on his bed, and it took everything in him not to kiss you.

“I love this,” you started, taking his hands into yours: “I always feel safe with you around. Like I know you’ll kill anything and anyone who dares to threaten me.”

“Because I would,” Azriel whispered, bringing your hands up to his lips: “I would go as far as burning all of Prythian if you asked me to. Just to make you happy.”

You stared in shock at Azriel’s comment. None of the males you’ve been with in the past has ever expressed themselves the way Azriel has. Before you allowed yourself to second guess what you were about to do, you leaned in and kissed Azriel.

The moment your lips landed on Azriel’s, an overwhelming amount of lust rushed through Azriel’s body, and before he knew it, he found himself on top of you. His callous hands roamed your body, squeezing every inch of you as if he were making sure you were actually real.

As if you read his mind, you whimper: “Real, I’m real Az.”

That drove Azriel to groan before he began attacking your neck with kisses and slipping his hands under your nightgown. “Yes, you are,” Azriel lightly bit your collarbone before he finally removed your nightgown, and you lay naked beneath him: “So fucking gorgeous.”

Soft whimpers and moans escaped your lips as Azriel fucked you in every position he knew. Not stopping until you begged him to; too overwhelmed from the multiple orgasms you had thanks to Azriel.

There was silence for several minutes while you both basked in the post-orgasm bliss. Both of you wanted to speak but were too worried about breaking the silence until Azriel was brave enough to do it: “Do you regret it?”

“Regret what?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Regret what we just did,” Azriel replied, gently stroking your cheek.

“No, I don’t,” you stared at Azriel with nothing but love in your eyes: “If I have any regrets, it’s that I didn’t listen to Mor when she told me you had feelings towards me a few months ago. I know about the crush you harbored on her for centuries, and she’s absolutely gorgeous. I just thought you would never go for someone like me. Someone so bland and boring.”

There was a pain in Azriel’s eyes as he listened to the way you spoke about yourself. “Never speak about yourself in that manner. You are everything to me. You are the female that has my heart completely, and you are the female I choose to love.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt Azriel’s scarred hands brushing away the tears running down your cheeks. “I choose to love you too,” you murmured as you rested your head on his chest and drifted off to sleep.

#azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel imagine #acotar imagine #acotar x reader

[leqonsluv3r]

hi! hope you’re doing well <3 so this past months i have been feeling really bad and going to the doctor he said one of the possibilities would be cancer (im scared as fuck) so could you write some hcs about how leon would deal with it? i guess im just searching for some comfort since im a little scared lol i love your write hope you have a great day <3

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—leon!kennedy x reader, a headcanon list

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an: i’m so sorry anon, i really hope it isn’t cancer. i did my best with this one and it took priority because it struck a chord with me. you can imagine whatever leon you desire, i used re!2 for aesthetic purposes. pls let me know the results anon, praying for ya <333

leon!kennedy who does his best to make sure your comfortable all the time, everyday, wakes you up with breakfast in bed and some pain meds for your headaches.

leon!kennedy who puts on a brave face when you feel ill and you don’t know the cause. your scared and so is he, he’s trying his best to be strong for you.

leon!kennedy who admires your strength these days. that even when you feel like your lowest because of your pain and illness that your still smiling and trying your best to laugh. he loves that about you.

leon!kennedy who sees you have a good day, one out of the few you’ve had in this month. he sees you read, laugh at a tv show your watching with him. he even lets you kiss him a little because he knows your having a good day. and he wants everyday to be like this.

leon!kennedy who is rubbing your feet at the foot of the bed, watching you try and find joy in the book your reading. you have good days and bad days now, today was in the middle. it was filled with a little bit of hurt but also a little relief.

leon!kennedy who presses kisses to your head while your curled up next to him, hand resting on his chest as you slept. as you got a reprieve from the hurt that drowned and consumed your body. these little moments with you were precious to him, happy he could give you some reprieve from everything. he was glad to be that for you.

leon!kennedy who watches tv with you, you don’t feel like going out these days, the unknown sickness of your body was worrying him. but he was determined to be strong for you still, because that’s what you needed. you needed support.

leon!kennedy who makes you some lunch and rubs your back as you eat, trying desperately to stomach some food and try your best not to feel ill. your doing your best to be strong for him too, even if it kills you.

leon!kennedy who runs you a bath each evening, letting you both relax into each other in the tub. your body soaking in the hot bubbles and water, letting him rub soothing circles on any part of your body that he can. he knows he can only take away so much and he’s hoping that it’s enough for you.

leon!kennedy who wash’s your hair and scrubs and massages your scalp with such care, trying to ease some of the hurt your feeling. trying to do anything he can to make you feel better.

leon!kennedy who drives you around, gets you out of the house. he wants you to have a little bit of normalcy even if you feel ill all the time. he drives you to the bookstore, to a nice cafè and even to a park. he wants you to feel like your world is okay, that your safe and happy. only if it’s for a little bit.

leon!kennedy who tries not to notice how weak your becoming, who holds your hand when you feel pain and feel sick. when your joints ache and you have splitting headaches that caused you to cry and soak your face with tears. he just holds your hand, holds you, he can’t bare to see you like this but he loves you. so he’s going to stay even if it makes his heart ache.

leon!kennedy who takes you to the doctor after you finally give in. he doesn’t want you to be scared so he whispers reassurances into your ear even if he doesn’t entirely believe them. he just wants you to feel better.

leon!kennedy who sits with you in the waiting room, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, holding your hand tight as you both wait for the doctor to come out.

leon!kennedy who walks close to you, still holding your hand and making sure your okay, trying to soothe your nerves with just a simple touch. even if he wishes he could take it all away just like that.

leon!kennedy who comes into the doctors patient room with you. who lets the doctor run a couple procedures and asks you about how your feeling. asks what’s been happening and whatever you don’t remember, he’s happy to help and fill in. he wishes he could take the pain away, the pain you dealt with.

leon!kennedy who listens as the doctor tells you that it could possibly be cancer. that you could have it, he doesn’t miss the way you squeeze his hand tighter at the doctors words or how you have water in your eyes. and now he really wishes he could take that pain away, because you didn’t deserve this. you didn’t deserve a single bit of it.

leon!kennedy who after the doctors appointment holds your hand, holding it over the console of the car as he drives. he keeps looking over at you every few seconds. your eyes still red and watering a little as if your trying to hold them back. this is killing you, all of it is and you don’t deserve it. he knows that, his own eyes water a bit as he drives.

leon!kennedy who lets you cry into his chest and holds you on the bed, letting you wrap your body around his. he holds you close, he gives you comfort and love, his own reassuring words that he’s trying to desperately to believe and grapple onto.

leon!kennedy who wiped your tears away and presses kisses to your head, your cheek as he kisses some tears away. he presses a kiss to your lips, soft and loving. he keeps you close, he holds you. because no matter what, he would hold you. cancer or no cancer. he was there for you. and he’d never go away, not ever.

an: i love you all. pls reblog if u feel like it, like and my taglist is linked above at the beginning. i hope this brought comfort to you anon, thank you for asking this of me. i hope it didn’t disappoint. im honored you came to me for this. we always need a leon when times are tough, and i hope this helped.

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[nochukoo97]

p.s. i love you (1)

pairing: doctor!jungkook x doctor!oc

summary: you’ve been tasked to a young toddler as a patient with jungkook, the both of you grow fond of the child, loving and caring for her like she was your own. yet when things take a huge turn and takes everyone by surprise, jungkook is there to catch you.

warnings: angst, comfort, mentions of death, but not oc or jk 🙃

word count: 3k+

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snippet of the chapter:

Jungkook pushes the hair out of your face and wipes the tear rolling down your cheek.

Your stomach does a flip.

“I hate to see you so upset, wish I knew how to make you feel better, hmm?”

It’s busy in the hospital at the moment as many patients are being admitted, you find your schedule more and more packed with various patients. Meanwhile, your eyebags are getting heavier and darker, your meal times have been cut short, and you practically now live at the hospital from how long you stay here every day.

“___ I have a new patient for you,” Your head of department is briefing the team, assigning them specific patients to give specific care to, those in the ICU. You pray that you aren’t being assigned to another creepy pedophile, out of your history of patients, these weren’t the most ideal to work with.

“You’ll be working with Dr. Jeon, you two have to watch over Yeseo, she’s 4 years old with stage 3 cancer, and her parents are not available to be with her all the time as they are financially unstable and need to work constantly in order to keep up with the hospital bills and treatments.”

“I hope the both of you take the time to bond with the child and watch carefully over her, her parents have trusted us to ensure she’s happy and safe.”

You nod calmly, but your heart is going to rip out of your chest.

You’ve just been assigned to your long term crush who has a full sleeve of tattoos and rides a Harley Davidson.

You tell yourself to stay focused on what is important, it’s the toddler with a detrimental illness, not your stupid crush.

You see Jungkook, who’s sitting a few chairs away from you, turn to face you. But you look straight ahead because if you even dare to move your gaze towards him, you’d just lose all control.

When the briefing is over, you pack your stuff up to rush to your desk, but an arm grabs you to halt you in your steps as you whip around.

Jeon Jungkook.

Shit.

“___ I’m aware we’re scheduled for 3pm later to visit Yeseo, but I have a clashing appointment with my new patient so I’ll be a little late, I apologise in advance,”

He has an apologetic smile on his face that makes you want to forgive him for anything, it makes you want to tell him that he can not show up at all and you would still forgive him.

___ you’re at work. Focus.

You’re really trying your best to ignore the fact that you have a massive fucking crush on him, trying to stay professional. But it’s hard.

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“Hi Yeseo, I’m ___ and I’ll be taking care of you with another nice doctor okay?” You use your baby voice that normally works when introducing yourself to young children, but it seems like she’s a little different.

She’s timid as she hides under the blanket, only her eyes popping out to stare at you.

You watch as her hands clutch onto the blanket tightly.

Poor thing, she must be tired and overwhelmed with the amount of therapy and treatment she has to go through, without her parents around.

“Do you like puppies?”

She nods softly, eyes lighting up at the question but still hiding under the comfort of her blanket.

“Well, Dr Jeon has a puppy and maybe I can get him to show you the very very cute puppy later okay?” You give her a big smile, trying your hardest to crack through her shell.

“Did I hear my name?”

Geez. Your heart drops as the familiar deep voice rings from the door of the room.

Jungkook comes in with his warm smile and you watch as his lips curve upwards, you want to kiss-

You seriously need to stop and control yourself.

“Puppy?” There’s a small delicate voice that comes from the girl hiding further under the blanket, probably from having a new face enter into the room.

“Ahh, did my partner tell you about my puppy? Wanna take a look?” Jungkook pulls the other chair towards the bed next to you as he pulls out his phone.

You sincerely hope he cannot hear your heart thudding in your chest from the way he said “my partner”.

But you remind yourself that he meant it as work colleagues.

You watch in endearment as Jungkook shows Yeseo short clips of his dog, Bam, which he had once brought to the hospital to show another young child who loved dogs.

You and Jungkook finish off the day with checking her vitals and preparing her for her treatment tomorrow, and when you close the door to the room, you sigh in satisfaction. Finally, after almost a ten hour shift, you get to relax.

“Thanks for today,” Jungkook snaps you out of your daze.

“Hmm? For what?” You frown, confused.

“Being such a good partner, I’m glad we got paired up together, you work so well with young kids it’s admirable, and I think we had a good start with her today thanks to you,”

He’s making you go insane at this point, you just hope he cannot see your ears turning a bright shade of red.

“You’re surprisingly good with them too, I think Yeseo will like you more because you have Bam,” You tease him, nudging his shoulder.

It’s really muscular.

“We’ll see about that,” He chuckles at your words.

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You rub at your temples and sigh, the elderly patient who was just admitted into the ICU for having high blood pressure and almost going into a heart attack is not cooperating.

She had been refusing to accept treatment from anyone, no matter how much convincing you and your doctors had tried.

“I don’t need this,” She's grumbling as her forehead wrinkles from frowning, “I am not sick and I don’t need treatment,”

“But Miss, You are in critical condition and I really advice you take the treatments-“

She cuts you off again, stubbornly rejecting you for the millionth time.

“Hey, I’m gonna take a breather outside,” You inform the other nurse in the room as she gives you a nod and a sympathetic smile.

Being a doctor wasn’t an easy job, but it was really rewarding seeing patients improve in their conditions and happily get discharged. Even though there were definitely some cases that made your head hurt, like today, you often tried to tell yourself not to give up.

It’s really hard when your head was throbbing and you were surviving on two hours of sleep. To add onto that you were on a schedule that ended at 10pm tonight.

You don’t notice Jungkook standing a distance away, distracted from the conversation he was having with one of the nurses. He watches your huffing and tired state, gaze softening as he calls Hoseok from his desk.

“Hey, Dr Jeon called me to take over you, why don’t you go and take a break before your next appointment, I think I’ll take over from here,”

Hoseok takes you by surprise as he approaches you, taking the clipboard of the old lady’s documents from your hand and opening the door.

“Thanks,” You called out before the door closed.

You look around to find how on earth Jungkook knew what you were doing, meeting his soft gaze as he mouths, “Take a break,”

You smile at him, mouthing back a “thank you” as you walk back to your office

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You’re back in the hospital two weeks after Yeseo had been admitted into the ICU, she had been in and out, her conditions were not very stable, yet she did show some signs of improving.

“Yeseo, I really need you to try and eat this okay? It’s really yummy and it’ll make you strong!”

You’re trying your best to persuade the 4 year old to eat some food. She had been refusing to be fed for the past 24hours and you’re desperate to get something in the toddler’s stomach.

She crosses her arms and pouts, spitting out a cute but fiesty “No,”

Jungkook, who’s sitting on the chair next to you, takes the spoon of porridge from you as he inches closer to the pouting toddler,

“Here comes the airplane~”

You almost sneer at the way his voice raises two octaves and how the spoon in his hands swerve around Yeseo’s face.

“Open wide!” The spoon in Jungkook’s hand nears her mouth, but she seals her mouth shut as he sighs at the failed attempt.

You let Jungkook figure out another way to convince the poor toddler to eat, or else it’s the IV drip that’s next.

“Yeseo, if we cannot feed you this food, do you know what Doctor Jeon will have to do?” He puts down the spoon and questions her.

The toddler shakes her head as she peers curiously, waiting for the answer.

“We will have to put another tube in you! Remember how you didn’t like the other tubes when we did your treatment?“

Jungkook tries to explain the IV drip to the four year old toddler in the simplest way for her to understand

But his tactic seems to work almost too well when Yeseo starts to tear up, her lips wobbling as she shakes her head.

“Don’t want! No tube!” She wails, the tears beginning to stroll down her cheeks.

“Okay, okay, we won’t put the tube if you help us to eat some of this yummy porridge okay?” You tell her, carrying her into your lap, as the toddler burying her face into your chest and sniffs.

“No tube?” Yeseo asks, looking at Jungkook for confirmation.

“Yes, no tube I promise, so now be a good girl and eat this for us okay?” Jungkook confirms.

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After feeding Yeseo, Jungkook walks over to check on her results from the recent tests she had undergone.

“Seems like she’s doing a little better,” Jungkook informs you

You smile at that, “That’s amazing,”

“Sleepy,” The toddler on your lap yawns, clinging onto your shirt to get your attention.

You check the time, realising it’s a little past her usual naptime.

“Okay, let’s go to sleep okay? Then we’ll be back tomorrow to play with you again!” Jungkook takes her from your lap, tucking her into the sheets.

She nods, eyes half shut as she waves at the both of you, an adorable habit she developed whenever she was going to fall asleep.

You smile at her actions, “And your mummy and daddy will be here to see you when you wake up, so make sure you sleep well now!”

She’s a little more excited to sleep as she forcefully shuts her eyes, making the both of you laugh.

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The last thing you expected was for you to walk into the office today, ready for work with a good eight hours of sleep, only to walk into a room that was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

Your head of department nodded for you to take a seat, you glanced over to Jungkook and he had this look on his face telling you something wasn't well.

“What happened? Is it Yeseo?” You’re panicking, thinking she’s back in the ICU after being out of it for a few days.

“Don’t tell me her cancer has progressed,” Your voice wobbles a little, afraid that after her condition seemed to be improving, there was a chance it could have slipped again.

“Yeseo’s parents are here ___, they wanted to tell you and the rest of the doctors something,”

That’s not a good sign.

Yeseo’s vitals and conditions had been going up and down recently, but with your analysis from you and Jungkook’s visit, she had been doing a little better.

You didn’t want to even think about what was about to happen next.

“I just want to thank you all, specifically Dr Jeon and ____ for taking such good care of Yeseo, as well as the other doctors who often came in to check up on her,” Her father speaks up

You gulp

“We are extremely grateful for the love and care you brought to her, and whenever we visit her, she always mentioned how you all showered her with so much love,” Her mum continues

A silent tear rolls down your cheek.

You know what’s about to happen.

“Unfortunately, Yeseo left us this morning, but when we came over last night to visit her, we talked to her,“

“She somehow seemed to know her time was up soon-”

Her mum begins to burst into tears before she can complete her sentence.

You do the same.

You run up to her mum, embracing her tightly.

“I’m so so so sorry,” You sob as you hug her mum, tears roll down your cheeks as you gasp for air, shocked from the news that took you aback the moment you walked into the room.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t save her, I wish I could have done more to help, I’m terribly sorry,” You’re apologising over and over again,

Her mum shakes her head as she lovingly wipes the tears from your face, even though more begins to pour down.

Jungkook’s eyes turn red from the amount of heavy emotion in the room, watching as you cry in her mum’s embrace.

“It isn’t your fault at all dear, in fact, I couldn’t thank you enough for being there for her in her last moments,” Her mum tears with a smile on her face,

With more hugs and comforting, her parents leave teary-eyed, but with a smile, thanking everyone in the unit for all their help.

Jungkook wants to approach you to comfort you while you still cry as you walk out of the room.

But he has to control his own tears from spilling out.

He doesn’t make it in time to approach you before you hide in the comfort of your office.

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You haven’t been this affected by a death ever since your first dog had passed away.

You can’t seem to stop the tears flowing as you somehow feel regret.

Even though you know that whenever you serve a patient, there is never a 100% chance that they make it out, and it was something all the doctors had to train themselves mentally for. Most of the time you manage to comfort yourself and others, acknowledging how everyone did their best to help, and that was all that matters, no matter the outcome.

But with how close you grew with Yeseo and the determination you felt to make her better, the piece of news today overwhelmed your feelings.

It felt as if you had lost a child, a loved one who you cared for so much and nurtured.

It hurt you so bad to suddenly have her presence gone, to have to accept you would no longer have any more appointments with her.

There’s a knock on your office door that interrupts your crying.

“___?”

It’s Jungkook. You recognise his voice immediately.

“I’m coming in okay?”

You hurriedly wipe your tears, catching your breath as you pretend to look down at the documents on your table.

At the corner of your eye, you see Jungkook pull the chair across your desk next to you, head lowering slightly to attempt to look at you.

“How are you processing the information?” He questions, his voice soft yet filled with hesitation.

You shrug, not trusting your voice to answer the man.

“I know it’s hard, I’ve seen you grow so much with her and I have too, it’s sad but it’s a reality that we have as doctors, you never know who you can save and who you can’t”

Another tear rolls down your cheek

Jungkook pushes a hair out of your face and wipes the tear rolling down.

Your stomach does a flip.

“I hate to see you so upset, wish I knew how to make you feel better, hmm?”

His words take you by surprise, but you suppress your reaction to that.

“Don’t say it like that, you’re messing with me,” You whisper, peering up at him through your red bloodshot eyes.

He raises an eyebrow at you, “How am I messing with you baby?”

You stiffen at the pet name.

Jungkook’s quiet for a second, he silently cusses at himself for letting it slip.

“Come here,” He calls you.

You look up to him as he has his arms open, signalling for you to come closer to him.

You’re reluctant to let yourself do so, your heart thumping in your chest from the intimacy he’s about to make you experience.

He’s playing around with your feelings too much.

“Come on, I don’t bite,” Jungkook teases you, as you laugh, playfully smacking his arm, already feeling better with his presence.

You’re grateful for Jungkook’s muscular arms bringing you into a hug.

It makes you feel a little better knowing he’s here to comfort you.

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[rawritzrobin]

You’re Safe Now

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: PTSD. Angst. Sadness?!? Fluff? Happy ending! Sorta...

A/N: Inspired by the latest episode of the Wayne Family Adventures Webtoon. Slight spoilers but also not really. Read at your own risk! I loved the way they wrote how Jason still deals with PTSD. This is no longer a spoiler filled fic, so crossing out my old words. Anyways, enjoy (:

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Jason hated gala’s. 

He absolutely despised them and insisted on taking you on a short vacation outside of Gotham every time there was one in town. The only reason you were standing in the middle of one now was the fact that Bruce and Alfred decided to invite you and Jason over for dinner and not tell you that it was actually a gala that Bruce was hosting at Wayne manor. They even had clothes prepped for the both of you upstairs when you arrived. Jason already had one foot out the door when he figured out their plan, but you managed to convince him to stay.

“Common Jay. We’re already here. And I’m starving. Can’t we stay just this once?” You said with a pout. You gave him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster and he gave in. At least he had you with him this time. Maybe then the Gotham socialites would keep their well manicured barbie hands off of him.

Unlucky for him, your attendance at the party only made him tastier pray. 

As soon as you two came down from upstairs dressed in your fancy dress-wear, the hunt was on. You didn’t even finish coming down the stairs before you were approached by a very well dressed man.

“Would you care to dance?” The man asked. Jason was about to step in front of you and tell the man to back off, but before he could do anything of the sort, four girls stepped in-between you and him. They were quick to run their hands up and down his arm and compliment him on how strong he must've been. The man took this opportunity to drag you over to the dance floor.

You spent half the night trying to get back to Jason. But every time you broke away from a dance, another “bachelor” stepped up. You had said no many times, but it was as if they didn’t take no for an answer. You were basically dragged to the dance floor countless times. You sighed and just rolled with it.

After what felt like centuries, a familiar voice finally appeared.

“Care to dance?” You turned around in relief as you came face to face with none other than Dick Grayson.

“Oh thank god.” You said, quickly walking away from a scrawny tall fellow who kept stepping on your feet. Dick only laughed as you quickly dragged him off the dance floor and onto the other side of the room.

“Where’s Jason?” Dick asked.

“I dunno. Last I saw he was also in my predicament, except with a bunch of cougars.”

“Gotham socialites?” 

“No, i’m pretty sure some of them had claws.”

A loud crash echoed throughout the room. You immediately turned your attention over to the sound. You dragged Dick by the arm towards the commotion. You saw a man in a suit basically sprint up the stairs of the manor. All eyes were on him at the moment. You could’ve swore you saw a white tuff of hair on said man.

The party quickly began again. Everyone went back to their socializing like nothing happened.

“Ms. Y/N, have you seen Jason?” Alfred asked, slightly concerned. Alfred was holding a small broom and a plastic bag that sounded like it contained glass.

You shook your head. You could feel your heartbeat start to pick up as you saw the worry in his face. “What happened?”

“I wasn’t close enough to see exactly what happened. But Master Jason merely dropped his drink and ran up the stairs. He looked quite frightened.”

As if on cue, a man bumps into you.

“Oh so sorry miss.” The man said. You shot him a glare to the back of his head, but your eyes widened once you realized what exactly triggered Jason.

Purple. The man was wearing a Joker purple suit. He even had the audacity to dawn the orange and green dress shirt and tie. This man knew what he was wearing. How he had the balls to dress like a lunatic is beyond comprehension. Especially to a place like this. You quickly noticed you were not the only one in the room to frown at his attire. He was getting angry glares from all over the room. But the man didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he relished all the attention he was receiving, negative or not.

You jumped at the vibration of a door slam from upstairs. You wasted no time and raced up the stairs towards the sound of the door. You cursed at how many damn rooms and stairs there were in this manor. You also cursed the tight dress and four inch heels you were currently wearing.

“What’s wrong?” Dick said, trailing behind you. You brushed him off.

Just then, Tim was coming out of the bathroom upstairs. “Is everything okay?” He asked as he saw the worry painted across your face. You raced past him, ignoring his concerned calls after you.

You were pretty sure you knew what happened. You knew the second you saw that freak in the purple suit. He usually wasn’t this easily triggered. Especially when he was at the manor and around several people. You braced yourself for what you were about to walk into. You hated when he was like this. You always felt so helpless.

You stopped in front of his childhood room. “Jay?” You asked, before gently pulling the door open. You could hear his fast and ragged breaths before you stepped through the door. “Wait here.” You said to the group that had gathered behind you, before slowly approaching the curled up figure in the dark room.

“It’s not him. You got out. He’s not here.” You heard him say.

“Jay? Jay, It’s me.” You said with a gentle voice. The voice you always used when he got like this. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness and you could see him a little better now. He was curled into a ball in the back corner of the room behind one of the couches. His suit jacket was thrown haphazardly onto the floor along with his tie. He had his face buried into one of his arms, while his other arm formed a protective cover over his head. His breathing was uneven and you could hear his scared sobs. You knew better than to quickly approach him. The last time you rushed into things, he punched you. Hiding a bruise on your cheek was a lot harder than you thought. You got a lot of concerned looks from your coworkers. Some of which even pulled you aside and asked if things were okay at home. Jason couldn’t look at you for a week.

“Jay. Look at me. Please.” You said a little louder than earlier. “It’s me Jay. Y/N/N.” You kneeled in front of him, giving him some distance. Just in case.

You could hear several pairs of feet behind you. You quickly turned around and raised up your hand to stop the rest of the Batfamily from getting too close and making him close up again. “Stay outside. Give him some space.” You said. More like demanded. You could see the shadows recede behind you.

You turned your attention back to your frightened boyfriend. “Jason. It’s me. Y/N/N. You’re not where you think you are. You’re safe, in the manor. Your family is here too. You’re safe. He’s not here.”

You could hear Jason’s breathing even out slightly. He slowly began to bring his head up to look at you. You smiled softly when his eyes finally met yours. You could see the reflection of the tears streaming from his eyes.

“Y/N?”

You nodded, and began to slowly make your way closer to him. You kicked off your heels and crawled towards him.

“Y/N/N, He’s here. H-how did he get in?” He said burying his face in his arm once again.

“It’s okay Jay. He’s not here. He’s locked up, remember? Bruce put him in Arkham. You’re safe.” You were in front of him now. You gently laid your hand on top of his, making sure the next move was his.

Jason looked up at you with terrified eyes. You didn’t move, you wanted to make sure he was back to reality before making your next move. You could feel Jason shaking under your fingers. “B-babe?” He asked.

You nodded once again, you squeezed his hand in reassurance. After a few moments, Jason slowly began to unfurl and sit up straight. He opened up a bit and brought his hand away from his head and wrapped it around yours. You smiled down at him as he squeezed your hand.

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him in a soft hug.

“m sorry.” He whispered.

“Shh. Don’t be sorry. It’s okay. It’s okay to be scared. I’m here. Dick is here. Tim is here. Alfred is here. Bruce is here. We are all here. Except for him. He’s not here. You’re safe.”

Jason merely nodded and let you hold him for a while. 

The Batfamily didn’t move from their spot outside of the room. They hadn’t realized how much the Joker still affected Jason. Jason always made jokes about dying like he was over it. His whole tough guy attitude really sold that lie. Hell, Jason had faced him time and time again as Red Hood since his ill fated incident. 

So why now?

What they didn’t realize, was this was the first time he thought he saw the Joker while he was outside his Red Hood suit. The first time he thought the mad man was inside his family home. The first time he was powerless.

You knew better than them. He was usually only vulnerable in front of you. Jason had a hard time showing his feelings. It was always easier to pretend like nothing scared him. It was their first time seeing the damage the clown truly did to him that night. 

There are some things you can’t really get over. Physical scars will always heal. But the mental ones? Those stick with you. No matter how hard you try to forget about them.

A/N: Omg I cry. I just want to take my precious Jason wrap him up in a safety net. Go read the Webtoon because it has been everything the fans have been asking for, AND MORE!!

#Jason Todd x Reader #Jason Todd #Jason Todd Imagines #Red Hood #Batfamily #Batman #DCU #Webtoon #Wayne Family Adventures #Jason Todd x You #Red Hood x Reader #Dick Grayson #Tim Drake #Bruce Wayne #Agnst #iWritethings #spoilers #Joker #Trauma #Comfort #Bruce stop hosting galas #Batman: Wayne Family Adventures

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since we're probably finally gonna be seeing spiderbit back together in a couple days, here's my personal take on their reunion :> just to be safe: tw for talk/implications of suicidal thoughts (under the cut)

They stay there for God only knows how long, holding on as tight as they can, in fear of what could happen if they let go.

(It could all change in the blink of an eye. Heaven forbid.)

They’d started their embrace standing, but it was short-lived, the weight of everything crashing down on them as their legs gave out, water building behind their eyes.

For now, it’s finally over. For now, it’s finally just them. And that’s enough.

It’s Roier who finally moves first, lifting his head from Cellbit’s shoulder but not pulling back far enough to leave his husband’s arms. No, he’s not ready for that yet.

He holds Cellbit’s face in his hands, brows furrowed as he stares him down. “What the fuck happened?”

“I didn’t—” the investigator pauses, seeming to rethink his words— “I chose to stay there.”

(He can never lie to the spider-hybrid, in any capacity.)

Roier’s brows furrow even more, if possible. “¿Qué—? Hijo de puta, what were you thinking?”

Cellbit glances away from him, eyes flickering down. He looks… guilty. Conflicted. “I… I saw Richas die in front of me. At least, I thought I did. And honestly?” He swallowed. “I wanted it to be over after that. I didn’t care anymore. As long as you made it. And you did. That was the only thing that mattered to me.”

Roier purses his lips, chest heavy. He understands, in a morbid truth - he really does. He thinks of how he felt immediately after Bobby died and the days that followed. The hours spent in the damn pool, hoping, praying for a way out. Falling from the heights of his castle without a care. The pain that still plagues him.

(He understands better than anyone else.)

But it was Cellbit who started to make him feel alive again. Cellbit who made his world even just a little brighter, even with the storm clouds of his own past.

And he’ll be damned if he loses him, too.

(They’re together. For better or for worse.)

There’s a question on the tip of his tongue. Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to stay?

(He feels like, deep down, he already knows at least a small semblance of the investigator’s answer. And it makes him upset. For Cellbit.)

(Why does this happen to any of them?)

But Roier doesn’t even have to ask. He knows Cellbit knows, somehow, by the way his husband studies his expression.

(They’ve become eerily good at reading each other. That’s just how they work now. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.)

The thoughts come pouring out of Cellbit before he can really stop them; the same ones he’d relayed to Baghera. “I knew you would've stayed if I told you. And I didn't want you to do that. I didn’t want to take the chance of you around me when I was… like that. And this isn’t much better. I’m still—” he recoils, retracting his arms from Roier, who nearly grabs for his hands at the loss of contact. “You deserve better than this, guapito; you deserve to be free, not stuck there on that fucking island, stuck with me— you’d be happier without me.”

“¿Qué?”

(Roier feels like someone just submerged him under icy water.)

“I thought you’d be happier without me. I didn’t think you could be happy around me like this. I still don’t— I—”

Cellbit is interrupted by a sudden hand against the back of his neck, pulling him forward as lips crash against his, and he’s nearly overwhelmed by all the emotions behind it, intertwining with his own.

But he kisses back immediately, melting right into it; of course he does. He knows he can talk all he wants about not wanting Roier to be around, but what he wants and what he needs are two separate things.

They're breathless when they pull apart, and Roier's hands settle on Cellbit's shoulders. “You’re an idiot, Cellbo, you know that? So brilliant, yet so stupid sometimes."

He breathes in, out, catching his breath and trying to gather the right words. “I spent so long looking for you. Hours and hours, every single day, trying to find some sign of you. Anything.

Why? Because I was fucking miserable, man! I felt like shit without you! I missed you, I missed you so much.” His voice falters slightly.

“But—”

“Pinche pendejo—” Roier hisses under his breath— “I don’t care what you think I deserve. I want you. Always. We stick together, no? Not because we're stuck and we have to, but because we want to, no?"

Cellbit nods slowly after a moment, remaining quiet. "Exactamente." The spider-hybrid reaches up, cradling his husband's face in his hands and catching a stray tear with the pad of his thumb. "I will always help you, no exceptions. Remember? Always here, for anything you may need."

The investigator falls into his arms, muttering tearful apologies, and they're right back to clutching each other tightly, securely.

(They're both crying, now. The tears stream freely, knowing they can be. Together.)

(It's not okay right now, but maybe in time, it will be.)

"Desculpa—" Cellbit chokes out— "te amo..."

They hold on tighter still. Roier's voice is muffled slightly, but Cellbit can make out the words as clear as day as the piece he's been desperately missing for weeks slides back into place.

"You and I against the world, gatinho."

And so it'll be.

#i feel like we've gotten so many angst-heavy reunion fics #which i get it the situation IS super angsty but like the comfort ??? have you also considered the amount of comfort potential ??? #really tried to tread carefully with this one tho these cubitos are very emotionally complex and i'm still learning how to write them #but at the end of the day they love each other more than anything #and i think that's certainly worth noting yk? #qsmp cellbit #qsmp roier #spiderbit #qsmp #blue writes qsmp #tw sui ideation #tw sui talk

[theyandereonmyoji]

General Yandere Silver the Hedgehog Headcanons

Well, I’ve been receiving quite a few requests for Silver, so I thought that, before responding any of those, I should post some of my general headcanons (Also sorry about the hiatus, but thankfully I should be free for a long while) TW: implied murder and kidnapping

This sweet, naive hedgehog would take a long time before he realized he felt anything…special towards you. He’s just happy to have friends he can talk to. After all, he can get pretty lonely back in his future, even with how much he wants to make friends and hang out with them, he can’t. However, after a long while, he starts asking himself tons of questions about his behavior. Like why do his eyes wander off to where you are when hanging out with a bunch of your mutual friends, or why does he get so nervous when you two are alone. Whether his feelings towards you are purely platonic or even romantic, he’ll eventually realize how truly intense his feelings are.

His attitude towards you wouldn't change much on a surface level, he’s still the eager, optimistic hedgehog that wears his heart on his sleeves and likes to be around you. Yet, those traits that would make him a lovable dork in most situations, is what ultimately causes him to be rather intense when you two are together. He’s basically like an overgrown puppy, lovable and ultimately doesn’t want to cause you any issues, yet he can be extremely overbearing and not allow you to have any personal space. It doesn’t matter how boring or mundane your activities are for the day, he’s always there, for better or for worse.

If one day you decide that he’s just too intense for you and ask him to please leave you alone for a while, he will give be noticeably sad even if he tries to hide it, but he will leave you alone…for a little while anyways, him lasting a day without you is a miracle, but eventually he’ll beg you for you two to hang out again, swearing that he will try to give you your space, but to please let him be around you again. And honestly you would need to be heartless to say no to the poor guy, he’s just trying his best, can you really stay mad at him for long? From then on, he respects your personal space a bit more, though he does still have his moments where that type of behavior can resurface.

Despite how sweet and caring he is towards you (and towards any of his friends really) He can be quite…serious for a lack of a better term. If he sees anything or anyone that he might consider a threat, well, mercy might not be in his vocabulary that day. Honestly it’s like a on/off switch, one moment he’s being the sweetest cinnamon roll to ever exist towards all of his friends, and even more towards you, the next he’s willing to commit murder for your sake. Trust me when I say you want to stop him before things get messy, if not for the sake of whatever poor fella crossed him that day, at least to have a healthy conscience at the end of that day. After all, Silver sees no reason to hide what he’s willing to do for you

The poor boy gets jealous easily and he’s terrible at hiding it. The thing he’s not terrible at is gaslighting himself though. After all, there’s no way he would ever harm someone innocent, they must be evil in some way, he just knows you’re not safe with them. Pray to whatever god you believe in (or to good luck if you’re not religious, whatever works) that he doesn’t find enough “evidence” to support his claim that your friend is a menace, because once he does, there’s no stopping him. He’s a stubborn one, and in his eyes, it’s not like he’s doing anything wrong. He’s just keeping everyone you safe away from that bastard, but it’s ok now, they’ll be gone soon, so don’t worry about it, ok?

I hope you like gifts, because with Silver you’re going to get a lot of hand-made ones. He wishes nothing more than to make you smile, and he figured out that a good way to do so would be gifts. Baked good, some small crafts, he’ll try to make anything, and while they might not be of the best quality, it’s the intention that counts, and again, you would have to be absolutely heartless to tell him that you don’t like his gifts, especially with those puppy eyes of his. He’s just so happy when you acknowledge all of his hard work to make you happy, he just can’t get enough of your smile, it’s almost like oxygen to him, he just can’t get enough of it. He’s willing to do anything for you, quite literally. 

Silver probably has the least stable breaking point out of everyone, mostly cuz he’s so used to thinking about how everything can go wrong due to his ruined future, that basically anything happening to you is catastrophic in his eyes. You got a scratch? He panics, a fight with someone? Pray they get a quick death. Eventually as things get worse and worse (according to him anyways) he’ll decide that he’s had enough and not let you go anywhere without him, or more accurately, let you go anywhere at all. Reasoning with him is impossible, after all he’s as stubborn as can get, and as much as he loves you, he’s not taking no for an answer, after all it’s all for your sake, so shouldn’t you be happy?

The only possible way I can see you escaping from him is if you somehow gain his trust enough for him to let his guard down, slip up, and give you a chance to peace out…but good luck with that. It isn’t that he wouldn’t trust you, but he’s just incapable of being apart from you, so a moment when you’re alone are too few and far between, I doubt you would even have a proper plan to escape him. In the case you somehow do manage to do so, your freedom won’t last long, he’s really adept with that psychokinesis of his, so the moment he sees you it’s game over. He would try to justify to himself why would you ever want to run away, after all, it’s impossible for him to see what he did wrong, you probably were just anxious, but no need to worry, he will always be there for you

#yandere #yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere sonic the hedgehog x reader #yandere x reader #sonic the hedgehog #sth #yandere x y/n #yandere headcanons #green tea #yandere silver the hedgehog #yandere silver the hedgehog x reader #yandere silver the hedgehog x y/n

[toxiccluvvv]

(Pt. 1) How they take care of you once they found out you’ve been injured;

Content warning: swearing

Character(s): Giyuu, Tanjiro, Inosuke, Zenitsu, Genya, Muichiro, Mistsuri, Obani, and Sanemi

X(F)reader. (I don’t necessarily point it out too much, but it is sometimes implied.)

Masterslist-

Giyuu-

He will push Shinobu to tell him more details about your condition.

He would silently wait by your side hoping for your recovery.

When you wake up he is extra gentle.

He’s more than happy to help you around, making things easier for you to do.

“Let me see her!” Giyuu yelled toward shinobu as he saw all the ladies of the butterfly mansion rush to your aid. Shinobu stood silently tending to your wounds, not caring to give a response to the worried boy. “She will be fine, give us our space, and we will let you back when we are done. Giyuu simply stood behind the working women watching as they delicately stitched up your wounds, doubt began to seep into his mind. He wondered how things would’ve been different if he was just there…

Once you are done getting patched up, you are still unconscious. Giyuu sat beside you holding your hand, occasionally brushing your hair out of your face from the breeze flowing inside. Giyuu would just take in your beauty as he waiting for you to wake up, unwilling to leave your side. When you open your eyes everything is very bright, you feel Giyuu’s hand in yours, so you squeeze it to let him know you’re awake. “Good morning sleepy head, how are you feeling.” He spoke in a calm tone looking down at you. You cleared your dry throat before responding in a raspy voice, “I feel like shit if I’m being honest.” You spoke closing your eyes feeling the weight was too heavy, you don’t open them again until you feel Giyuu slip his hand out of yours. “Where are you going.” You asked slightly opening your eyes missing the contact. “I’m getting you some water, I’ll be right back.” He spoke with a gentle smile before closing the door behind him. It was now night, you’ve been awake for a while and Giyuu has been with you every step of the way, “I know you feel bad for what happened, but it wasn’t your fault..” you spoke to the boy as you moved his hair out of his face. He slightly moves his head it avoid eye contact, “I know it’s not directly my fault, but I still feel like I should’ve been there, I’m supposed to be the one protecting you…” he spoke with his voice cracking at the end. “It was never your fault, and it never will be babe.” You spoke wiping his tears from his face bringing him closer to you.

Once the two of you arrived at the water mansion Giyuu didn’t hesitate to make sure you were comfortable; whether it was making the room more comfortable, making you food, giving you love, you name it he did it. Giyuu isn’t one to care for others and show his emotions, but for you, he’d do anything.

Tanjiro-

He only interrupts the process to understand what’s happening; once he realized you were okay he gave them space.

He is super caring and affectionate, so the whole time you are out he is like a nurse.

He prays for you to wake up.

He sure to walk you home and make sure you’re comfortable before he leaves you be.

You were unconscious in Tanjiro’s arms as he ran you to the butterfly mansion for immediate help. Tanjiro burst through the main doors of the mansion and ran straight to Kanae and Shinobu, “Please! Help! I don’t know what’s wrong! She walked up to me after he mission, then she just fell..” he spoke in a panicked voice. The women were quick to jump into action, shinobu took you out of his arms, while kanae reassured him that everything would be okay.

Once the women were finished tending to your hidden wounds tanjiro stayed by your side, silently praying for your safe recovery. He ran his thumb up and down your hand, trying his best to soothe you. Once you woke up the boy was quick to ask you if he could help you with anything, he was running around getting food and water for you to recovery as fast as possible. When night came he would always brush your hair out your face, kiss your forehead, and lay next to you before the both of you fell asleep.

Once you were able to leave, he walked you to the wind mansion. The two of you walked hand and hand talking about your wounds and about how he was worried about you, you were truly blessed to have someone who cared as much as he did. When you arrived at home the both of you briefly spoke to Sanemi before he helped you to your room, due to you injury’s you could barley sit down properly, so he wrapped his arms around your waist gently helping you onto your bed. Once you were settled you placed a soft kiss on his lips with a blush, “thank you for taking care of me love, please be safe on your mission, don’t end up like me.” You spoke with a small smile as he gave you a closed eye smile with a blush covering his cheeks.

Inosuke-

He gets very aggressive due to his fear of your health.

He has to get escorted out.

He is protective over you when you are sleeping.

He walks you home; expressing how sorry he felt for not being there, which is very unlike the boy.

“Where is she!?!?” Inosuke yelled running into the butterfly mansion. Aoi is standing outside the door blocking him from begging in, “you can’t Inosuke! She needs all the help she can get!” She spoke with anger coursing through her blood. Inosuke put up a fight for about 5 minutes before he blew steam out of his boar mask, stepping outside to wait to know if you’re okay.

“You can come in now Inosuke” Shinobu spoke stepping outside. Inosuke stood up silently and walked to the room you were in, he sat beside you and didn’t say much. He refused to sleep and even eat just watching over you and making sure he is okay. “Inosuke..” you spoke quietly. The boy was quick to alert Shinobu, this time he kept his distance, scared to disrupt the process.

The whole time you’ve been hurt, Inosuke has been quite which is unlike him. “Are you okay Inosuke..?” You asked as the two of you walked you arm around his shoulder, while his arm wrapped around your waist to support you. “I’m fine.. I just feel bad for how I behaved… I just didn’t know what was wrong with you… I got news that you were hurt and I rushed here…” he spoke keeping his eyes at the ground. You suddenly stopped walking pulling him into your embrace, “it’s okay love.. you were worried… it’s a normal reaction. Thank you for caring Inosuke, I love you so much.” He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him, “I love you so, so much.”

Zenitsu-

He is up everyone’s ass shamelessly.

He cried majority of the time you were unconscious.

He gave you love and affection to help nurse you back to health.

Zenitsu ran toward the butterfly mansion feeling his anxiety hit its max. “What’s wrong with her!” He practically yelled as he burst into your room. “Calm down! Everything is going to be okay!” When Zenitsu saw the date you were in he began to cry falling beside your side. “Please do your best! I can’t loose her!” He pleaded with the women who were working on the girl.

When you regain consciousness you hear small sniffling coming from beside you, you opened your eyes slightly to see bright yellow hair. “It’s okay my love..” The boy instantly perked up placing kisses all over your face. “Are you okay baby! I saw you hurt, and it hurt me..” he spoke placing his head on your hands.

When you are able to go back to your actual room, Zenitsu was summoned for a mission, he was very hesitant to leave due to you not being fully recovered yet. “Baby, you just have to go, I promise if anything happens I’ll send a note.” You spoke placing a soft kiss on his lips before turning him away from you pushing him softly, “now hurry back so I can have a kiss back.”

Genya-

He gets aggressive.

He demands answers

He cried when he was alone with you while praying for your recovery.

He takes care of you at home.

Genya is typically shy when it comes to speaking to women, but he was quite rude in the heat of the moment when he found out his lover was hurt. “What is wrong with her! Why does she have all those bandages on her?!?!” He screamed at shinobu as he forced himself into the room you were being held in. “Calm down Genya! They need their space to work on her!” Aoi yelled back pushing him out with force. Kanao walked beside him and placed her hand on his shoulder as an attempt to comfort him.

“You can come in now.” Shinobu spoke as she opened the door to the room you were in. Genya hurried to your side examining every bruise, “what happened..? How am I supposed to help her now..?” He spoke in a low tone. Shinobu pulled out some medicine handing it to him, “she has to stay with us for tonight, but she just has to take some of her medicine and be examined carefully. A demon threw her into a building, she didn’t sustain any fatal injuries.” Shinobu spoke before walking out the room to give him his space. Genya looks down at you feeling tears begin to form in his eyes, “I know you’ll be okay..” he spoke before saying a silent prayer for you. When you began to become conscious you felt something wet falling on your hand, you opened your eyes to see your boyfriend sobbing. “What’s wrong babe, I’m right here..” you rasped out looking at him. He looked down at you before he dropped his head on your chest sobbing, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you.. I promise I’ll be here for now on..” he sobbed out. You gently rubbed his hair, “it’s okay babe.. it was never your fault.” You spoke trying your best to soothe him.

“You have to take your medicine babe!” Genya spoke from beside you. You have been home for about a week and Genya has been helping you every step of the way. “But it’s sooo farr” you spoke looking at your medicine that was on the table. He sighed before getting up, he grabs the medicine, then gets you a water bottle. “Now take them, before something bad happens to you.”

Muichiro-

He gets rude.

He would stay by your side regardless.

He would heavily blame himself.

He keeps his distance till he knows it’s okay.

Muichiro burst through the doors of the butterfly mansion, “help me! A demon attacked us!” He yelled down the hall. The women of the mansion tried to take you out of his arms, but he would shoot them dirty looks and hold you closer, “tell me where to take her.” He spoke lowly. Kanae silently nodded before walking down to an empty room, “put her on the bed then step aside, if you want her to survive we need to work.” She spoke softly.

The whole time the women were tending to you Muichiro stayed by your side muttering to himself. “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself Muichiro.” Shinobu spoke from beside him. Muichiro looked up at her with tears streaming down his face, “Why shouldn’t I blame myself? I should’ve saved her, you don’t know anything!” He spoke sharply before looking back down at you. You opened your eyes and placed your hand on his cheek, “you shouldn’t be so rude, love. It wasn’t your fault, it was that damn demon.” You spoke out before coughing. Shinobu handed you water, then made her way out. “I’ll be back later, you have to stay here tonight.” She spoke.

It’s been hours since you’ve woke up, and Muichiro has yet to speak to you. He has kept his distance looking out the window this whole time. “Muichiro… my love… please come lay with me.” You spoke looking at him. He silently placed himself next to you, looking up at the ceiling. You placed your hand on his chest before placing a kiss on his cheek, “thank you for getting me help, without you, I’m not sure where I’d be.” You spoke cuddling your head into his neck. “I’m so sorry..” he spoke placing his head in your chest sobbing. “It’s okay, I forgive you.” You spoke. The rest of the night you held him whispering reassuring words to him.

Mitsuri-

She’s a sobbing mess.

I think she’d give them reasonable space, but she’d still be in their space.

She would pay close attention and ask questions.

She’d want to take control, because what happened to you was so out of her control.

“Everything is going to be okay Suri” You spoke to the sobbing pink haired girl who was following the medical team. You had just gotten done fighting an upper rank, and you had lost some of your eyesight from a cut going up and down on your eye. Once you were in the room she ran to your side watching as shinobu began working, “will she get her eyesight back!” She asked while crying and holding your hand. “She should, it doesn’t seem to be that bad.” Shinobu spoke as she inspected your eye.

After a couple hours of questions and reconstruction, shinobu fixed your eye, “it should heal on its own in a couple weeks, apply your medication regularly, and you should only be left with a scar.” She spoke before walking out with a smile. Mitsuri was still crying, not as much, but still crying nonetheless. “Baby, I will be okay, please stop crying… you’re way too beautiful.” You spoke trying to do anything to calm your girlfriend.

Mitsuri eventually calmed down, she was currently applying your medicine. “Please stay still dear, I don’t want to hurt you.” She spoke as she gently applied it. Once she was done she laid beside you, “does it still hurt?” She asked looking up at you from your chest. “It doesn’t hurt as bad as it did, especially now that my own personal nurse patched me up, how could I be in pain after that?” You joked with a small giggle. She blushed before placing a soft kiss on your lips, “you were lucky this time! You can’t be that reckless again!” She scolded you while cuddling into your chest. “I will be more careful suri, just for you..” you spoke as you gently ran your hand against her cheek.

Obanai-

Him and his snake would silently wait by your side the whole time.

They give the doctors their space.

He is silent until the two of you are alone.

He’s a great caretaker.

Obanai rushed to your room, knocking before he came in. “She isn’t looking too bad, she should recover in a couple days” Shinobu spoke from beside you, Obani nodded as his snake slithered to be on your shoulders.

“How are you feeling dear..?” Obani spoke silently from beside you when you woke up. “I’m a little tired.. what happened..?” You spoke petting kaburamaru once you noticed his presence. “You were attacked, but it was nothing serious..” he spoke from beside you rubbing circles in your hands. You nodded before pulling his arm to make him lay beside you. “You have to be careful, your side is bruised.” He spoke gently placing himself beside you. You chucked before placing your head on his chest, you placed small kisses on his chest, before you fell asleep.

When you woke up Obanai was speaking to shinobu about your condition and how he could help you, “You can take her home today, you just have to be extra careful.” She spoke before leaving the room. Obanai gathered all your things before carefully picking you up, you placed your head on his shoulder placing a kiss on his neck. “Yay! At least I got a free piggy back ride out of this!” He chuckled before he began his trip back with you.

Sanemi-

He would be shockingly calm.

He would stay outside of you room, knowing that if he was in there he’d lose his cool.

He would ask questions.

When they were done he wouldn’t leave your side.

Senami was sitting outside of your room waiting on an update from the insect hashira, he wouldn’t dare go in there until he knows they have you fully patched up. The thought of demons even harming you makes his blood boil, “you can come in now.” Shinobu spoke peaking her head out from behind the door. Sanemi was quick to go to your side inspecting everything that’s wrong, “what happened to her?” He asked calmly. “A demon slashed her leg deeply, she had a lot of stitches, so I’d recommend keeping her off of her leg.” Shinobu spoke with a grin. Sanemi could only nod as he looked down at his unconscious lover, “I promise I will always protect you..” he spoke as he grabbed her hand.

It’s been a couple days now, and Sanemi has yet to leave your side as promised. He would help you around the room if you needed to do anything, he would apply your medication, he would even tell you stories about his past. The both of you were currently sitting down on the porch, Zenitsu and Inosuke were throwing a ball infront of you. You enjoyed watching the boys act like boys, it’s hard in a world filled with demons, they matured so young… well… some of them did. Inosuke threw the ball with a little more force toward Zenitsu, but it flew past Zenitsu and straight to your leg, Sanemi was able to push it a little bit, but the damage was already done. “Fuck!” You yelled grabbing your leg. Sanemi was quick to get Shinobu, you sat there with tears running down your cheeks. Shinobu rushed out to tend to you while the boys bowed there heads apologizing. Sanemi then came out with his sword in hand, “you two better run before I kill you right now!” He yelled running toward them. “Sanemi!” You yelled as the boys ran far away.

You laid with Sanemi, your leg on his stomach, he was gently rubbing your bandages. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop it in time.. your beauty distracts me sometimes… I didn’t realize it till it was too late..” he spoke quietly looking away. You pushed his head toward yours placing a soft kiss on his lips, “it’s okay baby, it’s not your fault.” You spoke with a bright smile. “God you’re so perfect.” He spoke as small grin speed across his face.

Pt 2 will be posted shortly!! I couldn’t fit everything in, so I’m just going to make a part two!! I hope you enjoyed!!

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[applcrumbl]

Winnie

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Female!Reader Warnings: Heartache Authors Note: I've written this purely because I have a heartache of an epilogue and it needed the lead up to make you SOB

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

1945 - New York City

They named her Winnifred, after his late mother. Yet the only name he ever called her was ‘Winnie’. It meant soft, pure, happiness. 3 words in which Bucky would undoubtedly use to describe her.

His Fiance looked ethereal as she lay, sweat dripping from silky skin, he dabbed a wet cloth on her forehead as she gazed down at the bundle in her arms. A small hand wrapped its way around his left index finger. Bucky could almost cry. He was handed a picture of the three of them

When the nurse came to take Winnie away Y/N could barely let go. He had to pry her iron grip so that his daughter could be weighed and washed. The number was ingrained into his memory for the rest of his life. 7 pounds and 4 ounces. 7:43 pm and on a Wednesday. A baby out of wedlock worried the pair, but the second that Y/N pushed that final push, and tremendous lungs filled the air with sound, any previous worry had been gone.

Bucky placed soft kisses upon Y/N’s face, breathing in her post-pregnancy glow. He had never been more thankful for anyone ever. It broke him to know that it wouldn’t not be this way for much longer. The clock ticked softly, sound bouncing through the room. The hospital was busy with sounds, yet the only ones he heard were the chime of the clock and Y/N’s gentle breathing. Still, in his soldier’s uniform, he softly cried.

“When do you have to go back?” She asked petting his soft hair.

“Tonight,” he replied, “I just want to stay with you. With her.”

She smiled in understanding, but it was lucky enough that he was even able to meet his baby at all. Home visits weren’t often granted to soldiers on the front line. The perks of the Howling Commandos he always said. The luck of having the famous Steve Rogers as a best friend.

“You’ll just have to come back for us”

“Nothing could keep me away, Doll. Nothing.” A tear fell from his cheek to hers as he held her close. A soft knock on the door interrupted them.

“They sent me to fetch you” It was Steve, “Congratulations”

He approached the bedside, enveloping her in a hug. Y/N whispered in his ear, Steve’s eyes lit up. Bucky barely heard the conversation as he stared at the wall. Steve had been asked to be Winnie’s godfather, but Bucky prayed he would never be needed. He didn’t hear his Fiance calling to him, or feel Steve’s hand on his shoulder, shaking him out of his trance. It was the piercing scream of his Winnie that captured his attention.

“They’re hurting her” He stated, rising bluntly.

“No, they aren’t, Buck,” Steve replied, holding his friend. “She’s safe.”

“I want to see her.”

There was nothing that could be said, His luck had already been extended by the fact he was even allowed the 2 hours of labour in the hospital. Bucky turned to Y/N who was now sitting on the edge of the bed. “I have to see her one more time” he spoke.

“You can’t baby. You have to go”

It broke him to see her cry. How could he leave when his two best girls were upset. How could he leave his wife to be and their newborn daughter? What kind of monster was he to do that.

“C’mon Buck. Duggan wants to set off.” Steve tried, putting a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

The soldier sat on the hospital bed once more. Head in his hands. Y/N wrapped herself around him, pulling him tight and crying softly into his shoulder. He didn’t smell like himself anymore. He smelt like dirt and tobacco. Y/N loved the smell all the same.

“I’ll get to see you when you’re back baby. It’s only a few days travel. You’ll be back next week.”

“Not soon enough.”

“Bucky.” She tried again, pulling him off of the bed. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” He sniffled, blinking his tears away.

He turned on his heel quickly, forcing himself out of the door. But not before one last kiss. “Take care of her” He begged, “Tell her that Daddy loves her.”

Y/N nodded, promising. “You tell her every day, Y/N. Her Daddy is gonna come back as soon as he can.”

“I will, James.” She kissed his hand. “I love you more”

“I love you most.”

And with a sharp nod, James Buchanan Barnes left the hospital and loaded himself into the truck. The thoughts of his baby girl prevalent in his mind. His beautiful Winnie.

“Germany here we come”

#writing #applcrumbl #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #the winter soldier #bucky barns x reader

[lunarbuck]

This song is literally perfect for a bucky one shot! Probably a sad and angsts one 🥺👀

Thank you so so much for the request!!

this song is legit so sad 😭 i'm sorry in advance y'all

Our Song

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race)

WC: 977

Summary: nothing is the same after the snap

Warnings: THIS IS SAD!! ANGST NO HAPPY ENDING, takes place post-infinity war… , mentions of death and loss, grieving, referenced death

A/N: legit cried while writing this.... and yeah i said no happy ending but in reality, we all know what happens during end game so like,,, you catch my drift? all I'm saying is that eventually things will get better but they don't in this one shot lmao

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The dog tags around your neck sway and clink as you climb through your bedroom window onto the roof. 

The moon is high in the sky on this beautiful cloudless night, and you can’t help but stare at it. 

You find your way to the middle of the roof and lay down flat, pressing yourself against the plaster. Your fingers mindlessly fiddle with the dog tags, running the pads of your thumbs over the words pressed into the metal.

It’s only been a week, and it still doesn’t feel real.

Wakanda is nearly silent tonight, still mourning all the lives lost. It happened so quickly. You didn’t even get to say goodbye.

You weren’t even there to make sure he wasn’t in pain; you were cooped up with a few families in town, staying safe.

Your mind constantly replays what you think happened, the way he faded away in bits and pieces like sand in the wind. He must’ve been so confused, so scared.

You’d met Bucky a year ago after his deprogramming ended. You worked in the palace, and he often visited T’Challa and Shuri. It was inevitable that your paths would cross.

Bucky was perfect. So kind and caring, he would go to the ends of the earth for you. He’d pluck the stars from the sky; he’d keep the world from turning. And you’d do it all for him too if only he asked.

“I’m so sorry,”   Steve choked, face twisted in pain.

“No,” you whispered. “No, no, no.” Arms wrapped around you from behind as your legs collapsed, slowing your descent. You couldn’t breathe. There was no more air in the world.

Steve fell to the floor in front of you and placed his hands on the sides of your head. His tears cleared tracks in the dirt on his face.

You still couldn’t breathe.

“He- he- he put up a good fight.” The arms holding you released you, and you threw yourself at Steve, burying yourself in his chest.

He held you tightly, shaking with his sobs.

“I didn’t get to say goodbye.” Steve held you tighter, and you gripped him harder like you were the only thing tethering the other to earth.

Steve didn’t speak for a long time, only whispering, praying, “‘Till the end of the line. ‘Till the end of the line. ‘Till the end of the line.”

‘Till the end of the line.

You struggle to take a full breath as tears spill from your eyes. Your chest shudders, your heart aches. The Wakandan grieving process is a celebration of life. It recognizes the pain but reminds everyone of the beautiful life the individual lived.

As you suck in gasping breaths, you try to remember Bucky the way he’d want you to remember him.

Smiling, laughing, happy. You try to remember the way he’d wink at you after telling a dirty joke or making you blush. The way he’d wrap his arms around your waist and lift you up, spinning you around. The way his lips felt pressed against yours, soft and sweet.

You can practically see his eyes in the stars, gleaming down at you.

Even though it’s difficult, you push yourself up, standing and stretching your limbs to the sky. You pull out your phone and scroll through your playlist until you find the song you’re looking for. 

Won’t you lock me in your heart 

And throw away the key

Cause I love you forever

Through eternity

You sway with the breeze, holding the phone close to your chest. Images of Bucky’s bright eyes and beautiful smile flash through your mind at the sound of the song the two of you would dance to nearly every evening.

He’d spin you around the kitchen and sing along, always the hopeless romantic.

You know that even though he’s gone, he’s still yours. He’s still your knight in shining armor, your beautiful Bucky. And you’re still his, his best girl. But it’s hard to convince yourself that as the weight of his absence presses down on you.

You don’t know how you’ll move on, how you’ll ever open yourself up to someone like you did with Bucky. There’s no one out there like him, no one for you now that he’s gone.

Today, Steve left Wakanda to head back to New York. He offered to bring you back with him, but you can’t bear to leave behind the place where you’d met Bucky, where you’d fallen in love. You can’t fathom living in a world without Bucky, one where he’s not at your side.

Each night this week, you’ve repeated the ritual. You hold on to whatever you have left of him, a ratty old henley, his dog tags, a hairband. You listen to the song even though it tears you in half, and you stay up all night. Each night, you wait for a sign, something… anything that will tell you that he’s okay.

Tonight, it still hurts, but the song brings you a new comfort. The stars shine down at you, and this time you can see his eyes, his smile. His soul, etched out in the constellations. 

He’s there, just harder to see. You can live with that.

I have searched for a lifetime

For the one I could call my own

Now I found you, my darling

And I’ll never be alone

Every night, you dance with the ghost of what used to be, what you used to have. Maybe one day, the pain will lessen. Maybe one day, it’ll all make sense. Today is not that day; today doesn’t need to be that day. All you know is that tonight, Bucky is with you in the stars, and that’s all you can ask for.

We’ll be sweethearts forever

Through eternity

—

Every night I’m dancing with your ghost.

Every night I’m dancing with your ghost.

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songs referenced in this fic:

Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Alex Sloan

Through Eternity: Jerry Fuller

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[heartz4wonnie]

lovesick.

jay x reader

authors note- thank you for all the support on my two part “cafe boy” series!! i’m a new writer so all of this is so crazy. love you all!! <33

genre- fluff, established relationship, jay taking care of a very sick and stuffy y/n, one use of the word “shit”

honestly, you were dying without jay. sweating and sore, you wondered how you even got into this condition. but then it hit you.

“jay this is so corny.” you laughed as your smiling boyfriend dragged you out into the rain. “come onnn y/n live a little” you fake a disgusted face “okay, jay you’re really sounding like a hallmark movie right now.” despite your resistance and warnings that one of you could end up sick, you were pulled into the pouring outdoors and into jays arms. you weren’t going to lie. as ‘corny’ as it was, you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach as jay tucked a strand of wet hair behind your ears. “you’re so pretty y/n”

now, normally you would call jay. you just knew his soup and warmth and overall presence would make you feel so much better. but you knew your boyfriend. if you called him this time, he would be overwhelmed with guilt. you knew he would feel terrible that you were sick because of him and you felt awful thinking about it. so you decided you could survive on your own.

~ having dozed off in bed, you were awoken by the suddenly ringing of your phone. your head immediately started to pound and you struggled to open your eyes as you felt around for your phone. “hello..?” you managed to get out. “love? hey! ..are you okay?” shit. it was jay. “um..” you quickly cleared your throat (which was insanely painful due to the pain in your throat) “im doing just fine, what’s up jay?” there was a few seconds of silence on the other end. “i don’t think you’re okay y/n. you’re sick aren’t you. please be honest.” you heart swelled at his concern but you knew that if you went one more second without him, you’d pass out.

“ok fine. i’m a little sick. ..can you come over?” “of course my love, i’ll be there in a bit.” a little relieved, you told him to drive safe and hung up the phone. resting your head on your pillow you prayed jay wouldn’t blame himself when he got to you.

~

a knock sounded on your front door and you gathered the little amount of energy you had left to open it. you knew it was jay. as the door opens jay rushes in and examines your figure. “oh my god y/n, you said you were ‘a little sick’ this doesn’t look like a little to me.” jay takes a step forward to rest his forehead against yours holding you close. you bask in the moment before he pulls away. “y/n my love you’re burning up.”

“jay it’s okay really. i just want you here with me.” jay frowns and picks you up, carrying you back to bed and gently placing you down, pulling the blanket up to your chin. “you got sick because of me didn’t you.” he says, as he seats himself on the edge of your bed, stroking your hair. there it was, you thought. this is what you were afraid of. “i’m sorry y/n, you warned me. i just wanted to create a special memory for the bo-“ you placed your hand on his, “it’s ok love. we were both out there. im just happy i’m the one who’s sick and not you.”

jay stares at you for a moment before leaning down and kissing your forehead, then your nose, then your cheeks. he mumbled tiny apologies and i love you's in between kisses that scattered all around your face, the last one landing on your lips. “rest ok? i’m gonna go make you soup.”

you pulled his wrist as he turned to leave. “don’t go. please stay.” jay lets out a gentle smile. “you need to eat my love.” you shook your head “i’m not hungry. i just want you to stay.” and so he did. jay took off his jean jacket and placed it on your chair before climbing into bed with you and placing his arm around you, allowing you to turn on your side and hug his waist.

breathing in his comforting scent you slowly drifted off to sleep, feeling more and more safe as the seconds passed by. before you fell into your slumber, you felt jays lips on the top of your head, kissing your hair as he whispers “get well soon angel.”

#enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen jay fluff #jay enha #jay x y/n #jongseong x reader #park jongseong #fanfic #oneshot

[paz-djarin]

Wake Up (Part 2)

Paz finally wakes up.

Rating: General Audience

Authors Note: Sorry for misspelling.

Part 1 | Part 2

Din smiles, crying tears of joy and shaking a bit. Bo-Katan couldn’t help, but to cry also. Paz slowly sits up, groaning a bit. The nurse walks into the room, she notices Paz is awake. She turns and rushes to get the doctor. Din and Bo gulp Paz into a hug.

“Your awake!” Din sobs.

Paz smiles a bit, hugging the two back “I’m sorry I worried both of you…”

“Don’t ever be sorry.” Bo-Katan said, trying to stop crying.

The doctor walking in with the nurse. Both Din and Bo stop hugging Paz so the doctor can do his work. He began to check on Paz.

“Amazing, everything seems to be fine. Your vitals are prefect.” The doctor said, “It seems like someone was looking out for you. But to be sure we still need to run a few more tests.”

Paz still smiling a bit, “I’m just glad to be awake.”

The doctor nods and walks out of the room. So they can have a moment alone, before he begins to do more tests. Din still crying, he started to wipe his tears away with his other hand.

“It’s good to have you back.” Din said in between sobs.

Bo-Katan trying to stop crying, Paz holds Bo hand. “I don’t blame you for anything…I chose to stay behind. Don’t blame yourself.” Paz said softly, looking at Bo-Katan.

“But…”

“But nothing.” Paz said, “that’s final. You protected the people important to me. That means something.”

Din kisses Paz’s forehead, “Please don’t ever do something like that again.”

The nurse didn’t want to interrupt this beautiful moment, but she asks them, “Would you like me to get the other 3 in the waiting room?”

The 3 three silently nod and the nurse went off to go get them.

Paz felt like he was going to cry, he felt so happy. “So…have you and then Armorer got together yet?” Paz asks Bo. He shoved down those feelings.

“Yeah. We did.” Bo said a bit embarrassed.

Paz chuckles, “About time…” he squeezes Din hand.

Din smiling he lets out a small chuckle. The nurse came back with Grogu, Ragnar and Boba Fett. Ragnar gasps and started to sob, he went over to his father. Din picks up Ragnar and places him next to Paz. Paz instantly hugs his son. Grogu went over to Din and he picks him up and holds him.

“I’m so sorry, Ragnar.” He said softly.

The boy continues to sob and said, “I-I thought you…going to die. Why? Why?! Would you do something like this.”

“Us Vizsla don’t think to well.” Paz replies, his heart shatters like glass.

He begins to cry, he pulls Din into a hug. Being careful he doesn’t squish Grogu. Din is shocked to see Paz cry. He has never seen Paz cry.

“My last thoughts were all of you. I promised myself I would be with you all again…I…I…I almost myself killed.” Paz chokes on his tears, “I could have escaped with the others, but I stayed behind to defeat the enemies. I-I wasn’t strong enough to fight the last enemies.” He continues to babble.

Bo and Boba just watch in silence, Paz was shaking and crying harder. He kept on taking.

“Paz…” Din said, kissing him “You’re safe now. You’re awake, that all that matters.”

Paz at that moment stopped talking. He sighs deeply trying to gain control of his emotions. The doctor came back in the room and began to run some tests on him.

The Armorer continues her work at the forge.

After that battle with Moff Gideon it left her without an arm. She was really not the same after that. Especially what happened to Paz, she prayed and hoped he would just wake up. It’s normal to her to be alone, but she didn’t want to see anyone not even Bo-Katan. She just wanted to be alone. Bo-Katan refused to leave her side and just comfort her.

As Armorer fishes up, Bo drag her away from her forge. To show her a surprise.

The Armorer sees Paz. Tears running down her eyes.

He’s in a wheelchair and smiling, “Hey Armorer it’s been awhile…hasn’t?”

She felt tears running down, she runs towards him hugging him. Paz hugs her back. At that point The Armorer was saying something in Mandalore still crying. Paz clams her down reassuring her that he is find. Din couldn’t help, but to smile. The Armorer was in a dark place, now she isn’t.

Grogu was looking around seeing everyone happy. He interrupts the beautiful moment, with his favorite word.

Everyone stop what their doing and stares at Grogu and Din. Who is holding him. Ragnar let’s out a dramatic gasp. Bo is trying so hard not to laugh. The Armorer shakes her head, chuckling. Din is embarrassed, he hides his face behind Grogu.

Paz let’s out a loud laugh and smiling brightly.

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[thebigqueer]

"The Privilege of Later" - Percy Jackson - One-Shot

Summary: Percy shares a cute moment with his mom & sister, and also unpacks some of his trauma a little bit. Word Count: 3327 Read on AO3

It’s 1:47 in the morning, and Percy is seriously considering dropping out of school and living in the forest. 

He’s been dying at the hands of his English essay since he came home from school. He really should’ve worked on it throughout the week, but between swimming practice and general procrastination, he hasn’t been able to get it done at all. 

Percy wishes Annabeth were here with him right now; he probably would have made her read the essay and make sure it made some sort of sense. But she’s somewhere else in the city right now, probably sleeping happily because she doesn’t have any English papers to write, and Percy has no choice but to pray for the best on this assignment. 

He groans. He just wants to crawl into the comfort of his blankets and fall asleep. As much as he’s been just thoroughly enjoying the grind of senior year and making up for all the work he missed in his semester of junior year, he’s ready for high school to just be over.

He heaves a sigh and drops his head into his arms. Maybe he should just accept the late points on this one. After all, he’s already into his second semester of senior year; who’s going to care that much? 

He’s in the middle of considering throwing a drachma to wake Annabeth up so she can suffer with him when, suddenly, a piercing wail shatters the air. The exhaustion drains right out of him and he sits up straight, ears ringing in surprise. It takes him a second to realize it’s just Estelle, being her best baby self - that is to say, screaming and crying at ungodly hours of the morning. 

Same, Estelle, he thinks.

Outside, he hears the padding of footsteps and sees the shadows of feet crawling along the floor. Percy considers staying in his room, but he doesn’t think it’s worth it. Besides, his mom would probably appreciate the help, and he’ll get big brother points. 

He stands and makes his way out the door, following the splice of light to the nursery. He can hear his mom murmuring gently, her words floating in the air, and his ears warm just listening to them. Something about listening to his mom sound so happy, so fulfilled with this small thing who only ever poops herself every few hours makes him feel… safe. 

He wonders if this was how she felt when she had him. If she ever talked to him this sweetly.

Percy knocks on the door gently. “Hey, Mom, it’s me.” 

His mom smiles at him as he comes in, but he can’t miss the exhaustion weighing on her face - the dark circles inking across her skin, the new gray hairs poking out of her sleepy bun, the slight stoop in her posture as she bounces Estelle on her shoulder. Estelle looks the utter opposite - too awake, and still crying. Her cute little face is screwed in, bursting with red as she wails with all her energy. 

“Hey, honey,” she says, settling herself down in the rocking chair in the corner. “Why are you awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” 

Sally raises a brow. “Or did you just not do your homework again?”

Percy grins shyly at her. “Same difference.”

“Hm,” she responds, but she lets the matter drop.

“So,” Percy says, stepping closer so that he’s standing next to her on the rocking chair. He crosses his arms across his chest and shrugs. “What’s wrong with the little crybaby?”

“You know,” Sally says, sighing, “the funny thing about babies is that they don’t know how to express their feelings. So you can try everything in existence and they’ll still be crying.” 

“You’re suddenly making the future sound very bleak for me, Mom.” 

“Sorry, honey. Just being honest with you.” She pats his leg gently. “Anyway, I just changed her and I thought that was it, but she’s still crying. So I think I’ll just have to sit with her for a bit.”

“Need company?”

She raises her eyebrows at him. “I don’t know… I really don’t want to cut in with your sleep time.” 

“No, it’s fine. I think I need a break anyway.” 

“How much of that essay have you got done?”

“About two paragraphs.” 

Sally makes a face, then sighs. “Okay, fine. Five minutes, though. Then right back to being my scholarly son.” 

“You know me,” he says, plopping down onto the carpet in front of her, “all about that scholarship.”

Sally laughs and leans her head back. Percy and Sally sit in silence for a minute - or at least as much silence as they can muster, as Estelle continues whimpering. But Percy doesn’t mind much. In fact, he even enjoys it - a moment with his family, just sitting together at two in the morning. It’s nice. 

Then Sally sighs, and Percy looks up. “I’m sorry if all of this is a lot for you, honey,” she laments. “I know this was a little badly planned, having a baby in your senior year just as you’re getting ready for college and everything. And on top of that having to adjust to just normal life after, you know… not being here for a long time.” She holds her hands out, and Percy grasps it. “I can imagine this must be a handful for you.”

Percy lets his mouth tilt into a slight smile, but it probably looks more confused than reassuring. Probably because he is confused. Not in a bad way, though - just overwhelmed, maybe. A good kind of overwhelmed. 

“Don’t be sorry, Mom.” He runs his fingers along the lines of her hand, feels the rough calluses against her hands. “It is a lot of change, but I like it. It gives me something to look forward to everyday. Going to college, trying to live a normal mortal life, getting to have family dinners every night. It’s a change I can get used to. Besides, doing homework at two in the morning beats the alternative, which is fighting monsters and running the risk of dying.” He frowns. “But it’s still just as deadly.” 

Sally laughs. “Welcome to being a mortal, kiddo.” 

“Thanks.” Then Percy holds his arms out. “Let me try holding her. Maybe it’ll do something.” 

Sally shares an apprehensive look with him, but eventually relents. She leans forward and gently passes Estelle off, and Percy feels a little bad about the fact this seems to cause his mother even more wrinkles. He draws Estelle closer to his chest and tries swinging her gently, but his arms are so shaky and Estelle is still wailing and he’s totally convinced he’s going to drop her. 

Great, he thinks. I can fight monsters but I can’t hold a baby?

“Oh, I wish I had a camera!” Sally says, leaning back in her chair, her smile now stretching with relief. “This is too cute.”

“Um,” he says, his eyes trained on the crying child in his arms. “I don’t think this is working.” 

“Maybe just give it a minute. At this point you have as good a chance as I do at calming her.”

Percy huffs a laugh. He continues swinging slowly, watches Estelle sink into them, and he has to admit, he likes the feel of this. Not that taking care of crying babies was at the top of his things to do at two in the morning, but he likes the warmth of feeling his sister in his arms, looking up at him with her big, new eyes, absorbing the world around her. Despite the crying, he can almost see the wonder reflected in her green irises. 

He wants to tell her to keep it as long as she can. Or better yet, he wants to be the one to keep it there, so that she never loses that awe. 

This was something he didn’t expect when he first found out he was going to be a big brother. Sure, he was excited to feel some sort of responsibility for her, but he didn’t expect the kind of power that would take over him. It was almost stronger than any sort of trance any of the gods could have put on him. And better, too. 

Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, first held her, all he could think about was how he wanted to make this world as good for her as possible. That’s what he was living for - not to save the gods, not to save people who could barely thank him for helping them survive, but to make sure the ones he loved could live a life where they didn’t have to worry about the outside dangers of the world. It was to make the world a better one, just for them.

But thinking about that makes him sad, too. Because he knows eventually Estelle is going to grow up, and no matter what he does, no matter how hard he tries, she’ll end up having to learn about the bad things in the world. There’ll come a time where the wonder in her eyes will have flickered out, a time where she no longer will be looking for the newness in everything, and he knows it’s going to break his heart because she’ll finally realize the truth about the world. 

But maybe that’s the other side of making this life worth living. To make sure he’s there for her when she does.

“Mom?” Percy asks, and he looks up again. But this time his voice feels jagged, thready, like it’s been shaved off the edges. He has no idea why. 

“Yeah?”

“Did you ever… I don’t know. Was I ever as good as Estelle when I was a baby?”

Sally raises her eyebrows. “This is your definition of good?”

Percy scoffs, but it dissipates as soon as it leaves his lips. “That’s not what I mean. I just mean, like… Did you ever feel weird about having me? Or, like, scared? Knowing I was the son of a god?” He looks away. “Was I ever too much for you?”

“What?” Sally leans forward in surprise, frowning. “Where is this coming from, Percy?”

“Nowhere,” he promises. “I’m just curious.” 

“You were never too much for me,” she says. “Did I make you feel like you were?”

“No. Just… I know it’s been a lot for you. Like, knowing all you did for me… marrying Gabe, knowing you were at risk since you had a son with a literal god. And the fact that I wasn’t home for a full eight months, or probably more.” Percy shrugs again. “I don’t think those are lengths normal parents would have to take, you know?”

“I think it’s sad that you call them lengths,” she says. “It makes it sound like something I was doing just because I had to. And in a sense I did have to, but not because it was just some parental expectation. I did all that because I loved you, not because it’s what was expected of me.” 

“Oh.” Percy looks down. 

“I don’t know if that made sense. What I mean is, when it comes to loving someone, Percy, you’re willing to do anything you can to protect them. And I think if that love is strong enough, you don’t even consider them ‘lengths’; you consider them as just simple facts.” Sally laughs a little. “I don’t know, maybe it’ll make more sense if you ever become a parent.” 

Percy looks down at Estelle again. “I think I get it. Sort of.” 

“Well, Percy, you definitely weren’t Estelle. But you were never too much for me. You being a different experience never made you a worse one.” Sally smiles. “And yeah, I was scared before you were born. But not because you were a child of a god. I think it was just a general fear of being a first-time parent.”

Percy nods, but his head moves tightly, like a weight is attached to it. 

“Mom?” he asks, and his voice cracks at the end. He takes a deep breath and touches Estelle’s nose, if only to distract himself. “I’m really sorry. About not being here last year. About making you worry so much. About not being...” He doesn’t finish his thought: the son you deserve. 

He thought he was speaking just simply off the tip of his tongue, but he’s surprised to find tears rushing down his cheeks, so light and easy he barely realized they were even coming. And he tries to stop them, but he only manages to suck in a dramatic breath, which does nothing to help him convince himself he’s fine. 

Sally’s brows crawl up her forehead, pulling on her eyes so they pop open. She frowns. “Percy, where is this coming from?”

“I- I don’t know,” he mutters, wiping a tear from his eye. This is so embarrassing. Why is he even crying? “I just know you’re always worried about me, and I really wish I could just, like, tell you not to be, but then I’d be lying to you, and it makes me really sad to think about the fact you’re always going to be there for me but for some reason I just can’t be there for you. I mean, I literally wasn’t home for a full fucking year. I couldn’t be there for you for anything.” He shakes his head. “I’m more sorry than you could ever imagine.” 

Now Estelle is fidgeting again, and her eyes are scrunching in a way that assures him she’s about to start crying, too, and he just fucked something else up. 

So much for being the strong big brother.

Sally pops out of her chair and sits next to him on the floor, her hand gently smoothing his hair, and he can’t help it - he drops his head against her shoulder. 

“None of that is your fault, honey,” she says. “I thought you knew that. I know it wasn’t your decision to leave. You have nothing to be sorry for.” 

“I know,” Percy murmurs. “I’m sorry, still.”

“Don’t say that. You are not responsible for any of that.” She scoffs, and the way her voice rattles in her chest, Percy feels almost scared of her as she says, “It’s only the gods to blame.” 

Percy doesn’t say anything. 

“Look,” Sally says, now drawing her fingers through his hair, “I understand why you might feel this way. But you have to understand, I do not blame you for a minute. Yes, I’ll be honest, I do wish I didn’t have to worry so much, and I do wish you could just be safe and sound at home. But none of that is anything you have to be sorry for, Percy. You’re here for me as much as you can be, and that’s better than I think a lot of moms can ask for. I don’t regret for a moment you being a demigod, or even having you; I don’t know how I ever could, knowing how much you’ve accomplished.” Sally smiles, and the sight of it feels like the sun dripping on him on a summer’s day. “I am so immensely proud of you, Percy, of everything you do to keep me and everyone else in this world safe. Maybe you can’t always be here physically, but you are there for me in ways that you don’t even understand.”

Percy smiles, but it’s drowned out by the remaining tears trying to escape his eyes. He wipes some away. 

“I don’t ever regret having you, Percy, and I don’t regret for a moment not having a ‘normal’ life with you, whatever that is.” She cups Percy’s face in her hands and brushes her thumbs over his tears, burning them away. “I knew you would turn my world into a life of adventure and love before you were even born. How could I ever regret that?”

Sally’s attempts are futile. Now Percy’s tears are running down even faster. “Mom…,” he murmurs, but his tongue only gets tied up trying to finish whatever it is he was going to say. So he gives up and just lets this silence warm them.

“I’m not trying to diminish your feelings,” Sally murmurs eventually, “but does any of this have to do with Estelle? Do you think she was meant to replace you, Percy?”

“No,” he says immediately. “Not at all. I’m so happy she’s here. It’s just… I think having her here has just made some old thoughts come back. Not that that’s her fault. It just happened, I think. And after everything last year… maybe they’ve just grown more intense.” 

Sally frowns, but she offers a nod in confused understanding. “Well, just know, Percy, she was never meant to replace you or give me some sort of life that I’d always hoped for. She was another beautiful gift, just like you.”

As if in response, Estelle blubbers. When she catches sight of them watching, she blinks, opens and closes her mouth, and throws her hand into her mouth.

Then smiles.

It’s funny, Percy thinks. If someone had told the twelve-year-old him that this was where he’d be at eighteen - finishing high school, taking care of his new sister, preparing for college on the complete other side of the country - he would never have believed them. People had told him how dangerous being a demigod was ever since he first found out, and while he didn’t believe that he’d never reach adulthood, he didn’t keep his hopes up, either. Even before he found out he was a demigod, when his mom was still living with Smelly Gabe, he never really knew where they’d go from there. A part of him always believed he’d be stuck with him until he moved out, if he’d be able to move out at all. 

But here he was, almost eighteen, about to live the very future he never thought he’d be able to have for himself.

Realizing this, his heart stings a little. He knows he’s just a lucky case - there are so many people out there that have it much worse than he does right now. People who’d been in his situation but, unlike him, weren’t able to escape theirs. 

But that doesn’t bring him down. Instead, it only makes him feel more grateful for what he has now. A loving family, a caring girlfriend, the bestest friends in the world. There could have been a million ways his life went, but he’s glad it went this way. 

Sally kisses his cheek, and then stumbles back onto her feet. “Whew,” she mutters, rubbing her hip. “Not as young as I used to be. Anyway, it’s getting late, honey. We should head back to sleep. Sorry if me and Estelle woke you up.” 

“It’s all good,” Percy says, offering his sister up to her. He wipes the remains of his tears and jumps to his feet, too. “Actually, I think… I think I really needed to hear all that, Mom.” 

Sally smiles. “Of course, honey. And… I’m sorry if I ever made it seem like you couldn’t tell me any of this earlier. I really didn’t mean to give you that impression. I want you to be okay with telling me anything, Percy. I love you.” 

Percy smiles and offers his mom a one-handed hug, careful to not squish the baby. “You didn’t. And I love you, too.” He widens his eyes at Estelle, who giggles at his expression. “And I love you even more. Even if you are really loud.” 

Estelle squeals.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” he tells Sally, padding towards the bedroom door.

“Don’t be up too late!”

Before he closes the door, he turns around again and smiles at her. “See you later, Mom.” 

Later. He likes the taste of that word, like cotton candy, like clouds he can reach. Something he never thought he’d get the privilege to say.

#percy jackson #my writing #estelle blofis #sally jackson #riordanverse #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson fic

[kagejima]

Addressing Some Things

At the end of the low interaction discussion awhile ago, I said some closing statements to attempt to bring some comfort, and I would like to do the same now as this discussion of feeling lonely on Tumblr comes to a close.

I know I said I would not tolerate callout posts in this event, and while this is not a direct callout post itself, I desperately feel like the following needs to be said. Three types of groups that I have seen in my time here will be addressed in this post.

I’m going to be completely honest when I say this. This community (as in the anime writing / content creating community) has changed. It has changed, in my eyes, wildly for the worse.

Maybe I was blissfully unaware back then. Maybe it was always like this. But I don’t think that I’m alone in saying that the community has changed and is going in an incredibly bad direction.

To many of us, this was a safe space to us. It was a space for us to yell unhinged about our blorbos to escape real-life stress. But now, to many of us, this space is no longer safe, and that saddens me to my very core.

Some people on here are wonderful. They are beautiful and lovely and they bring so much light and happiness into the world. And unfortunately, a large chunk of people in this category have left completely due to how toxic it has become. I can only hope they are out there living their best life. Some of you who fall into this category are still here, and if you are like me, you are hanging by a thread, continuing to stay here for interactions with those that you love.

To the above group, whether you decide to stay or leave here, I need you to listen to me carefully. It is hard, I know. It is hard to remain caring. It is hard to remain open-hearted. It is fucking hard to see so much evil in the world and still try to remain optimistic and trusting. But your kindness, your caring nature, and your big heart is what is needed most in the world. Do not let others turn out your light. Your light is needed. You are needed.

There are also those on here who are the reason the community has gone sour. Their bullying, in many different forms, goes completely unchecked, and it has made this space unsafe for many. And while some get caught, there are some who are better at hiding how terrible of a person they really are.

And if you feel like this is me calling you out, it is.

As Kesha says in “Praying”,

Sometimes I pray for you at night. Someday maybe you'll see the light. Some say in life, you’re gonna get what you give. But some things, only God can forgive.

While I am no longer a religious person, these lyrics best sum up my feelings towards you. I hope that someday in your life, you will learn to heal from whatever it is that is causing you to suffer. But bullying on tumblr, making others feel unsafe, weaponizing your followers, will not heal you. Being a mean girl will not heal you. Deep down, you know that.

To those that see these sorts of bad things happening and are afraid to speak up about it, I would also like to say something to you. I’m not saying that you have to call these people out on their actions. You need to do whatever is necessary to protect your peace. Your peace, your mental well-being, is incredibly important. To some, protecting their peace comes in the form of leaving it be and never interacting with these people. I understand. You are completely within your rights to do that. Again, you need to do whatever you feel is necessary to protect your own peace. But to those that indulge those that perpetrate the bullying or hate – People that do not take responsibility for their words and actions and constantly put the blame on others are people you should not be around. As a fan or as a friend. Period.

I would love for this community to go back to the way it was, but if all of the people causing the drama continue to go unchecked, I cannot see that happening. 

But as I wind down this post, I would like to leave you all with lyrics from the Frank Turner song "Be More Kind".

History's been leaning on me lately. I can feel the future breathing down my neck. And all the things I thought were true when I was young, and you were too, turned out to be broken, and I don't know what comes next. 

In a world that has decided that it's going to lose its mind, Be more kind, my friends, try to be more kind. 

To most of you, I wish you nothing but the best in life.

And to the rest, I hope one day you can heal from the pain someone else caused you and just be a better person.

#🎤: rae is in the vocal booth #ok to reblog

[onecantsimply]

Just some Stalker Jack The Ripper x Mercenary GN reader headcanons- He’s most likely Yandere too- Don’t mind me- I wanna continue this- Very very bad-

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• Jack has always wanted his meeting with you to be perfect, which is why he’s watching you from afar. Just stalking you, even if you’re doing your job. He loves to watch through a dark spot while your target is probably begging for his life. What a nice color of fear you added…

• But still, other than that, Jack will find out every bit of information about you. Every small detail is added to his mind.

• Due to how he’s a sort of mercenary as well, he doesn’t exactly want to be meeting with you yet. So he’s specifically requesting for Red Widow to never put him in any jobs with you. She went bitch mode and said “maybe” before leaving him to his next target’s file.

• Well, Jack is back to stalking you from afar again. He gets to observe your daily life. The others you interact with, the things you enjoy, the places you visit on a daily basis, your home, your hobbies, your mercenary job, and most definitely some other things.

• Even if the figures you interact with are platonic, he can’t help but get that slowly growing feeling of jealousy. But for the sake of your happiness, and the fact that those people haven’t gone far with you yet, Jack won’t be doing anything to them.

• He wants to be close to you. He aches so badly to be by your side so he doesn’t look like this creep that’s always staring at you with the faintest of lovestruck expressions. By the time he notices that it’s already midnight, he realizes that he has to do his own job. So begrudgingly, he slips away.

• I pray for the person he’s supposed to kill if he’s somehow irritated at something. Jack normal doesn’t get irritated. Hell, it’s hard enough to get him like that. But interrupting his stalking time is something he doesn’t take kindly to. While he will bask in the color of fear, he has shit to do so he may make things a bit more quick than last time.

• Well… back home he goes. You’re most likely at home, safe. Right-?

• … Mother of fuck. You have him going over to your house to see if you’re okay. Gladly enough, you are. Toying with your younger siblings while doing your own thing as well. Jack has the biggest temptation to keep staring, but he himself needs to go home. Comforted with the thought of you, Jack goes home in a better mood.

• The very next day, he’s already getting his day started by going to Alice’s Cafe. He got paid by Red Widow, so he’s perfectly fine with staying out of the job for a few days to stalk you however he’d like. But first, he needs his energy. Once every now and then, he sees you pass by with your younger siblings. Possibly to get something for them or treat them? Well, one of those days were today, and Jack couldn’t help but stare at you while waiting for his order of apple pie.

• The longer you remain within his eyesight, the more he can’t restrain the reflex to follow you. So maybe fortunately, you had disappeared behind some buildings with your siblings. In that very same instant, Jack is served his favored apple pie. He’ll eat it with a warm expression on his face before paying and finding out where you are. Ensure the stalking.

• Best believe that Jack will not tolerate anyone coming up to you. Even if you kick their ass yourself, Jack is making sure that the person is his next target. Even if it does make him lose time in stalking you, especially at such an early time in the morning, Jack has to make sure the scum doesn’t ever return in your life again. A tough decision, but he made it just for the best of you.

• Best to keep in mind that Jack may not just hunt for fear this time. The second he finds out of where that thing lives, he’s going right back to you. He wasted more than enough time on scum, and he needs a coping method- ✨Stalking✨

• Luckily for him, you’re getting your siblings some things to eat. He thinks it’s lovely how you can take care of children so easily. Maybe you can do that if he adopts or has a child with you? Jack can’t wait for that time to come. But for now, he has to remain patient.

• Goodness, Jack can’t help but mentally praise you for how you are. Such a perfect being. He craves to finally be within your presence instead of simply stalking from behind. This settles it. Tomorrow… he’ll officially meet you. He’s gained up enough confidence, and he’s sick of having other scum approaching you.

• The mere thought of it has him shivering from ecstasy. Have no worry, for Jack will protect you from every scum in the Earth, even if it means abducting you and keeping you on his bed for him to cuddle up to every night.

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #jack the ripper x reader #jack the ripper #jack the ripper record of ragnarok

[melodop]

Purple Rain

Note: This fanfic is not mine! This was made by the lovely R.J! ♡ I really do hope you enjoy and feel the same happiness as I did while reading!

Running through the heavy rain, shivering as Doppio accidentally stepped in a puddle, splattering water all over his purple jeans. The man had forgotten that this evening would be a cold rainy night. Of course, he had checked the weather beforehand. Thinking he’d get home before that period. Unfortunately, he had a meeting that took a little too long and now has to run back home in the freezing weather. Raindrops dropped from the pink-haired man’s face down on the sidewalk.

He’d surely arrive back drenched. It wouldn’t be surprising if he was sick the next morning. Even if he took a steamy, hot shower and made himself some chamomile tea, the closest thing he’d get was a stuffy nose and sneezing a ton. Sprinting through the street. The route home felt a lot longer than usual even if he was running as fast as he possibly could. Growing tired, his legs were about to give out. Needing a small rest even if that heightened his chances of turning ill. He’ll still get sick so why does it matter?

Bright lights illuminated a nearby bus stop, which was dry and could protect Doppio from the rain for a temporary moment. Sighing in relief, the man took cover and sat on the seat. His pink hair was stuck on his forehead due to his head and body being completely wet, and messy across his forehead. He sneezed, shivering as the cold temperature still lingered around him. Holding his drenched suitcase on his lap, gripping its handle tightly. Sniffling, he didn’t know how long he would stay covered by the rain. Wishing he was home now.

The weather didn’t seem like letting up at any moment. And waiting till it gets a little calmer seems impossible as it got heavier and heavier the more he stayed. Bouncing his leg and tapping his foot on the ground, stressing out. Praying that a miracle might happen, he didn’t care what it would be as long as he could get home safely. Even if he’s currently sopping wet. Whether it would be the rain stopping or just the temperature outside being warmed, he didn’t care at all.

It seems to be Doppio’s lucky day, as his wish got answered. In some way.

Hearing wet footsteps from his left, Doppio glanced over to see a pedestrian with an umbrella and a small jacket. They stopped near the bus station, looking at the pink-haired boy. They stared at each other for a brief amount of time. The man with the umbrella spoke up. “Are you okay, you’re very cold and wet. You’re taking shelter right?” The purple-haired man assumed correctly when Doppio nodded his head. The pedestrian smiled, meaning no harm to the poor man. Closing his umbrella and stepping under the bus stop for protection. The small metal bench didn't have room for two people, so he had to stand.

“You’ll be sick after this. I can't imagine you coming home and not falling ill.” He joked. Doppio laughed softly in response. “Yeah, would be a miracle honestly. Reporting in sick when you're sick is horrible…” Sighing in disappointment. “Well I wouldn't mind taking care of you if you're sick, I love helping people.” The purple-haired man stated. “Oh, I did forget to introduce myself, didn't I? My name is Melone.” He stuck his hand out for a handshake with a soft smile. Doppio hesitated a little before giving him a shaky hand. “Nice to meet you Mel-” Before he could finish his sentence, he sneezed again, turning his head away to avoid sneezing on the stranger. Melone pulled away in shock, startled. “Sorry! I didn't do it on purpose!” Doppio apologized, panicking. While Melone just shook his head. “It's okay, it wasn't intentional. Plus I'm wearing gloves anyway.”

The pink-haired man sighed, ashamed of himself even if he was assured it was fine. “My name is Doppio…” He introduced himself. Praying this won't make it a lot worse or awkward. “Nice to meet you, Doppio. You are an unlucky one huh?” Melone giggled. He does have empathy for the boy though.”Staying here won’t make it any better, I should be home as well.” He continued to talk, staring at the empty streets as the lamp poles illuminated. The shops were closed and the interior looked like a ghost house and the street lacked its usual activity and felt a lot more abandoned.

Doppio looked down. “Yeah, but getting even more drenched would surely result in me getting sick. Well- I'll already turn sick but I don't want it to worsen!” He complained, not angry at the man he just met. If anything he was more worried about himself. Imagining the days going by and him being stuck in his bed all day. Sure that sounded very amazing at first, however, Doppio prefers to be doing at least something other than binge-watch the latest series or movie franchise and falling asleep to take naps every so often.

Melone frowned. “I can always walk you home.” He proposed his idea with gripping the dark purple umbrella. Willing to help the man not get soaked further when they’re walking together to his house. Doppio looked at him with surprise, denying the fact something unbelievable like this would happen. Wanting to accept it badly, he still had second thoughts, especially about the well-being of Melone. “Wait- Wouldn’t that make your walk back home longer as well? M-My home is only 8 minutes away from here so I can just run again, right?” Doppio came up with an excuse to let the man walk on his own. While clinging to the fact he’d love to accept the suggestion.

“I don't mind a small walk in the rain, I'll be fine.” Melone opened his umbrella again, glancing at the man. “So, let's go, Doppio.” Insisting the man should follow him so they walk down the street together back to Doppio’s home. Holding the umbrella and stepping out the bus stop, covering himself with it. Doppio was still hesitating. It was either running through the rain for 8 or more minutes, or safely walking home with the stranger he just met. In the end, he accepted the offer. Gripping his suitcase tightly, walking towards the stranger as he was now covered by the umbrella, smiling awkwardly.

The two men walked along the street in silence. The only sound around the two were the wet footsteps of them walking, the rain drizzling on the umbrella and the slight wind brushing against their face. It made Doppio shiver. Staring down at the sidewalk. He was getting sleepy, especially since he had been worn out the entire day. Due to his subconsciousness, he didn't realize he was about to step into a puddle. Melone pulled him a little closer to make sure he didn't step into it and drenched his pants and shoes. “Careful where you step, you won't be lucky again.” Melone spoke, skipping over the puddle with the man. “Thank you…” Doppio thanked the man, wondering how he had so much patience.

The walk back felt a lot more comforting. Especially since he wasn’t getting showered by the rain, although it was still extremely cold. Internally planning to go take a warm shower and cover himself with a ton of blankets in hopes of somehow not becoming sick the next morning. Sniffling the snot back in his nose, he’d maybe have a stuffy nose, but that’s the least of his worries. He rested his head on Melone’s shoulders subconsciously. Making the man stop in his tracks, a little confused. “Are you okay, you’re a little sleepy, huh?” The purple-haired man questioned, bringing his hand up to caress Doppio’s wet hair, making him snap out of his sleepy trance again, backing up slightly, just to get a few raindrops on his head before Melone stepped closer to cover him again. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

Doppio’s face went a little pink, not knowing if it’s because of embarrassment or Melone’s kindness and patience. Nodding again. “Sorry again, I’m just- very tired…” He laughed at the end of his apology to not make it too awkward. Blinking a couple of times. The other man just shook his head. “It's alright, you don't have any harm. It felt quite nice though, even if you're completely wet.” Melone was expecting he would be resting his head on his shoulder again, sadly he didn't do it. Maybe because it had to do with trial and error, or it was purely embarrassing for the other. A little disappointed.

“You know, I don't like walks in the rain, but this time it feels fun...” Doppio confessed, scratching his head. Being with Melone felt a lot comforting. “Sure is.” Melone agreed. This felt pleasant. “Is it maybe because you aren’t walking alone and I can keep you company?” He assumed. In his own opinion, he did feel special for walking with Doppio, nevertheless, Doppio could have a different feeling about it. “Well- Yeah, it is enjoyable.” Doppio admitted, correcting Melone’s assumption. It made him feel very pleased. “I enjoy it too…”

The two had chattered and walked a long way, until Doppio realized the street they were in. His apartment was nearby. Disrupting Melone while he was talking by pointing at an apartment building. “Sorry for interrupting you but- I’m already home now.” He told the man. It made both of them disappointed that their interaction ended so quickly. This was probably the quickest 8 minutes that Doppio had experienced, maybe because he was having fun. The pink-haired man stared at the building, a little uncertain. “Hey, I’ll walk with you till you get inside.” Melone told him, with Doppio being comfortable enough to accept it and walk with him to the entrance of the building.

Doppio rummaged through his pockets for his keys, eventually finding them and opening the door leading into the apartment in general. Holding the door open, he gave one last glance at Melone. “Thank you again. Your name was uh…”

“It’s Melone.”

“Yeah, thank you Melone. I hope we’ll get to see each other again…” Doppio said his goodbyes to the man as he entered the apartment, the door closing in front of Melone as he saw Doppio run up the stairs. Leaving footprints of his shoes on the stairs. Stepping back and watching up from the apartment, where he could see Doppio on the fourth floor running to his apartment and finally entering it. Looking down, a little sad it ended too soon, but then again he’d hope to see him again some day. Walking the opposite direction back to the busstop.

The way back was a lot more lonelier for Melone.

4 days later

Doppio looked out the window, he was on a bus heading over to the city to do some errands for the boss, considering his boss was a pretty anti-social guy, and also to keep his identity anonymous from the public. These days felt a lot more quieter, although he loved the peace and quiet, ever since he met Melone he’d miss that feeling of being close to him. Especially since Doppio doesn’t know anyone besides his boss and a couple of co-workers from Unita Speciale.

Unfortunately, Doppio had indeed fallen ill for 2 days, mostly sleeping the entire day and consuming warm food and drinks to help him get better. These days were terrible for the man, knowing he’d have so many errands to fulfill. Though he was surprised to hear that Diavolo spared him and just ordered him to do the grocery shopping today. Crossing his arms, he was nearly at the city. Which was also somewhere near the place he met Melone.

The bus stopped for a brief moment as new passengers entered the bus. He didn't pay attention to them, it was none of his business as he continued to stare out the window. “Excuse me, can I sit here?” A familiar voice rang behind him, Doppio turned around to indeed be met with who he had expected to see. It was Melone, his eyes widened. The two stared at each other for a brief moment. Although Melone, didn’t seem to recognize him. Maybe he already forgot about him? Or it was because Doppio decided to have his hair loose today. “Oh!- Sure.” He looked away, refraining any sort of eye contact from the man. Melone thanked him and sat down. Was this a coincidence? Did Doppio make this a little too awkward and should’ve he just told Melone it was him?

“Hey, Doppio.” Melone elbowed him. “You do remember my name, right?”

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Grateful Day 11.26.22

Super late posting but I’ve been dealing with one life event after the other. My sister ended up hosting on Thursday which meant I could relax and take my time cooking Friday/Saturday instead of rushing around like a crazy person. It went well but also started some family drama being that none of the usual guests were invited. For our sanity’s sake, of course. I thought it would be dropped and we could all move on but we can’t. Yeah family. So anyway I finally had the spare time to get on here and just blog how I’ve been wanting to. And let me tell y’all.

I’ve Got Some News.

First, I want to start of by thanking everyone who supports me here. Especially those of you who have been here from the beginning. It means a lot to me that my blog has been an inspiration or even a safe place for some of you on your parenting journey. I know it’s got more personal and less *advice-y/* over the years but I’m leaning towards that direction, with a little twist. 

  I know I’ve made a lot promises over the past few months, regarding consistency, and while I feel awful about it I also realize I set myself up for failure. I don’t thrive off of hard schedules and so I’ve opened myself up to simply offering one post a week at any time during the week. Do you know how many times I’ve gotten on here to post but realized it wasn’t Sunday so I put off preparing a post and then it stayed in my drafts? A lot. I want to be able to share authentically and take breaks as needed without the pressure of only being able to post on my one day a week. 

  Additionally, I’ll make one post purely for advice and questions I’ve gotten over the past several months. You all have sent me 100s of questions/calls for advice that have gone unanswered so I want to take the time and support those who have been supporting me. That particular post will be released on a consistent date because the questions have already piled up. You can look forward to my advice column on Fridays at 3pm. 

With all of that out of the way...

I’ve been super busy prepping for baby#4 these past few weeks. Not so much with actual baby stuff, but with spending a lot of time with me “big” babies in preparation for being secluded with a newborn for, at least, 3 months. The amount of stares and unsolicited “You should be resting” I’ve gotten has increased since I’m the size of a whale at this point, but I truly live for my little outings with my little ones. As I approach my due date, I realize I have an unwavering fear about developing PPD so I think I’m forcing myself to be happy and busy so I don’t think about it. Ah well, as is life. 

The kiddos are doing well and rushing this baby out. Thalia is homeschooling well with me and we’ve decided to take that route for as long as it’s comfortable for us all. It’s definitely been experience and I’m a former teacher! Solomon and Zoe like to join in but often end up convincing me that Thalia needs a break and will rescu- I mean kidnap her from me and run outside. We’ve been taking it day by day and they’re all growing so fast as I’m sure you can see in the photo. They’ve been praying for the baby every night and have asked me multiple times if I could “grab baby out” which has been fun to explain to a two toddlers and a 5 year old. 

Our little family is growing and thriving as best as it can and I hope yours is too. This year has been hard enough with all the nonsense going on in this world so I hope you’re taking the time to care for yourself.

Until next time, 

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