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Hair- Mizu x fem! reader

Tags: Fluff, mild angst? (Again idk how to tag guys, somebody who does know please tell me that would be amazing <3), gender reveal (reader discovers Mizu is a woman), mentions injury and violence, maybe a slow burn? (might make into a series)

Notes: in 2nd person (you), 995 words, Mizu x fem! reader

Context: you and Mizu are friends with romantic tension, also it’s a bit awkward between you two after you find out she’s a woman

A/N: Hello there. Fanfiction. Read it. Hope you enjoy. I’m going to get back to doing school work now. Or I’ll procrastinate and make a part 2.

Also this is inspired by a scene that was cut from the show where Mizu plays with her hair.

Toodles, love Yamz x

Mizu huffed, frustrated as she tried to tie up her hair. It was normally a simple task, however, on this morning it was not.

In a scuffle with some assassins, Mizu had hurt her arm quite badly. Although it was the day after the battle, the pain still lingered. Pain was not the only thing that lingered, but an awkward air. After yesterday’s battle, you treated Mizu’s injured arm, finding out that Mizu was not the man you thought she was.

She was a woman.

The image of your shocked face when you pulled down her haori lingered in her mind, like a reflection in a window pane.

The two of you sat on the floor of the inn, with a noticeable gap, getting ready for the day. Her annoyed huff brought you to look up from the mirror you were holding. You turned to her chuckling softly, “You alright over there?”

She shot you a small glare. “I’m fine.” She attempted to tie her hair up again but the strands cascaded out of her grasp. Her arm fell to her side, she sighed a little defeated.

You crawled behind her, propping yourself up on your knees. Taking the hair tie from her hand, you began gathering her hair together.

Mizu hesitated before uttering, “What are you doing?”

“Shaving your hair off.” you casually remarked as you brushed the knots out of her long hair with your fingers.

Mizu jerked her head back to face you, grabbing your wrist.

“I’m joking! I’m tying up your hair, obviously.” you laughed.

Mizu’s lips curled to a frown, her grip loosening.

“Just let me help you out.” She let you move her head so she faced away from you. You shuffled a little closer to her, her back up against your front as you continued brushing through her hair.

Mizu relaxed a little as your fingers softly graced her. She thought of how gentle you were with her. Something she wasn’t used to.

Her usual contact with people tended to be violent to say the least.

Mizu thought of a time before she had to shave her hair as a child. How her mother would tug and pull at her hair, telling her to sit still.

Your touch was nothing like her mothers.

You were careful and soft, touching her as if she was silk.

Mizu closed her eyes with a small sigh of relief as you gathered all her hair into one hand, using your other to smooth out any bumps.

“Sorry I don’t have a comb. I think I lost it in the heat of things yesterday. Hands are nature's comb anyway.”

Mizu hummed in response, melting under the way your hands moved through her hair.

“All done.” You pick up the mirror, holding it so Mizu could see your handy work.

She opened her eyes, catching yours in the reflection.

“Not bad right?” You smiled at her through the mirror.

Mizu smiled back, “not bad. You didn’t shave it off.”

“Don’t give me ideas.” You tried to brush her cowlick behind her ear but it failed to stick.

Turning around, she chuckled. The two of you became face to face “for every strand of hair you cut, is a finger lost on your hands.”

You felt the heat of her words touch your face, eyes widening slightly at your closeness . You sit back on your feet, creating a bit more distance between the two of you. “Well I guess my fingers are safe.”

“For now.” Mizu smirked.

You crossed your arms, hiding your hands away from her. You playfully glare at her which she returns before the two of you start laughing.

After the laughter subsides, Mizu gazes at you with soft eyes. “Thanks…Uh for helping me with my hair.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m happy to help.”

“I won’t be like this for long.” She adjusted the sleeve of her haori.

“I know. You always spring back quickly. By the end of the day you’ll probably be fighting the whole town with no problem. And even if you’re not, and you still need my help, I’ll do your hair.”

Mizu smiles again, bowing her head slightly. “Thank you.” She paused thoughtfully, her gaze lowering to the floor.

Noticing the slight shift in mood, you offered a kind smile. “Everything okay?”

“It’s nothing.” Her eyes flickered to yours.

“There’s always something.”

“It’s just… I don’t understand.” She looked down at her hands.

“What is it you don’t understand?”

“How can you be so normal? You know my secret. I’ve been deceiving you for so long… How can you act like it’s okay?” Her blue eyes gazed into yours with worry.

“Because it is okay.”

“But I lied to you. I am not a man.”

You took a breath, one which felt like an eternity to Mizu. “Listen, I understand why hide the truth from everyone. It’s easier to walk as a man in our world than it is to crawl as a woman, and it’s easier to keep a secret if you’re the only one who knows it.”

“Well… Ringo knew.”

“What?!” You exclaimed. Mizu winced slightly.

After a brief pause you continued, “That’s… fine. A-anyway, my point still stands. I’m not angry or upset with you because I get it.”

Mizu stayed quiet, reflecting on your words. After a moment, she speaks. “You are very kind to me… I’m not sure if I am deserving of it.”

“Well, I give my kindness to whomever I want so whether you think you deserve it is not for you to decide.” You crossed your arms. “I think you are deserving of my kindness and compassion, and you’re not the boss of me so, nyeh.” Your serious facade couldn’t stay up as you began smiling.

Mizu chuckles, putting her hands up in defeat. “OK, OK, I won’t talk more about it.”

“So we’re OK?” You asked carefully but with a smile gracing your lips.

“We’re good.”

“Good.”

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The Greatest Thing - Lockwood x fem!reader

requested by anon: Hi, I love the way you write! I was wondering (if requests are still open) if you could write a Lockwood x reader where reader's mother died when she was little for some reason, and by taking on a case reader and Lockwood find themselves having to fight the ghost of reader's mother ? And maybe even Lockwood calming Reader down after the mission? Feel free to change parts. (btw: sorry if English is terrible, I'm Italian, English is not my native language)

my lovely you don't need to apologise for your English, it's better than a lot of actual English people I know (myself included) <333

sorry this took me so long, but hopefully you enjoy!!

for reference, the song that's mentioned is specifically Nat King Cole's version of Nature Boy from 1948 <3

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: swearing (only a lil), brief mentions of cancer (not explicit though), idk if there's anything else

I did just copy and paste the tag list from DTH part 9 so feel free to not read this if you don't want to! <3

It was nearly one in the morning when the telephone rang.

This was odd, because the phone had been broken for a little over twenty years.

It was more sentimental than anything else, and it was kept as a reminder of someone long gone, as was the typewriter that sat on the shelves next to the telephone, on top of the case it came in so that it could be admired. There was a record player too, although that was in perfect working condition, unlike the other two objects.

The ringing of the telephone woke up the inhabitant of the bedroom, and he groggily rubbed at his eyes as he sat up and turned the light on. The glare made him wince, but when he realised the broken telephone on his shelf was ringing, his eyes shot wide open. He scrambled for the working phone on his bedside table, trying not to panic too much and failing as he punched in the numbers. The line rang three times before someone picked up, and his breathing was shaky.

“Hello? I think there’s a ghost in my bedroom.”

~~~

“Lockwood? You awake?” Y/n pushed open the door to the library, making note of the dim light that shone under the door. Her voice was quiet, just in case he’d actually managed to fall asleep, but as soon as she stepped inside she saw him sat in his usual armchair with a book.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“Not really. Dad’s just phoned me.” She took the chair next to him, watching as he put a bookmark in place and held the book closed on his lap.

“Ah, that’s who was calling.” He frowned. “You don’t sound too happy about it.”

“He thinks there’s a ghost in his room. Said the old telephone that Mum bought ages ago started ringing just now. He wants us to come and check it out as soon as we can.”

“How do we know it’s not just… someone calling?”

“It’s broken, Lockwood. Has been for ages. Pretty sure it was broken when Mum got it, but she thought it looked nice.”

“Right. Well… you know the house layout, and where things are. And if you’re not too tired… I suppose we could head over now? Only if you wanted. Your father is welcome to stay here if he wants, too.”

“Thank you, Lockwood. I don’t know that I’ll be able to sleep, not knowing Dad’s in danger. And he won’t want to go outside at this time of night anyway, not without a safe route to somewhere else. You sure you’re alright with going on a case now?”

“Of course I am, Y/n. Especially for you.” She tried not to flush too much at how sincerely he had said it and pushed out of the chair.

“Okay then. I’ll just… go and get changed.” She was still in her pyjamas from earlier. Lockwood was, predictably, in a suit, just without the jacket and tie. She was certain they were a second skin on him now.

“Meet me by the front door in ten? I’ll get the kit ready.”

“Sure. Don’t forget the biscuits like you did last time.”

~~~

It took five minutes of quietly moving around the attic so as not to wake Lucy for Y/n to get changed. She wasn’t entirely successful in being silent, since the floorboards creaked every two seconds and she fell over trying to get her jumper on because she got stuck inside it and didn’t see the corner of her bed, but somehow Lucy slept through it all. Y/n headed downstairs, wincing when the steps groaned under her weight, and went to find Lockwood in the basement. He was nearly done packing up the bags, and when he caught sight of her his smile was blinding.

“You all ready to go?”

“Yeah, think so. I’ve been thinking, about what the Source could be?” she said, although her voice lifted at the end to make it sound more like she was asking him a question. Lockwood nodded, zipping up the second kit bag and handing it to her when she reached for it. “I feel like the phone is too obvious, but if it’s some sort of Poltergeist it might be a good idea to check anyway. There’s quite a lot of things that could be a Source, actually. Mum loved collecting old stuff, said it reminded her of her childhood.”

“She wasn’t an agent, was she?”

“No. No Talent. Not with a capital ‘t’ anyway. She was amazing at loads of other things though.” They were in the hallway now, grabbing their rapiers out of the stand. Lockwood shrugged on his coat.

“What do you know about the history of the house? Any murders or deaths that could result in a Visitor?”

“No. There was Mum’s, but Dad got the place sorted out as soon as he could. DEPRAC came in and cleared the room.”

“Well, we’ll see what we can find, yeah?”

“Yeah. Thanks,” she said when he opened the front door and gestured for her to go first. Lockwood must have called a cab, because now there sat one just in front of the gate. “I told Dad to get into the kitchen and turn the table lamp on, ‘cause a couple years ago he got iron strips put in the floor, so he should be alright in there. We can get this taxi to wait for him and bring him here, right?”

“Of course. That was a smart move, both the iron strips and your suggestion. We’ll make the kitchen our main retreat, then.”

Ten minutes later they were pulling up outside her childhood home, and as soon as the taxi stopped Y/n was opening the door and rushing to greet her dad. Lockwood was talking to the driver, paying him for the journey they’d just taken and asking if he might stay a little longer to take a passenger back to 35 Portland Row.

“Hi, Dad, you alright?” Y/n breathed, wrapping her arms around her father.

“Been better, love. I’m glad you and your boyfriend are here though.”

“He’s not my boyfriend, Dad,” she said, feeling heat creep up her neck. “Lockwood’s my boss.”

“I just thought that since you talk about him all the time, y’know? Lockwood this and Lockwood that.”

“I’m gonna walk away now, I think. Have fun with the ghost!” she joked, knowing that she would never leave her father in a house where there was a possible haunting. “We, uh… we thought it might be best if you went to Portland Row for tonight while we work here. It’s a standard procedure to not have the clients in the house, but normally they’ve got somewhere to go and a bit more notice, and Lockwood said you can take his bed if you wanted. We have also got a sofa, but it’s not nearly as comfortable as a bed.”

“Alright, love. You’ll be alright, just the two of you?”

“Yeah.”

“I take it he’s keeping that cab for me?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay then. I’ll see you in the morning, love.” He must have known that she would ask him to leave the house because he reached behind him and picked up a bag, hoisting it over his shoulder and planting a quick kiss on her cheek.

“Bye, Dad!”

She watched as he sent a small wave over his shoulder, shaking Lockwood by the hand and thanking him for the offer of a place to stay, and then he was getting in the taxi and going back the way that she and Lockwood had come from.

Lockwood had the keys to the house in his hand, and before he unlocked the front door (her father had locked it when he’d seen the taxi approach) he turned back. “Are you sure you’ll be alright?”

“I can do this, Lockwood. For my Dad. Besides, if something’s only just surfacing now from one of the antiques, it can’t be too bad can it? I mean, it didn’t hurt my dad.”

~~~

As it turned out, it was quite bad.

Not in a holy-shit-this-ghost-will-kill-us way, but more in a holy-shit-why-does-this-house-feel-worse-than-a-graveyard-at-night? way.

Y/n had grown up in this house, had only really moved out two years ago, and she had never once felt unsafe or uneasy. Walking around it now, though, doing initial readings of sensations and temperature, she wondered how her father had managed to stay positive. Most things she just got echoes of her own childhood, her laughter as she ran through the halls while her parents chased her when she was three, baking in the kitchen and licking the bowl when she was five, crying when she tripped and slid down the last couple of steps on the stairs and grazed her knee at the bottom, and her mother pressing kisses to her hair and a plaster to her tiny injury when she was six. But underneath it all there was a malaise, something unsettling that seeped into Y/n and Lockwood’s bones and made them cautious.

“Does it normally feel like this?” he asked when they made it to the top of the stairs and around most of the rooms, one hand on his rapier hilt. They hadn’t drawn their weapons yet, but they knew it was only a matter of time.

“No. Dad would have said something.” The thermometer beeped, alerting them of a drop in temperature. Lockwood checked it where it sat attached to his belt.

“Minus two. It was three degrees just now.” They stood in silence on the landing, both looking at the thermometer. “Well, only one door left, I suppose. Do you want to do it or should I?”

“I’ll do it.” She made her way to the door of her parents’ bedroom and took a shaky breath before placing her hand on the doorknob. Immediately a rush of memories hit her, from when her parents first moved in after their marriage, to the day she was born in that room, to the countless times Y/n had crept in in the night because she’d had a bad dream, up to the point when her mother had last touched the handle. It went further, but the force of the memory of her mother made her push the door open and step over the threshold.

Lockwood was right behind her, and she heard him draw in a breath and reach into his coat for his sunglasses. Y/n whipped around to look at him just as he pushed them over his eyes, catching the last of his squint while he warily studied the bed. “Why are you putting those on?” she asked, not liking the wobble that accompanied it.

“Death glow on the bed. Are…” he hesitated for a moment, and she imagined his eyes darting between her and the bed behind her. “Are you absolutely sure that your father got the house cleaned out?” His voice was soft, like he was trying to not agitate her too much, but she got defensive anyway.

“Yes. He wouldn’t lie about something like that, not when he had a six year old living in a possibly haunted house!”

“But… and I’m not doubting you, or your father, I just need to know, were you here when the house got cleaned out after your mother passed?”

“No, Dad sent me to my friend’s house. He said it wouldn’t be good for us to be in the house while they were working.”

“So you never actually saw people cleaning out this place?” She froze, catching on to what Lockwood was getting at.

“No,” she whispered, turning to look back at the bed. Her mother had died in it over ten years ago from untreated cancer, completely unexpectedly. She’d gone peacefully at least, in her sleep, but it had broken the two members of the family that had been left behind. Her father had told her that he’d call DEPRAC and get the house cleaned out, to keep the two of them safe, but now as she grabbed a hold of the doorknob again she realised there was no memory of people coming in to do that job. “Shit. Shit shit shit shit.”

“Hey,” Lockwood said, sunglasses still perched on his nose. “It’s alright. We’re agents, and we’re Lockwood and Co. I know… I know this won’t be easy, Y/n/n, but we can do this. You can do this. Just breathe in, and back out. Good. Right. Have a think: what in here could be the Source? Hey, focus, Y/n.” His tone grew a little harsher as he grabbed her shoulders, pulling her away from the door.

“Why wouldn’t he clean the house?” Her breath was coming too quickly now, and her eyes couldn’t settle on any one thing. “Why, Lockwood? Why wouldn’t he do it?”

“Because sometimes we love someone too much to have them gone forever.” Her eyes finally stopped moving around, instead meeting his and making her draw in a breath at the vulnerability in his eyes. His voice had been rough with emotion, and immediately she thought of the door on the landing back at 35 Portland Row. As quickly as he had opened up, his walls had snapped back into place, and he was leaning back and smiling softly at her. “Let’s try not to focus on that too much, yeah? Maybe the phone?” As though he had summoned it, the old telephone on the shelf started ringing as soon as he finished talking. “Okay… that was weird.”

“It’s not even got wires attached to it,” Y/n breathed.

“Visitor is definitely a Poltergeist then. There’s no apparition which is good, because no ghost-touch. That’s also bad though. No way of really knowing what the Source could be.” She tuned Lockwood out, knowing that he would just be talking himself through the situation they were in, and kept on staring at the telephone. It hadn’t stopped ringing.

Music suddenly started blaring out of the record player, despite there not being any record to play. It was a song that Y/n recognised, although she couldn’t remember where from.

“Is that… is that ‘Nature Boy’?” Lockwood asked, glancing incredulously at the record player.

“Oh my god. Yeah. It was Mum’s favourite song, specifically this version.” Her mother would often be found with it playing on the record player in the study downstairs, and she’d told Y/n the story behind it a million times. She’d been adamant that Y/n never forget the words, and now as it played she knew it was her mother haunting this room.

“I think it’s broken,” Lockwood said when the song skipped back to repeat the last section of the song.

“The greatest thing…”

“No, it’s not. Maybe it’s the record player? Maybe that’s the Source?” The music stopped, and she knew she was wrong. “Okay… so the telephone is the Source?” At once the music started again, but from a different point.

“But very wise…”

“Is… is your mother helping us?”

“I think so.”

“… Why?”

“Maybe she just wants to move on?”

“But very wise…”

“Okay this is freaking me out a little bit now,” she said, moving over to the telephone. It stopped ringing when she got close enough to reach out and touch it, and she glanced at Lockwood. “Silver net?” He wordlessly passed her one, his sunglasses still obscuring his eyes. His face was impassive and she couldn’t figure out what he was thinking, but he was focused on the record player. It had continued playing from where her mother’s ghost had skipped back to help them, and was finishing up the last lines of the song.

“The greatest thing… you’ll ever learn… is just to love… and be loved… in return…”

The room became silent after that, and both Lockwood and Y/n stood staring at the record player. Nothing moved until Y/n finally broke out of whatever world she had disappeared into, slowly placing the silver net over the telephone and wrapping it carefully. At once the temperature lifted, and just before she had finished containing the Source of her mother’s ghost she heard a sigh in the air, as though someone was finally being allowed some peace.

“We should head over to the furnaces,” Lockwood finally said. “Unless you wanted to put it in a silver glass case?”

“I’ll talk to Dad about it in the morning.”

“Alright. Here, let me…” he stepped over and gently removed the telephone from her hands. “Why don’t you go and sort out the kitchen, get all our things together? I’ll get a taxi for us.” Y/n nodded, not taking her eyes off of the bundle in his arms. “Y/n?”

“Hmm?” She was unfocused, untethered to this world, and his voice was muffled. She vaguely noted Lockwood putting the Source down and coming closer to her, and then he was hugging her tightly, pressing her into his chest and his lips to her head when she drew in a shaky breath and sobbed.

“It’s alright. It’s alright.”

She wasn’t sure how long they were there for, her crying into his dress shirt and him rubbing her back and whispering softly to her, but by the time she pulled back, her sobs reduced to slight hitches in her breath, her throat was sore and her eyes puffy. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, Y/n.”

~~~

It was nearly three in the morning when the telephone rang.

This wasn’t odd, because this time it was Lockwood phoning Portland Row to let them know that the ghost had been dealt with, and he and Y/n were coming back.

Y/n had remained silent for the duration of the taxi ride back to 35 Portland Row, staring out the window with her eyes looking at something that Lockwood couldn’t see. He knew what it was like, to be in her position, but he had no idea how to comfort her other than just being here. She’d gripped him earlier, when they were hugging, like she thought he might be the next one to leave. It had broken his heart and made it swell at the same time that she had held him so tightly, but now he was left to wonder how else he might help.

She was still silent when they walked through the front door.

Her father came out of the living room to greet them, and Y/n had frozen, rapier mid-air while she went to put it away in the umbrella stand. Lockwood had put his own rapier away, and the sound made her snap out of whatever trance she had been in and finish her previous action before taking one last look at her father and running upstairs. Lockwood shrugged off his long coat, hanging it on the stand.

“It was her mother,” he said, looking at the stairs instead of at the man he was talking to. “I think she’s upset that you lied to her, about clearing out the house.”

“I couldn’t-” he broke off, coughing slightly to clear his throat when emotion clogged it up. “I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

“I know.” He could barely look at that door on the landing most of the time. He turned to face Y/n’s father. “But you made that house unsafe. You got lucky. She was a Poltergeist, but completely unaggressive like they normally are. Very lucky, in fact, because there was no chance of you being ghost-touched. But still, you should have told her.” The man nodded, tears starting to fall on his cheeks.

“I suppose you put the Source in the furnaces then?”

“No, actually. I asked Y/n what she wanted to do, and she said she’d talk to you. You could keep it, so long as it was in a sealed silver glass box. You wouldn’t have to lose her again.”

“That would be great, thank you. Is it safe here overnight?”

“I’ll put it in the storeroom downstairs,” Lockwood smiled, one of his classic customer service smiles, and moved towards the kitchen. “Whereabouts did you decide to sleep in the end? The living room?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright. Well, goodnight, sir.”

“You’re a good lad, Mr. Lockwood. I can see why my Y/n likes you so much. Goodnight,” he waved, disappearing into the living room and closing the door behind him. Lockwood stood in the hallway, Source still wrapped in the silver net, and tried not to blush too much at the way those words had been said.

~~~

“What are you doing in here?”

Y/n jumped at the sound of Lockwood’s voice, and immediately felt a little guilty for intruding on his personal space. “Sorry,” she muttered. “I didn’t want to wake Lucy up, ‘cause she hasn’t been sleeping well recently, so I came in here. Sorry.”

“That’s alright.” He went to grab his pyjamas, then did a double-take. “Is that my shirt?”

“Oh.” She looked down and flushed. “I didn’t… I forgot that by not going up to the attic I wouldn’t have anything to sleep in, so… yeah.”

“Oh.”

She wished he would say more, because his gaze was as heavy as the silence that settled over them after that single syllable.

“Lockwood?”

A pause. “Yeah?”

“I can leave-”

“No!” He swallowed thickly, then repeated himself. “No. I mean, no point waking Lucy up, is there? I’ll be back in a bit, just… going to go get changed.” She watched him leave, and then five minutes later she watched him come back.

“You alright?”

“Yeah,” he answered, sounding anything but. He looked… nervous? Why the hell was he nervous? “You?”

“I’m alright.” She tried not to laugh, settling for an amused smile instead, and waited for him to get into bed next to her and turn off the light. Once it was dark (or as dark as it could be with the ghost lamp outside the window), she heard him shuffle around in his bed so that he was facing her. The outline of his face was barely visible, but it was enough that she could make out where his eyes were, and where his faint smile was. “Lockwood?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. For earlier.”

“I already told you, anytime.” They went quiet, just enjoying the comfort of Lockwood’s bedroom. “I talked to your dad, by the way. He said he didn’t want to lose her again, so I’ve offered to sort out a case for the phone in the morning. I also told him off for lying to you, which terrified me, because your dad is not a small man.” Y/n let out a snort at the last part, and she saw the faint light from outside light up Lockwood’s teeth as he grinned.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I did. Back at the house, you were… well, I’m not really sure what you were. But you weren’t you, and it scared me. It’s like you went somewhere else, Y/n. I just can’t lose you, is all.”

“Oh.” Now it was her turn to not say much, and she could feel him fidgeting.

“Your dad said something. About you.”

“What? What did he say?” Her heart was beating faster, not knowing if he’d said something good or bad.

“He said that you like me a lot.” Now her heart was thumping for a different reason.

“Well, yeah. It’s difficult not to like you, Lockwood, you’re a very likeable person, you know? Very-”

“Why are you nervous?”

“What?”

“You’re talking really fast. You do that when you’re nervous. Why are you nervous?” Damn him for knowing her so well.

“Uh… I just… I don’t know.” She did know, but how could she admit to her boss that she had the biggest crush on him while they were lying in his bed together?

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have- it just sounded like he meant it in a… in a like like way.” She took a deep breath, and decided to bite the bullet. At least if it was dark she couldn’t see his face when he rejected her.

“He did. I… I’ve liked you for a while, actually.” There was no response, and suddenly it all seemed like a terrible idea. “Lockwood?”

“How long?” There was no discernible emotion in his voice.

“About two years?”

“So… since you got here?”

“Yeah, basically.”

“You’re telling me,” he started, frustration seeping through, and she shrunk in on herself a little. “You’re telling me that we could have been together this entire time?!”

“Yeah, I guess so. Wait,” she frowned, “wait what did you just say?”

“It took us removing your mother’s Source from your childhood home and your father telling me that you really like me for this to happen?!”

“… Yeah?” She heard him bring his hands up to his face and groan, and then heard him shuffle around again. A moment later his hand was touching hers, tentatively at first, then lacing his fingers through hers and tugging her closer to him when he realised he’d found her. She ended up curled into his side, her head in the crook of his neck, and his arms wrapped around her torso under the duvet.

“Well I know you’re free after we wake up, so right after we get the glass case sorted out I’m taking you out for food.”

“Like a date?”

“Exactly like that.”

It wasn’t long after that that the pair of them fell asleep, and before she drifted off in Lockwood’s arms, she couldn’t help but think how her mother had been right about loving and being loved, and how it was the greatest thing in the world.

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barclaysangel · 8 months

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Junior Wheeler if he was 9 years old during season 1 of Chucky (oneshot)

Hey y’all! I could not for the life of me figure out a proper name for this oneshot, so this is what we got. This AU totally escalated and I needed to write something involving it. In this AU, Junior is 9 and the younger cousin to Jake. Caroline and Lexy are also twins and 9 years old in this AU, but they won’t be mentioned in this oneshot.

Idk if I’ll continue writing this AU because I hate following the show’s timelines. But if y’all just want fun found family stuff where Junior’s 9 and doesn’t follow any timeline, then maybe I’ll do that instead. Also I wrote this within 3 days and without rewatching 1x08 so this is all by memory. Pls lemme know what you thought about this! Comments help fuel and motivate me!

Enjoy :)

Tags: @series-thoughts @zelinksupporter @streets-in-paradise

Word count: 2.3K

Junior didn’t mean for things to get this far.

Chucky wanted him to kill his dad but he couldn’t. How could he? Sure, his dad was mean sometimes. Sure, he put Junior on a diet and was constantly having him run laps. Sure, if his dad was angry he would grip onto Junior’s shoulders so tightly that he would leave bruises—bruises that would be obvious right now if he didn’t have a shirt on. But that didn’t mean that he wanted to kill the only adult left in his family.

And then his dad called him and his mom a “quitter”.

What happened next was something he couldn’t quite process just yet.

His dad started to go downstairs and without thinking, Junior’s temper got the best of him.

He pushed him down the stairs.

His dad stumbled forward and then fell, smacking his head what looked like a hundred times before finally making it to the bottom…

…and a pool of blood began forming from his skull and slowly surrounding his body.

After that, it was like a blur.

Everything seemed to go far too fast for Junior to control and the next thing he knew, he was at Chucky’s house with that blonde woman that looked so familiar, Tiffany.

Wasn’t he supposed to feel different now? His dad was dead, Junior was finally free…but why didn’t he feel free? He didn’t feel safe. He couldn’t even eat the chocolate chip cookies that Tiffany gave him, his stomach was just twisting in knots.

One door, one…two…three…four windows. He noted in his head, going back to a habit he had whenever his dad yelled at him, counting every single exit strategy he could find.

It felt like he might need it, with all the Chucky dolls that were in the room and the other woman that called herself Chucky. Something about her seemed so bold yet also mean. But it’s not like Junior had anywhere else to go. He had no parents and he doubted that Jake would want to be around him. Junior was always a brat to him. Jake would rather be with Devon.

Except Devon was tied to a chair right now and kept staring at Junior, wanting him to help him. But there wasn’t anything Junior could do, he was too afraid. He just had to keep looking away.

At least Tiffany was nice to him, he could accept that. There was something almost motherly about her, but it made him want to cry if he focused too hard on that.

He missed his mom so much…

“Well, I don’t see a lady.” Junior suddenly heard the woman Chucky say to Tiffany, having been so distracted that he missed almost the entire conversation. The way woman Chucky stood up and faced off to Tiffany reminded Junior far too much of his father’s intimidating stance.

Before he had time to really try and find more similarities, Tiffany smacked the woman Chucky so hard she fell to the floor and the slap was almost loud enough to echo in the entire room.

Junior gasped and jumped, his eyes now locked on the fallen woman. Then, it was like something strange happened. She seemed to have woken up, looked around the room in both confusion and horror, and then looked right at him.

Suddenly, she didn’t look like she did before. She looked almost afraid and panicked.

Maybe it was because Tiffany hit her? He thought to himself.

Then Chucky, the one in the doll that Junior had been carrying on him until he got to the house, told Tiffany to kill her.

Tiffany looked like she was about to cry but the woman Chucky didn’t look at her. She kept looking at Junior instead, staring at him in a way as if she was trying to figure out why he was here. But she should’ve known that since he had been there for almost an hour, right?

“Junior, kill her!”

Junior was snapped out of it, blinking a few times as he stared at the doll. “W…what?”

“Come on, you already bumped your dad off already! She shouldn’t be any different, she can’t even move!” Chucky snapped at him, once again reminiscent of his father.

Junior looked down at the woman again and she was shaking her head just slightly. This time instead of looking fearful, she held a comforting gaze, whispering something to him about how it was going to be okay. He wasn’t sure if that was actually what she was saying, there was a roaring in his ears and his heart was racing far too fast. He couldn’t breathe and soon his vision blurred with tears filling his eyes.

I don’t want to do this!

I don’t want to kill anyone!

I just want Jake!

I want my mom!

I want to go home!

A small squeak of distress left Junior’s lips and then Tiffany was lunging at the doll Chucky with what looked to be a small knife in her hand. Before he could keep watching, the woman Chucky’s hand grasped onto his shirt and tugged him down, moving to his knees. Then her hands were around his face, a gentle grip on him to keep his face right in front of hers.

“Look at me, okay?” She said quickly. “Don’t look behind me, just look at me. You don’t need to see that.”

She was probably right because Junior wasn’t sure if he did want to see since he could hear both Tiffany and doll Chucky screaming, so he kept his eyes on the other woman.

“What’s your name?”

“Huh?”

“What’s your name, kiddo?”

“J-Junior…Junior Wheeler.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Junior. I’m Nica, Nica Pierce.”

“I thought your name was Chu—”

“I’m not him,” Nica quickly said, “He…he’s not here right now, I am. I won’t hurt you, I promise.” She spoke in a reassuring tone and even though Junior wasn’t sure if he believed her, something about her genuine eyes made him think that he’ll be okay.

“How old are you?” She asked this time.

“Nine.”

“You’re so young…are you in fourth grade?”

Junior shook his head. “Third.”

“What’s your favorite subject?”

“English…I like reading.”

“That’s good, reading is really important.” Nica smiled softly at him and Junior couldn’t help but to return the smile.

“Do you like music?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“What’s your favorite song?”

“...‘We Got The Beat’ by The Go-Go’s.”

“The Go-Go’s? You got good taste, kid.” She chuckled a little.

Chucky’s voice screaming out cut off the questions, “YOU FUCKI–!”

Nica’s hands moved up from his cheeks to his ears, cupping them in an attempt to block the sound of the angry doll’s cursing. Junior couldn’t hear what exactly she was saying but through the muffled noise, he could understand enough that she was telling him that it’ll be okay and to breathe.

He didn’t understand the “breathe” part at first until he noticed that his breathing had picked up again. Junior kept looking at Nica and started mimicking her own breathing, in through his nose and out through his mouth. The more he looked at her, the more he realized that her eyes were gentle and comforting, as if all she cared about in that moment was him.

It reminded him so much of the way his mom would look at him.

And somehow, in all that chaos, he started to feel safe.

For just a brief moment, Junior looked over Nica’s shoulder to see Tiffany starting to approach them, a needle in her hand. “What are you doing?” He blurted out without thinking, not entirely sure if the needle was meant for him or for her.

Nica seemed to know the answer because she whipped and immediately moved herself up enough–somehow not moving her legs despite Junior having seen her walking before–to shield him with her own body, and even had her arms out to make sure he stayed behind her. “Tiffany, please. Let Junior go. He’s just a child.”

“I’m not gonna hurt him! I’d never hurt him,” Tiffany said as she waved around the needle, certainly not making Junior feel relieved over her comment, “besides, he has no father anymore. No mother. And every little boy needs a mother.”

“And you think you’ll be a good enough mother for him? Tiffany, you’re a murderer.” Nica spat out, venom in her voice.

“So is he,” Tiffany retorted in a casual tone, “he pushed his daddy down the stairs. He already has such great potential!”

“I didn’t mean to…” Junior whispered so quietly he barely heard himself. But Nica must have, because she didn’t move away from him at all. In fact, she moved herself just enough that she almost completely blocked his view of Tiffany with her head.

“You manipulated him,” Nica started, “you and Chucky both did. What he needs is stability and he sure isn’t going to get it from you.”

“Of course he will! He’ll be with us!” Tiffany replied enthusiastically and took another step closer to the both of them. “My twins are getting older, they’ll be adults soon and they’re off doing their own things. But with you…we can start over! We can raise Junior and be a happy little family!”

Twins? Junior thought to himself, unaware that Tiffany and possibly even Chucky had children. What did that mean? Were they humans like Tiffany? Or dolls like Chucky? Junior doubted he’d get an answer nor did he fully believe that he wanted an answer anyway.

Once again looking over someone’s shoulder, there was a man. He didn’t recognize him but there was a gun in his hand, looking at Devon and then at the three of them. Junior opened his mouth to say something but Nica beat him to it.

“You really think that you’re capable of having a family and being happy?” Nica laughed sarcastically, almost sounding like Chucky for a moment. “You’re not. Everything you touch, you destroy. You don’t know how to love…and you certainly don’t deserve love either.”

Tiffany looked at Nica as if she had been the one to get slapped, shaking her head with tears now in her eyes. “No…that’s not you saying that, Nica baby. That’s Chucky.”

Nica leaned a little more forward to face Tiffany, away from Junior and he was now able to see the man getting closer as quietly as he could until he was almost right behind Tiffany. “Oh no, Tiff…this is all me. Not Chucky. Me.” She said strongly, keeping herself in front of Junior.

Before Tiffany could do anything, the other end of the gun that the man was holding connected to her head. He must have hit her much harder than when she hit Nica just a few minutes ago because she was unconscious before hitting the ground.

There was silence for maybe a second or two before the man pointed his gun at Nica. “Kid, get away from her!”

Junior’s eyes widened and he tried to throw himself in front of Nica. “No!”

His attempt failed because Nica immediately used her arm to push him back behind her. “Junior, stay back!” She told him quickly and kept herself in front of him in a protective manner.

The man still had the gun pointed at them, more at Nica but Junior was right behind her, but she began speaking to the man. “You’re Andy, right?” Nica asked him and Junior supposed that she took his silence for a yes. “I’m Nica. Chucky, he-he possessed me but I’m not him, I’m me. I’m in control right now.”

The man—Andy—didn’t seem to believe her so Junior managed to speak up. “It’s-it’s true…Tiffany hit her and then she was Nica. She’s nice to me…please don’t kill her…please…”

Junior started to find it hard to breathe, tears filling his eyes once more just as Nica spoke again. “Andy, please. I’m not going to hurt anyone, just please put the gun down…you’re scaring him.”

Andy looked right at Junior, not saying anything before he slowly lowered his gun and Junior felt like he could breathe again. “Are you Junior?” Andy asked him and he nodded after a moment. “Your cousin, Jake, told me to find you.”

Jake’s okay…he wanted to find me…I’m not a brat to him! He must love me then! Junior thought to himself but decided not to voice them out loud. Instead, he looked over at Devon and pointed at him. “Chucky tied Devon up. He needs help.”

Andy nodded and put his gun in his pocket, going over to untie Devon. Junior managed to hear Nica quietly say something along the lines of, “Did I do that?” before she turned her attention back to Junior and cupped his face softly. “You okay, honey?”

“Uh huh.” He nodded, no longer feeling like he was about to burst into tears. That was a good thing, his father would complain about him not being a man if he did end up crying.

Nica smiled gently at him, her eyes so caring. “We’re going to get you out of here, okay? You’re gonna be back with your cousin and be safe and sound before you know it.”

“But…what about you? You’re coming with me, right?”

“I can’t stay here, I don’t know what Tiffany will do to me. So I’ll be leaving too,” Nica reassured him and smiled at Junior again, “we’ll figure everything out together. You ready to go, Jun?”

He didn’t know what was going to happen next. Where he or Jake will go, what will happen to Nica. He hated not knowing. But he didn’t have any other choice. He couldn’t stay here. He couldn’t stay with killers even though he was one now.

So Junior nodded and looked at Nica as bravely as he could.

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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Hello! Me again if you write fallen angel aesthetic on pinterest you can find it. Ty again <3

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff (??) word count: 1.3k

summary: playing tag with chishiya

warnings: slightly ooc chishiya, canon typical violence, probably not canon complaint, i've written tag so many times and i'm never consistent with it lmao, mentions of blood/death, not really romance (??) he holds your hand at the end idk

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

additional note: tbh i still don't really know what that means ?? pinterest just has pics of the wong kar wai movie (great film btw go watch it) and i couldn't figure out how to incorporate that but i remember your first ask having something about dark humor (at least i hope it did) so i tried to add that in but idk how well it comes across

requests open !! read my rules first

the night air is cold as you lean back against the wall next to chishiya. you can faintly hear the music playing from his earbuds. he keeps his head low, hood pulled fully over this face as he silently observes the other players around you.

you lean over to nudge him, making him take an earbud out. “give me one.” chishiya raises an eyebrow at you, slowly handing you the left side of his headphone. “i want a cool soundtrack playing in the background while i die.”

you can see the nervous looks from the other players though you ignore them as two more men walk up to the table. they each silently grab a phone, signing in before stepping aside next to the staircase. “excuse me,” a man approaches them. he’s wearing a blue t-shirt underneath a blue flannel shirt. he holds his phone in his hands, anxiously looking down at it before back up at the men. “could you help me? i don’t know what’s going on.”

“you have a visa, on the phone,” one of the men begins. his dark, shaggy hair is nearly blocking his eyes. he’s wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a light blue jacket. “you have to win the games to earn more visa days.”

next to him, his friend harshly elbows his side. “are you crazy?” his hair is bleached blonde, though it looks brassy in the dim lighting. “we don’t know him.”

his friend’s eyes widen before he slinks back to his side. the man who asked for their help nervously looks around before an announcement begins. “registration closed. game: tag. difficulty: five of spades. rules: find the button in a safe zone within the time limit while avoiding a tagger. game clear: a player presses the button in the safe zone. game over: the time limit is reached or the tagger eliminates all players. the tagger will begin moving in five minutes.”

you push up off of the wall, handing the earbud back to chishiya. he takes it, shoving his makeshift taser into his pocket. “let the fun begin,” you murmur.

you follow chishiya to the elevator, getting off on the ninth floor. he leans over the balcony edge, staring down at the other players. “we can see everyone from up here.”

you look over the edge, watching as they nervously look around. “they all look like they’re about to die.”

“as usual.” chishiya hums.

at first, time passes somewhat uneventfully. the tagger is wearing a horse mask to cover their head and face. their footsteps are heavy as they make their way through the various hallways in the apartment building, shooting at anyone they see along the way.

a woman in a pink tank top jumps down onto a balcony before pushing her body up over the edge. “a climber,” chishiya murmurs. “interesting.”

two women stand in the middle of a hallway. the tagger raises their gun to aim when they see them. the climber is quick to jump back down onto a lower floor before hoisting her body over the edge and hiding behind the wall of the building.

gunfire sprays at the two women she left behind. one of them falls to the floor immediately. her friend drops to her knees beside her, shaking her lifeless body. she sobs, standing back up. “i’ll kill you!” the tagger doesn’t react, instead shooting at her again. she also falls next to her friend in a pool of blood.

“at least the tagger is a bad shot.” you mumble.

“we can use that to our advantage.” chishiya says. you hum.

the tagger looks down over the edge of the balcony in a pitiful attempt to look for the woman. across the building, the man in blue you saw at the beginning of the game pulls at a door. the tagger raises their gun up over the edge and fires repeatedly at him. he crouches down, hiding behind the balcony.

another man crawls over to him, helping him up and forcing him to run behind the wall. the tagger stops firing at them almost immediately. “that must be where the safe room is.” chishiya observes.

the tagger continues moving through the building, going down into the stairwell. for a few minutes, the only things that can be heard are the gunshots that echo throughout the building. you watch as the same man wearing a blue jacket who saved someone earlier runs through the hallway, frantically pulling at the handles of locked apartment doors. he stops, leaning over the edge of the balcony. “we can win this if we work together!” he pleads. “no one else has to die! help me win the game!”

“it’s a good idea,” chishiya sighs. “too bad it’ll never work. not here.”

the man continues frantically pulling at the doors. next to you, chishiya stands up so he’s not leaning against the balcony. he pushes the hood off of his head. “that should be long enough.”

you silently follow after him as you make your way down the stairwells to the fourth floor. the man in blue pulls on one of the handles, nearly flinching back when the door actually opens. he rushes into the room, quickly followed by the tagger.

gunshots ring out, a spray hitting the door and wall around the room. chishiya pulls the door closed, holding it shut. you lean against the wall next to him. you can hear grunts from inside of the room before the man yells out again. “there are two buttons!” you let out a bitter laugh.

“seriously?” chishiya mumbles. he cracks the door open, letting you see inside of the room. the gun is on the floor, away from both the man and the tagger.

a woman hoists herself up over the edge of the window, leaning in. “you called?” she pants.

“hey!” chishiya slides the taser across the floor to her. she wrestles the tagger to the ground, pressing the taser against their side. jolts run through their body as the convulse, falling to the ground.

the man clambers to his feet, pointing up. “the button!”

the woman gasps, launching herself at the button on the left side. the man does the same to the right, pressing it simultaneously as her. you stand, following chishiya into the room. they lay on the floor, panting. the timer on the wall shines bright. “00:01.”

the man lets out a sigh of relief, laying his head down on the ground. the tagger sits up against the corner. their horse mask has been knocked off, revealing their face - a woman. her hair has been tied back into a ponytail behind her. she’s wearing a collar around her neck.

desperately, she pitifully pulls at the collar. it beeps before exploding, coating the walls and floor in red. you grimace, looking down at yourself. your jacket is covered in blood, stained from her death. “damn,” you sigh. “i really liked this one.”

the woman is the first to leave, disappearing out of the window the same way she arrived. the man stares at her body in horror for a few minutes before he rushes out of the room. chishiya kneels down next to her body, searching through the various pockets of her suit. you step away from the pool of blood, trying to clean it from the bottom of your shoes.

“huh,” he mumbles.

“what is it?” chishiya holds up a small piece of paper. you lean over his shoulder to see it better. drawn in black ink is a circle with various lines running through it.

“at least we’re not leaving with nothing.” you murmur.

“let’s get back to the beach,” chishiya stands, subtly reaching over to grab your hand. he shoves the paper into his pocket, leading you out of the room. “it must be important. now, we just need to figure out why.”

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anothermansjeans · 1 year

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death by a thousand cuts

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!reader

a/n: i’m sad and bitter and death by a thousand cuts is hitting hard. also i didn’t tag anyone bc idk who wants to be tagged in hotch fics so lmk if you want to be!

summary: saying goodbye to aaron is like death by a thousand cuts

warnings: alcohol mention, it’s bittersweet— mostly bitter. i make no apologies

“I am so in love with you,” her laugh filled the bedroom as she clasped their hands together. She felt his body stiffen under hers and the words she spoke aloud had registered. “I am so sorry, Aaron. I know we haven’t—”

But she didn’t get to finish her sentence, because he leaned up, pushing her head to his and capturing her lips. It was a long, lingering kiss, and when they came up for air their foreheads were pushed together, allowing them to share a small smile and bask in the moment.

“You’re it for me, Y/N. I love—”

She sat up in a cold sweat, heart beating as she threw her hands out to the side, searching for someone she knew wasn’t there.

It was too good to be true. She knew it the moment Aaron made any sort of move just shy of a year ago, but she was in denial— she allowed herself to fall into a safe space with him, an oasis of happiness.

She started her routine— pre-Aaron routine, got out of bed, immediately going to make herself coffee while staring off into space, doing the newly added task to said routine. Wallowing in the past.

“Hey…”

Y/N looked up from her desk and gave a small smile. She found it juvenile but she always had a tiny crush on the slightly older man. “Hey, Hotch.”

He seemed to stand there idly, just looking over the knick knacks scattered across the desk, “you’re here late?”

“Yeah, after this case I just… couldn’t go home alone.”

His eyes screamed that he understood. “Yeah, it was—it was terrible.” She nodded her head in response as they both stayed there, looking at one another, waiting for the other to do something.

“Well you’re probably wanting to get—”

“I was wondering if you wanted to—”

They both began to speak at the same time, and the beginning of Hotch’s sentence caused a light blush to appear on Y/N’s cheeks.

“You speak,” she said, not being able to form a more coherent sentence.

“I was wondering if you wanted to get a drink with me.” His hands were now stuffed in his pockets and he took a breath, “Jack is at a sleepover and… you don’t want to be alone right now.” A look of disappointment crossed her face, but as soon as it hit Hotch, he cleared his throat and looked off to the side. “I also really want to get a drink… with you. Just you.”

When his eyes finally reached hers, he could see the brightest smile she wore in the past week. “Yeah, yeah, I would love to go out with you.” With both of their cheeks dusted a shade of pink, she grabbed her bag and they left the bullpen.

The sound of her coffee maker stopping pulled her out of her daydream. Pouring the coffee in a mug and putting on her other counter slowly adding in some cream. She stopped and her eyes went over to the clear cabinet in the corner, immediately finding the whiskey. She was off for the next week, she just had a break up, and she’s sad. She’s allowed to day-drink once in a while.

After adding the liquor to her coffee, she walked over to her couch, only stopping when she passed a mirror and saw the absolute mess she was. Her eyes shift from head to toe, taking in every inch of her body. Her heart, her hips, her body, her love— trying to find a part of her that he didn’t touch, a part that he didn’t take up.

Tears began to run down her face the longer she looked in the mirror. More memories of happy moments— moments she won’t get to share with Aaron anymore, pop into her head.

“So, how do you plan on telling Jack?”

He stood behind her in the mirror as she put on her necklace, hands placed on her hips as his lips brushed against her neck. “Hmm, I’ll tell him we have a great love… one for the ages.”

Y/N chuckled as the necklace was now clasped together, and she turned around, putting her palms on his chest. “And you think he’ll be okay with that?”

“He’s obsessed with you, Y/N. He’ll be thrilled.”

It hurt to think about. It hurt to think that that conversation was only two months before it fell apart. Sobs went through her body as her mind brought her to the day the windows of their love were boarded up.

Y/N stood in front of Aaron as he packed his go-bag, hers already at their feet. “Aaron, you were going to say something before you got that call.”

He huffed in frustration while he finished packing, not looking at her. “And it can wait.”

“No it can’t,” she gently touched his arm, causing his movements to stop. “It sounded important. Like it couldn’t wait another week.”

Tossing his bag to the side, he plopped down on the bed, holding his head in his hands, “we can’t do this anymore.”

She heard him, but refused to accept it. “Excuse me?”

Moving his head, he looked into her eyes, the eyes that were already forming tears. “We— we can’t do this— us— anymore. Two weeks ago you got hurt really badly and it made me think of Haley and—”

“I am not her, Aaron.” Her voice was firm, trying not to crack.

“I don’t want you getting hurt—”

“I won’t get hurt, I’ll always be here—”

“And how do you know that, Y/N,”. he shouted louder than expected, and he took notice of her wide eyes. “We play a dangerous game with our jobs and I don’t think I will ever recover if something were to happen to you.”

“Aaron—”

“No,” he cut her off, tears streaming down both of their faces, “and— and I don’t want something to happen to me and you not be the same person you are. You are extraordinary, Y/N, and I never want you to lose that. I need you to move on from me now, before it’s too late.”

She stared at him for a minute, seeing that he was serious. “O-okay,” her voice was barely above a whisper, and he could barely look her in the eyes. “I’ll uh, I’ll see you in the jet. Goodbye.” As she walked out of his room and house, she felt that goodbye was death by a thousand cuts. Slowly slicing her one at a time until she was finally breaking down.

She was dumbfounded that day. She didn’t expect to wake up in his arms just for him to push her away within the hour. He wanted her to move on, but to her that just wasn’t possible. Their story might have been over in his mind but Y/N, she was still writing pages.

She tried to calm herself down, thinking about the future and what it has to bring, thinking of the potential rekindling they may have in store, thinking of anything that will stop the waves of sobs coursing through her body. Losing a love like Aaron’s hurt like hell, but in time, she’ll be alright.

She’ll be alright, it’s just a thousand cuts.

#criminal minds fanfic #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotchner x female reader #hotch #hotch x reader #hotch x female reader

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pebiejeebies · 6 months

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This is cancelled sorry

Update on my new object show!! BLISS!!

BLISS: Beware *whats* Lurking Inside *this* Sweet Sanctum (Object show name :3c)

Tw: mentions of mental abuse, full caps, curse words, eyestrain

So basically, the story is about a host (Semi colon) who has tried to get contestants to join her show, but NOBODY cared! So she slowly lost her sanity (haha reminds me of someone.. uhm.. not me..) and thought, “Hey?! What if I just.. MANIPULATE THEM into joining my show by saying ‘Oh look! Cool thingy that cares for objects health blah blah, then BAM! OBJECT SHOW!!” Because in Semi colon’s world, nobody talks about their health, so if there was some sort of free therapy for the inhabitants, they won’t say no! (I know, it’s stupid-)

This is generally a sort of dark humor show (if it wasn’t obvious), about (idk yet) number of “patients” will fall for the trick, thinking they were going for some sort of offline group therapy sessions, to be met with a lame object show that slowly makes them turn on EACHOTHER!! (Yayy another unoriginal show!!! *sobbing*)

And of course, Semi colon.. is going to make sure, they play in her show this time! Not make everyone forfeit before the show starts!!

(Visual reference is going to be hidden for now, I just need to see if anyone is actually interested in this shit lmao!!)

Of course, “we” (as in me for now) will make a separate blog that me, and said team that want to help with this, we will post our beautiful comic type object show, on tumblr!! With extra details like polls and asks!!

I have very big plans, if we all have what we need, this will work out!!

These are all the roles:

Artist(s) Answers: none - (a person or two, three or four, who will draw/answer most of the asks on the blog!)

Storyboarder(s): none - (a person or two, three or four, who will storyboard my words into action for the comic artists!)

Background artist: none - (a person who will draw backgrounds for the show with full credit!)

Character Model/Prop artist: none - (a person who will draw the models so that the comic artists could use for the show with full credit!)

Comic artist(s): none - (a person or two, three or four, who will make the characters walk, talk, and interact with eachother by making the storyboards into action!)

Character Lore Keeper(s): none - (a person or two, three or four, who will collect all the details for all the characters and keep them safe and private, unless I ask you to post about it)

Co-Host: none - (a person who will take care of all the roles above, and keep everything in its place, while solving the problems that the host couldn’t fix, and a lot more.. btw I’m still going to make some sort of test for this, but tell me if ur interested anyways, )

Host: @pebiejeebies - (me)

and dw, I will give everyone their full credit on the blog! I’ll never steal your work and call it mine <3 (do tell if I’m forgetting an important role too!)

(Keep in mind, I’d like at least two or three artists that are willing to answer the asks! They could go with the flow in the answering section, from scribbles to very detailed and colorful art, this is basically fun for the viewers so they don’t feel useless! The asks will be either about a question for a certain character, or just a curious/normal question!)

What’s the prize? Freedom!! Imagine being forced into an object show, on a very small and limited island, every day losing a part of your sanity with OTHER contestants that are ALREADY are losing their sanity!!! THIS IS GOING TO BE CRAZY FUN!! (crazy? I was crazy once—)

Anyway, that’s about it for the show atm, I still don’t know how many contestants, or who is willing to help me with what exactly or be my co-host incase anything happens to me.

but for now, I need to know if anyone actually is interested in this!

Do I make the blog?

@bliss-object-show (will be its name, don’t be a bitch and steal it..)

(tagging: @woodrocko, @sillyosclover, @smoken-bagel, @trashbins-stuff, @yourfriendlyshapeshiftermonsters)

because you offered to help me, so yeah, if you like this, dm me what role you want, with an example or two, the more examples, the more likely I’ll choose you!/nf

You can basically show me any scraps of old art, or make new ones, anything will work! But do keep in mind.. I have the complete right to say no.. so even if I hate hurting somebody’s feelings, I will not say yes if I don’t like it.. okay? Okay

I hope you had fun reading this! Tell me what you think, be completely honest (I love hearing other opinions, so don’t worry about sharing a new idea or a recommendation, etc!)

Bye bye!

#object show #new object show #osc #blissos #bliss object show #bliss os #object show community #os #object shows #bliss #help wanted #help needed #help

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piecebread · 2 months

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Hello!

I should’ve made this as my first post but anyways.

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if your on my page (or something, I’m not good with my English, bear with me) well hello!

As I have said in my description, I’m a minor! As well as an artist, I have been for a few years meaning around 3-4 years now.

Now I’m really really shy, if you repost my art without my permission I’ll be scared and not respond and tell you, to ask my permission. Yea. I’m afraid of everyone on this site. Anyways! Moving on!

oh and I would appreciate it, if you credited me, for the art you repost. That would make me happy :)

Oh! If you make any fanart of any of my ocs I would love it if you tagged me so I could see the fanart! you can add my features tag/ mention tag (dunno what to call it) which is #piecebread

Reblogs are completely ok! (From future Piecebread)

I’m also free to talk too (if I have time) , any questions or requests (idk what to call em, I’m dumb) are welcome!

If there are any questions relating to any of my ocs, I’ll probably draw em, answering your questions. Like a Q n A!

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if your gonna be asking any questions in my “ask anything!” Box (idk what to call it) , please be appropriate, I would not like any inappropriate questions.

that would include: age, where I live, etc…

Those questions are not tolerable, and if your about to ask those questions seen above, I would appreciate it if you let me know.

along with homophobic, racist and other forms of offensive questions. Those questions are also not tolerable, and I would appreciate it if you respected other people’s privacy.

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my pronouns are she/her.

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Right now at the moment i’m back in the phighting fandom.

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Since I’m a minor I’ll have school, so I’ll try to post my art, or try to respond to your question, to the best of my abilities!

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oh and, sometimes I’ll be taking long to short breaks (depends). Either I’m busy, doing school work, or just lazy

((I think I’ll be adding more to this post in the future))

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Anyways that’s from me, now go eat some bread and sleep. And have a nice day/evening/or night!

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and please, make this page a safe space for all.

#hello tumblr #pinned post #yayyyyy #im new to this #pls help #Piecebread

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jemgirl86 · 6 months

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Author Question Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @siancore & @six2vii ❤️

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

237,514 (gotdamn 😳)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

SamBucky SarahBucky SamSteve

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Don’t Look Any Further

Stolen Moments

You’re Blowin’ My Mind (With the Things You Say to Me)

We Need a Resolution

Since You Came In

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Ehh I used to regularly. I still try to respond to the comments on Stolen Moments, because it’s my Casablanca, my Godfather, my… Ferris Bueller’s Day Off lmaooo, though I’m kinda slow about it. Listen, in a perfect world, I’d respond to every comment, but at this point I’m just lucky if I get the fic posted. My readers know I love them (all five of them lol).

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Your Secrets Are Safe With Me

I mean, it definitely had the most ominous ending lol. SamBucky’s relationship had nowhere to go but down.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Almost all I do are happy endings. If I wanted to see my fave have a bad time, I’d just watch his show 😒😂 Anywho, I want to say Stolen Moments has the happiest ending, because they get to live happily (and safely) ever after, but… can that be the happiest if someone… Hmm never mind idk, I’m just gonna say Stolen Moments lol.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes lmaooo. Folks have lost their minds lol. Hell, sometimes it’s not even about the fic. Sometimes it’s just some idiotic college kid & their friends, pressed because I said it’s wild to ship the “he murdered her mom” fanon couple… in a post… on here… on my own blog, and so they try to come into my comment sections on ao3 being cunts unprovoked… Or it’ll be some unhinged Bucky stan, upset because I had the audacity to mention something that actually happened in canon, again, here on my own blog 😂😂 Anyway, that’s why my comment sections have restrictions on them now.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Umm no, not really lol. I think the closest I came was the restroom encounter in Wanted; does that count?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nah. I have to stick to the rivers and the lakes that I’m used to.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Many many many moons ago

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nah… I don’t think I have the… qualities needed for that lol.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Sheesh I’m just gonna say SamBucky ‘cause they’re my OTP of the moment.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I still have hope that I’ll finish my WIP that’s posted: Weep Not for the Memories, and I don’t want to jinx myself 🤞🏾

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm. I think I’m realistic when writing stories, or at least as realistic as the plot allows. Like, for example, you ever read a fic with a kid, and you can tell that not only has the author never talked to a kid (or even met a kid) as an adult, but they’ve also somehow forgotten everything about being a kid? Well, yeah, that’s not me lol. If there’s a kid in my fic, they’re gonna be more Huxtable than Griffin — not to use the word normal, but they’re going to be normal.

I also think I write family interactions pretty well. Plus I’m good at adding drama that’s soapy, but that could also totally happen. This is just a long winded way of saying, I can write characters that seem like someone you could meet, and that’s harder than one might think.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Smut. Definitely smut. Enjoy reading it, feel super weird writing it. (It’s probably my inner cradle Catholic jumping out lol.)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Okay, I think I’ve done this like once maybe. Anywho, I think it’s cool; I just don’t really ever end up doing it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Friends

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Shoot, I enjoy tf out of all of my fics. Sometimes, I’ll be rereading them on the edge of my seat, waiting with bated breath for what’s gonna happen next 😭 Welp, this wasn’t the question, but let me just name three of my faves for y’all:

Stolen Moments: My almost 100K word SamSteve/SamBucky love triangle soap opera epic. It’s fun, if I do say so myself.

Your Secrets are Safe With Me: Over 5K words of Bucky being problematic in the name of love. This was my foray into something “dark” lol.

Tell it to My Heart (Tell Me I’m the Only One): The first fic in my Inspired by Reddit Posts series. Sam and Bucky are in the same Waffle House; is it big enough for the both of them??? lmaooo

#tag game #sambucky #my fics

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secretsandwriting · 2 years

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Murder Made Us Do It

Part Twelve: A History On Cults

When a killer targeting couples manages to avoid both the Justice League and the Devil Fugitives, the two “enemies” decide to work together to bring him down. How do you catch a killer targeting couples? You bait him with couples. It couldn’t go wrong, right?

TW WARNINGS: Mentions of child abuse, death, human experimentation, kidnapping, electroshock therapy, phycological abuse, phycological horror, gunshot wounds, autopsies, bullet removal, shrapnel removal, animal abuse, organs outside of the body, starvation, forced iv, blood.

Probably over tagged but I figured better safe than sorry. Anyways idk how much I like this but its good enough! I hope those of you ok with reading it like it!

SUMMARIZED VERSION WITHOUT ALL THE TRIGGERS

ALSO, if you like it pls comment or reblog with your thoughts bc i would love to hear them :D

“I really hate to have to be the one to say it… But ever since we cut contact, Matchmaker hasn’t shown up, we’ve all been feeling like we’re being watched, and we keep hearing about these people with smiley face masks. Something is going on and the only people who knew all the details are Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Jacob and ourselves. The onl-” Alistair looked ready to cry.

“And the only one who wouldn’t face direct problems from it would be Jacob.” Ry finished for him.

“But he took us in, helped us learn how to function in society, got us therapy and countless other things. Why would he do something like this?” It didn’t make sense, why would he put so much effort into helping the three of you while helping the other side.

“The biggest question is who’s he helpi-” A hand clamped over your mouth and held you down, within seconds Ali and Ry were pinned as well. A familiar weight was clamped over your neck and the pain that came with it was just as bad as you remembered.

“No! Please! I promise I’ll be good!” You begged the man in the white coat. “I promise! I’ll sit still and I won’t hurt anyone I’m not supposed to! Just please don’t put the collar on! It hurts so much!” He hadn’t listened and the power restraining collar had been forced on despite your begging.

You were pulled from your memories when you were lifted up after being securely cuffed. Jacob stood up front, talking with one of the old scientists you thought had been killed. He glanced over and smirked. His eyes didn’t hold the warmth you were used to. It was like he was someone else entirely.

“Get them in the van. Make sure no one notices.”

Why couldn’t nice things last.

Tim looked down at his phone when it pinged. Alistair. A soft smile grew on his face and the rest of the family grinned to themselves. It was cute and good blackmail material.

“What’d your boyfriend say?”

“It’s just a location. Their hou-” He was cut off by the sound of Jason’s phone. Ry judging by the look on his face. He stepped away to answer before coming back and putting it on speaker. It sounded like Trash. The chatter was clearly a racoon and he sounded upset.

“The SOS.” Dick looked sick.

“What.” Bruce stood up.

“Y/n told me that they have a three part SOS and that the order they would come in would be Alistair, Ry, and then her. But her part was just a bunch of numbers and a book-” He typed through his phone before showing them a screenshot with a series of numbers.

“That's a safe code.”

“We need to go now!”

The entire group moved fast, getting into costume before getting into vehicles and speeding away. Within record time they were entering the house. Everything looked normal until two disturbed animals came running in. Trash waved them in while Appa started moving further into the house.

They were led to a bookshelf that Trash scaled until he reached one book and tugged, looking back at the group. Damian stepped forward.

“A history of Cults?” He reached out and grabbed the book to pull it out but it only went so far before it stopped and they heard a click. Appa yowled from her spot on the ground, front paws up on the bookshelf and almost mimicking pushing it. Steph moved to help the cat and the bookshelf moved easily revealing a safe. The safe’s door was ripped off and it was empty.

“They go-” Appa yowled, interrupting Bruce and turning their eyes down to where Trash was acting something out.

“Behind it!” Jason moved and started inspecting the safe, Tim joining him. “Here. Pull!” The safe was moved and under it was another safe. “The code!” Dick put in the code and the door opened. He pulled out three files and a notebook. On the front of the books, in all caps, READ IN A SECURE LOCATION! Back to the Batcave, this time, they called the rest of the league to join them.

“Why are we here?”

“The three from Devil’s Fugitives. Ghost, Cryptic, and Hacker have been kidnapped. We don’t know why or by who but they left us everything to get into their safe where we pulled these.” Bruce set the files and the notebook on the table. “We’re going to go over them and see if we can get any information off of them.”

“Ok, why is Dick holding a cat and a raccoon clinging to Jason?”

“They’re the girl’s pets.”

The first file was scanned in and within seconds the first page was pulled up.

Subject 404

It was Alistair’s judging by his ability listed. The reality of how bad it was, slowly started sinking in. They all saw the signs of past trauma, wasted as the three refused to explain things they had asked about, how how they all had weird habits that seemed off. But they never would have realized the full extent.

They hadn’t even gotten past the first page with the training plan. Just the training plan. But it was horrific. The detailed daily schedule consisted of electroshock therapy, whatever the hell fear training was, 6 hours of training daily, then an additional 4 hours of mental training as well as a whole slew of other things they didn’t want to figure out.

The second page was worse. It was the scientist's notes. While it was all important and all extremely twisted, a few things stood out to them.

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Today pain training went well, the subject barely flinched when he was shot. Tomorrow we’ll try multiple shots.

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The subject is starting to settle down. He’s not trying to make friends anymore and he’s going quietly when the guards go get him.

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The subject is showing signs of fear towards rats. Tomorrow he’ll go through fear training and will be locked in a cage with them until he’s no longer afraid.

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Today we introduced the subject to another to compare compatibility.

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The subject seems to be working well with Subject 532.

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The Subject and Subject 532 will be introduced to the third.

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Subjects 404, 532, and 673 have been introduced and started training together. Its only a matter of time before our goals are completed.

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The subjects seem to be getting too friendly. He was put down.

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During Subject 404’s autopsy, 31 bullets, 45 shrapnel, and 392 foreign items were removed. They’re currently in the process of fixing the broken bones, once that’s complete we’ll move onto the enhanced Lazurus pit injections we created.

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The injection was just inserted into the subject's heart. Now it’s a waiting game

—---

The subject’s heart has started beating on its own.

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One of the side effects seems to be a change in blood color, It's now a dark turquoise.

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The first training session since the revival has revealed an increase of physical abilities.

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The subjects are still too close. When a guard tried to separate them, he was killed without hesitation. They’re getting stronger, we’re getting closer.

The only sound in the cave was Tim’s sobs. It was horrific. No one wanted to move onto the other files but they had too. They needed a clue as to where they would be.

The Next file was labeled Subject 532. It was Ry’s. The first page was basically the same, all the normal information a doctors office would have and then another horrible schedule plan. The Rest of the file was notes, and they braced themselves for the worst.

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Subject 532 is doing well with the fear training. It only takes an hour for her to get over most fears.

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The subject is still overly friendly with others but that could work as a cover so we’re letting it slide for now.

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We’ve found a good punishment for the subject since meals weren’t enough leverage. Give her punishments to the animals she trains with and she’ll break.

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The subject was introduced to a potential teammate. Subject 404. We’re not sure how it will go yet.

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The two subjects seem to be working well together. We’ll adjust their training to match

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A Third subject will be introduced. It’s earlier than planned but we’re progressing well.

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The first training with the third is going well. They’ve seemed to click well. Training will be adjusted again

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The subject has gotten too close with the others. We were afraid of this. Subject 532 has been terminated.

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Subject 532’s autopsy went well. All foreign objects were removed and bones and organs were patched up. Her organs will be placed in the body and the Enhanced Lazarus Pit serum will be injected tomorrow

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The Subject's heart has started beating. It’s estimated she’ll be back up in less than a week

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There's been a change in blood color as well as a few other vitals.

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The first training session went well. The subject is showing signs of advanced physical abilities and increased aggression. More testing will be needed to find the limit

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The subjects are still too close. When separation is mentioned around them they go ballistic. Its only a matter of time before they’re too strong for any chains mankind can create

Jason looked sick, between crying and screaming. No one could blame him. The things they read in the last hour were horrible. No one should have to go through anything like that. They continued on.

Subject #673

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Starvation training is going good. It’s been 6 days since her last meal and she hasn’t broken yet.

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The subject seems to be avoiding others, that's good for now

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The subject refused to drink anything again today. We’ll have to use an IV

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The subject is doing well with most of her training. She’s being prepared for her introduction with the other two subjects.

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The subject wasn’t working well with the other two until a little into the session. They’ll be good together

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Training has been adjusted to better match the three of them. However the subjects appear to be getting too close.

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As feared, the subjects became too close to each other. Subject 673 was killed.

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The subject was autopsied and put back together with the Enhanced Lazarus Pit liquid injected into her heart at the end.

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Her vitals are returning to normal and she should be ready to go soon. Her blood has started to change color.

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The first training session has revealed an increase in physical ability. This will do wonders for our goal.

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The subject has started showing signs of increased hostility, right now sh-

It abruptly cut off and blood could be seen at the bottom of the paper. There was nothing to help there. Just a list and descriptions of the horrors the three went through. That left their only hope in the notebook.

The three boys had seen enough, they had spent the last 7 months getting closer to them only to have them ripped from them and then shown the horrors the three had grown up with. But they needed to find them. They needed to save them. And they needed information for that

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caffeinelemur · 5 months

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ur tag about being picky ruining vacations rings so true. i remember going on a trip with my best friend and he took me to an italian restaurant (pasta is my safe food) and because i couldnt make it myself i had to sit there with his whole family eating and me with nothing and they all questioned it so fucking awkward 😭

Yeah my stepdad has this crusade against my “eating habits” that’s grown in intensity and stupidity since I was like eight. At first it was something between eating with the family/making me eat healthy/vegetables? (Was forced to eat food I didn’t like for several years + has a strong gag reflex + literally cannot eat things I don’t like, why would you do that) Or something, but then it also became fights during trips bc I just wanted my safety/favorite and he wanted to eat at some random fucking place in a different state that doesn’t serve food I eat anyway, and then I got Diagnoses™️ and he decided I made all of them up and lied to my doctor to get idk what attention and meds? and when we told him my doctor diagnosed most of that without me prompting it he was like it’s bc nutrition like bitch I don’t think my samefood gave me bipolar.

Anyway, we barely go anywhere and whenever we do I can’t even get excited bc I’m just like. We’re gonna fight about food the entire time and eventually I’ll just tell them to go do whatever they want and I’ll not eat anything for lunch and stay in the car bc I’m tired and overwhelmed and take a car nap with my noise cancelling headphones on loud music playing all I wanted was to spend like seven to eleven dollars to eat a decent amount of food and get a big ass drink but no now we’re doing this. You can still go you your fucking choice I’m not making you eat my food leave me in the car with a ridiculous fast food order a huge soda and music and fuck off to your own food adventure I’ll be dandy, but no. (My spectrum in a different flavor mother tries her best to get me fed somehow and is probably the only one between the three of us keeping me alive, and all she gets is anxiety. Sorry mom.)

Also somewhere right before high school I gained a fun new eating disorder and between that and my always reliable forgetting-to-eat I kept dipping below into underweight, so my doctor told me not to worry about healthy vs junk or anything right then just try to focus on eating something even if it’s chips or whatever. I had a timer on my phone to remind me it was like 11 or 2 or smth maybe try a snack?? I brought a snack size bag of chips for lunch every day it’s all I could figure out. And mom heard this and was like ok, nightly McDonald’s runs aren’t a battle anymore bc she knew my cardinal rule of food is no matter what I can and will eat McDonald’s. Like even at my most ill can’t look at a cracker I can and will eat that hamburger and be fine. I got back up to barely technically but still healthy weight for a little while bc of it. Eat your samefood your doctor says it’s fine if anyone says otherwise throw a nearby object at them and run this is the moral of the story I think

In college I survived off fast food someone helped me get and vending machine payday bars. Like I can’t drive and I lost half my silverware in that move when I was seven so now I’m running on like three spoons max. I’m like a scrungly raccoon with opinions. Little garbage rat only takes pizza from that one place’s trash. Alley cat that is too tired to try anymore and keeps coming to your porch bc you gave me something out of pity once.

My things with my foods is I will have I Can Have This Specific Thing From This Specific Place, or I Like This Sort Of Food Generally But I Have Extreme Opinions About It. Sometimes they overlap. Examples: I mention McDonald’s. I only ever order the same thing. Very specific. It’s a Hamburger (I won’t go into detail). I can eat other hamburgers but Generally I don’t want to and have opinions about them. If you do it Correctly at home it’s fine. Other places I don’t really like. On the other hand, I Have Extreme Pizza Opinions but I have several places I’ll eat at that qualify. It’s one of the easiest of my samefoods probably to find in a pinch, we just do research and try. I really love pizza so maybe I’m more open to figuring it out than I am w hamburgers bc I’m not like I love hamburgers it’s I love specifically McDonald’s lol. I also have a samedrink and it’s Dr. Pepper, which sadly is bad for my long term health and I’ve had fights and lectures about this for eons as well, but it’s far too late now and I don’t give a shit.

#caff answers #caff rants #sorry about my ranty soapbox #apparently i had Things To Say #yeah my fucking food adventures #and now im trapped in a fast foodless hellscape with no energy to cook just eating fucking cereal #and my only joy of going into town and getting my Food is trashed bc Boycott and i dont want to be a bad person but also. id like to eat.#why is everyone on earth including mcdonalds trying to stop me eating mcdonalds please fucking stop i will cry #The History Of Caffs Food Induced Mental Breakdown #when your samefoods are fast food and work hard and ur all out of fast and work

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ghostlycoyote0 · 1 year

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Alright I’ve done nothing but scroll through the tags of stuff I like so far, time to actually do the blogging part of this blogging website

So, I have this habit of thinking of elaborate crossover plotlines between everything I’m interested in. In-universe it’s all one continuous thing, but it’s very disjointed when I think of it because I usually just do one scenario and whatever would branch off of it at a time. It’s also framed as a D&D campaign, idk why, it doesn’t really affect how anything happens. Anyway, I will be talking about this crossover thing a LOT, it’s one of the main reasons I even joined this website because I know no one who likes all of the same things and therefore no one who would understand what I’m talking about. There, long opening ramble done.

Right now, the three biggest things for me are Borderlands 3, Psychonauts, and Skulduggery Pleasant

There could be some really interesting parallels between a lot of these characters. Raz, a 10 year old who saved the world multiple times and picked up psychic abilities very quickly, even though he’s definitely too young to be doing so; Valkyrie, an adult who was 12 when she started learning magic and saved the world pretty much annually for, what? 7-ish years? Sasha, a highly skilled psychic secret agent who is perfectly happy to teach Raz how to shoot lasers at will, and was very easily convinced to do some probably-not-safe experiments with him; Skulduggery, a highly skilled sorcerer detective who was perfectly happy to start teaching Valkyrie how to summon flames and displace air at will, and took basically no convincing to bring her along to fight one of the most dangerous people in the country, probably also the world.

Not to mention the parallels that Tanith alone could bring. She was in love with Ghastly for a while, but neither of them confessed in time, and when they finally planned a first date, she got possessed for years and came back to find out he had died while she was gone. Compare that to Sasha and Milla, who are very obviously in love yet will not confess.

Also, this one’s more of a stretch but still there and could still lead to some funny interactions, Tanith and Sanguine compared to Hammerlock and Wainwright. “Brit who fights monsters for a living and man in a brown suit with a strong southern American accent”, but it’s more like looking in a warped mirror than a true parallel. Tanith and Sanguine were only together while Tanith was literally possessed by a being of pure hatred who only wanted the world to end and she hated him at all other times, need I say more?

Anyway.

I want to see interactions between a lot of these characters. What happens if Sasha meets a well-dressed skeleton? What conversations would they have? “How are you uh..” “Walking around? Necromancy. Anyway-“ What about an interaction between Oleander, the guy with heavy trauma related to bunnies who idolises the military, and Tina, the girl who constantly wears a bunny mask and has killed countless people in and out of warfare with little to no remorse?

What if everyone is pulled out of their own worlds and thrown together, forced to work together to somehow find a way home? Maybe spirits are low and no one’s sure what’s going to happen. Maybe Sir Hammerlock decides to start telling a story about some huge monster that he hunted - altered to be less scary and more light-hearted because there’s at least one child present and everyone likes a fun story. Maybe Skulduggery shares a story of his own later, about a comically incompetent bad guy and how he saved the day.

One thing is for certain though: Sasha Nein is the only person to actively find and start a long conversation with Claptrap. He’s way too interested in the idea of a fully sapient robot to be annoyed.

I’ll share some of the more plot-like ideas another time but, yeah. Huge crossover. It lives in my head rent free.

#there are some more things I need to mention and I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to do that in the tags as well #1: I have not read Skulduggery Pleasant phase 2 yet #I will get to it I just have a really long backlog of books to read #2: So far I’ve only played BL3 and only the base game of it #I’m just making sure I got every side quest and doing every crew mission before I start playing the DLCs #3: I haven’t played Psychonauts 2 #I’ve played the first game and Rhombus of Ruin but I just haven’t had time or been in the right headspace to start a new game #long post #rambles #crossover #skulduggery pleasant #tanith low #valkyrie cain #psychonauts #razputin aquato #sasha nein #coach oleander #borderlands #borderlands 3 #sir hammerlock #tiny tina #claptrap #billy ray sanguine #mortal coil spoilers #the dying of the light spoilers #I think that’s everything I need to tag?

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blanket-hole · 1 year

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Do I think a cast member should be swapped into the show?

(this is about glee btw incase u haven’t seen the tags)

Cast members I would’ve liked to be swapped out for their characters:

-Finn to Cory

-Artie to Kevin

-Sebastian to Grant

Characters I think should definitely stay as characters:

-Rachel

-Puck

Cast members I love just as much as their characters so wouldn’t mind either way:

-Naya Rivera

-Amber Riley

-Harry Shum Jr

-Darren Criss

-Chris Colfer

-Dot-Marie Jones

-Dianna Agron

special mentions:

- I think sue’s the iconic villain of the show that we need, so shouldn’t be swapped out, but would love to see Jane Lynch as maybe like her none evil twin sister or smth idk

- I’m not a big fan of Matthew Morrison and am already cursed by Mr Schue’s character, therefore as I cannot return the mark he has left upon my soul, I’ll stick with Mr Schue to be safe

- I like both Chord and Jenna I just don’t know a lot about them so I wouldn’t mind either way ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

this is just my opinion but would love to hear other peoples if they have them!

#glee #glee cast #anti finn hudson #anti sebastian smythe #jane lynch #anti mr schue #glee opinions

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moon-and-stars-appreciation · 2 years

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Also I'm sorry for slightly overloading you with requests, none of these have to get done anytime soon (or at all), but... I would love to request some headcanons/general info about Ocean! (I wanna get to know her a little better cuz she seems cool!)

Soooo:

- Cuddles with Ocean! How does she (she? they? she? I'm suddenly coming to the realization now that I have no idea what pronouns are so I'll go with she because I think you mentioned she was indeed a she, but you can absolutely correct me) like to cuddle people? Does she like to cuddle people? (Platonic or romantic or whatever, with anyone she trusts, whatever you like!)

- What is Ocean's love language? (What does she like to do to show love/affection/appreciation for someone? How does she like to receive love?)

I like hearing from youuuuu and about your character and reading your writing cuz it makes my heart happyyyy :)

Damn idk if this is on the ask list???? If it is, I’ll do it separately :)

If I already answered anything off the ask list before or any of these, I’ll start over just because I want to start a tag without going back in time to tag stuff -.-

Her pronouns are she/her 😘

—Ocean, being the neglected, traumatized, hurt little bean, is in love with cuddles and would indulge 24/7 if possible, but since it’s not, she just cuddles whenever you’re up for them.

—Touch is one of her romantic love languages but if you make her uncomfortable she’s not like that around you Platonically, so really she has to be comfortable around you platonically to cuddle.

—Her favorite way to cuddle is probably the type where one person is sitting between the other’s legs? Like one is sitting upright and the other is between their legs resting on their torso, if that makes sense? You might have to know what I’m talking about to be able to picture it. It makes her feel safe but also like she’s protecting the other person if that makes sense

—She loves to give out gifts and such and loves seeing people happy platonically and romantically. Really acts of service (romantically) come naturally to her as well, because she’ll do anything to make her s/o’s life easier- or just their day. Also with physical touch, romantically she’s more comfortable in everyday life as long as she touching them in some way. Not sexually, but just like holding hands or touching knees or a hand on the other’s thigh. And she’ll take all her free time to be with them as well, so either sitting in comfortable silence or talking about anything that comes to mind, she’s more comfortable in their presence.

—So yeah I can’t pick one. Platonically, her love language is probably quality time. If she doesn’t want to hang out with you that says something 😌 no matter how introverted she is.

#Ocean #Ocean Petal #:)#that’s her first and last name

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miyagifangkai · 2 years

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Just Like You

Tagged: @thornyrose463

Request: Reader is Johnny’s daughter, Robby’s half sister. Reader was a result of a one night stand after his break up with Shannon, Reader lives with Johnny and joined Cobra Kai but left due to Johnny losing it to Kreese. Reader, Miguel, and Sam show up to the dojo after Daniel and Johnny’s fight with Kreese. As Johnny is driving back home with Reader the song, “Just Like You” by Three Days Grace starts to play and it reminds Johnny of Kreese.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Angsty, cursing, mentions of blood, and bad parenting, I think that’s it??

!!!Also!!! Took creative liberties!!! So just go with it!!! 😅

Characters Involved: Johnny Lawrence, Kreese, Daniel Larusso, Ali, Reader, Miguel, Sam, Robby, Shannon

A/N: Hi there!!! I am so sorry this took forever! Please forgive me! 🥰 Also this is my first song fic so go easy on me 😅 idk if I’ll do any more of these fics in the future.. still debating that. But again, thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy reading!!!💕

You saw the phone call from Miguel that you had missed due to you turning your phone on silent so you could enjoy your movie after a hard day at school. Your dad told you that he was gonna be late tonight so you were enjoying your time alone at the house.

You had fallen asleep on the couch to the tv. You raise up and rub your eyes feeling the sting left over from your deep sleep. You put your hair up in a low ponytail, hopefully to help battle the heat from you being curled up on the couch. You let out a small yawn and look off at the wall for a second to let your eyes adjust to your surroundings. That’s when the multiple notifications from the phone calls come through again getting your attention.

He had called you several times which meant it was an emergency. You also saw a few phone calls from Sam which worried you even more because you and her were friends but definitely not close enough to warrant a phone call.

You call Miguel back and he answers, “Y/N!”

Your eyes widened, you could hear Miguel’s voice crack so you mutter out, “Miguel?”

“Something’s wrong. Sensei– He’s not answering his phone! I called him three times and it’s been over an hour!”

Johnny almost always answered his phone for you or Miguel. Never missing a beat. Even if he did miss a call he’d call back within 10 or 15 minutes.

“Miguel, he said he’d be at the dojo, I think? Meet me there.”

Miguel agrees and you both hang up. As you’re grabbing your things you decide to call Sam back.

“Sam?”

“Hey. Miguel called me and said he couldn’t get ahold of you. He’s worried about my dad and Johnny. Have you heard from them?”

You quickly answer back, “Nope. Miguel and I are heading to the Cobra Kai dojo right now. You don’t think it’s another fight?”

You hear Sam sigh, “Probably is. I’ll meet you guys there.”

You two say your goodbyes and you get in your car and start on your way to the dojo.

You didn’t know what to think. The thought of them killing each other did cross your mind but that’s ridiculous. There’s no way they’d go that far, right?

You thought about calling Robby but you decided against it, since he declined your invite.

You had invited Robby over tonight to watch a movie but he opted out because he wanted to spend time with his new friends. You knew the real reason why but you always chose to not bring it up. Robby and Johnny have a very rocky relationship with each other; a relationship that you chose not to get too involved with. You and Robby weren’t far apart in age, just you being about six months younger than he was. Your dad used to have a pretty big partying stage in his life and when he and Shannon broke up it’s safe to say that he didn’t make the smartest decisions. Since you were an ‘oopsie’ your mother wanted to put up for adoption but Johnny didn’t want you to go through that whole process so he gained custody. Johnny and Shannon were on and off for a while which brought you and Robby close. When they’d fight and get rowdy you’d go hide in Robby’s room and you two would try to cancel out the noise.

When Johnny and Shannon completely called it quits you and Robby were separated. Johnny taking you and Shannon keeping Robby; you were heartbroken but you weren’t completely old enough to understand why it happened. Once you hit highschool you and Robby finally reconnected again and you two have been fairly close since then; but Robby and Johnny butted heads a lot. Most of the time you and Robby would hang out at different places besides your own places to avoid conflict. Eventually, you and Robby grew apart again when your father opened up his dojo, “Cobra Kai.” You met your friends now, Miguel, Sam, Hawk, and Demetri and Robby decided to join Miyagi Do just to defy Johnny.

You understood why he acted the way he did towards your Dad but sometimes it was hard to know that your brother chose his own hatred for your Father over you, definitely a hard pill to swallow. But, people dealt with things differently and Robby preferred to have space to figure it out on his own.

You had recently left Cobra Kai because of your distrust towards Kreese. The guy gave you immense bad vibes and it pissed you off. He was also extremely rude to the girls in the class and you weren’t gonna stand for that. You love karate but you weren’t going to stand there and watch your Dad fall in line with that psycho.

You arrive at the dojo and Miguel is already there. You see him standing over Johnny and Daniel. You quickly get out of the car and run up to Miguel.

“Oh my gosh, Miguel! What–”

“I don’t know.”

You bend down and put your hand on your dad’s chest to see if you can feel his heartbeat and you do. You see Daniel laying opposite of him passed out as well.

“They’re breathing but definitely beat up,” you say calmly.

You were accustomed to seeing your dad like this. He had gotten into plenty of fights over the years and you were always there to help or get help for him. You knew he was going to wake up anytime soon; but you didn’t know Daniel too well. You saw that he was already pretty bruised up and you knew Sam was gonna freak. You and Miguel both hear her car pull up and Miguel walks over to her car to tell her what’s going on, at least what he knew.

You stood back up and walked around to figure out what exactly happened. You saw the broken door, shattered glass, and some blood stains on the ground. Obviously a fight broke out but you weren’t sure if it was between Daniel and Johnny. That’s when you saw him. Half in and half knocked out. Kreese. You almost gasped. Even though you had already met him he still intimidated you. You have heard the stories, seen pictures, and you know the amount of pain that your Dad carried because of him. You wanted to knock him out again right then and there but you hear Johnny start to wake up.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

You look at Johnny with sadness and a slight mix of disappointment, “Because we got worried.”

You point at Miguel and Sam walking back up. She immediately runs over to her Dad and tries to wake him up. You hear Daniel startle so you look back at your Father.

“Oh, yeah. Shoulda called,” Johnny raises his hand to the cut on his forehead.

“Don’t touch it, Dad. You know the rules,” Johnny looks up at you and shakes his head and puts his hand back down.

“What happened?” You ask, causing Daniel to slowly sit up and everyone to silence.

“Kreese,” Daniel states with anger.

“Asshole,” you hear your Dad’s voice crack.

You look between both men and say, “Fight with Kreese?”

“Yeah,” Johnny starts to slowly stand up, batting your hand away to show his dominance toward Daniel.

Sam and Miguel help Daniel stand back up and Daniel says, “Johnny, you alright?”

Johnny nods, “Yeah. You?”

Daniel steps closer, “This isn’t over.”

Johnny looks at Daniel fighting tears, “No. This time it’s over.”

You’re shocked. You couldn’t believe that your Dad had given in. He totally gave up the dojo.

Daniel looks at Johnny confused, “What?”

You could tell Johnny was pained to say this, “He can have it. I can’t take this anymore.”

You decided not to interrupt them as Daniel stood there in shock, you started to lead your dad back to his car, quickly saying goodbye to Sam and Miguel as they took a struggling Daniel to his car.

You close the door for him and walk slowly back to your car but hear your dad yell, “No. Get in. We will pick your car up tomorrow.”

“Dad, it’s a tow zone.”

Johnny rolls his eyes, “As of right now, this is still my dojo. Don’t worry about it.”

You walk back over and get in the car, pushing the beer cans out of the way and taking in the smell of his aftershave and stale alcohol; deciding not to mention him giving up the dojo. That’s a conversation for another day.

You both pull out of the parking lot in silence until you question, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What?”

“That you were coming back to the dojo?”

“I–”

“Dad, seriously! You could’ve died! Kreese will kill you. He’s seriously messed up.”

“You don’t even know him.”

You turn to your father, angry, “I know of him!”

Johnny rolls his eyes and turns on the radio wanting to end the argument. He starts scanning the channels through the country station with him muttering, “Ew.”

He landed on the 80s channel and nothing too good was playing either. He finally gets to a channel as the commercial break was ending he’s about to turn off the radio until he hears that first verse,

“I could be mean

I could be angry

You know I could be Just Like You,”

You see your Dad start to zone out at that verse. You knew he was thinking about Kreese. Kreese was a father figure to Johnny back in the day but he brainwashed and abused your father. Johnny struggled with those thoughts a lot; feeling like he was sometimes like Kreese. He could be ruthless and cruel to the people he ‘loved.’ Johnny fought away those thoughts daily. He remembered the time that Kreese got mad at him for going soft on his friend during a sparring match.

“Lawrence! DO NOT SHOW MERCY!”

Johnny looked back up at his Sensei with fear, not wanting to hurt his friend. The whole class had gone silent by this point and Johnny never felt more alone in his life. He didn’t want to disappoint his Sensei so he hit his friend again, almost knocking him out cold.

Most of the students gasped at Johnny’s actions but Johnny feels Kreese’s hand on his shoulder and he looks up at him and sees that his Sensei is smiling at him.

“See class? That is how it’s done.”

At the time Johnny had felt some pride for himself but he still had an uncomfortable feeling for what he did. He felt like he was in the wrong for what he did. His friend was already pinned, why would he hurt him even more?

“I could be fake

I could be stupid

You know I could be Just Like You,”

Johnny had started falling in line with his Sensei; following in his footsteps. Pretending that he was the star of the class and not taking no for an answer. He had built a facade. He made himself something that deep down he wasn’t. If only Johnny could go back in time and change his ways. By the time he lost Ali because he had become a cocky asshole.

“Babe, c’mon. Are you sure?”

“Yeah, Johnny. I am sure! You’re so big headed.”

Johnny gets up off his bed and takes a step near Ali, “Yeah? Well, for good reason,” Johnny smirks, “I am the best.”

Ali chuckles, “Have fun being ‘the best’ then. ALONE.”

Johnny watched her walk away from him with tears in his eyes, praying for her not to turn around and see him like this. He didn’t want her to know that he was girly enough to be sad about their breakup. Johnny built up walls after that. Not letting anyone in besides his Sensei, the only one who could understand him.

“You thought you were standing beside me

You were only in my way

You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

You thought you were there to guide me

You were only in my way

You're wrong if you think that I'll be

Just like you,”

Johnny viewed Kreese like a father figure. Johnny regretted his actions most of the time but he kept doing them over and over again because Kreese celebrated him for it. Everything that Johnny did that made him feel guilty, Kreese was by his side congratulating him for having the guts to do it. Johnny felt alienated even in a crowded room he still felt like no one was in his corner. Sometimes even his friends turned against him for his poor choices but when things got tough he could always seek out Sensei for advice.

“Don’t worry. Life is going to find a way to screw you over. What you need to do is beat your way to the top. Don’t be afraid to play dirty. Sometimes it takes being tough and sneaky to get what you want,” Johnny sat there listening to his Sensei as he talked about screwing over everyone he loved to get to the top. Johnny felt wrong when he gave him this advice; but he listened nonetheless. His Sensei had all the right answers it seemed like so Johnny took his advice.

Now he realized how wrong that advice was. Johnny still had those ways about him because it was engraved into him but sometimes he realized that it wasn’t bad to have a sense of humility. He had followed Kreese through the good times and the bad times and even now when Kreese was trying to take everything away from him; he gave in. He didn’t want to feel the pain anymore.

The one who once was like his parental figure was now a nuisance and a danger to humanity. Johnny got a taste of that back in high school but he still forgave him for what he had done. Johnny had still let him in and took his guidance; how dumb.

“On my own, cause I can't take livin' with you

I'm alone, so I won't turn out like

You want me to,”

He finally gave in. He gave up the dojo to his former Sensei. Johnny couldn’t take the constant worry and the pain anymore. After all of the years living behind Daniel Larusso’s shadow and Kreese’s chokehold Johnny Lawrence was done. He had lost everyone. Ali, his friends from school, Shannon, Robby, and he lost you. You loved karate and being in Cobra Kai, he saw you make new friends and become a better you when you were there until Kreese walked through that door. That day you and him got in an argument, “Dad, you can’t let him come back!”

“Why not?”

“He almost killed you! You cannot let this happen. He won’t come after you but he will eventually go after your students. What if he pulls the same thing he pulled with you on Miguel?”

“He won’t.”

“Why wouldn’t he?”

“Because people change.”

You scoff at your Dad, “Not him. I’m done.”

“You’re done?”

“Yes. I am done with karate. I’m not getting caught up in his games.”

Johnny doesn’t look at you, knowing what he is doing is wrong but he can’t help it. He wanted Kreese back in his life again, what if he had changed? What if he could get his guidance back again?

“Fine. Be done with it then.”

You get tears in your eyes, “Fine.”

Johnny still hasn’t forgotten that night. How he chose the past over you. How he should’ve admitted his wrong doings and apologized, but he never did. He never said another word about that night; not wanting to admit he was wrong. You were his daughter, he’d do anything for you. Why didn’t he listen to you this time? Why did he crave his former Sensei’s attention again?

“Not anymore,” Johnny thought. Kreese wasn’t gonna win this time. He didn’t deserve it. Johnny wasn’t going to let him brainwash him again. Now all that Kreese served was just unneeded chaos in his life.

“I could be cold

I could be ruthless

You know I could be just like you

I could be weak

I could be senseless

You know I could be just like you,”

Throughout the years Johnny had cut everyone from his past out of his life, almost including you, and he fell down into the bottom of the bottle. He never gave his son the right amount of attention and he never gave you much either. Realizing that he left you to survive on the crumbs of his love and it broke his heart. He had been so bitter towards the world, blaming everyone for his mistakes.

“Dad, you’ve gotta quit drinking.”

“Get out my face.”

“I’m serious! You’re gonna get sick.”

“Good, I hope I do.”

“Dad, don’t be dumb,” you reach down and take the can off the table away from him.

“What the hell?”

“I said to slow down.”

“I said give it back.”

You start to get frustrated, “Why do you drink so much? It’s ridiculous.”

“Because life has screwed me!”

“Life screws everyone!”

“Didn’t screw over Daniel Larusso,” your Dad mumbles to himself.

Johnny carried so much resentment towards Daniel. He wasn’t only the demise of his champion persona but the demise of his relationship with Kreese. It was all because of Daniel Larusso. Johnny truly believed that fact, but not anymore. He was gonna change. He was gonna start trying to be a better person. It was gonna be a challenge but he wasn’t gonna let Kreese win. Johnny wasn’t gonna show anymore weakness; he was ready to own up to what he had done, he was going to take better care of you and become more prominent in Robby’s life, Johnny wanted to be better.

Not better in the sense of beating everyone down but better in building the ones he loves up. He wanted to be the guidance to someone that he never had. Give the right advice not the bullshit Kreese force fed him his entire life. Johnny was ready to take accountability. Kreese would tell him that apologizing was weak and worthless but Johnny now knew that it was hard to admit your wrong doings and honestly, taking responsibility was the strongest thing anyone could do.

The song comes to an end and you two pull into the parking lot and he turns off the car. You were at a loss for words. You could feel the regret and pain seeping through your Dad’s skin. You didn’t wanna look at him but then again you wanted to hug him.

“Dad?”

Johnny chooses not to look at you because he didn’t want you to see him upset, “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry,” you quietly say, “for everything.”

Johnny sighs, “It’s not your fault,” he looks up from the steering wheel and stares out the windshield. You could tell he had something else to say but he was struggling with the right words to say so you sat there in silence waiting for him to figure it out.

“It’s mine,” your Dad says, “everything, it’s all my fault.”

“No, it’s not.”

He chuckles, “Don’t lie. You don’t have to protect my feelings anymore. I know what I’ve done. I know who I have hurt. I’m going to change.”

You adjust in your seat, “Really?”

“Yes. I’m serious. I am sorry,” Johnny turns to look at you, “I am sorry for not being the best father. I am sorry for not being there for you. I’m sorry for drinking so much and putting so much responsibility on you. I am so sorry.”

You feel the tears spill from your eyes, “It’s okay, I forgive you.”

Johnny sobs. The first time you’ve ever seen that. Your father had lost it. He always held back his tears in fear of looking weak. You sat there and let him cry; you didn’t say a word. You let him finally release.

You let him cry for a little bit longer until he starts to slow down.

“C’mon, Dad. Let’s go inside, yeah?”

Your Dad nods his head and you both walk back to your apartment.

You two get inside and you hand your dad a couple of band aids and some rubbing alcohol to clean himself up.

“I was gonna tell you to shower because you stink but for tonight that’ll do,” you laugh.

Johnny chuckles and takes your offering, “Yeah, thank you,” he looks back up at you again, “Thank you for forgiving me. I am going to change, I promise.”

You smile, “I know you will,” you shrug, “Besides you’re my Dad. You’re like one of the coolest people I know.”

Johnny smiles, “Yeah? I’m still a badass.”

“Scale of one to ten of badassery? You're an eleven.”

Johnny laughs, “Get some sleep, ya nerd.”

You weren’t sure if it was the song that made him realize what he had done or if it was Kreese betraying him but what you did know was that your Dad was one of the strongest people you knew and he could handle himself and he sure as Hell didn’t have to be like Kreese.

#cobra kai #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #john kreese #the karate kid #ali mills #miguel diaz #samantha larusso #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai fanfic #william zabka #ralph macchio #martin kove #xolo mariduena #mary mouser

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ladydimitrescuspet · 3 years

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A Living Hell

ao3 link! a little bit of angst for you beautiful souls! I must admit that I hurt my feelings writing this so I ask that you send alcina some love and all the positivity that you can! as always sorry for any grammatical errors, please enjoy, and let me know your thoughts if you want to share them!

warning: no happy ending, sorry!

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“Mother, I think Y/N’s broken. They’re afraid of me, they’ve never been afraid of me.” Daniela said to her mother.

Alcina motioned for her daughter to come over to her, patting her lap. When Daniela was on her lap, her head rested against her mother. “Y/N’s...” Alcina trailed off, gathering her words together properly. “I know Y/N acts a little different around us nowadays, but.... because of that wretched man-thing and what he did, their memories of us have disappeared, for lack of a better word.” Alcina explained.

“Disappeared? Will they come back?” Daniela asked with a small frown.

Alcina pressed a kiss to Daniela’s forehead. “It’s complicated, darling. With Y/N’s amnesia, there’s no telling if they’ll retain their memories ever again. Donna’s doing all she can to monitor their progress.”

“But?” Daniela questioned.

Alcina sighed. “But it’s not looking hopeful.” Alcina replied. Daniela sniffled, her eyes watering. “Nonetheless, my sweet girl, we’ll do all we can to create new memories with them. We must, however, gain their trust again. Where are your sisters?”

“In Y/N’s room.” Daniela replied quietly.

“That’s no good. If Y/N’s scared of you then there’s no doubt that they’re scared of them as well. Up now, Dani.” Alcina said.

Daniela pouted. “Carry me, momma?” Daniela asked, giving her mother her best puppy dog eyes.

Alcina sighed again, a small smile forming on her face. “Fine, fine. Come now, let us go tend to our guest.” Alcina said as she stood from her chair, her daughter in her arms.

As they walked the halls toward your room, Daniela asked her mother some questions. “What if Y/N doesn’t want to create new memories with us? What if they never love us the same way they used to?”

“It will take time, Daniela, but we will do what we can. Unfortunately, we cannot force them to want more with us just because of how things used to be. They have to want those things on their own, do you understand?” Daniela nodded her head. “Good, good. Down you go, dear.” Alcina said as she placed Daniela on the floor before knocking on the door in front of them.

Cassandra opened the door. “Hello, Mother.” Cassandra said. “Y/N’s locked themselves in the bathroom and they won’t come out. They keep screaming that we’re murderers and they want to go home.” Tears welled in Cassandra’s eyes.

“Oh, my darling, I’m sorry. I’ll explain once I calm them down.” Alcina replied, her hand coming up to run her hand over Cassandra’s hair before cupping her cheek. “Like I told Daniela, it’ll take some time, but we will help them readjust to life in the castle.”

Cassandra nodded her head. “Of course, Mother.”

“Mother, has Cassandra told you about Y/N? They’ve been acting very strange since they woke up.” Bela said as she entered the room, a plate in her hand. “I thought it would be nice for them to eat.”

Alcina smiled at her daughter. “That’s very kind of you, Bela. Leave the plate on the vanity, I’ll make sure they eat.” Alcina said. “Why don’t you girls go entertain yourselves before washing up for dinner while I talk to them.” The girls nodded their heads before exiting the room.

Alcina knocked on the bathroom door. “Go away. Leave me alone.” You responded, the door muffling your voice.

“Darling, I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Alcina replied. “Why don’t you come out here and have something to eat? I sent my daughters away, but Bela brought you some food.”

“I’m not hungry. Can you please just leave me alone?” You asked.

Alcina sighed. “I’m afraid I can do that, dragoste.” Alcina let out a small grunt as she positioned herself to sit up against the wall by the bathroom door. “How about this? If you talk to me about what’s wrong, I’ll give you your space, okay?” Alcina suggested.

You mulled the offer over for a moment before ultimately agreeing to it. You slowly opened the door, a bit shocked to see the Lady on the floor. You sat across from her, your back against the bed. You put as much distance between the two of you as you could.

You bit your lip and sighed. “I don’t want to be here. I want to go home.” You said.

“But darling, you are home. Castle Dimitrescu is your home. Has been for a few decades.” Alcina replied.

You shook your head. “No. No. This is not my home. My house is in the village with my family. I don’t belong here. I don’t want to belong here.” You looked up at her with tears in your eyes. “I just want to go home. Please let me go home.”

You could see the pain in Alcina’s eyes as you pleaded with her. “I’m afraid with the most recent events that have happened, your home is no longer intact. And darling, your family…” Alcina trailed off.

You shook your head. “No, you’re lying. Stop lying to me. Take me home. Now.” You demanding as you stood up and walked over to her. “Take. Me. Home.”

Alcina sighed before rising to her full height. “As you wish, draga mea.” Alcina replied. “But you will not be permitted to stay on the premises, it isn’t safe to do so as it once was.” You frowned at her words, but you knew she was probably right.

It wasn’t until the next that you and the Lady of the Castle travelled down to the village. The shops were all boarded up, the homes were more rundown than the last time you’d been down there. Despite that, you could see the villagers working on their homes to fix them from the event that happened that the Lady had mentioned.

“What… what happened?” You asked as the two of you walked down the road. You thought you might have needed to give her directions, but she seemed to know where she was going. She looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, confusing etching her facial features a bit. “You mentioned some kind of event or events that happened.”

“Ah.” Alcina grimaced slightly as she thought about. “I guess you could call it an invasion. A one man invasion.” Alcina replied. She cleared her throat before continuing. “You see, Mother Miranda is… in need of something. She, well, she found the perfect thing to help her out so she took it. And we, unfortunately, suffered the consequences of her actions. You were injured during the events protecting ou- my daughters from him. He attacked you from behind with some object, hitting your head thus causing you to fall unconscious. A very heartbreaking moment, dear. And then you were in a coma and my dearest sister, Donna, has taken to monitoring your progress during your amnesia.” Alcina explained.

You frowned. “Amnesia?” Alcina hummed. You shook your head. “No. I can’t, that can’t be. I don’t… I don’t remember ever being at the Castle. Ever.” You stared ahead as you came up to the ruins of what used to be your home.

“And what do you remember?” Alcina asked, putting her hand on your shoulder.

You flinched, moving away from her. “Don’t touch me.” You snapped. “As for your question, I remember saying good night to my family and then going to sleep. Then when I woke up, I was at the Castle, in your…” You trailed off as you tried putting the pieces together. “Your eyes widened in horror. “You. You did this. You caused this.”

“Darling, wha-“

You cut her off. “Don’t act innocent. You killed my family, destroyed my home, and kidnapped me. Making up some story about some man invading the village as the perfect cover.” You glared at her. “Did you think I wouldn’t figure it out? That I would just believe your lies?” You could see the pain and hurt in Alcina’s eyes. You moved away from her when she reached her hand out to you again. “I said don’t fucking touch me!” You hissed.

“I’m sorry.” Alcina said softly. “But I didn’t do this. You… you came to the Castle to work. To provide for your family.” Alcina let a small smile grace her face as her eyes teared up a bit. “You were quite clumsy when you started out. The girls didn’t think we should keep you on after your first week, but I… I saw something in you. I made you my personal hand servant after that week. You were terrified. I remember how scared you looked when you found yourself in a room with me, alone. I can’t count how many times I had to reassure you that you were safe with me, for weeks on end. It did take a while for you to warm up to me, but after that you were very confident in your role. We got close, you got close to the girls too. Then one thing led to another. We married. And then that man-thing destroyed the peaceful and loving family I had by taking you away from us.” Alcina sniffled, a few tears falling down her cheeks.

A part of you believed her story, feeling a little tingle within yourself as she told it. But you knew it wasn’t true. “You’re very good.” You replied. Alcina stared at you, purely confused by your words. “At lying. At weaving words together to make them sound believable. You almost had me, almost made me believe that that’s what really happened.” Alcina opened her mouth to say something, but you shook your head. “Don’t bother. You want to know something?”

“Know what?” Her tone sounded a bit lost, you could tell she was beyond hurt by your words.

“That you’re a monster.” You replied. That broke her heart, you could tell the moment you said it, watching her expression crack when you called her a monster. “You take young girls from their homes, kill the men and eat them if they even breathe in your direction. Murdering those girls to use their blood for your so called wine. And call it a form of living, a way for you to survive. You’re a murderer. You’re a monster. But you see yourself as a God, like what you’re doing is okay. It’s not, it’s disgusting. You disgust me. Your daughters disgust me.”

“Y/N, please. You don’t… you don’t mean that. You don’t mean it.” Alcina pleaded slightly as she tried to reach out to you again.

You pushed her hand away, forcefully. “I said don’t fucking touch me. Do not fucking touch me.” You were breathing heavily. You shook your head. “I have to leave. I need to get out of here. You’re monsters, all of you. Every single last one you.” You started walking backwards, away from Alcina. Away from the village. “I'd say I hope you all rot in hell, especially you, but you're already living in it.” You said, spitting at the ground before turning around.

Alcina fiddled with your engagement ring and wedding ring as she watched you walk away from her, tears flowing down her face. She was going to give them back to you when the two of you got back from the village. After she told you what happened. She hadn’t expected you to react that way, didn’t consider this scenario.

Alcina didn’t come after you, she knew she’d already lost you. Twice now. No sense in trying to force you into something you didn’t want. Maybe you always felt this way and the attack was your guiding light, the one you needed to clear your mind and realise just how horrible of a person she was. The girls crowded their Mother as she came home, questioning your whereabouts when they didn't see you.

“Y/N will no longer be residing with us, girls.” Alcina replied. “You may send some maids to clean up the guest room and then you may go play. But I ask that you refrain from ever mentioning Y/N, wipe the Castle of their presence. Get rid of it all.” Alcina requested. “They are as dead to us as we are to them and it will stay that way forever.”

“But Mother…” Daniela started, but quickly found herself closing her mouth at her Mother’s intense stare. “Yes, Mother.” Daniela said dejectedly. Her sisters following her lead before dispersing into their swarms.

Alcina sighed as she made her way to her chambers, placing your rings in the box she’d gotten them in. “Good bye, iubirea mea.” Alcina said softly as she closed the box and placed it on her vanity. The only things she wished to remember you by, allowing only a small part of you to reside in her home and her heart.

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