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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Anonymous: Can you write a Daniela headcannon where reader has a 2yr old (other parent not involved) and after a bit of dating the child called Dani mama for the first time. And also Alcina, Bela, and Cass meeting the kid and hearing them the call Dani mama and absolutely freaking out and stuff and Alcina immediately calming them as her grandkid?

This is a really cute idea :D Let’s get into it!

Your life was completely shattered when your girlfriend abandoned you. It happened shortly after she had your daughter, Ana, and you couldn’t believe it. She said the situation was too much for her to handle and she had dreams of traveling to see the world outside of the village.

So, she just up and left.

She barely even said goodbye to the child she had carried for nine whole months. She hadn’t been particularly excited when she found out she was pregnant. You, however, were over the moon. You thought things might change when Ana was born, but they didn’t. How could someone who was supposed to love their child unconditionally just… Leave her? While it definitely crushed you personally, your girlfriend’s sudden departure made you absolutely sick for Ana.

But, as much as it hurt for your girlfriend to leave you and your daughter… It set the stage for you to meet the love of your life.

One afternoon at the village market, you were strolling through the vibrant stalls, Ana in tow, exploring the array of colors and scents that filled the air. Little did you know that this day would mark the start of something beautiful.

As you meandered through the market, Ana’s curious gaze and cute face caught the attention of none other than Daniela Dimitrescu.

The youngest Dimitrescu daughter was there to run errands for Alcina, but spotting Ana, as well as the good-looking person holding her (You), Made her decide to take a bit of a detour. Dani turns to complete mush around babies and kids. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she approached you and your little one.

“Well, hi there, cutie! Aren’t you the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen?” Dani said brightly to Ana, her enthusiasm infectious.

Ana, usually a bit shy with strangers, actually responded with a small smile. A very rare reaction from her around people she doesn’t know.

Dani effortlessly drew her into conversation, asking about her favorite toys and treating her as if she was the most important person in the world.

You watch, captivated by Dani’s affection and the way she quickly connects with your toddler. It’s as if she possesses a special talent for making others feel at ease.

As the conversation unfolds, you find yourself drawn to Dani’s warmth and kindness.

“I must say, your little one has stolen my heart,” Dani confesses, gently grasping Ana’s little hand.

“She seems pretty happy to meet you too,” You joke as Ana makes grabby hands, eagerly wanting Dani to hold her.

Dani giggles at this and excitedly holds her hands out for Ana. However, she suddenly stops, trying to be mindful of her manners. “Oh, would it be alright if I…?” She asks hopefully, pointing at your little girl.

This woman is adorable. “Of course,” You grin and hand Ana over. “This is Ana and I’m Y/N,” You introduce yourselves.

Dani snuggles Ana against her. “What a beautiful name. It fits you perfectly,” Dani gushes at the toddler before quirking a playful eyebrow at you. “Your name isn’t so bad either, Y/N,” Dani teases.

You laugh at this. You haven’t smiled this hard since your girlfriend walked out.

“My name is Daniela,” She says and holds out her hand to you.

You gently take it and place a quick kiss on her knuckles. “It’s a pleasure,” You wink.

Dani’s cheeks instantly heat up. How… Romantic. She is already quite taken with you.

The three of you end up spending the afternoon together, sampling treats from the market and sharing laughter. Dani’s joy is contagious, and her genuine interest in Ana melts your heart.

Damn. Ana needs someone like Daniela in her life… You wouldn’t be opposed to seeing more of her either, though.

Over the following weeks, your connection with Dani deepens and it soon becomes clear that Ana isn’t the only one who has formed a close bond with the gorgeous redhead. You think about Dani constantly and finally work up the courage to ask her out.

Dani eagerly agrees, but she also needs to tell you more about herself. She just hopes you will be able to accept her… Situation.

“Umm… Y/N? I need to talk to you about something before we go on that date,” She says softly after the two of you put Ana down for a nap and return to your living room.

You feel your heart drop at her tone. Oh, shit. Is she having second thoughts? Is she, like, seeing someone already? Wait, Is she married or something?! Your eyes shoot wide open. “Oh, uh, sure. Go for it, Dani,” You eventually stammer out. You try to act cool, but are failing miserably. You just can’t stand the thought of Dani not being available. You’ve already fallen for her, but haven’t been able to admit it. Not even to yourself.

The terror on your face catches Dani off guard. She hasn’t said anything that should have scared you… Yet. “Uh… Yeah. It’s about my mother?” She says, confused.

Your eyebrows furrow at this. Wait… What? Now you’re confused as hell too. You’re going to get whiplash at this rate. “Your mother?” You ask, trying to understand. “Wait, um, actually, just to clarify before we go any further, you’re not seeing anyone already are you? I mean, you don’t have a partner or something, right? No entanglements that would make this… Messy?”

Realization eventually flashes on Dani’s face. “Oh, definitely not!” She shakes her head, giggling at your mutual misunderstanding. “No, I’ve been single for a long time, I’m afraid,” She chuckles.

You feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders and you laugh breathlessly. Thank goodness she’s not taken. “Oh, okay. Sorry about that,” You wheeze out. “But, what did you want to tell me?” You ask, now intrigued more than ever.

Dani sighs and grits her teeth for second before she is able to answer. “It’s just that… My mother is… Alcina Dimitrescu,” She confesses.

The room is deathly quiet for a moment.

Dani nervously analyzes your face, but your expression is completely blank. You don’t say a word. She can’t read you like she usually can and it stresses her out. “Err… Y/N?” She asks.

“A-Alcina… Dimitrescu? As in, LADY Alcina Dimitrescu?” You question. “One of the four Lords?”

Dani can’t bear to look at you. She huffs and hides her face in her hands, nodding silently.

“Oh,” You say softly.

Silence once again takes over, but before Dani can look up or say anything else, she hears a loud thump. She jumps at the unexpected sound and quickly takes her hands away from her face… To see you, sprawled out and unconscious, on the floor.

She sits for a moment and wordlessly clasps her hands together before placing them in her lap. “That went… A lot better than I thought it would,” She whispers.

Note: Have to break this into another part, but I really enjoyed writing it! Dani’s so sweet T^T

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#re8 #re8 village #y/n is stupid #daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x y/n #re8 daniela #re8 incorrect quotes #re8 fanfiction #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil 8

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rosedominatesyou · 9 months

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Bedtime Stories w/ Rose

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(Bedtime Story #1)

Good evening my little pups, mommy promised you a bedtime story and here it is <3 remember my rule! If this gets posted and it isn’t bedtime, you have to wait!!! Keep it in your likes until you’re curled up in the dark all cozy and sleepy.

Before reading: Everything I’m about to say is real and actually happened. I’ve withheld things like locations and last names to be respectful to the people in the story.

One of the details I have in my pinned post is that I have a personal record of making a girl cum 7 times in a single day. That sounds a little excessive, doesn’t it? It was. Here’s mommy’s story about that day, and in part 2, she’ll tell you about the boy she dated that almost made it a tie. 🤭🤭

~'*•.¸♡¸.•*'.・。゜✭・.・✫・。.'*•.¸♡¸.•*'~

Please listen to one of my favorite songs before you settle in to read mommy’s story. The song is called ‘House Of Mirrors’ by Softcult.

I was a very stereotypical lesbian growing up. I wanted to be every single label and description I had ever seen online, and I wanted people to know it everywhere I went. When I was 15, I went to a salon without my mom’s permission and asked them to shave my head. She didn’t talk to me for 3 days once she got home and saw me. I used to carry a peach around in my backpack at school just so that I could show other kids “what it looked like to eat pussy”. Yes, I bought a new peach every week for this sole purpose. I was pretty athletic, and I almost exclusively played softball throughout my adolescence.

But if you remember the mid-2010’s well, then you’ll recall that archery and the Hunger Games was all anyone was talking about. I had been feeling a little burned out from softball (I played catcher/left field), and I knew with my long arms and hand/eye coordination, I might possibly find archery appealing to me.

That’s how I met Taylor. I joined a club and she was the owner’s niece. Having already been doing this for over 10 years, she seemed so miserable and hated every second of being there, always complaining about something or hiding away out of sight.

I was drawn to her instantly. Almost a foot taller than me and eventually became my best friend, she wouldn’t admit her feelings for over a year. She was a virgin, and not out to anyone (even herself), so when I was finally able to pull those words out of her, it changed absolutely everything about our relationship. I had spent the night at her house before, but I decided I had had enough of the games and going around the way I can see I make her feel. We were laying in bed facing eachother, our arms and legs tangled up in such a romantic position that it’s crazy we thought we were fooling anyone. We were still hanging on to the “just friends” label, and right then I saw something shift in her eyes. She wanted to say it, but could never without my encouragement.

“You can tell me…” I say in a whisper, no other words had been said yet.

Her eyes go wide, trying to convince the voice in her head that it’s wrong.

I put my forehead against her’s, “What would you do if I tried to kiss you right now?”

She giggles, her answer more confident than I expected, “Kiss back?”

I kissed her, and that was it. Both of our world’s were changed. I had a few partners before her but Taylor and I would go on to have the longest relationship I had ever had at the time, and even though things ended badly in the end, the amount of new experiences we both gained from those days will always stay with me. She and I still occasionally talk to this day, though I try to keep my distance out of respect for her well-being.

Taylor and I were instructors at a summer camp for the club we were apart of once I turned 18, teaching archery to kids as young as 5 years old on 1 week rotations. It was my first real job, and I was working right alongside my new girlfriend. We were in our best days during this time, total honeymooners, and finding any chance we could to sneak away and make out. These were some of the best memories I have with an ex.

The job only lasted 3 months, and we usually always went over to her house after we got off of work. I’d follow her in my car and spend the night and then drive myself home in the morning. There were a few times I spent the night and we went right back to work together afterwards. And yes, if you were wondering, this girl was definitely no longer a virgin.

One specific week during the summer camp, we were just finishing up class and I was writing down ideas for the next day on a clipboard. She starts telling about how her parents were going away again for the weekend, and how we would ‘have the house to ourselves’.

“Andrew’s going too…?” I asked, my neck snapping up to face her. Her parents went up to the cabin they owned regularly, but usually her stupid younger brother would stay behind.

“Mhmm…” She bites her lip at me.

And so we’ve arrived at what this story is all about. We had another day until they would be out of town - another day of angsty classes where we tried unsuccessfully to avoid looking at eachother. I barely remember driving to her house once we were off. We had the entire weekend to ourselves, and I had big plans on how we would use it.

I don’t remember the first half of the day, I usually always just think about an Instagram selfie I posted of us in her bathroom as we got ready to go out to dinner. But…we didn’t make it to dinner 🥴 we took that picture and I immediately couldn’t handle how good she looked in her black dress, so I took her back to the bedroom.

We did everything on my list. I knew we might never get an opportunity to have that kind of alone time again, so I wanted to try all the kinky things that other people I had dated never wanted to do. Actually, some of these things we did are still things only she let me do to her.

Her metal bed frame was perfect for tying her hands up. There were posts at the end of her bed too so I had her ankles bound tight along with her wrists. I wanted to do a sort of hot/cold stimulation, so I had ice cubes and hot candle wax on the night stand that I switched off using. She would scream as I dropped the wax on her nipples while also dragging an ice cube over her pussy lips. The rope left deep rug burns on her skin as she struggled over my soft torture.

After a few go’s, I cut her free and we both laid exhausted on the bed, her head against my chest.

“How many times was that?” I ask.

“I don’t know…” She says with her eyes closed.

“Five? There were the…three? This morning?”

“This morning?!” She yells at me, “Uuuuhggg….maybe like….six then?”

“Six sounds right.” I breathe out, holding her in my arms, “Maybe you could do one more?”

“Fuck…no!” She whimpers.

My fingers are already feeling how wet she is, “I think you can…”

It takes her longer than the other times, my whole face covered in her juices as I’m basically begging her to cum again for me. I’m saying pleasepleaseplease as I’m ramming my fingers into her watching her shake under my grip. Taylor and I were together for a little less than a year, not counting the time we were just friends. No one knew we were dating, it was a secret to both of our families, but that all changed after one careless kiss in the parking lot outside the archery club. Someone recognized us and told her Aunt. Taylor called me frantically later in the day, saying that if I don’t tell my mom about us, her Aunt will. It was no fun having that conversation, because I wasn’t only telling my mom about my secret relationship with my best friend, but I was also coming out to her.

But that’s a bedtime story for another time 😊 I hope you enjoyed learning a little more about me, thanks for taking the time to read. Let me know what you think, and I’ll be making more posts soon about upcoming parts if you all liked this so much.

Sleep well babies 💗

~'*•.¸♡¸.•*'.・。゜✭・.・✫・。.'*•.¸♡¸.•*'~

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bookscandlesnbts · 8 months

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Quick facts about me that no one asked for:

Figured since I’ve posted more here and answered some asks, I would share some facts about me on my blog both BTS/Jikook related and non related.

1.) I became ARMY during quarantine era. A friend got me into them. After I watched their MMA 2019 performance I was blown away. She was a Yoongi bias so that is whose content I initially watched and gravitated towards. When I ventured out on my own and watched more performance stages and Run BTS I knew immediately that I was drawn to Jimin. Everything from his stage presence, gorgeous vocals and dance lines, funny and sassy personality, but also super empathetic and caring. He was it for me and still is. But I do love all seven of them. I could probably rank them in order of my “favorites” but Jimin would be number 1 without a doubt.

***super fun fact is that I actually first was exposed to BTS in 2017 :( that’s right, I could have stanned back then. I frequently kind of kidding but not really refer to this as my biggest regret. An undergrad in my research group was obsessed with them. She showed me a clip of them dancing and probably because I didn’t like her that much (she was friends with someone toxic) I chalked it up as so they sing and dance? Who cares. I ended up reconnecting with her later when I stanned and found out that she was a low-key TKK shipper and loved reading their fanfics. By that point, I was already sus of Jikook so we clashed and I don’t talk to her. 🤣

2.) That brings me to point number two. The most important: Jikook. I wish I could remember the first time I was like yep this is a thing but I don’t. I do remember the first Jikook moment that I was exposed to was their Black Swan pas de deux. I remember finding their chemistry palpable and bold of them to perform a romantic dance together but that was it. The more I watched Run BTS and being a Jimin bias I couldn’t help but notice JK too and their closeness. What was the nail in the coffin so to speak? The cliches. GCF Tokyo and Rosebowl did it for me and I’ve been endeared by them ever since.

3.) I’m a sort of Jikook fanfic writer on A03 who I guess is on a hiatus and has been for awhile now. I love fanfiction and have been reading it and writing it a little since I was like 12. I was never a RPF girlie until BTS but I view them as characters in a story because that is what they are when I’m reading or writing fics. Not the actual people.

4.) I’m asexual and probably aromatic to some extent too. Asexuality is so misunderstood, I could go on about it for days, but I’m not the authority on it by any means. I like the idea of sex in the abstract. Fanfics, great. M/M where I don’t feel inserted in the act, even better. I’m not a prude, I just don’t experience sexual attraction. The idea of looking at someone even the tannies and wanting to fuck them makes me uncomfortable and it’s something I can’t relate to and have never felt. I’ve had sex of course, but it’s never lived up to the hype for me. I can definitely live without it. As far as being aromantic that I’m not sure. I love the idea of romance or I wouldn’t be so smitten with Jikook and other cute couples. I don’t actively seek romance in my life. I don’t date or want to date. I haven’t had a crush on someone in like 10 years. I’m not opposed to it. Their gender wouldn’t matter to me but it’s not something I feel like I need in my life. If you are anywhere on the ace spectrum or are LGBTQIA+, hi you are more than welcome here.

5.) I’m educated! I have a PhD in chemistry. I am on the Professor track and I teach organic chemistry. I spent 7 years in grad school combined for my masters and PhD.

So yeah! This way you know a little about me when you send in asks. I am terrible at formatting and use my phone only for Tumblr, so my blog probably won’t ever be pretty. I’m just here for connections and content that is more in depth than Twitter. Yes, I’m still calling it twitter. Sorry not sorry Elon.

#about myself #kookmin #jikook #blogger

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jackdaw-and-hattrick · 1 year

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Slipping

Ao3

Damien was not proud to say that, when he first heard the noise, he had been baffled at what it could be. It was beautiful, strung together and structured with all the planned grace of his favorite sword. It was not until the women started singing that he realized that what he had been listening to was music. Sure, he understood in theory what music was, had been taught the word and understood the basic principles that governed it, but he was an assassin. There was no reason for him to need music, and so like all superfluous things Damien had simply never been exposed to it. Nor had he ever sought it out. Still, he found himself being drawn forward

Before him was a stage much like those he’d seen in photos of old theater houses, the bright overhead lights casting a down in strange colors with no name. At the center of the stage was a woman. She wore odd clothing resembling a superhero costume, though without any identifiable armor, and her face was painted with swirls of black that differed from any makeup he’d ever seen. She had the look of anyone of this realm. Her skin was mottled and hair burned a phosphorus blue, eyes glowing like the Lazarus pits. Damien did not recognize the instrument in her hands, but the sound it made was… enchanting. From his place in the empty audience, Damien found himself swaying ever so slightly.

“Little boy

Why are you here?

So far from the world you hold dear

Oh kid

Quite your spying

Don’t you know you are dying?

Does your mother know

You’re playing with ghosts?

Does your father see

Your liminality?”

“So you finally got a new song?”

A soft hand hand lands on his shoulder and Damien starts. He doesn’t remember the last time someone snuck up on him like that. He looks at the person who so rudely interrupted the performance. Phantom stares at the woman on the stage with something resembling anger.

“What? You like it Babypop?”

“That’s KING Babypop to you, Ember.”

The woman, Ember, laughs. Phantom’s grip tightens and Damien hears a low growl radiating from his chest. He glances down, the worry radiating from him like heat from the noon day sun.

“Hey,” Phantom says, “you wandered off. Everything good?”

Damien stiffens; it suddenly occurred to him he may in fact have done something wrong by leaving on his own without any sort of warning to follow the ephemeral melody.

“Yes. I was merely listening to the music. She is very good, I’ve never heard anything so lovely.”

“Don’t tell her that, she’ll never let me hear the end of it.” Phantom grinned. He glanced back to Ember, clearly calculating what to say next. “Do you want to keep listening?”

Damien nodded mutely. Ember took this as her cue to begin playing again. Phantom took him by the hands and began guiding him closer to the stage.

“Do you know how to dance?”

“No”

“Would you like to learn?”

“I can’t see what possible purpose it could have.”

“Absolutely none.” He said, pulling Damien around so that they where face to face, “here, stand on my feet”

“Will that not hurt?”

“I’m a lot sturdier than I look.”

Damien followed his instructions and Phantom guided him through the basic steps of what he would later learn was called a waltz. They stayed like that, stepping and spinning to the melody for the better part of the day. Occasionally Ember would switch up the tempo, and Phantom would have to show him new steps, until finally he stepped back and began dancing on his own.

“Come on,” he encouraged, “Don’t worry about the form, just follow the melody, same as before.”

“I am not yet ready.”

Phantom smile, a sort of boundless sorrow hidden just beneath the surface.

“No one ever is.”

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To say Dick Greyson was nervous would be the understatement of the century. If asked why, Dick would probably be hard pressed to explain why the thought of meeting his second brother’s new partner was as absolutely nerve wracking as it was, although he was fairly sure it had something to do with the fact B seemed to be dead set on treating this as an interrogation. Not even the standard well meaning but ultimately misled, “explain everything about yourself and if I get so much as a hint you’re not good for him they’ll never find the body”, type interrogation. No, an actual, criminal interrogation. To be fair, given he was dating Jayling, the odds were Danny was involved in at least some sort of criminal activity, but that was to be expected. Probably not a great way of thinking for a cop, but so long as he kept out of Bludhaven; not his monkeys, not his circus.

Really, it wasn’t that Dick didn’t understand why B was acting this way. Danny was, after all, an unknown, something Dick knew his adopted father couldn’t abide in much the same way he couldn’t abide sunlight and injustice. If they could just find something, anything that told them this guy had a life prior to coming to Gotham than maybe he would feel less like a threat. As it was, even Dick had to admit he was antsy. Still, he had to respect the skill with which Danny had so far avoided their questions. He could see what Little wing saw in this guy.

That was it really. Jay bird saw something in this guy and for all his anxiety and suspicion, Dick still respected that. If anything, this proved to make him more nervous. Jas was flighty. Getting him to agree to do anything with the family was an uphill battle of mammoth proportions generally only achieved by the likes of Alfred, but he had agreed to bring Danny to dinner so they could meet him. Moreover, he had agreed to come to the manor specifically. Dick couldn’t remember the last time he’d come here without actively bleeding out. Dick wasn’t so self centered to think Jayjay was coming back just for little old him. This was because they had been harassing Danny and he wanted it to stop. Of course, if it had just been that they would have just met on a rooftop, so Jay must honestly want Danny to meet his family and see his childhood home, and wasn’t that terrifying. It felt as if Dick were walking on egg shells, knowing a single wrong step could be the end of whatever faith he had put in them.

There was another, deeper fear that they would, somehow, scare Danny away entirely. They weren’t exactly the easiest people to deal with, long term. Jas deserved people; to feel loved and wanted in a way he understood and reciprocated. He would never forgive them if they took that away from them. Moreover, Dick would never forgive himself. It boiled his blood that B was willing to put all of that at risk to calm his fears.

This is why, when the knock finally came, Dick found himself quite literally tripping over himself trying to get to the door. Luckily, his training kept him from landing all that hard, and with a quick forward motion he rolled himself back to his feet. By this time Alfie had, of course somehow beaten him to the door despite definitely being in the kitchen mere moments ago. There in the door frame, standing next to his wonderful baby bird, who looked about ready to punch someone, was the man Dick knew must be Danny. It occurred to him suddenly that he had never seen him up close before, given that all cameras seemed to be unable to get a good image of him. Besides his obvious adoption bait traits (Dick was probably going to have to have a TALK with B later), he looked… well… he looked odd, but not in a way that immediately made sense. He was thin, sure, upsettingly so and it took all the self control bestowed by his Robin training not to pick him up and take him straight to the dining room, but his skeletal frame wasn’t it, not exactly. There was something to him, to the sharpness of his teeth when he smiled, the fluid bend of his limbs and neck as if unimpeded by joints or bones, the absolute depth of his eyes and the silence of his steps that seemed terribly wrong and absolutely familiar. He reminded him of Dami.

See, Dick Greyson was a lot of things; an acrobat; ex-boy wonder, current detective-extraordinaire; eldest daughter syndrome poster boy; and easily the hottest Wayne; but for all his acting, he was not an idiot. He may not be a genius on the level of, say, Tim, and he still didn't get how Cass did her whole “definitely not mind-reading” bit, but he had experience. He was bright in his own right, and he knew his family, maybe better than they knew themselves. When Dami first came to the manor, back when they were strangers and his threats meant something, he’d been… feral. Dams was still feral, but he’d improved; he’d become more human, less… whatever else he was that led him to hiss and bite and scratch with claws too sharp to be human. Whatever made the air around him so oppressive when he was angry or frightened. At first, Dick had assumed he was a meta of some kind, but a quick genetic panel (and what a thought that the idea of running and reading a genetic analysis had become so straightforward he could probably do it in his sleep) had shown that, besides the honesty concerning levels of Lazarus water in his system, there was nothing which he could see that would make him anything but a standard human. He’d asked Dami before, but he’d only said he was “the son of Batman and heir of Al Ghul, of course his steps were silent and his movements fluid,” completely ignoring the rest of his concerns. Dick hadn’t pushed. It wasn’t his place. As long as he was safe and happy, Dami could keep whatever weird-kid secrets he pleased. Then Danny hugged him, and Dick wondered if maybe this was his concern after all.

The dining room they moved into was not the private one usually used for these dinners but the great one reserved for parties. Dick rolled his eyes. Of course, B would insist on this room. Intimidation was key, apparently. Dick wondered when precisely the others were planning on arriving. Being late was not unusual in this family, much to Alfred’s eternal displeasure, but keeping Jayling and B from going for each other’s throats was becoming increasingly difficult. Having more people wouldn’t necessarily help, but it would spread out the attention. Dick wished B would kindly take a hint and back off. He didn't like something in the way Danny and Jay were acting. It felt too familiar. Too much like the way he acted when trying to keep his siblings from learning something he knew would inevitably hurt them; the dodging, misdirecting, and a look of absolute fear he had suppressed almost every day for the last ten-odd years. They knew something, and whatever it was, Dick was willing to bet his last box of cereal it was about Dami. So when he asked how exactly Jas and Danny had met, it had less to do with his own genuine curiosity and more to do with changing the subject right now.

“Ancients,” Danny started, “I’m pretty sure the first time we met was… the auto shop?”

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It was pitch black out when Jason arrived at the shop. He’d heard about it in the usual way, words whispered in dark corners amongst people with downturned eyes and who spoke in quiet voices. The building itself was unassuming, located at the very edge of Crime Alley where the city began to fall away. The worn bricks were painted with graffiti; strange and winding shapes of no recognizable language or culture. Jason couldn't help but feel that if he just stared long enough, he could read the messages left there facing the street. There was a neon green sign above the door. It read,

“ Vehicles, appliances, and more!

You break it, I can fix it!”

Something about the color reminded him unavoidably of a certain toxic pit. Jason did his best to shake that off. He needed to be here. See, the word on the street was that the sign didn’t pull any punches, that the Mechanic, as he’d come to be known, really could fix anything you could break, be it mechanical, medical, mental, or even spiritual. His next-door neighbor, Synthia, claimed he’d helped her with her “ghost problem,” fixed her stove, and saved her house plants to boot. The man on the corner selling samosas said he’d ended his nightmares, which he’d had every night for the past thirty years. One lady even claimed he cured her cancer. All of the stories had two things in common. One, there was a young man they called the Mechanic with dark hair and blue eyes. In Gotham, that wasn't exactly much to go off of, given the city’s disproportionate number of people fitting that description. The second bit was more interesting. People said that the Mechanic used a kind of barter system. You could pay cash for most things, but if you either couldn't afford it or the service was particularly unusual, he’d ask for other things. Favors, mostly, sometimes stories or promises. Even trinkets, if that was all you could afford. The general consensus seemed to be that he preferred things with strong emotional connections. Folks seemed split on whether this guy was an angel or the devil.

Even the building itself was suspicious. For all the wear and tear apparent, he had it on good authority it hadn’t existed until about three months ago. There was no paperwork for the lot, no signs of an owner, and no records for the business itself. Hell, the place didn't even show up on Google Maps. The whole deal screamed illegality. So, a building that didn’t exist, a business with no name, and an owner who was apparently a miracle man. It had been a pain in the ass to find the place. Jason didn't know how he had gotten lost in this town where he’d lived almost all of his life.

There were no hours on the door, but when he turned the knob he found it unlocked. The door creaked loudly.

“Huh, guess he can’t fix everything after all.”

“Maybe I just like it that way.”

Jason started. Maybe he was getting rusty because he had been absolutely sure the room was empty. That or the man in front of him could just walk more quietly than any Bat besides maybe Cass. He certainly fit the description of the Mechanic, however vague it may be. Messy black hair, silver-blue moon eyes. He was... Beautiful. Etherial. He looked like the kind of guy people wrote poems about. When he walked, he moved with the grace of a dancer. He didn't look like a mechanic, but his skin and clothes were stained with motor oil.

“Long time no see,” the man smiled.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“Guess not,” he said. His voice was comforting, like the sound of old cartoons playing in the next room on a rainy day. The guy could make a killing as an ASMR YouTuber. “What can I do for you?”

“I,” Jason knew his story, but part of him was struggling with the feeling that he was betraying an old friend, “I wreaked my bike.”

“Ok, I can fix that.”

“What’s your price?”

“For you? Hmm...” He tapped his chin with a long clawlike nail. Jason couldn’t imagine how he kept his nails so long while working with machines. “How ‘bout... Lunch.”

“Lunch?”

“I don't have to stay around or anything, just drop off some food when you come back for your bike and we’ll call it even.”

“You realize we’re talking about a good $750 repair job at least, right? We’re not just talking about an oil change.”

“I know.”

“Why?”

“I live in Crime Alley, pretty sure that means I already owe you my life.” the man’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling, “Or well, whatever it is I’m doing”

Jason snorted.

“Trust me, you don’t owe me shit.”

“Don't I get a say in that?”

“Alright, fine, be indebted if you want. Free bike repair for me. What do you want to eat?”

“As long as it’s dead by the time it gets here, I couldn't care less.”

“That’ll make two of us.”

“Three.”

The man’s eyes flashed a familiar green, and Jason braced himself for an attack but none came. Looking at him, Jason saw none of the anger he associated with that color. If anything, he looked... Sad.

“Who are you?”

“The name’s Phantom, but most folks here know me as Danny Nightengale.”

“What? Your real name say a bad word?”

“Guess you could say that.”

Jason left after that, but he came back the next day. He brought empanadas, which they ate together on the sidewalk just outside. The work on the bike was a masterpiece, especially given the time it took. Jason came back again later. And again. And again.

“My fridge’s busted and won't stop making ice.”

“There’s a mole in my gang and I’m not sure who it is.”

“My helmet broke.”

“I got shot.”

“My head hurts.”

“My heart hurts.”

His reply was always the same.

“Ok, I can fix that.”

The next time Jason came to the shop (he still didn't know the name) it was sunset, he was covered in blood, both his and not, and all he could see was green. Tear tracks cut through the red. He threw his helmet to the wayside where it sent a precarious stack of papers flying.

“Hey, Hood. Long time no see.”

Danny looked how he always did. If he noticed the blood, he didn’t show it.

“What can I do for you?”

“Please,” Jason begged, “It’s the Pits, I...”

He fell to his knees, body shaking from the force of silent sobs.

“...I just want to be ok.”

Danny dropped down next to him, cupped his face so gently as if he might just break, and did his best to wipe away his tears, with the corner of his sleeve. Jason cried harder. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone has held him so carfully. Had they ever?

“Ok”

Then Danny plunged his hand into Jason’s chest. He froze, the cold sensation of clawed hands grasping at his very soul shocking him to his core. It was unlike anything he’d felt before, and as quickly as it started it was over. Danny pulled back. Grasped in his hands was a writhing black mass, like earthworms fat from eating their kin. Then he opened his mouth, much wider than any human ever could, and Jason watched in horror as he ate it whole and struggling. Then Danny cupped his hands together, a strange green liquid that looked horribly like the Lazarus Pits, if a bit brighter and not bubbling angrily the way they should, filling them. He plunged his hands and the liquid back into Jason’s chest, though this time he could only feel a vague tingling chill.

“What the Hell?”

Jason wasn’t sure how else to react to what he had just seen.

“This,” Danny said, indicating with a nod to his hands, still very much in Jason’s chest cavity, “is pure ectoplasm. It should help clear out the last of the corruption. Think of it like dialysis; I clear out the bad stuff and replace it with something clean.”

“What corruption?”

“The corrupted ectoplasm in your system? I’m pretty sure that was clouding your head and messing with your emotions.”

“You... Got rid of the Pits. You... Ate them.”

Jason wasn’t sure how to process this.

“I guess? A rose by any name and all that.”

He withdrew his hands. Suddenly Jason felt very empty. Emotionally, he was drained, and he was pretty sure he was still in shock from what had just happened, but more than that, Jason’s head was uncharacteristically quiet. There was no rush of blood, no bubbling murmur corrupting his thoughts, no green tinting the corners of his vision. It was just... Him. A cool rag touched his face. At some point, Danny must have stood up and gotten a damp washcloth to clean the blood. When had that happened? Golden sunlight streamed in from the glass door, casting soft shadows and making a moon of Danny’s face, his pale skin glowing in the reflection of the setting sun.

“Who are you?”

“Danny Phantom, remember? You know me.”

“No,” Jason paused, “I mean, what are you?”

“What are you?”

Jason wasn’t sure how to answer that. A dead kid with daddy issues and a gun fixation? A ghost of Robins’ past? A zombie? A fucking mess? Suddenly, a blinding light haloed Danny, spreading from his middle and passing over him. When his vision finally cleared, he saw Danny, greyed skin and vibrant green eyes haloed by glowing white hair which floated as if unbound by gravity. He looked like an angel. Something untouchably beautiful and impossibly holy. He smiled, and his teeth were as long and sharp as a deep sea predator.

“I’m a halfa.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Honestly? Not much. It's sorta a slang term for someone who's both alive and dead.”

“How does that work?”

“Well sometimes I’ve got one foot in the grave, and sometimes I’ve got the other foot outta it.”

“Is that what I am?”

“Not quite. As far as I can tell, you’re a revenant.”

“And here I thought I was just a plain old zombie.”

“Oh trust me, if you were a zombie, you’d know.”

“How do you know all of this?”

“It's kinda my job.”

“I wasn’t aware a working knowledge of the undead was a requirement for mechanics.”

“What can I say? I’m just good at what I do.”

“Speaking of which,” Jason said, “any idea what I owe you for literally giving me back my sanity?”

“Ancients... I don’t know.”

“I’ve got an idea... How about...”

They both paused, Danny halting what he was doing to listen to what Jason had to say, the rag in his hand now thoroughly saturated with blood, harsh red against snow white. Jason wasn’t sure what it said about him that he found the sight of his blood on his hands so attractive, but damn. Before he had time to think about it, Jason peeled his sweat-soaked leather gloves from his fingers and took those ivory hands in his. God, they were cold. It was like holding ice. If he kissed him, would his lips freeze to his skin? Would they ever come apart, or would they stay connected forever? Jason was starting to suspect he might be a little hysterical from shock and exhaustion.

“My heart.”

“...What?”

“You gave me my head, let me give you my heart.”

Danny opened and shut his mouth, gaping like a fish seemingly at a loss for words.

“You don't have to do that.”

“No,” Jason said, “no I don't. Hell, the truth is I’m ripping you off if you accept, ‘cause I’d just be paying you something that's already yours.”

“Ok,” Danny nodded.

“Deal?”

“Yeah, deal.”

It wasn’t clear who moved first, but the two met in a kiss. Sharp teeth knicked Jason’s lips, soothed by cool saliva. Danny’s hands, so frail looking, gripped his wrists as unyielding as iron cord. Overhead, the electric light flared, popped, and burned out. The sun had long since set, and the only light was Danny’s otherworldly glow. They sat there for a long time, neither speaking. Finally, they got up and together stepped into the rest of their afterlives.

…………………………..…………………………..………………

“Oh,” Dick asked, “you work in an auto shop?”

“Well, sorta,” Danny shrugged, “It's my shop. I’ll fix up just about anything, but yeah, I get a lot of cars and bikes.”

“Babe, calling what you do “repairs” is like calling Supes a pencil sharpener.”

Danny waved his hand dismissively.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

By then, Alfred had served the salad course, making the rest of the siblings officially late. Danny eyed the salad, a rose vinaigrette with summer greens, as if expecting it to bite. Dick couldn’t help feeling personally offended on behalf of Alfie’s cooking. Finally, after poking it a couple of times with his fork, Danny seemed to decide it was in fact edible and began eating with the speed and ferocity of someone starving. Watching him, Dick couldn’t help but feel deeply uncomfortable as Danny unhinged his jaw and consumed the salad without chewing. There was something almost… predatory in it. Looking closely, he swore his tongue was split.

To his left, B watched with wrapped attention, his eyes steely and stern, building fear and distrust building behind his standard mask of stoicism. On his right, Damien seemed utterly unaffected. If anything, he seemed almost cheerful, listening to Danny talk about his job, his school work, and all the dull details which come with any life. He had a pet dog named Cujo; his older sister had just started her own psychology practice—tiny details which did nothing to explain the bone-deep discomfort permeating the air. Danny, for his part, was animated. He spoke with an effervescent energy that felt almost unreal. Jayjay sat back, occasionally throwing in a smart comment with no bite but mostly seeming content to watch. It was nice seeing his brash and bullheaded brother so comfortable. The usual anger which seemed so ever-present was absent. Dick didn't know how to cope with that. Danny was disturbing. Still, he made his beloved brothers so happy, and the contradiction ate him alive.

Throughout the meal, siblings began to filter in. Duke was the first to arrive, followed by Steph, Cass, Barbra, and finally, Tim. Each would introduce themself, take their seat, and find themselves slowly introduced to the madness that was Danny’s existence. He had this odd habit of saying the most baffling, concerning things Dick had heard in his life. Honestly, that alone was an achievement to be proud of. He watched as his siblings shared glances, seemingly trying to figure out whether this guy was for real. Duke, in particular, was staring Dick dead in the eye as if daring him to stand up and yell, “Sike!”. The only exception seemed to be Cass, who, much like Damien and Jason, was apparently unaffected, even cheerful. It seemed like the most screwed-up members of the family were the ones most comfortable with this strange man, and it was starting to paint a harrowing picture. Dick had to ask himself, what made them different? What set those three apart from the rest of them? He thought he might know the answer, and he hoped to God he was wrong.

After all, if he was right, what would it mean that this guy seemed like catnip for the previously deceased?

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trust is a fragile thing ~ tyler galpin

parte seis

warnings: creepy tyler, swearing i think

word count: 4k

To say that you were shaken up after school was an understatement. You had no idea what had happened in the office during last class, but you insisted that something was in the school lunch. You had never done drugs before, but you guessed that it felt something similar. The world spinning around you and quite obviously seeing things. Plants don’t just die within a split second, do they?

Avalon already was sitting in a booth when you pulled up to the coffee shop. You instructed your driver to sit tight and wait. It wouldn’t be long. After much pleading because he was given instruction to bring you back to Nevermore straight away, however he happily obliged for an extra five dollar bill. Some people really could be bought.

There were barely any people in there except for a small group of old ladies that huddled towards the back of the shop, opposite of where Ava was sitting. When you walked up behind her, she was already prepared to begin work. Papers were scattered all over the table already and an empty mug on the corner.

“I hope I didn’t leave you alone too long.”

“Please,” she scoffed. “I’ve learned to be alone all my life. I’ve got ways to keep myself busy.”

You giggled, stopping yourself right away in case it wasn’t meant to be funny. “You want some coffee?” she asked, offering you some money.

“I got it, don’t worry.” Maybe you were seeing things because you were tired. Caffeine is maybe what you needed in your system. You looked at the chalkboards with coffee orders written all over them. “Have any recommendations?”

“Nada. But you seem like a caramel macchiato kinda girl.”

“Are you calling me basic?” You feigned a gasp.

“No, no!” She began to freak out slightly. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just don’t know you all that well and I-” “RELAX! I’m kidding. I actually am a caramel macchiato kinda girl.” You threw your bag into the booth across from her and walked up to the counter. You ordered your beverage before making your way back to the table. Ava looked like she had a couple ideas already written down and roughly sketched out.

“Okay, so I have a few ideas worked out that circle the theme of classic literature like Strauss wanted. A few of my favorites are The Crucible, MacBeth, and To Kill a Mockingbird. Though I suspect that that last one might be done a few times.”

To Kill a Mockingbird seemed basic and Shakespere wasn’t your thing. You had no idea what the Crucible was, but it sounded interesting. Ava seemed to see you eyeing the sketch she had drawn out for that one.

“Good choice. I think that it’ll make for an…interesting topic.” She stopped herself for a moment “Have you ever read it?” She raised her eyebrows at you.

“Never. But something new doesn’t hurt, right?”

She smiled at your response. “It’s a history book. I’m kind of a history nerd. Feels like my spirits lived through centuries.” She paused. “Through books, of course.”

Your phone rang, taking your attention away from your work. Your dad’s picture sprung up, motivating you to answer right away. He wasn’t one to wait.

“Dad?”

“Y/N, where are you?”

“I texted you,” you replied in annoyance. “I’m in town, working on school work.”

“I need you back at the school. It’s urgent.”

Without another word, he hung up. Your father was like that, too busy with his job to care about anything that you had to do. If he needed you, you came. You prevented yourself from having to connect with him too often. It wasn’t pretty if you disobeyed something he asked. He didn’t not love you, he just wasn’t one to use emotions. It had been like that since your mother left.

“I take it, it's time to go…” she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

You shrugged, taking your bag with you as you scooted out of the bench. “When Dad calls…”

“...you gotta answer,” she interrupted. “I get it. We can work on this later. You’re new too. I’m sure Strauss will be lenient.”

You smiled, taking your to-go cup of coffee with you. “Meet here again tomorrow, maybe? It doesn’t seem too busy?”

“Hasn’t been as long as I’ve lived here. It’s got a nice aesthetic, but some dude used to work here. Ended up being an outcast of some sort and jailed up. Jericho didn’t like the idea of an outcast working here, so it’s not a booming spot anymore.”

You waved the girl goodbye and she focused back on her work. Making your way out of the shop, you walked toward the car that had your driver. He was a nice guy, made small talk on the way to the coffee shop after school. Your father probably had good money going to this guy to keep a teenager entertained all afternoon.

Tyler barely remembered the rest of the afternoon, only going in and out of sleep in the nurse's office. After his first…session, he felt like his entire body was on fire. He hadn’t had a mutation in a while and it already made his bones ache without the electroshock therapy he received along with it. He briefly remembered being escorted out of the building, only a blanket covering his figure. There were no students around, thank God, but it still made him feel vulnerable. He went in and out of consciousness as they practically dragged him back to the school. Someone found him another uniform, which he assumed he’d go through plenty of. He was really weak, but refused help to get dressed. Guards stood outside of the bathroom while he slowly put clothes back on. It was unusual that clothing gave him the sense of security that it did, but it was better than being naked.

Now, he was currently laying on a bed. The room was quiet, making it hard for him to decipher if the ringing noise was because of the silence or the pounding in his head. Tyler was sure that he wasn’t actually alone, however. Even though a new collar had been placed right around his neck, there were probably guards placed right outside the room in case something were to happen. The silence was kind of nice. All he had heard the past few days were the talking of scientists and soldiers ordering him around and students almost hissing at him left and right. Peace was what he needed. As much as he hated the white room, at least it was quiet. It was easier to sort his thoughts out.

Tyler had barely slept ten minutes when he heard a clamor outside of the doors. He shot out of bed immediately. His head spun around looking for a place to hide. It wasn’t unusual that this was his first instinct. Hiding was a skill that he had learned to master today. While all he wanted was to rub his presence in Wednesday’s face, with the collar he was basically defenseless, and he was sure that the pigtailed girl wouldn’t hesitate at killing him at any moment. He looked around the room for a place that would conceal him and the best thing that he could find was the curtains that separated the beds in the infirmary. He maneuvered the curtain to cover his body as he crouched down amongst a wheelchair and crutches. It wasn’t necessarily fear that motivated his movements, just uncertainty. He heard a small voice talking followed by the twist of the doorknob. Praying it was the nurse, he braced himself for someone’s entrance. The sounds of footsteps crowded his ears and he swore that he could feel them as they got closer.

“Tyler, I know you’re behind the curtain,” she muttered.

He gulped, sucking in a shaky breath. His hand came out from behind the curtain, to allow him to see the rest of the room. The girl he had been dreading was standing, arms crossed at the foot of the bed he was just in. “W-wednesday.”

Wednesday didn’t smile very often, but he swore that he saw a smirk break out across her face at his reaction. “Where’d the tough, cocky kid go? They beat it out of you?”

He looked away from her dark eyes that bore into him. He didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that he was broken. He was angry at her for the way that things ended last year. The hyde hated the Addams standing in front of him and wanted to beat the shit out of her, but Tyler honestly couldn’t give a crap. With no master controlling his actions, he just felt lost. In himself, in the world.

“Listen good and listen well. I’m watching you. If you so much as lay a hand on anyone, you’ll be dead faster than you can say please.”

His head remained looking down. Was he truly broken or just posing, making her think that he had possibly changed. “I-I’m not in the mood, Wednesday. Just g-get out.”

“I mean it. I don’t trust you. I saw you chatting with the normie this morning. Stay away from her. Don’t go preying on the most vulnerable like the little monster we both know you are.”

Wednesday wasn’t one to be cocky with her words out loud. If she wanted to make a statement, she’d do it in a less up front way. But Tyler angered her like no other. He managed to evade her with lies and broke her down. Quite honestly, she was glad she found out about Tyler’s true nature when she did. Had it gone any further, who knew how many pieces she’d be in. The only thing she wished was different is that she hadn’t kissed him beforehand.

Tyler didn’t move from his spot in the corner. It made him seem pathetic, weak, all things that the hyde didn’t like feeling. He took a deep breath and released it repeatedly while clenching and unclenching his fists. He’d had plenty of anxiety attacks before finding out about being a hyde. It was similar to one, just a hundred times harder. It felt like there was a bubble of emotions ready to explode from his chest, sucking the energy out of him. He was glad that it was working, but he wished that there was an easier way. He could still feel the girl’s eyes on him, but he didn’t look up, afraid of his reaction if he met her gaze.

All she did was scoff before walking out of the room. It was hard to see her, to be here with the outcasts. He’d grown up around normal people his entire life, psychopaths aside. It was hard enough being the new kid but one that had tried to kill them and almost succeeded was a different story. Talking to Wednesday again made it real. And fuck it hurt.

If it weren’t for the warm drops he felt on his hand, he wouldn’t have even noticed he was crying. He didn’t do it often anymore, knowing that it wouldn’t do him any good. He stepped his way over the mess that he made and pushed the sheet away back against the wall. He really didn’t want to sleep again, but he was terribly sore. Wednesday had probably knocked out the guards, but he truly didn’t want to leave. As silly as it sounded, the nurse was probably the safest place to be right now.

Wednesday Addams was always an enigma to him, even when they first met. If she hadn’t been part of Laurel’s plan, he very well might have been friends with her, even more. There were times that he wished he could’ve gotten past that. That his strength, or Wednesday’s for that matter, would have been enough to tear him for Laurel’s grasp. But it wasn’t. And all that was left was the overwhelming urge of the hyde to rip her throat out.

“How many times do I have to explain to you that I need you here?” “Countless times, Dad.” You rolled your eyes with the response.

You were currently sitting in his office, legs and arms crossed. Yes, your father had lectured you about needing to be at Nevermore immediately after school, but it was school related so you didn’t see the issue. And you had texted him, like he asked if there were scheduling changes or danger. You weren’t exactly sure why he needed you here besides the need to have eyes on you 24/7. While living here was required, spending all of your time roaming the halls was not. You were a week short of 18 and deserved to be treated like an adult, not a child.

“Cut the sass. I need to know where you are at all times. I want to trust you. Really I do. But I can’t just let you roam free. Especially when-”

“What, Dad? A monster on the loose again? I thought that was something you were supposed to be preventing.” You hadn’t realized that you were raising your voice. Now standing, your father gawked at you in surprise. You never talked to him in this way.

“I won’t take this kind of response, young lady. Yes, we are here to prevent more attacks and YOU will have a part in helping.”

The features on your face softened, trying your best to conceal surprise. “Me? What can I do?”

He sighed, standing up from his position behind the desk. He walked himself around to come sit on the front. Your father had always claimed that he didn’t want to seem like a principal, just a supervisor, but the way that he was sitting on the front of the desk with his hands folded and his legs crossed made you rethink that statement. Your father was a man that radiated authority. His presence alone made a room go dead silent. You never knew if he used it intentionally or if that was just the way he was. Regardless, it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“We have had a new student arrive recently. He has…special needs and needs supervision close to constantly. While we have guards on him during the school day, he needs someone to watch him when the afternoon allows for students to roam free.”

“Okay, and why me? There are other students plenty capable of handling a new student? I didn't come here to be a babysitter. I came here to get a new start.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I know you’re frustrated. And you’re right. The students are plenty of students capable of handling him. That’s exactly why I’ve chosen you. You don’t have a way to…Well, let’s just say it’s safer.” You let out soft scoff, bending down to pick up your bag that was laying against the chair. You threw it over your shoulder and spun to face the door. “Y/N…”

You stopped in your tracks, not bothering to turn around. You were sure that the new student was the one that you spied on in the hall the other night. Even though you got a good look at him this morning, the collar around his neck scared you a little bit. He was cute, sure, but was he safe? “I’m listening…”

“This,” he began, “is a remote that controls a shock collar placed around the students neck.” He walked over to you. You wouldn’t move from your spot, so he came to you. He held out a small black controller smaller than a cellphone. There were only two buttons on the remote, but you wouldn’t press either one until you knew what they did. “His name is Tyler Galpin. He went to Jericho High until the end of last year. He’s in the infirmary right now. Hopefully resting. I want you to meet him.” He was ready to turn around and lead the way. But he stopped, looking at you with certainty. “Under no circumstances do you tell him that you have the controller. Understand?”

He tilted his head down towards you, looking at you in question. You shook your head in response. He didn’t say anything else before turning around. It startled you slightly, his quick movement, but you were soon right back on his heels. So that was the boy’s name. Tyler. It rolled off the tongue really well. And it fit him. You didn’t know why, but it did.

The nurse was a lot closer to your father’s office than you thought. It makes it easier to get a fix up in case your roommate were to use one of those MANY weapons she has hidden in her trunk. Your father was slightly ahead of you, turning the corner before you. That was when you heard the yelling.

“What is going on? Is he still in there?”

“Everything’s okay, Sergeant. He’s still there. A few of the guards were knocked out.”

“Well I can see that!”

A few men were on the floor, ice packs on their heads, eyes checked. The hall seemed like chaos and your father wouldn’t stand for it. He was all about order and this little mishap would definitely cause issues for some people.

“Dad, what’s going on?”

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it. Just go in and let me deal with this.”

He practically shoved you into the room. It was nice, spacious. The nurses wore old uniforms you would see in the eighties, just another touch of Nevermore. The beds were spread out, a curtain separating each one. There was a small section of the space dedicated to chairs and cabinets, no doubt containing medicine. Taking your things off of you and setting what little coffee you have left down, you looked around the beds to see if someone was in here. You spotted a figure laying on a bed in the middle of the room, one leg up, the other down. Moving closer, you spotted his shoes placed beside the bed on the floor. There was a cloth placed on his forehead, one that his hands were holding down. You only hoped that he wasn’t in pain. But how could you know with the shock collar around his neck? It looked big from where you stood, bigger than it seemed when you saw it up close this morning. But you weren’t supposed to remember that. He wasn’t supposed to know that you had the remote and even what it was, though you suspected if he caught you looking, he’d tell you. Though the boy didn’t exactly look like he was sleeping, his eyes were closed and you really didn’t want to disturb him. You wondered why your father wanted you to really meet him. Maybe proximity was the key with the shocker, but then why entrust you with it? If he was dangerous, why would your father risk putting you in the same room as him? You began to take a few steps back and ensuring not to make a sound.

“I know you’re here,” you heard quietly from the other side of the room, making you halt any movement. He opened his eyes briefly, letting them adjust to the light before sitting up completely. The cloth on his forehead fell to the pillow he had just been laying on, but didn’t startle him one bit. “If I’m sleeping, people tend to leave me alone.” He sat with his knees up and arms resting on his knees. If you both had never met before, you would have judged him for looking you up and down.

“We met earlier today,” you muttered, moving closer to him. “I’m Y/N. I don’t think I said my name this morning.”

He retracted, leaning back slightly. Did he not want to shake your hand? Did he find you disgusting? How could he? He barely knew you…

“Don’t take it personally. I just don’t wanna hurt you. Tyler…Galpin.”

“Hurt me?” You crossed your arms. He didn’t look dangerous like your father made him seem but that fact that he himself feared injuring you was enough to make you wary. The controller felt heavier the longer you held on to it.

“It doesn’t matter…W-what are you doing here?”

“My dad brought me here, but then guards were knocked out in the hall…He’s dealing with it out there.” “That would be due to an old acquaintance of mine. Wednesday Addams. You might know her.”

“Yeah, actually.” You rubbed your arm, forgetting about the weight of the remote in your hand. “She’s my roommate.”

“Roommate?” Tyler’s eyes went big and his body nearly lurched forward. Was it concern? Or fear that flashed through his face?

You shook your head in response and paused. He didn’t say anything and you didn’t either, both staying planted in one another’s spots. “What’s so wrong with that?”

“N-nothing. She and I just…We have a bit of a track record. With each other. Just…be careful.” You rose your eyebrows, acting like you understood. “What’s that smell?” He inhaled shallowly, trying to identify what the smell was when he spotted a coffee cup laying next to the bag he noticed you wearing this morning. “Is that from the Weathervane?”

You had nearly forgotten that Tyler used to be a student at Jericho, lived there too. You nodded your head. “You want some? I don’t think I’m gonna finish it.”

Tyler swung his legs over the side of the bed, following you to your things like a little boy eager for candy. Grabbing the cup, you popped off the lid and handed him the half empty drink. He took a deep sip, practically inhaling it. “Caramel macchiato?” he asked, swallowing a gulp down.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” You tilted your head.

“I-It’s my favorite.” You hadn’t ever seen him smile before and it was nice. He looked at peace, a big contrast to how on edge he had been the entirety of the time you’d been in the room. While he still stood a ways away from you, he hadn’t hesitated to take the coffee from you. “You don’t seem like a caramel girl…” he questioned.

“What aura do I give off then?” you joked, spinning in a circle.

“Hmm…I’m gonna go with mint.”

“And why is that?” You hadn’t realized that he was getting closer. If it was voluntary, it didn’t show. His feet seemed to be stalking to you on their own accord, like an old habit.

“Appealing to the eye, stripes are all orderly. You have a bold…scent. Not bad, just strong.”

You were by now blushing, but at the same time a little scared. His eyes had almost instantly transformed from the sweet boy laughing about coffee to hungry. For what, you didn’t know. “The taste overpowers everything but blends in with the coffee all together. But the taste lingers, leaving the consumer…satisfied.” He was speaking almost right into your ear at this point. Your heart was racing, both in affection and fear. You could practically hear it in your ears and were sure that he could too.

You barely recognized when he pulled away, too caught up in the moment. He started talking again, but you couldn’t comprehend what it was. Thumping was the only thing that you could hear. He paused. “Are you okay?”

Your eyes flickered back to his, finally being able to listen to the world around you. His features were back to normal, the shy teenager that you had walked in on a few minutes ago. Your father interrupted the conversation, standing just inside the threshold of the door. Both of your heads snapped to him. “Well, I believe that you two have already gotten to know one another. Tyler, Y/N. Y/N, Tyler. You have both been enrolled in an art extra curricular. Please follow me and we can get you to your place.” Tyler locked eyes with you again once your father turned around. You gave him a shy smile, more accurately a timid one. And Tyler knew. The hyde could smell the fear.

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Alright yes trauma and trauma in the bbnb and none of us will ever recover from that (help) But can we speak of the sweet moments? The comfort in between? The kinda break? I kinda wanna know your point of view on the lighthouse moment (or the other comfort scenes we got with this fic (like the Cole moments))

YES THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!

SO Much to say! I could write a whole essay about this (one day just for my favorite dead canary hater though she might want to read this)

But Holy hell the sweet moments are the root of my obsession. The contrast between them and the Horrors is an indescribable feeling.

I have to be SUPER cautious when talking about what I love about this fic because I don’t want people to get the wrong Idea It’s the most traumatic awful thing you’ll read and it’ll stick with you like a sick lingering feeling. (Even just finding these moments my heart aches at the surrounding events)

Having said that here’s my excessive response gushing about almost every single light in the dark moment.

Cw: Implied SA, Discussion of Rape, Mild gore, and depiction of bite marks

(Chapter 4)

Starting with this because his lighting powers were how he physically and helped him somewhat emotionally survived.

Jay’s eyes shot open and he breathed hard. This had been so complicated! But he managed to do it! Him! Jay Walker managed to reconnect his members by using his elemental power. Like a pro. He chuckled as tears rolled down his cheeks. Too easy. He raised both his arms this time, checking if he could bend them both properly. They seemed to be working; he could turn them as well, and his fingers were still responding correctly.

This was an hour after the second traumatic encounter. It’s such a rare moment of pride in his own strength. His limb’s physicality could not even function but Jay found a way to use his power like nerves to contact his muscles.

He is so unbelievably strong in an impossible situation and I’m a sucker for how Hat writes his lightning ability.

Clancee Stargazing

Clancee searched, curious, but then pouted “…I can’t see it…” Right. How did his parents teach those again? Oh! He remembered. “Focus on the biggest of them right now, can you see it?” He nodded, and the ninja kept going “It’s surrounded by three others, not as big, but close to it. Doesn’t it look like a pan to you?” The serpentine’s eyes were focused, then widened as he got it “Oh yeah! I-I see it n-now!” And Jay chuckled at the sight of wonders that was on the other’s face.

A pretty scene I’ve drawn this one. Just a small moment of joy in a horrific situation. Clancee while being a coward (will only help Jay by giving him eyepatches), does respect and sympathizes for him.

One of my favorites is the Skeleton

“How be yer bones kid?”

Jay raised his eyebrows “Uh… what do you mean?”

A crackle “I am no fool. I know broken bones when I see some.” He brought a hand to show his own ribs, cracked in some parts, then pointed at Jay. “Ye look like a pile of shit.”

The ninja chuckled “Well, at least I’m not dead yet, right?”

The bones brandished its sword “damn right!” and then, went back to look at the stars.

After some silence, that at least didn’t appear too uncomfortable, Jay cleared his throat, avoiding the previous question. “So uhm… what are you anyway?”

“Ain’t that easy to guess?” he seemed… amused? As much as someone without anything but its jaw moving could get.

Jay shook his head “No, I mean… you kinda speak like a pirate, but… I don’t know, you don’t give the impression of being one.”

“Are ya tellin I be too smart for bein a pirate, my boy?”

Well, Jay knew irony when he heard it, so he smiled as he answered “Maybe.”

I absolutely love this, the skeleton shows Jay kindness. The way he starts by joking, offering Jay positive intention. He later slanders Nadakhan, both are things ment to make Jay feel comfortable.

The end convo is tragic.

“I be aware of what the djinn is doing to ye. So hear me; use this to stab him in his heart when he’s distracted, I don’t need to go into details, do I?” he blushed and shook his head no, fighting tears and dread invading him as he realized that, yep, there was this probability that Nadakhan would rape him again. As much as he would fight back.

Yikes man, that hurts. The skeleton just does all he can do, he gives Jay hope and a weapon.

(Ch 5)

There’s not much comfort in chapter 5, but this is when Jay stabs, Nadakhan in the throat with the bone a moment of strength and confidence, though it’s riped away very quickly and Violently.

We also get to see Jay use his power to resist the vengestone burning anyone who touched it. Very cool love how he freaks everyone out. BUT OH god the horrors after FUCK.

(Ch 6)

The Scene with the First spinjizu master is beautifully done. The picture it paints is so perfect (drawing it next)

It keeps the other worldly feel of him offers so much strength. Gives Jay the option to die but the strength to keep going. It’s not Jay’s fault.

“Tell me Jay, have you ever seen lightning break?”

He shook his head. He looked above, feeling the electrified air rubbing on his skin, giving him pleasant goosebumps. On his back, he felt the sap of the tree speeding up, the grass almost bristling, pointing to him. The sky was clear though. Still blue, with golden rays starting to peer through it.

“Lightning… is never deviated from its course. Striking once, not missing its target.” He looked back at the man, bittersweet. “But I can’t do that; my lightning is slower and weaker then a raw one.”

The man’s smile grew bigger.

“For now”

He felt the strike of the bolt as it went for the tree, shocking Jay with its force.

Jay sparks a lightning storm under vengestone.

(Ch6/7 COLE OMG COLE)

Losing my shit for every scene he’s in SObBINIG over how much I love him. I reread all Cole parts an embarrassing amount. Ugh the concerned, he feels rescuing Jay. How he’s so observant and empathetic. THE COMFORT scene when he gets Jay to open up.

…No. He still was a ninja. He- he still was worth something. He could feel some warmth in the back of his mind, pushing him toward the earth ninja. And it wasn’t the first time he could feel it. It was a good feeling, almost akin to hope.

The trembling voice of his friend brought him back to reality. “…T-the first time?”

Jay’s eye widened. Oh. Right. More salty water escaped his eye “I- I- I couldn’t do anything about it. But I feel like I should’ve fought more! It’s just-!” he groaned as he tried to explain. It was hard. “Every time, he would offer me these kind of- ‘options’. But it didn’t matter what I choose, he would still- It would end the same-” he hiccuped, and tried to get more air so he could speak. Looking at Cole, he saw that he had his lips shut tight, eyes still black with tears. So many black traces on his face, reminding him of Morro’s own.

Fuck. He had forgotten how emphatic the earth ninja could be sometimes. He had not expected this reaction at all. He’d think that he would’ve pitied him, maybe even think that this would be enough for him to be repulsed by Jay. But no, he could still feel the arms around him. Firm.

I’m not not crying after the 100 time reading this fuck you I can sob my eyes out all I want.

“It’s not your fucking fault Jay, please.” He looked back at Cole. He seemed so sad. And a little mad. He swore he could something bright burning in his eyes. Warmth was now all Jay could feel around his wrists, but he didn’t think too much of it.

He just placed his head back on Cole’s chest, disappointed in himself. But still happy he’d been able to get most of it out. It did feel good. He was glad to be with him.

“…Can you hold me again?”

Cole nodded and immediately embraced his friends in his arms. It wasn’t feeling cold anymore, and Jay was just so tired. This temperature was very different than Nadakhan’s, and it was all that mattered.

For once, he could fall asleep, feeling at ease.

He’s what Jay needs right now. He wants so badly to take Jays pain away but there’s nothing more he can do than be there.

Love the way hat added his lava arms very warm and protecting. AND amazing for punching that motherfucker in the face later.

(CH 8)

Thank you Nya for bringing him to the hospital. Jesus Christ I have a scar reference and Jay has been left in a blender.

I Love the nurse. I’m usually not big on OCs but Ava gets a pass. The interaction feels realistic, I love her sense of humor and story. Judging for going through medical school and then settling on becoming a therapist later in sheesh that’s a big pay and with medical debt!?! cut, but other than that. But Jay needs a therapist right now. Leaving a lot of her speech in because what she says is incredibly important. To the fic and real life.

“What do you say to your patients that have… uhm…”

She bandaged his hand while he struggled with his words. He could feel tears rising again, which was getting annoying at this point. He used his free hand to get rid of them, as she finished bandaging the damaged one. He didn’t know why he couldn’t name what happened. Why was he so stubborn on not being able to even say what happened.

His voice felt small. “…That got- got raped?”

He felt her grip tighten around him. She had been about to put a bandage around his right arm, where it had been sewed, but stopped. She breathed heavily, before moving the basin on the floor so she could seat, to handle what had just been said to her.

“FSM. I wanted to be wrong on this one.” She sighed and grabbed the same cream she had used on his ankle, rolling the seat up so she could be near his shoulders. She squeezed some ointment out and applied it on his shoulder. Harshly. As if wanting to keep Jay here, to make sure he wouldn’t let his mind wander in more memories.

“The first thing I’d say to them, is that none of it was their fault. From the moment there was no consent, then it’s not them they have to blame. It’s the one that did that shit to them. There’s not a lot you can do when you’re feeling danger everywhere around you. Some people freeze, or even go along what’s happening in order to have it be over as soon as possible.”

Jay frowned, swallowing thick. “And what if they begged for it at some point?”

She clicked her tongue. “Wanting pleasure, being lost in lust, as some would say, has nothing to do with consent. It can feel good even if you don’t want it. And that’s the only thing you have to remember. You did not want it.” he tried to speak, but she cut him. “Sometimes, no one has control over their brain, on how it reacts to things. It’s complicated to explain, but it’s quite easy for someone that knows how, to muddle with their target’s mind.” She gritted her teeth, and went to wash her hands when she was done with his shoulder. She came back to disinfect the multiple cuts she had found, precise. “It can be through drugs, touch-starving. I’ve heard things about-” she cut herself, gnawing at her lip. She was hesitant on sharing what she’d heard during her time helping people getting rid of their trauma. But Jay wasn’t having it.

“About what?” he sounded impatient. Or maybe afraid. He wasn’t sure.

“About… well, it’s fucked up, but making sure the person can do nothing but take it. And somehow make sure that the body can only feel that.” she looked at Jay, for a brief moment, but saw how he inhaled at the shared info. She sighed. “But at the end, it never is your fault. No consent or choice? Then no blame to take. That’s it.”

“… and how do I forget about it?”

She sat back on the stool, not able to stand with the conversation they were having. “You can’t really. At least, not in such a short time.” She tapped her fingers on the small table as she started to write down what she had seen. “I don’t want to lie to you. You’ll never forget about this. And your body won’t either.” she looked at Jay “But this doesn’t mean you’re weak, or anything like that. I hope you’re aware of this. Going through it and still standing?” she pointed her long fingers at him “That’s some damn strength I’ve rarely seen before.

“You gotta keep using that strength. And to do that, you have to accept what happened.” She got some bandage that sounded like tape, placing it on the largest cuts on his chest. Starting with the ones Nadakhan did, since they were the deepest. “You have to stop keeping that in, stop ignoring it, and accept the fact that, damn it Jay, you’re still breathing and alive. And sure, you were a victim. But, again, this doesn’t mean you weren’t strong, or that you should blame yourself for not fighting back more. But whether you like it or not, you did fight back. And I know, deep down, you know you are not responsible for any of this.” she groaned when she noticed a cut she had missed on his side, taking some kind of needle near her to get rid of the pus there. “You were not given a choice. And you should not feel ashamed that this happened. You have the right to be angry, mad, at this, or to not react to most things anymore.” She tapped the rest of his large cuts, and came back with a soaked cloth of alcohol, passing on them.

“None of it Jay, was your fault.”

He had let some tears go without realizing, breathing shakily. Her hand held to his arm and squeezed there, bringing some kind of comfort. He caught her wrist with his free hand and squeezed back. He breathed, just like he needed to, and tried to not cry more.

“Cry you have to. It feels good to do that y’know? Look at me, almost forty, and you saw me crying like a baby. Have the head of one too.” He couldn’t help the light chuckle. He brought a hand up to get rid of the tears on his cheek. “Fuck.”

This is key it establishes good core Morality in this fic.

Something that’s so sooo hard to talk about and almost never written right.

Actions and physical pleasure while being raped.

Jay in this fic struggles with this throughout the entire fic. HE blames himself hard. It’s the most common way to react for those with that trauma.

Difficult to understate how much pleasure fucks with your brain. I HATE when it’s used to justify atrocities. Real life and fictional. I was scared that’s what Bbnb would be but it never does that. Forced sexual pleasure can be the most potent vile emotionally physically psychologically traumatic shit there is. And Writing_Hat knows this.

(Ch 9)

Nya Light house :)

He wondered how she would open anything with those, since it wasn’t a padlock.

She raised her arm, and smashed the knob repeatedly, until it broke. If she had broken much more then the door, they didn’t say anything about it.

He smiled, amused. “Yeah, I guess that works too.”

Nya sighed heavily, looking to the side. She shrugged. “Sorry.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.” He gave her a smirk. “We’re tired. I can understand frustration at the slightest inconvenience.”

She scratched the back of her head, and snorted. “Yeah.”

In this moment, he could see Nya, the woman he’d fallen in love with. The one that made mistakes, but couldn’t admit they were ones, like him. That didn’t like relying on anyone, not even Jay, when they used to date. Not even her brother. The woman that had built an entire mech with pure frustration, of being left behind, of not being able to help when she knew she could. That loved machines and fixing stuff as much as him.

Nya *bashes in door

Jay: Omg I’m so in love with her

Can’t help but laugh every time I read through this scene.

“Do you think seagulls eggs are edible?”

Lmao this conversation

Ugh and Nya written so real, she expect Jay to be transparent with her like he’s always been and believes that he is fine when he tells her.

He placed his forehead on the wood as soon as the door stopped getting pushed. “I can’t do this anymore. Fucking Master, I can’t do any of this anymore. So please-” He took a shuddering breath, trying to focus his blurry vision. He felt something getting on the wood on the other side, and wondered if she had her forehead there as well. It only made him want to sob harder. “Please, don’t remind me of how weak I am.”

He had whispered that, but the sob that reached his ears made him aware she heard him.

He cried. He cried, and let himself sliding along the wooden door, to be on his knees. He didn’t think he’d be able to stand up after this. He placed both hands on the door, not bothering to hold the handle anymore.

“I’m so sorry Nya.” He breathed, speaking through his tears. “Please, just please. Don’t ask questions. I’m begging you.”

He heard a sniffle from behind, before an exhale echoed in the other room. “I won’t. I swear. Just… just let me help you take care of those.” She cleared her throat. “You did so fucking good so far, I swear, but stop pretending you can take care of those on your own. At least, let me help you with the physical pain.”

Jay closed his eye. He waited, but he still didn’t hear her getting away. He sighed, getting rid of the last tears on his cheek, before getting back up on shaky legs. He turned the lock, slowly, but didn’t touch anything further. He walked away from the door, making sure to be facing it.

Nya waited a little, before opening the door, slowly, peaking her head inside. She had red and puffy eyes, her face still fresh from tears.

“…Jay?”

He raised a hand “Just.” He turned to the bed, sitting on it with a big sigh. “Let’s just get this over with. Please.”

He won’t take care of himself >:( Hat said Nya has trauma from Kai never actually taken care of himself or opening up till crisis growing, so she’s pushy.

Arms surrounded him. Strong, but not as large as the djinn’s. Holding him with force, but not too tight. Just what he felt he needed. The person was red, illuminated by in a blue light by his powers as lightning shot everywhere to attack those that dared getting close to him.

But she could stay. Her embrace was burning, at first, like a brand. So he tried to push her off, as much as he pulled on her clothing to have her close. He didn’t want to be left alone again. Not with Nadakhan, at least. He didn’t want to face any of this twisted evil on his own. The vines that were strangling his heart to pump his blood faster diminished their strength, so he could breath correctly as she hugged him.

Finally, he hugged back. His nails clinging at her back. He didn’t understand it, but his powers were still coming out of him. He didn’t understand that it meant she could be getting hurt too. But she seemed so patient. The thought that she could be in pain didn’t even brush him.

He just needed her.

The blue lights all over soon diminished, and the heartbeat in his ears slowed. He still could only hear that, until he could hear someone breathing. It was low, and focused, so he based his own lungs on that rhythm. It felt good, like water lulling him. Soon, he wasn’t drowning anymore. He was floating, because the water had decided to help him out of the depths.

Comforttttt Nya gets lightning scars tooo. The wording here makes me happy water symbolism it’s so ugghhh!

(Spoilers ch 10)

HAt said screw canon, they kiss!!! And I’m all here for it.

Time stopped for Jay.

It felt eternal, in that moment, to have her lips on his, correcting some of the fears from in his brain. This, was a kiss. Not like anything the djinn had stolen from him in a horrible way. She was so nice, and careful in this. Almost moving naturally.

The surprise made him gasp, small sparkles escaping his lips. But she didn’t back away; in fact, it was almost as if it made her want to deepen the kiss, sighing at the feeling of Jay’s lightning on her lips.

But he hadn’t been able to kiss back, nor enjoy it properly, before she pushed him back through the portal.

Jay’s interaction with his parents breaks my heart.

“Mom! Oh Master, Mom! It’s really you!” She gasped at the sudden hug, her bones and joints not really used anymore at surprising movements or anything like that. But she took it, for Jay. She hugged back, her hands pushing on the between of his shoulder-blades, to feel him through the tissues. But it wasn’t the only barrier. There were bandages here, too. She frowned, but kept a firm embrace, wanting to focus on the fact that he was here.

“Yes Jay! It’s me!” And she couldn’t really fight the way her voice wavered, not enjoying the emotions that strangled her. “You’re home.”

“H- Home?” He pulled away, looking around and panting, as if out of breath.

“H- Huh. I didn’t…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but frowned as he looked around, perhaps suddenly realizing that he was, indeed, home. She didn’t ask anything, and grabbed his face between her hands, to get him to look at her.

“Oh Jay. What happened?”

He breathed. “I just… I- can you hold me? Please?”

She nodded, and sat on the bed, to hold him properly. He threw himself on her, trying to keep air flowing in and out despite his unstoppable sobbing. She passed her hand back and forth on his back, thinking of nothing in particular. She couldn’t, or she’d lost herself in despair.

And if she did, she would cry with him, and wouldn’t restrain herself to ask questions, and figure out what had happened to her baby. Why was he hurt? Who did this to him? What happened to his eye? Did he come back from another fight?!

Oh, sometimes she wondered why he hadn’t just stayed their little boy, chasing his dreams in the big city as the most creative inventor. But Ed and her could never go against this dream of his. They could only stay in the back, and encourage him as he became, well, a hero.

The price was too big, she saw it every time he came home, with marks from his fights, or when he had to turn down one of their invitation to get to work. He usually came back with a big grin, proud of himself with new tales to ramble about, or complain of the simplest things. But it had never had this kind of consequences.

Something horrible happened to him. And she hated the idea that she hadn’t been there for him.

MAN

A little moment I like personally, and I drew is when Jay summoned his Dragon.

“Jay laughed. He had done it! He had summoned his dragon! The wind slapping his face and messing with his hair had never felt so good! He sighed, enjoying the fresh air above the desert, wanting to throw his fists in the air and scream at the top of his lungs. So he did! This stretched on his muscles, hurting, but not enough to stop his insane happiness, taking over. He screamed, glad no one was around to witness this madness.

Frankly, he didn’t think he’d care about that.”

(This was the second thing I drew in the scars are not accurate)

He blinked, looking at the concerned face of Cole. His friend gave him a bright smile upon seeing he had woken up. “Hey zap-mouth.”

Jay groaned, not able to stop the small smile on his lips. “Hi boulder brain- ugh.” He still felt heavy- perhaps side effects from being stuck in that blade, and had to accept the hand that was offered to him to get back up.

The cold hand was a welcomed feeling. He looked at it, then the arm, and then Cole.

I… I did it. He looked around, seeing his friends, all watching him expectantly. He swallowed hard, tears building up as he realized he truly had managed to get everyone out of the blade. Holy shit.

He noticed the cabin was now in shambles, but couldn’t think of it too much, when a hand came on his shoulder. He looked up, to see his Sensei, nodding to him.

Strong red arms pulled him into a hug, wheezing air out of him. “Jay you did it!”

He cracked a smile, and chuckled, tears falling down. “I… It’s great to see you guys!-” The grip around his arms tightened, forcing a cry to get past his lips. Kai placed him back down, apologizing, and dusting off his arms- only making things worst, but Jay wasn’t about to tell him.

COLE COLE AND other I love them I Need Them. JAy did it!!

(Ch 11)

A strong hand on his shoulder. He looked behind, seeing Cole with worried features.

“Jay, wait.”

He pinched his lips. He knew the question that was going to fall on him, but kept looking at his friend anyway. “How…” He swallowed thick. How was he supposed to ask this?

“How are you holding up?”

Jay gnawed his lip, his mind spacing out quickly as he thought of all the answers he could give- answers that would make him fall on his knees, body weakening if he ever stopped the adrenaline, to really take in all that had happened. A pain flashed through his spine, and he had to hold back both tongue and tears to not crumble in the hands of his best friend.

So, he shrugged. “I’m fine, I guess.” Lie. Lie lie lie lie- and Cole knew it. “I just… I’ll feel better when we get rid of Nadakhan.”

The ghost frowned, lower lip trembling as he restrained the shaking of his body. He wanted- he wanted to do something, anything. Hold the blue ninja in his arms, maybe? So he tried, but Jay took a step back, and it was like a spear, got through his heart. But he couldn’t force his friend to come to him, he had- to respect whatever was happening to him.

“Cole, can you… can you not say anything to the others?”

It broke him from his thoughts. What? “I just… don’t tell them what happened. Please. I- I can’t-” he gasped, and cleared his throat. “I can’t keep going if the others know. Please.”

Cole nodded, but Jay shook his head. “No, I want you to promise me with words. Here, and now.”

What am I supposed to do? If he even tried to share that with someone-who could he even say that to? Jay didn’t want anyone to know, and this was his choice. As… heartbreaking as it was.

As difficult as it would be for Cole.

Especially when he wanted Jay anywhere but near the djinn. But they needed him, and his guidance, since he was the only one that had spent that much time with- fuck, he hated thinking of that. And, with the lightning ninja wanting nothing more then what had happened to be kept as a secret, telling everyone that he did not want to see Jay part of this mission could only raise suspicions.

Fuck. Fuck, I hate this. But after everything, they could talk about it, he hoped.

“I…” He couldn’t go against that one wish. “I promise, Jay.”

COLE AGh MAN fuck my feelings every time you open your mouth.

He then looked back to his friends, seeing Cole trying to come back to him and Nya. Which, Jay knew he could’ve managed, with how weak Dogshank was becoming each second, soon without enough force to keep him from coming back in the room.

But Jay shook his head. It froze Cole on spot.

He could almost hear the panicked interrogation in his head, and it made him crack a smile. Such a boulder brain.

He looked at his best friend, silent tears falling as he made him understand that he couldn’t come to save them. Not now. Cole gritted his teeth, still hesitant. So Jay mouthed the word “Go”, letting unspeakable words being shared, to make sure he would not try to come for them. Jay and Nya were too weak to follow, and by the time they reached the broken doors, Nadakhan would’ve already gotten rid of Doubloon. This, he was sure of.

So they had to escape, now that they could.

I’m counting on you to save us. Cole cried, but nodded back, following reluctantly his friends and the pirates that had helped them.

Uggggh he had to leave Jay behind to save them all hurt how much they care for each other.

(13 there is 0 comfort in ch 12 oops Just horrors)

JAY Catches a LIGHTNING BOLT and fucks of the monsters arm.

Catch that force, take it away; but this time to keep it in. He inhaled hard through the mouth, because his nose had stopped answering too, apparently. He twitched, once, twice, feeling everything collide inside of him; the electricity he produced, and the one coming from the outside. Electrons mad to be confronted to something that stayed a threat despite their similarities.

But they had no choice. They had to cooperate. His fingers shook, as he absorbed everything, and then everything tensed, and then-

He took a deep breath, feeling the insanity of his lightning under his skin. He heard gasps, and he really didn’t know what that much power was looking like on him. He exhaled, and focused his eye back on the djinn. He still had his hand on the lever, made out of metal, like everything around them in this room. And he has no fucking glove.

The lightning was buzzing, getting his train of thoughts. Apparently, liking the idea.

Because Jay did.

Jay cracked a smile, enjoying how it made Nadakhan’s eyes widen in surprise.

Motherfucker.

After thinking that, he released everything, letting it explode through the vengestone, the chains, the wires that were connected to him, and the machine.

It felt heavenly, despite old and new wounds re-opening under this much pressure. He could feel his blood, pouring out, from his head, his arms, hands, chest- he coughed, as lightning still escaped him, feeling the dizziness taking over.

Last thing he saw, was Nadakhan holding a smoking arm, screaming and looking at Jay with rage.

Worth it.

He blacked out with a smile, ready to let himself go.

The kind lady give food :,)

“Oh First Master of Spinjitzu. You’re… you’re Jay! The lightning ninja!”

He tried to answer, getting shocked by his own nerves. He shook his head, almost feeling those sparks escape his mouth to float all the way to his brain, before gone. He clenched his fists, trying to get back on his feet with the help of that golden bar, and looked at the woman through the cage.

He sighed. “Used to be.” Damn, his voice sounded broken and raspy. He looked away in shame.

“What?” She took back the pitcher she had used to hydrate him. “What do you mean?”

“Take a look.”

And she did. Though her face indicated that she had focused on his state before, it seemed like she still wasn’t able to stomach it. A shuddered breath made it past her lips, and she reached for something inside the pocket of the robe she was wearing- the cloth had flowers pattern, probably beautiful when brand new. But here, it was torn, in parts…

Seems like we got one thing in common, fuck. He turned his head away, not able to take in something else he had failed when he had given the djinn power. He started to shake, ready to let another trail of tears fall down his face. But he couldn’t, not in front of someone who seemed as distressed as he was; so he took a deep breath, and turned back to look at her. She had retrieved bread, in that dress, that she handed to him- to his mouth, since he couldn’t use his hands.

“Here, I stole that from the kitchens.” She smiled. “They’re not very careful about things.”

He thanked her, and opened his mouth. His stomach rumbled, and though he blushed in embarrassment, she didn’t say anything, holding the back of his head so he wouldn’t get hurt when bending his neck that way to eat the bread.

It was dry, but it was better then nothing. And after so long without food, it felt heavenly.

How many people were stuck here? People he couldn’t help, despite his best attempts.

Fuck off, what kind of attempts, exactly? When he had tried to cowardly run away from Delara? Or when he had eaten an innocent?

He was useless. And he knew that. She must’ve noticed something in his eye, because she hurriedly spoke, as soon as he finished the bread.

“Please, don’t give up. I have no idea what’s going on outside.” She took a deep breath. “But if you’re still alive, then it has to mean not everything is lost. Please.” She placed a shaky hand on his shoulder, her eyes watering with emotion. “Please.”

…Was she seeing a symbol of hope? He hated that. He wasn’t one! And he had to tell her! But when he opened his mouth, no words came out. Instead, his throat tightened.

Because he could see the cracks in her, too. How close she was to give up- she had, at some point. Did seeing Jay lift her spirits back up? Her eyes were almost dull, but ready to let that hope shine through.

So…

He nodded, ever so slowly, and forced on his muscle to speak. “I won’t. Don’t worry.” Lie. “I won’t let anyone down.” Maybe she wouldn’t notice he was lying, since he couldn’t really make a difference himself if he was or not; it sounded more like he tried to convince himself.

Something sparked, in her eyes, and a frail smile drew on her lips when she sighed, relieved to hear him say those words. “Thank you. For everything-”

The Ninja finding him is currently the scene that’s emotionally devastating me.

Cole took a deep breath, and raised both arms up. He then left some space, walking back.

Jay looked at him confused, but with a form of relief. His arms lowered down, and he was still shaking, but it somehow worsened when his eye suddenly widened- the face he would do when realizing something important.

So, the earth ninja tried to keep his face neutral, as he looked at him directly in the eye. 

“I swear Jay. I swear to you, I’ll make them pay.”

COLE they found Jay because of him this scene is so so sweet and bitter.

A hand came on his back, and he gasped. But this time, the hand didn’t go away. It pulled him, and he tried with whatever force left in him to fight against it. But he ended up in the cold arms of the ghost, embracing him like he was the most precious thing in the world. And he hated that, just as much as he craved this. Because this really was his best friend- because it meant they still cared.

Other arms came in, and he saw the white tissue that defined the ice ninja. Still so cold, somehow more then the ghost’s ones.

He cried when red surrounded him too. Sobbed, even, in the welcomed heat that was so different from Nadakhan’s, bringing some kind of peace to his mind at the idea that the djinn’s was nothing but foreign and poisoning, compared to this one. He hadn’t even been aware they could be different kinds of heat- or maybe his brain was making things up to make him feel better.

Never the less, he held onto those. He didn’t know which arms he was holding onto, exactly, but he couldn’t care. He sobbed harder, closing his eye, realizing that this was real.

His brothers were here, and he was about to get out of here.

I’m so soft for hugs I can’t even function.

Anyways thanks again for the ask!! I think my heart has been waiting for someone to ask me this.

For more of my bbnb art here

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CAPTAIN BRITAIN COSTUME RATINGS

Totally impromtu and totally subective to my tastes! Focusing on Brian because his are the costumes i have the strongest feelings towards. Here we goooo!!!!

Original: 6/10

This one is a-okay and ive seen it look really cool in the hands of some artists, but it’s not a fave. The mask is cool, i like the big lion, and the Union Jack armbands are pretty neat, but it just doesnt really come together to me. Also i think Lionheart wore it better, but nobody gives a damn about her 😔

Alan Davis design: 10/10

PLEASE look at this suit, the simple iconic design, the color placements, the boots, the COOL helmet with the chin guard, i love it so much. I used to be confused by the huge X his costume makes but it does fit with how much he associates with X-Men characters. This will always be one of my favorite Alan Davis designs, and now that I’ve seen the other potential costumes he drew when brainstorming i can say we hit the fucking jackpot here.

Alan Davis Redux: 9/10

I dont like this one as much as Davis’ original design, but it’s still really good. The color balance is more or less the same, and as as a person who has drawn the previous Captain Britain suit i do appreciate the simplification. Plus, the biggest thing I appreciate Davis bringing to Captain Britain’s design is his beefy physique, and that has yet to change. So what’s to complain about?

Britannic: 2/10

In terms of 90s redesigns this is about as inoffensive as you can get, but it’s so damn boring. This looks like something Brian would wear for some one-off Excalibur mission, but it’s just his regular suit. Hell it looks like an undersuit that’s missing some kinda armor! Literally only thing worse than this costume to me is the name “Britannic.” Like are you kidding me. The only reason he isnt 1/10 is this is some of the best hair Brian has ever had. Literally a helmetless version of any of his costumes with this flowing hair would be SICK.

King of Otherworld: 3/10

Really don’t give a fuck about this one tbh. It’s not all bad, it’s clearly drawing from his original costume with some of the iconography and i can certainly see that working, but without the mask??? The best part of his original costume??? Or maybe some variation on helmets? Also, again, Lionheart basically wore a version of this suit that was better in every way.

New Excalibur: 8/10

Okay now we’re talking!!! A nice update of the classic design that makes a few interesting changes. I always thought the black sleeves were kinda neat, as is the helmet resembling a more traditional superhero mask. The modern detailings, however, i’m completely indifferent toward. You could tell me this was Ultimate Captain Britain and id believe you (which is funny as some of the Ultimate designs resemble the classic suit way more than this one does). Still, not bad at all!

M.I. 13: 4/10

Im gonna be real, this is probably my least favorite one, but i don’t think it’s the worst. It’s just so bland. It’s not like a helmetless look couldnt work, Brian and Betsy rock that look quite a bit, and Ultimate Jamie Braddock KILLS with it. But like the overly simplistic design, thinner build, lame haircut, he’s just missing so many vital qualities.

Sword of Might: 7/10

This design is very cool and i love how it combines his og and classic looks in a more armored appearance. If he had blue covering his mouth this would be my favorite upgrade of his original design. However i ultimately don’t think this is a design id wanna see regularly because i just don’t like his original suit that much. But still, so cool to see!

Captain Avalon: 6/10

I greatly appreciate the return of the BEEF but i find this suit kinda mid. It’s just a Captain Britain reskin, like he’s Thunderstrike or the Scarlet Spider. But that’s perfectly okay. Frankly my biggest problem with it is that I don’t get why it exists. Like okay Brian is retired and he seems fine with that but there’s a million Captain Britains. There are LITERALLY retired Captain Britains hanging out in Otherworld all the time! Did they get new costumes too? Who knows. On the other hand, this is the least connected to Britain he’s ever been in terms of name and design, so in a way that makes it a secret 10/10!!! Wow!!!

#captain britain #brian braddock #comics corner #costume ratings

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kylejsugarman · 1 year

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Please don’t ever feel like you’re annoying us w your au! It really makes me feel like I’m watching Jesse live out his Happily Ever After in Alaska which is all I’ve ever wanted, your characters are so drawn out they’re basically canon to me now <3 Baby esp speaks to the Weird Little Girl I used to be who was also obsessed w marine biology (I esp love Orcas… Baby hit me w some Orca facts pls??) also would love to hear more ab this au + Mike lives w Jesse in Alaska au bc you know that’s my favorite 🥺👉👈

IM 🥺 literally i just need to know that things will be ok for him in the end, ill make the spinoff sequel show, ill build his little alaska world. it really means a lot to hear that people actually Like the au and the characters because its super special to me!! we all need some love and warmth and a little kid who pretends to be coral and fact checked the "blackfish" documentary, and no one deserves all that more than jesse tbh 💕

and u also know that my love for the mike + jesse dynamic got dialed up to 11 the first time i got within 10 feet of ur blog, so of COURSE i was going to figure out a way to get them back together. it just makes me so emotional to think of jesse not only having the closest thing he ever had to a positive male role model back in his life, but having someone who Knows what exactly he went through and how specifically, granularly fucked up it was. someone who knows what he means when he says "i thought i saw Him in a crowd today", someone who will listen and understand the extent of the depravity when he talks about his captivity. that just feels so important, to have one positive connection to his past that jesse can bring into his new life and also that connection gets to be mike!!! best friend mike!! who was already getting soft for the kid and seeing him here—free, in control of his life, no one telling him what to do—and with a soft place to land in his family just makes the heart grow fonder. mike is of course cursed to always be a crusty old man, but that doesn't mean he can't take the family fishing (towards the end, before everything fell apart, he'd started thinking about maybe teaching jesse to fish. it'd probably be too boring for the kid but its a good skill to have) and get baby one of those plastic "my first fishing pole" poles. it just really makes that aching emptiness in his chest that he's been trying to fill ever since matty feel smaller when mike comes up the cabin and opens the door to demi instantly taking his jacket and telling him that she recorded the toronto game for him since he was driving up during it, to baby solemnly informing him about how salmon migration patterns have changed in the area where they usually fish, and to jesse who always looks at him like that first time they first crossed paths in alaska, with that kind of pitiful, kind of heartwarming combo of disbelief and childlike glee. like he's afraid this is all a dream but doesn't want to wake up and found out. mike's less stingy with hugs these days.

#angrylesbianstereotype #ask #syd squeaks #this got stupid long christ but this is also ur fault for summoning mike jesse demons that accost me every single day #jesse pinkman #mike ehrmantraut #demi ayuluk #baby ayuluk

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atypicalsouda · 5 months

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🚫If you happen to ship romantically with Fuyuhiko then I’d rather you don’t interact please.🚫

I downloaded literally all (with his eyepatch anyway) of Fuyu’s fullbody sprites today- so I’m gonna gush and rate them cuz I love my hubby 🥰

Part 1 cuz I can only have so many pics lol

insane f/o love below- I also get a lil suggestive so yeah

Sprite 1: Sighs groans hand on hip

He’s dealing with those troublesome jackasses whoever they are. Such a disappointed parent. I love how you can see his eyelashes stillllllll jdndhdjdb my pretty baby ❤️

also since this is the first one- ever notice how his shoes have a slight heel? It makes me feel things. Sad things.

5/10

Sprite 2: Contemplative. Not present thoughts too loud do not disturb

Mans is out here watching paint dry while having an existential crisis. Looking like a kid who got told we have food at home. In such damn cute waybdbbdhbdbdb 😩

5/10

Sprite 3: Wow. WOW. woow. wOw.

Surprised babmboozled smackeldorfed. He can’t look away from me💕~

3/10

Sprite 4: It’s Fuyuhiko. Normal.

Look at that face *sighs* that little thing he’s doing with his lip I love him so much 🥰 you keep on looking tough baby

10/10

Sprite 5: yells fuck five million times lil angry vein pop

‼️Cw/tw for my horny ass‼️

Is it bad that I find this one so hot??? 🥵 When I see this one I can hear him yelling profanities and I just-

-think about him punishing me by-

ANYWAY I mean look at his fist lord it grew two sizes that day

9/10 only cuz it turns me on too much lol

Sprite 6: Baby boy. Bababababyy

I love his posture here if that makes any sense-it probs doesn’t. Ugh but my absolute favorite thing about this one is his lips!! I love that you can clearly see that his upper is a bit bigger 🥺❤️ favorite way his mouth is drawn by a long shot. Might be one of my faves in general too

10/10

Sprite 7: Number six’s twin brother. Almost

I love this expression he’s so concerned. Dealing with idiots again lol. And that mouth the same way as before toooo so cute ☺️ not much else to say tho

8/10

Sprite 8: Cocky bastard vibes I wanna pinch his cheek

Look at that smirkkkkkk and I love when I can see his RINGS it’s so GOOD!! Ugh baby man ❤️

6/10

Sprite 9: oh sweaty. Nerves

Tbh this one is kinda hot too 👀….for obvious reasons out of the game’s context. It’s the one to use as a starting point for a horny edit lmao

The best thing about this one tho is that you can see that blue jewel on the one ring 🥰 I love it I wanna kiss it like the king he is in my eyes

8/10

Sprite 10: BLUSHY HUBBY JYGVHFFA

There are no fucking words to describe how much I love this sprite/man. Or how this one makes me feel. I had it on a pillow that I slept with for most of the time I’ve been with him-before getting my proper body pillow. It means a lot to me tbh. Fave. You go on and adjust that tie. 😭❤️

10/10

#stay tuned for part 2 #fuyu💓#f/o stuff #danganronpa self ship #f/o gush #long long post #sorry not sorry #tw suggestive #self shipping #I am insane about him #if your f/o has sprites you should do this too lol

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peachwitchkristen · 1 year

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realizing an epiphany [about aphrodite]

y’all.

i don’t know how i didn’t realize this the whole time.

but like, aphrodite has been trying to grab my attention for gods-know-how-long now.

lately i’ve felt such a strong pull towards peach or pink colors, as well as lilac (which i know isn’t associated with her but its still a bright pastel color) even though my main aesthetic/favorite color has always been black, i felt THE STRONGEST urge to purchase a $40 journal featuring “the great wave off kanagawa” painting as the skin of the book (and, y’know, aphrodite is associated with the ocean and the background of the painting is like a peachy pink color) which i now use as my grimoire/book of shadows.

a picture of the painting, for quick reference:

i also have felt so strangely drawn to the ocean, ocean iconography, and just the element of water for years now, and i never knew why, because i’ve never liked the ocean (it scares me) and because i’m not even a water sign. i’m a fire sign (leo). the closest correlation i have to water signs is being a pisces moon. i also was curious and looked up what aphrodite’s symbol is and if she has one and. y’all.

and look at the tattoo i’ve had for years, plus wanted to get for 5 years prior to me actually getting it (excuse the bad picture):

i had originally gotten the tattoo for another reason (in honor of my favorite band, bring me the horizon, and my favorite album of theirs, sempiternal) but do y’all SEE all the correlations?!?! i realize the “aphrodite’s symbol” thing might not be accurate but STILL, the idea of that being true tho?? like are you kidding me??

i also was browsing through witchblr the other day and it was talking about deity worship and i originally was wanting to work with hecate but then i saw a post talking about deity communication, while thinking about wanting to work with hecate, but then aphrodite was mentioned and i just felt the STRONGEST warmth in my chest and was FILLED with such positive energy/emotion to the point of almost crying, and ever since i’ve felt like aphrodite has been trying to get my attention this whole time and i’ve only just now realized it.

not to mention, several years ago, i swear i heard her voice in my head when i was fretting over a problem in my love life back then. it was the strangest thing; the thought/voice didn’t feel like it came from my head at all. it felt like it came from the back of my head, when my inner monologue has always felt like it was from the front of my head.

now i’m just picturing aphrodite like, banging on pots and pans and yelling for me to pay attention to try to get my attention this whole time LOL

#aphrodite #deity work #deity worship #aphrodite worship #deity #deities #witchy #witchcraft #witchblr #hellenic religion #hellenic polytheism #hellenic polytheistic #pagan #paganblr #peach witch speaks

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faszaakisshobbi · 1 year

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March TC Challenge 20-26

do you feel guilty about having feelings for your tc? hell yeah i feel terrible. why am i so attached to these poor women ohmygod 😭 i mean i have my suspicions that the attachment is from trauma and possible emotional abuse and things i lacked as a kid and currently lack now. but idk i still feel really bad. and i also don’t know how i see either of them. like pls stop thinking abt some nsfw things w/ them this isn’t helping things 💀

are you insecure about them liking another student more than you? for П i know i’m her favorite because it’s completely obvious. but i don’t want to be replaced but i know it’s inevitable now that i’m transferring schools. with Б i have never seen her interact with any other students other than this one kid because she doesn’t teach in a school setting. but im very sure i’m not even close to most liked. i want to be her favorite though.

what kind of hairstyle would you love to see them in? uhh idk. П cuts her hair once a year 😭😭 to a really short bob cut and i wish she kept it consistently that short bc it looks so good and really fits her!! and years ago Б had REALLY short hair like a pixie cut. i didn’t meet her when she had hair that short but it looked really good and i wanna see her hair like that again!

do you think they trust you? i go into Б’s house for 3ish hours a week for lessons and i’ve baby-sat her son so i think she trusts me lol. no but seriously she’s talked a lot about her mental health and i just know she doesn’t do that with everyone. and for П she tells me some pretty personal stuff about her and we’ve texted on her personal number. she is comfortable hugging me unlike with almost other students. so i think she trusts me.

what's the most comedic moment that's occurred between you two? i can’t currently remember anything with П because there are so many moments that just blur together. but for Б one time recently she was super enthusiastic and then she stabbed me with her viola bow pretty hard and she leaned in to make sure i was okay and i accidentally hit her and we were both laughing a bunch.

have you ever drawn them or written about them to vent your feelings? i’ve drawn both of them. Б i drew much more successfully but i think i’ve drawn П more. i wanna write but i lack motivation lmao.

how do you feel when you're around them? are you so nervous that you can't concentrate, or do you just feel happy that you get to spend time with them? with П i can try to convince myself that when i’m alone with and/or physically close to her i’m fine, but i’m not. sometimes the way she looks at me is the most distracting thing in the middle of a piece, especially recently. now with Б i was nervous at first but i really do just love being around her. she brings me so much joy.

#teacher crush #female teacher crush #female tc #tc crush #tc love #tc community #tc feelings #tc post #tc blog #teacher attachment #teacher crush community #teacher x student #tc challenge #tc confessions

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Which one of y’all wrote this?!?

It’s exquisite!

But I’m here for one reason and one reason alone.

Dianna Agron.

You probably know Dianna Agron from “Glee,” or “Shiva Baby,” or being an incredibly hot Jew recently interviewed by Hey Alma. I’ve been a fan of hers since “Glee,” since I watched her sing and dance in a revealing cheerleading uniform. There aren’t many things you can pinpoint with accuracy in your life, but I’m pretty sure I can say this with full confidence: Dianna Agron made me gay.

The crowd is mixed. There are a few groups of young women, one very fashionable young guy. They all have a queer air about them, and I know I’m not just projecting: I can hear their conversations and they are gay.

At first I think most people in attendance tonight will be Gleeks, at least the young ones. I mean, why else would you pay to see Dianna Agron sing at a fancy hotel? That shit’s expensive. Later that night, when I told my friend’s mum I saw jazz at the Carlyle, she told me I got a “real New York experience.” Young people can’t afford that! Unless you’re a dedicated Gleek.

Growing up in 2009 was confusing. I was 14, and being 14 sucked. When “Glee” came along, it was funny and edgy and it was gay. So gay. I say now, only partly as a joke, that “Glee” made me gay. Not in a malicious, gay-agenda kind of way, but more in a “this is the first time I see gay people on screen and now I realize they exist” kind of way. Quinn Fabray, Agron’s character, was my favorite. And that shit was confusing. Quinn was a devout Christian, blonde and blue-eyed and villainous yet infinitely likable. I was drawn to Agron, and her character, in a way I didn’t fully understand yet. Why was I obsessed with this gorgeous, impeccable woman? Why did looking at her make my stomach flutter? I followed Agron from project to project, watching literally anything and everything she appeared in. And that includes an ad for a Nintendo 3DS. I was obsessed. And unknowingly, I was very gay.

Dianna Agron is late, by almost 15 minutes.

I’ve got nothing to do but scan the room. I’m not sure why older people are here. The folks next to me are middle-aged and seemingly heterosexual. There are elderly people at the bar across from me. There are finance guys with their done-up girlfriends. Middle-aged couples with their 20-something daughters. Queers. Me. A woman reading the Wall Street Journal. A regular swapping family updates with the bartender.

This is the power of Dianna. She brings us together.

Dinner and a show at the Carlyle seems like it exists in a different era, like I’ve stepped into a portal and come out into 19-dickety-2. Dianna has that vibe, too. That old school charm, the timelessness to her features. Like you could find her likeness in a Buzzfeed article titled “25 Pictures of Bona Fide Ellis Island Hotties.” She wouldn’t look out of place in furs and a fancy cigarette holder. I realize I’ve just described Cruella de Ville. I guess that’s my epitome of old school fancy. I try to lean in.

I order a gin and tonic and it is mostly gin. I’ve barely eaten all day and my head is starting to spin. It’s either the alcohol or my body can sense that Dianna is near.

Finding out celebrities are Jewish is always weirdly exciting. Finding out Dianna Agron is Jewish when I was 14 was like finding out Santa is real and also he’s your distant cousin. Sure, there was absolutely no reason for our paths to ever cross; the chances of successful-actress-who-lives-in-L.A. Dianna Agron meeting me, a kid from Australia who attended an all girls’ Chabad school, were literally zero. But when I realized we were both Jewish, anything felt possible: a Shabbat meal we miraculously both attend, a performance of “Fiddler” on Broadway where we happen to sit next to one another. The Jewish world is impossibly small, and by some strange twist of fate, we are both in it.

It never happens, of course. No Shabbat, no random meet-cute. The closest I get is my friend meeting her in a cafe in Jerusalem a few years ago. I think it’s for the best. Imagine getting close enough to Dianna Agron that you could talk to her; I don’t think I’d be able to cope.

I come within mere inches of Dianna Agron.

She enters the room and stands right next to me, waiting for her musical cue. Her band has already taken the stage (her violinist and cellist are HOT. Like, hot hot). Wall Street Journal Lady is watching the stage, asks me if she’s obstructing my view of the band. She literally does not realize Dianna Agron is standing right next to us. Literally, right next to us. Like I could reach out and tap her on the shoulder and ask if she comes here often.

Thank God I’m wearing a mask, I decide, as Dianna takes to the stage and starts to sing. Otherwise everyone would be able to see this dumb fucking smile that stays on my face for the rest of the night.

I’m going to be honest with you, I don’t listen to a lot of jazz. Up until this night, my favorite jazz is H. Jon Benjamin’s comedy album. But now I love jazz. Jazz is the best. It suits Dianna’s voice so perfectly. I think it’s absolutely criminal that all those years on “Glee” and she didn’t sing any jazz. She sang a funk song, but no jazz. She sang showtunes, but no jazz.

A crime. A crime against humanity and Dianna Agron stans.

Her voice has a sultry quality, and that is the first time I’ve ever used that word. She hits low notes in a way that hits me straight in the chest. She scrunches her nose as she smiles in a way that I recognize from online performances I’ve obviously watched before.

When your personality is formed by pop culture, seeing a celebrity almost feels like seeing an old friend. I know, logically, this isn’t true; Dianna Agron does not know me, and I do not know her. But I know a version of her, the version she puts on in interviews. When she laughs throughout the show, I know that laugh. I’ve seen the smile she throws at the audience dozens of times before. This is what this is, at its core, I decide. Old friends. A whole room of them, watching their queen bee.

Dianna doesn’t look like a lot of the Jews I know. It’s something the Jewish media loves to talk about, somewhat saltily. Dianna Agron, always the non-Jewish bridesmaid and never the bride under the chuppah. Obviously, I first knew her as Quinn Fabray, noted Christian, who bullies Jewish Rachel Berry with a merciless quality some may describe as “small-town antisemitism.” More recently, Agron’s character in “Shiva Baby” is the only non-Jewish character in the whole movie. There’s also that time she played a nun in one of the greatest (and gayest) nun films of all time, “Novitiate”. And who could forget when she played famous Mormon Brandon Flowers’ girlsona in the “Just Another Girl” music video? OK. I’ll stop showing off my impressive Dianna Agron knowledge now.

I’ve spent a lot of time in my life considering what it means to look like a Jew. As a woman, I never had to grow peyos, or wear a kippah and tzitzit like the boys did. My dad would cover his kippah with a baseball cap if we wandered too far from home, and my brother quickly learned to do the same. For a long time, the only way I felt identifiably Jewish was by the knee-length skirts that screamed “Modern Orthodox.” But I stopped wearing skirts years ago. The Chabad boys handing out Shabbat candles in New York only offered me some because I stopped to ask them for directions.

In the Carlyle, there’s nothing that demarcates me as “Jew.” I could, for all intents and purposes, choose to play the role of “non-Jew” for this evening’s performance. But I say a bracha (blessing) before I sip my drink. I read a d’var torah while I wait for the show to begin. And I think, somewhat simply, that actors are not the roles they inhabit.

A waiter brings a cake with a candle into the crowd, and Dianna wishes the recipient a happy birthday. Her crowd work throughout is amazing. She laughs and smirks. I remember I am gay, very gay. At one point she turns her back to the audience and throws us a look over her shoulder. My automatic internal response is “step on me.” At another moment, she tells the audience that she and the band “like applause,” and my internal voice says, “OK, Rachel Berry.” She sings “Our Day Will Come,” which was performed on season six of “Glee,” an episode that she didn’t even appear in. Still, my hand flies to my chest as I hear echoes of the “Glee” version, echoes of Naya Rivera and Darren Criss (the latter who, incidentally, I met after the show. Wild).

I wonder how hard it must be to divorce herself from “Glee,” and from the type of fandom and fans it has spawned. When you have something as big, as iconic and divisive and culturally groundbreaking, attached to your name, it must be hard to feel as though you’re maturing as a performer. Do you expect your fans to mature along with you? Do you expect to pick up more on the way?

There’s no doubt in my mind that Dianna is picking up fans tonight. WSJ Lady is all in, as are the other bar regulars. Who better to spread the gospel of Dianna than Dianna herself?

Her pianist is Jewish, it turns out, and so is her drummer. She doesn’t, like, announce it or anything, but their names are Eden and Itai, so I kind of figure it out, you know?

She tells us she found her drummer on Instagram, scrolling casually.

And yet here I remain — with several mutuals, I might add — unfollowed, Ms. Agron. What’s up with that?

My notes get fewer and farther between from this point on. I’m a few drinks in, the room is too dark and I’m too mesmerized by what’s happening on stage. But here are some important things to know:

she sang in French

her mom cried and she called her out for it

she made a playlist of the songs she performed on Spotify because of course she did

she sang an Eartha Kitt song after the audience demanded two encores

she is wonderful.

Two things happen concurrently. I steal a pen from the hotel bar, and Dianna starts to sing “Moon River.” Without sounding like a crazed stalker, for a single moment in time, she’s singing to me. It might sound pathetic, it might sound insane, but here’s the truth of the matter:

In that moment, I am 16 again. I barely know anything about myself — I’m years away from coming out, and it’s something I’ve chosen to compartmentalize and never think about. I don’t know who I am, I just know who I don’t want to be. But through it all, there’s this person who has a Tumblr she posts on regularly, and she’s on my favorite TV show every week, and she’s pretty in a way that feels normal and Not Gay to obsess over.

Dianna sings “Moon River.” In that moment, as the last bars of the song play, I hold onto 16 as hard as I can.

Here’s the crux of the whole night. I know, when she exits the stage, she has to pass me again. I know. I deliberate all night whether to say, “Thank you, Ms. Agron,” like an absolute fool or stay quiet or what.

Obviously I go with the fool route. She rushes past me. I say thank you, not unlike a kindergartener being forced to thank their parents’ friend for something. She laughs. She says thank you to me.

There you have it. Mission accomplished. I have spoken to Dianna Agron one time.

Am I a changed person? Obviously not. I am who I was at the start of the night, just significantly drunker and with a new pen.

The WSJ lady asks me how I enjoyed it, and I tell her very much so. She also loved it. I ask her if she can airdrop me the videos she took throughout the night (even though we were told not to video!!!) and she says, “Of course!” so now I have the videos on my phone. I sent them to my friend who loves “Glee” just as much, if not more, than I do. But I don’t watch them. Why would I watch them when I experienced the magic first hand?

The Kotzker Rebbe once said that silence is the most beautiful of all sounds.

Clearly he never went to a Dianna Agron jazz show.

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