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alexsoenomel · 8 months

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Silly Little Nightmare (Dean Winchester x Reader fluff)

Summary: You have a nightmare and you go to Dean's room

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: death and fluff (sounds about right, eh?)

Word count: 1.1k

Note: Found an old fic I wrote years ago. It was horrible so I did I little editing. Enjoy!

Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

Not being able to sleep was a must in your book every night. You struggled with insomnia, nightmares and exhaustion your whole life and now living with two brothers in a cold bunker in the middle of nowhere didn’t help your situation whatsoever. The bunker was your home during the day, but a fucking nighmere during the night. The water in the pipes circling around your room made it almost impossible not to focus on the damn sound and cold air was trying to creep into your bones no matter how thick your blanket was – sometimes you hated it.

One night it got the best of you, it almost tore you apart completely and drove you to the brink of madness. When you decided to forcefully get yourself into a deep state of sleep by taking melatonin there it was: the dream – your worst nightmare. It started off as a pleasant scenario set in the late 50’s for some unknown reason. You and the older Winchester were on a mission to kill a creature who happened to have the ability to time travel. The younger brother wasn’t there; your brain was clever enough to take everything you love away from you – step by step. It made everything too real; every sound, every touch and every damn emotion seemed enhanced. It took you and Dean to a dark alley, similar to the ones where the worst killings and robberies would happen in real life. It made you think that Dean was the bad guy; it drugged you to the point where you couldn’t see nor hear straight. How the fuck did your brain manage to do that? You were a fucking masochist so maybe that was your answer. You couldn’t hear his voice, begging you to believe him and you didn’t see the expression on his face when you first took out your sharp knife. He looked like someone else – a monster in a human form with sharp teeth and yellow eyes, but it wasn’t Dean. He tried to run, but you were faster; he tried to fight you, but you were stronger in this universe. When you stabbed him it felt like cutting a piece of cake – surprisingly easy. You didn’t hear his hard groan but as soon as he hit the ground it was time to wake up and see what you had done. Your eyes were yours and true again as well as your ears, but you…you were far from yourself. He was laying there, blood all over his shirt and mouth, he was already far away from you. His eyes were open and empty. He was gone.

“Dean?” You got on your knees. “DEAN?”

Nothing. His groans and short breaths stopped. He wasn’t moving anymore.

“DEAN PLEASE?! Wake up?!”

“DEAN?”

The tears seemed so real and yet so foreign. Like a few drops from a cold autumn’s rain on your cheeks, but at the same time that familiar feeling of sorrow and emptiness hit you. Your body became weak, he wasn’t moving. He was gone.

You woke up. Sweat. Tears. The anger…everything hit you all at once. Shaking your head, desperately trying to pull yourself together and catch your breath, you got up and went to the hallway. It was pitch black; the darkness was overwhelming making you frantically wander. He was your first love, and first loves we tend to not forget nor get over it easily. Love sometimes wasn’t what poets make it to be; all happy and sweet as candy – it sometimes left scars, sometimes deep and more painful than any other childhood trauma you may have experienced.

No one knew about your love for Dean besides your heart. Sam was a friend, or even the brother you never had but Dean was the other side of the coin. If you could explain why he made your heart work faster you could but that was the thing about love, it was unexpected and unexplainable. The life you lived, the things you had seen, you couldn’t risk losing the friendship you had so you just buried it deep in your mind.

His room was the first one to the left. You gently opened the door and the silence was immediately replaced with soft snores coming from the bed.

“Dean?” You whispered, closing the door. “Dean?”

The sheets started moving in the dark as you sat next to him. “(Y/N)?”

“I’m sorry I-I…” You remembered the dream again. You saw his lifeless body again. “I had a nightmare.” With your sleeve you whipped the tears trying to not sound as pathetic as you thought you did.

“Hey, comere!” He pulled your arm and moved to the other side of the bed. You went with him under the covers feeling his warmth on your skin immediately. He smelled like mint with a dash of alcohol plus something that screamed Dean – a mix of leather and gunpowder. He wrapped his arms around your small frame pulling you closer to him.

You would hug here and there, but never like this. This was intimate and yet familiar.

“It was about you.” You said pressing your forehead against his chest.

“The nightmare?”

“Yeah, I killed you. I thought you were a monster and I killed you.” The tears started creeping in again as you tried your best to keep it together.

“It was just a dream, sweetheart.” He said softly. His chin was resting on top of your head.

“I’m sorry I woke you up. It’s just…” You couldn’t see him and you didn’t want to, you felt stupid. A grown ass woman crying over a bad dream – even worse a hunter.

You lifted your head up and feeling bold you placed a kiss on his cheek. “I’m sorry.” He was still a silhouette but his eyes were on you while he was trying to restrain himself from kissing you. You weren’t the only one who had deep buried feelings in the pits of your mind. He was hooked the minute you two jammed to Ramble On by Led Zeppelin in the Impala one gloomy Sunday night after a successful hunt.

“It’s…It’s okay.” You couldn’t see but he was flustered.

“Can I stay? Please?”

Something in his gut punched him, so he went for it. He kissed you. Not in the sweet ‘I have wanted to do that for a long time’ way, but ‘please never leave me I love you’ way. At first it felt like someone pushed your face into a candy bowl but with the sweetness and a light minty flavor there was also the pleasure that came with it. It literally took your breath away and you couldn’t help but moan a little.

“Stay and never leave.” He said.

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 3 months

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Hi Fen! Hope you're doing well <3

I've been having such a hard time going to sleep lately and I was wondering if the moon boys ever have that problem - when they're not trying to stay up that is. So what do you think? Do any of them have trouble falling asleep? What do they do when that happens? And how do you think they'd help a Reader who couldn't fall asleep?

I’m so sorry you’re having trouble sleeping! (And that it’s taken me so long to reply) I hope you're doing better now <3

Rating: PG Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: brief mention to sex

Steven

Doesn’t have trouble sleeping, and can go to sleep quite easily when he’s not fighting it AND when Marc isn’t co-fronting (Marc’s sleeping issues bleed over into Steven).

When you can’t sleep though Steven is more than happy to stay up with you.

“Spend most of my adult life on 2 hours of sleep a day, didn't I? Yes. So this isn’t even water off a duck’s back, this is air off a duck’s back, this is not even noticeable love.”

Will suggest lots of different things to do: reading (he will read to you if you want to try to sleep), watch something, listen to music, go on a weird London at 3:30am walk, “the night tube is running and we could go to 24 hour karaoke in Soho?”, “did you know these libraries are open at 4am?”, “I know a 24 gym that has a pool, we could go swimming!”, “Beckenham Place Park actually has open water swimming, I bet we’d be the only ones there! But I’m gonna wear a nose clip because I don’t want possible brain-eating amoeba up my nose, do I? No.” Proceeds to tell you a documentary's worth of information about Naegleria fowleri and how it was found in 1978 in Bath, so “yes it is in the UK Marc.”

Basically he’s full of ideas about where to go in the middle of the night that’s open because that’s what he used to do when he was trying not to sleep. (Also it’s nice to do things when there’s not so many people about.)

Will suggest driving to a spot he knows outside of London where there’s less light pollution to look at the stars. Will wake up Jake to do the driving. Will bully the hell out of Khonshu if the sky isn’t clear. (And will make him get rid of the cloud.)

100% would ask if you would like him to fuck you to sleep.

Marc

He’s not asleep either.

Usually gets Steven or Jake to fall asleep for him.

However, if they’re already asleep, or not available, he goes with the ‘I am laying down with my eyes closed, because it’s still resting’ philosophy.

He tries not to toss and turn a lot, but he does bless him.

Has tried to drink himself to sleep on several occasions.

Doesn’t like to see you having trouble sleeping at all and spends ages fussing over you.

Fluffs the pillows, gets extra blankets, gets less blankets, turns the heating on, gets the fan out, will run you a bath and put all the lavender stuff in and make you 500 herbal teas, then change the bed covers.

Will offer to sleep on the sofa or the floor so he doesn’t disturb you while you’re trying to sleep. (Then apologies when you obviously hate the idea of him being away from you.)

Is giving ALL the cuddles, however you want them. Will lay in the most uncomfortable position for himself for you to be comfy (will not tell you the position is uncomfortable for him.)

Tells you the most outrageously made up stories in quiet hushed tones to help lull you to sleep and then acts mock offended if you doubt that anything he says didn’t really happen.

Makes you cum on his mouth repeatedly until you’re so exhausted you have no choice but to fall asleep.

Jake

Can actually fall asleep anywhere at any time.

I still firmly believe that before Steven and Marc know about him he would front just to go to sleep because they are so bad at getting some shut eye and constantly run the body into the ground.

Has melatonin tablets and a whole pharmacy's worth of sleeping aids to share.

Will 100% take you for a drive to try to get you to fall asleep (or just to take you somewhere if you want, or if Steven has woken him up to drive.)

“Jake, I need you to drive to-”

“Steven… It's bedtime, time for sleep. No driving.”

“Oh, but S/O is having trouble sleeping and-”

Jake is already out of bed with his car keys in hand.

Will offer to be your weighted blanket and lay all over you.

Says he will threaten Khonshu to keep the sun down so you can rest if it takes you a while to get to sleep.

Tries to (lovingly) bore you to sleep by counting sheep out loud and in detail. “This one is a Merino sheep, the ones that are very fluffy. Her name is Harold. She likes grass, but not clover. Which is unusual for a sheep. So that’s one so far, one sheep. Now this next one is…”

Doesn’t offer sexy times because he doesn’t want to be pushy, however if you suggest it he’s happily all over you.

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braxlrose · 10 months

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tokio hotel hc with a gn! reader who has insomnia.

like seperate.

Ik people usually think insomnia is just not being able to sleep but it's so much more than that so I hope I did it justice!

th w/ reader who has insomnia

bill

-bill loves his sleep, so he tries everything to help you sleep too

-he tries to help you get on a good sleep schedule, even if it means missing parties w/ the rest of tokio hotel. he'll get you all wrapped up in a blanket and cuddle you, give you massages, make you tea, whatever he can do to help you

-hes super understanding if you're irritable throughout the day if you didn't get good sleep or any sleep at all. if he knows it's been a pretty bad night, he'll do whatever he can you relax you or try and help you take a nap in the morning

-at night, he'll run you a super soothing bath. Dimmed lights, candles, bubbles, hot water, salts, essential oils, whatever he can do to relax you. and if you even end up falling asleep in the bath he'll make sure to dry you off and tuck you in

-if your insomnia causes you to have depression, he's super sweet with you. I mean he's super sweet with you even if you're not depressed, but he tries to be extra sweet when you are. he's been through depressive episodes before so he can slightly understand where you're coming from and he'll do everything in his power to make you feel loved and safe

tom

-tom didn't really get it at first, he didn't understand why you couldn't just fall asleep until he did some research

-he felt like a total asshole after he realized what you were going through and he tried to figure out things to help you

-he got you one of those weighted/gravity blankets, a night light, he picked you up some melatonin too (even if it only helped you a little bit)

-he tries to make the day as comfortable for you as possible and just wants you to feel better

-he goes to the store to get you uncaffeinated tea for you to drink before you go to bed and got you a super comfortable neck pillow

-like with Bill, if you have depression because of it, he will try and make you feel better. Even if it's just laying with bed with him, no talking, no nothing. Just relaxing together.

georg

-he let's you braid his hair at night when you are super bored.

-if you're overly emotional because of your lack of sleep, he'll hold you in his arms for hours, letting you cry and let out all of your feelings. he wants you to feel okay and whatever he can do to make that happen, he'll do it. even if it means letting you lay in his arms and cry to sleep

-he gets out tons of stuff to give you a massage. He bought lotion and oils and some videos on how to give really good massages. he puts on some calming music and dims the lights so you can relax

-hes super understanding when it comes to your emotions, especially throughout the day so he will keep you away from anybody who will ruin your calmness

-his bed usually only consists of two or three pillows, so when he started dating you he bought tons of super soft new pillows. Like those fluffy big bamboo ones, and like Tom he got you a weighted blanket and stuffed animals too

gustav

-if you're in the band and you have to do interviews, he'll wrap his arm around you or hold your hand and help with any questions you need him too if you're too tired to answer

-he tries to cook your favorite foods when you're feeling down and feeds it to you if you don't even want to move

-he goes to stores and buys you cumin seeds because he read somewhere they help induce sleep. he also makes you chamomile tea to sooth you.

-he will talk with you for hours even if he is tired, he doesn't want to leave you to be awake all on your own

-if you fall asleep but then wake up in the middle of the night he'll make you some warm milk to help you relax

-he tells you bedtimes stories at night, or will just make some up when you are in a depressive episode. he will have tyou lay in his lap for however long you want

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kevcanwait · 16 days

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Chan in his compression shirt...y'know the one from TMA two years ago...with the harness 🫠 Or y'know him in compression shirts anyway. Here's a little blurb that's just me being obsessed with Chan 😅

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Chan gets shy when he shows his abs but then there's you just...i dunno...casually walking up behind him when he's performing in a compression shirt and at first you just hug him from behind cause it's your favorite thing to do but Chan knows your true motive before you even do it, your hands gliding over his waist before they move up to squeeze his pecks then run away and hide behind another member as a joke before he can retaliate.

He knows you do it cause it's silly and Stay finds it funny too whenever it happens but he also knows that you know his chest is sensitive. Especially after a night of your vicious attacks and bites on his soft skin.

Speaking of his soft skin, you're addicted. If you could, you'd mark him everywhere, his thighs are also sensitive. If you know what he's wearing the next day, you mark him accordingly. Whenever you guys are given time to go see families, there's a couple times Chan invited you to go with him to his family and they know about you two and don't question the one morning Chan's neck is covered in bites, although Hannah voices her disgust at see the bites and knowing how they happened. You both tried to not do anything but after forever at restraining, you couldn't help but mark your favorite places on his neck and he loved it. You both loved giving/receiving neck bites as he couldn't leave you out, he loves marking your neck as much as you love marking his.

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Ugh, Chan...How can a man be so stinking cute and tiny and adorable and precious at the same time as being attractive and hot 😩😭

I'm okay, I swear, it's just I'm fighting my melatonin cause I don't want to sleep yet and my delulu is kicking in. I just love Chan 😅

#bleh #stray kids #straykids #stray kids x male reader #bang chan #bang chan x male reader

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mindfulstudyquest · 27 days

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❥﹒♡﹒☕﹒ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲: easy tips to form healthy habits ( based on this alessya farrugia video )

if you don't have a solid night routine, you may as well throw away your whole morning routine, because the decisions you make at night are gonna to directly affect you in the morning and how you go about your day. if you binge watch netflix 'til 1am calling it your "rest time" only for you to wake up in the morning feeling tired and frustrated, it's time for you to build a night routine and stick to it.

pro tip do not try to improve everything all at once, you're gonna fail. just try to incorporate something small in your routine to start forming healthy habits. it might take months, but one year from now it will all be worthy.

𝟭. prepare for the next day ( 📒 )

write down your to-do list for the next day. when i don't plan out my day i just end up doing nothing, because i don't even know where to start. but if you know what you have to do you don't end up procrastinating and start getting things done. also, do not overload yourself with too much things to do, you're just not going to accomplish them all, so keep it realistic.

bonus put the most important tasks on the top of your list so you're gonna accomplish them as soon as possible.

𝟮. clean you room ( 🫧 )

it really depends on when you are the most active – for example i'm a night owl and i can't even imagine cleaning my room in the morning – but yes, removing all the mess you made during the day will help you leaving it all behind and starting fresh new the next day. put your clothes away, remove books, notebooks, make-up products, trash all around and i guarantee you that you're gonna feel so much better.

𝟯. take care of your body ( 🌷 )

take a warm shower that can help you relax, do your skincare, change in your comfy clothes, basically wash away the stress and negativity of the day. last semester i would literally stay at uni for 10h straight and coming back home at 8pm after the gym, i used to take a warm shower straight after that so i could let all the negativity of the outside world slide off me.

𝟰. drink hot tea ( 🍵 )

avoid theine but treat yourself to a hot drink that helps you relax and restore your calm, also take your vitamins and give yourself those ten minutes in your personal space.

𝟱. self love and affirmations ( 💖 )

reflect on your day, write down in your diary all the things that happened, pray, meditate, do your affirmations, leave everything in the past, do not let today's disappointments, stress and frustration affect your tomorrow. the only way in which you can truly move forward is by facing the things that happened today to leave them in the past, tomorrow is a new day.

𝟲. get off your phone ( 📱 )

definitely the hardest part for me. i don't even want to explain why it's so dangerous for you to stay awake scrolling through your phone at night – blue light and whatever – so just be strong and try to get off your phone at least 1h before going to bed, use eye-protection mode after sunset and use blue glasses if you can.

bonus use only red light at night, blue light are gonna inhibit your melatonin production ( which is what makes you sleep at night ).

𝟳. go to bed on time ( 🛏️ )

do not delay your bed time in order to get more dopamine scrolling through social media or binge watching netflix. do not sacrifice your sleep in order to do more work/study ( i did it in the past and it's definitely not worthy ), prioritizing your sleep is going to reward you in the long run. trust and believe.

𝟴. 321 rule for better sleep ( 💤 )

3 hours before bed –> stop eating. it gives you enough time to digest your food so you're not going to waste energy during your sleep to digest and you're gonna wake up less tired.

2 hours before bed –> stop studying/working. you need to drag your brain out of your "fight or flight" mode in order to get deep rest at night.

1 hour before bed –> stop screen time. allow your body to produce the melatonin that it needs in order to fall asleep properly.

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apocalypseyoshia · 1 month

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I can’t stop thinking about yandere dad Kars with a energetic kid reader so fuck uni work I’m going to write it

Yandere dad kars x reader

(Small update; i wrote this at 4 am in a melatonin high soo if you see any mistakes, no you don’t.)

You where probably a child found by his tribe after a fight. None of the elders thought you should stay, you where from a different tribe, you where their enemy, you shouldn’t have the luxury of living on especially when your tribe had lost.

Kars back then was a fighter he had earned himself a high rank high enough where it’s respectable but he still got to fight on the battlefield, he had heard of your existence but he was neutral on the matter, after all why would he care about an existence of a child? That is until he had met you.

You where crying for hours with no sign of stopping anytime soon, he was polishing off his weapons and your insufferable crying had gotten to him, how bad is it to stop a child from crying? Why is it taking this long? how come your tiny vocal cords haven’t given up?

All these questions had infuriated him so he went to see for himself and what he saw shocked him, you had been crying your little lungs out, to the point where your face was practically blue. He had to respect how strong you where to hold out like that.

He calmly walked over to you and the moment you saw him your cry’s died down till they eventually disappeared, maybe it’s because kars reminded you of your own father or you felt he had no malicious intent towards you unlike more than half of the tribe, but it didn’t matter you had finally stopped crying and the people who were taking care of you had to seize the opportunity.

You know that feeling that first time father’s say they feel after holding their child for the first time, as if they wanted to protect them from the cruel cold world, like they always wanted to keep them by their side and never let them leave? now multiply that feeling by an unimaginable number that was how kars felt as he held you for the first time.

While kars held you for the first time while the others had trying to get you to eat since from when you came to them till now you had not eaten a thing. kars had to admit after finding this out he was angry, no anger wasn’t even close to what he was feeling. I mean how absolutely how could they let a baby as small as you go hungry! Do they just not have a working brain are they stupid! yea that’s it they are all Incompetent he can’t let them take care of you, if he did he would be a horrible fath- caretaker he meant caretaker.

He took the spoon from them and looked at them angrily as of to say ‘don’t you dare come near us’ they took the hint and took a step back to scared to interrupt him, they knew better. Kars slowly being to feed you, you where small on the edge of malnourishment, he fed you even more than necessary he didn’t want to see you that malnourishment ever again he would never let that happen.

To the others distain he had grown fond of you, assigning himself as your father, and god as your father he made everything so much harder to deal with. he was insisted on feeding you, he refused to let you sleep away from him and it took you longer to walk because he had thought that you should just rely on him, the other kids where five and running, while you where five and learning how to stand up without grabbing onto something.

You learned everything late because your father was scared of you growing up too fast, he was definitely the reason you where held back in development, many tried to convince him to let you learn by yourself but they where always met with a swift cut from one of his blades, most of the time it wasn’t lethal but it was deep enough to hurt… most of the time

But he never took anything out on you, you didn’t know better, you where a child, his helpless, weak, soft child, how could he ever even think about taking it out on you?

You grew up to be a vary curious, energetic child with vary strong ideologies. You wanted to explore and hunt, look around and discover. You where the closet with satans and you often bonded over your shared interest in humanity, not that your father ever let you look into your interest.

“It’s too dangerous, human’s are savage creatures that have no respect for evaluation.” Why did he have to bring up the same point again and again was beyond you, but it didn’t stop you from snooping, taking books from the elders, taking anything that was left behind from human travelers, any information you could get your hands on

But unfortunately your father caught you a couple of times (thanks Esidsi) and he punished you accordingly, a month of not going out without him, he also might have fought the elders, how could they give you a book about human?! They should know better than to give a child ideas, as for all your little trinkets consider them confiscated

As you got older it seemed to be harder and harder to keep you in check, you could no longer stay still and your absurd interest in humans and other feeble creatures showed nothing but growth, that was until they where instoned…

After they where reawakened, the first thing kars did was look for you and check on you whilst Esidesi and wammu dealt with the pest’s (Joseph and Caesar), after they left and found a place to lay low for a few days, as they tried to understand what had happened in the years they where cemented in stone

Kars wasn’t interested in the human’s until he found out they where the reason for his ‘hibernation’, after he figured it out he was beyond pissed, how dare they! They could have taken you away from your father, you could have been raised by those idiots from the tribe, you where too fragile for that! And those idiots didn’t know how to take care of you, not like how your father does.

You could have been hurt or even worse you could have left him completely! He was going to make them pay. You however where thrilled! Just look at all the new invention’s, so many bright lights and vibrant colors! It was pure bliss, you needed to see more

#platonic yandere jjba #jjba drabble #jjba x reader #jjba kars #fluff #sort of #platonic yandere #gn reader #child reader #no romantic relationships #yandere jjba #yandere jojos bizarre adventure #platonic Jjba

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upon-a-starry-night · 11 months

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Number Neighbors Pt.6

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little

Y/n🍦:

SO basically-

I was in my office when we got attacked,

My whole department started freaking out and running around.

Some dumbasses were even taking the elevators-

*You remember the moment so clearly. There were no big sounds or warnings, one second you were working your boring low-end job, and the next the woman in the cubicle next to you is screaming and pointing outside. Hoards of god knows what the fuck those things were began flying out and it’s like the world froze for a moment. A single moment of paralyzed silence.

And then all hell broke loose.

Some coworkers began hurriedly grabbing their bags, others just booked it straight to the nearest exit. You were on the fourth floor of the building.

You were impressed with how fast this new group of enhanced individuals showed up but it was no match for the amount of fucking aliens spewing out of a goddamn space hole. One of your coworkers roughly grabbed your shoulder and began pulling you with them towards the stairs. You hadn’t even noticed you’d been stuck unmoving in front of the big glass windows until that moment.

Your body finally caught up with the terror of what was happening and you began running down the crowded stairs as fast as you could- faster than you felt you’d ever run before.

No- the fastest you’d ever run was when the cops crashed the one college party your roommates had convinced you to go to. The smell of beer and vomit was burning your nose the whole time and you were almost relieved when you heard the sirens- only you weren’t too keen on getting arrested. Your 21st birthday was still two months away.

You supposed you would be running faster now if the sea of bodies wasn’t in your way. Frantic business women and men prevented you from going down the stairs more than two at a time. You contemplated just hopping the railing and falling the last two flights but no- if you sprained your ankles you couldn’t run away from the monsters.

That was when the first blast hit.

The whole building rumbled and screams emitted from both inside and out of the building. You knew it wasn’t your building that was hit- but the building next to you was too close to not do some damage.

You almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the moment. This had to be some kind of crazy dream that was a result of those new melatonin gummies you were taking.

But when some random panicked escapee ran pasted you just a little too fast and you banged your head into the wall you knew it wasn’t a dream.

Shit, you probably had a concussion was the only thing you could think as you glared at the back of the fleeing man. If you ever got out of this apocalyptic ass shit you would get revenge on that random white guy in a black suit. Yeah fuck you were never gonna find out who that guy was. If you even made it out of here.

You shook the thought out of your head, a bad idea considering you were already dizzy and disoriented.

Finally, though, you made it outside, and fuck if it wasn’t worse than it was when you last saw it upstairs.

Fire smoke was sprouting from nearly every building, car alarms and building alarms were blaring so loud you had to cover your ears. God the apocalypse was so not as aesthetic as all the tv shows made it look.

You watched as people screamed and ran in all directions, watched explosions erupt in the sky and an iron man zip past alien ships, and shit was that fucking Thunder!?

Rubble from an explosion nearby flew down towards you and you covered your head. God was this how you were going to die? You stared down at your hands, clean- if not a little calloused from working. Your gaze drifted towards the ground- the granite completely split in most places, ash and concrete littering the streets.

Your eyes were unfocused, and a ringing sound had begun to form in your ears, only occasionally disturbed by someone trying and failing to get a call to go through. Of course, there would be no cell service, you hadn’t even thought of that. You heard the sounds of screams get almost impossibly louder and when you lifted your head you knew why. For whatever beautiful reason, the universe decided a giant ass space worm was exactly what needed to come out of that portal right now. Everybody say “Thank You Universe!”

Your feet were running before your brain could tell them to. Your car, your mind screamed. You’ve got to get to your car.

You made it to your car, luckily still intact, and thank fuck you had your keys in your back pocket because if you didn’t you might have started crying. You touched your hand to your face.

Oh.

You already were.

You didn’t have time to dwell on it. You hopped into your car and began fumbling with the keys. Who made it so impossible to put your keys in the ignition when you were panicked and concussed?

It didn’t matter though, because two seconds later a giant ass alien landed directly on your hood. The damage looked deep enough to have crushed your engine. You briefly wondered if your insurance covered alien attacks.

Ugly rat alien decided to stab a spear through your windshield directly into your passenger seat and wow was that a threat or did these aliens have the aim of stormtroopers?

You were already beginning to process your death when five rounds of shots rang out and the beast on top of your car fell flat. Frankly, it was disgusting, and now its weird slimy pigskin body was closer to you than ever.You opened your car door coughing and that’s when you saw her. She glanced at the alien to ensure its death and then began surveying the nearby area, a few people paying her no mind and running right past her.

Good choice, you thought. She looked deadly. Deadly in the most gorgeous way that a woman could look deadly. The kind of look that made you want to become a supervillain just so she could glare at you and point a gun at your head.

It was completely unfair how good she looked considering the circumstances, and not only was she running on the battlefield she seemed to be taking part in it as well.

Your moment of love at first save was quickly broken, however, as the woman presses a finger to her ear and mumbles a few words before running in the other direction.

Your thoughts of her are interrupted by chunks of debris falling onto your car, you quickly jumped out of the way but- yeah there was no way insurance was covering that damage.*

You tastefully left out a few of those last thoughts when texting this story to Nat, she didn’t need to think you were a complete weirdo. Only a little one.

Nat🔪:

Y/n🍦:

Yeah so I was close to death

on multiple accounts that night

#almostdiedthreetimes

You watched as the chat bubbles appeared and disappeared numerous times. You remember rendering your therapist speechless when you first told her as well. Although now they had an influx in patients and you were sure even the therapists were seeing therapists at this point. Therapist-seption.

Nat🔪:

So when you said you met an Avenger…

You rolled your eyes. Of course, someone who wears gray to bed would be analytical of your word choices.

Y/n🍦:

Hey I was one of the first people to ever see

The famous Black Widow in action!

#Ilikedherbeforeitwascool

Nat🔪:

Alright enough with the hashtags.

And they were called the Chitauri

By the way

Y/n🍦:

Chitauri- Rat alien

Battle of New York- Most traumatizing

night of my life, literal hell on earth oh my god

Tomato- TomAto

Call ‘em what you want Nat.

You think the specifics matter in that situation?

Cause I sure as hell wasn’t thinking about

Being speciesist while I was running for my life🤠

Nat🔪:

Solid point.

So did insurance ever cover your car?

Y/n🍦:

Fuck no Nat.

This is corporate America

I got a copy-pasted apology email and a very

small amount of compensation money from

The state.

We Love America😍 🦅🇱🇷

Nat🔪:

That’s not an American flag…

Y/n🍦:

Fuck.

Pt7

Just so ya know this- 🇺🇸 is the American flag and this- 🇱🇷 is the Liberian flag!

Anyway, did we enjoy the trauma I wrote? ~Starry

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Cld I req platonic!yan!Peter b Parker with a teenage civilian reader? Maybe they babysit mayday 4 him and he starts seeing the kid as one of his own and kinda kidnaps them

Define kidnap

You are a high school senior trying to save up for life. Not even college because it's not something that would work out for you given housing, time, and direction. So living with your family and throwing money on the table with everyone else was the way to go.

Peter has the dual job of being Spiderman across universes and as much as MJ doesn't really worry for Mayday's safety overall she would like her to have an understanding of normal civilian life. So he can't take her around all the time.

MJ has a job, she is not a stay at home mom and there is no take your kid to work option. Mayday is too young for any kind of school and before all of that Mayday has the toddlers separation anxiety.

They need to have her taken care of while making sure she doesn't have a breakdown. Hence, you.

They go through a few people before landing on you. Because you are such a good fit for times and Mayday you make a place for yourself pretty quickly.

The point of no return was the day you spent the night. The first of many. Peter got stuck cleaning up a multidimensional mess and MJ got stuck at work. Because you didn't call either of them they assumed the other was home. When they got home they asked why you were still there and you simply said you knew they were busy so you didn't want to bother. It was two in the morning so they let you stay and even dropped you off at the station.

After, you assured that your parents weren't concerned. To you you were saying they trusted you to be safe and responsible. What they heard was your parents didn't pay attention to you, something that was half true.

It was a soft change.

They started asking you more questions about your life to the point you just told them anything they asked with no reservations. About the girl who sat behind you that you thought was super cute. About your general distaste for corporate jobs. About your brother's disrespectful attitude with no consequences.

You started staying longer, long enough to stay after dinner. Something you questioned at first but it was brushed off by saying it was to make putting Mayday down easier. It became harder and harder to leave before dark and it would be bad if something happened to you on your way home.

Their manipulation has no malice, they genuinely want what's best for you.

Peter brings up the idea first. "What if they just don't go home?" MJ wasn't onboard. Until you came a few days later with a bruise and a split lip. It was a stupid accident of you literally running into a pole but no one ever took that explanation.

MJ is the one to ask you to basically be a live in help after you graduate and gives you a soft smile after you politely decline. The guest room is always there if you need to stay for any reason. And the day you graduate they have a little party for you, give you a crown and everything.

You're not locked in, you're just not given much chance to leave.

The only time you will be locked in is if Peter deems it's not safe for you to go home. A little dark outside? That's fine, he'll walk you to the station. Family stressing you out? He'll trust you'll tough it out. Real danger is Scorpion on the loose or a new tech company hiring interns fresh from high school.

As time goes on Mayday is starting to expect you there to the point if you're gone too long she'll drop in mood and when you come back she won't leave you alone.

As far as the Spiderman stuff goes, you find out when there's a villain on the street he doesn't know how to deal with yet so he plucks you off the street and takes you to his house. He asks MJ to keep you there and she does. You have already become an important part of the family to them and to you so it's something you just take in stride.

All in all they won't force you to stay. But sometimes there is melatonin in your drink. Sometimes they come home late. Sometimes the weather is shit. Sometimes Mayday won't stop crying. Sometimes you can't find your bag.

How long have you stayed?

#yandere #platonic yandere #atsv #peter b. parker #mary jane parker #mayday parker #ask and you shall receive #marvel #yandere spiderman #soft yandere

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criminalskies · 8 months

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Hey Rome! 👋🏽

What do you think about a Multiverse of Hotch’s? Like I have a pipe dream where maybe Aaron and reader aren’t together yet but maybe Haley from another universe shows Aaron what happens in other universes where they’re together and when they’re not? And it prompts Hotch to action to ask out and confess his feelings to his universe’s reader?

oh my god you're really appealing to the portion of my brain that was completely consumed by miles morales across the multiverse.

I can just see this, maybe Hotch is having a really fitful sleep one night and he takes something to help him sleep a little better, some melatonin or something, but then he finds himself in the strangest dream.

Suddenly he's staring at Haley, from four years ago, the last time they were happy together, and she's giving him a knowing look, AHH LIKE THE BARBIE SCENE, he walks over to her wanting to talk and the lighting is shifting colours around them in a big empty space, and she says "take my hand" and asks him why he's choosing not to be happy? he's so confused, he just doesn't understand what she's asking him.

She asks him what he thinks a soulmate is. He finds his answer easier than he had expected to, somebody who makes you feel whole. Somebody you can't imagine yourself without. Your hearts and your souls find themselves inextricably intertwined one day and then your whole view of the world shifts. They're the person who makes your world turn. He's thinking of Haley but she makes him close his eyes, and think about his life right now.

Who's the one person you want to run to when you're afraid, Aaron?

He knows his answer, Y/N. But he holds it back. It was supposed to be Haley, he thinks.

Who's the one person who can see right through your frowns and your guarded exterior, who can see the real Aaron no matter what?

Y/N, he thinks again. He feels bad this time, thinking about how even at their best, Haley could only see him the way he was when they had met, as they both grew up, she stopped being able to see him for who he was now. It freaks him out sometimes, actually, how the very moment in a social situation he realises nobody's asked him for his input in a while, your head will spin, take one brief look at him and ask him the exact question that flew through his mind mere moments before. You sweep him off of his feet with it, sometimes, he wonders at what point a person goes from profiler to psychic.

Aaron. Why aren't you letting yourself be happy with them, then?

Aaron can't help but think now that Haley was meant to be his soulmate, that was his chance at true love and he failed her. He's not sure he deserves another chance, and wouldn't it be wrong of him to love you without all of him in it? The pieces of him that died with Haley are holding him back. He doesn't want to offer you only the parts of him that remain.

"Close your eyes, Aaron." He obeys. His vision swims with a face much like Y/N's, only they're wearing a military uniform, muddied frags and dirt under their fingernails, but their smile is the same, bright, sunny sight he recognises from his sweetest dreams and from his warmest days at work, when he gets to spend time with you. You're growing smaller in his vision as the picture gets further away, he can now see you smiling at another uniformed officer, only this one... looks like him?

'He begins to wonder why Haley has brought him here when the image warps again, this time he can see you down at the beach, wearing a wetsuit with a surfboard under your arm, your hair is lighter here, and the uninterrupted sunshine makes your eyes sparkle even more. You throw your board down on the sand, turning to Aaron and motioning him to come closer. confused, he takes a step, but another surfer runs right by him, full speed towards the ocean, board under his arm. He turns as he runs past Y/N, smiling and calling out 'I'm gonna beat you!' It's him. Again. Your bubbly laugh erupts in his ears as you stagger to your feet, running after surfer aaron towards the crashing waves.

The next moment, Aaron finds himself standing in a quiet Parisian cafe, you're donning an apron and a frown as you sweep, picking up chairs as you go. Aaron wonders why you seem so sullen in this scene when he notices a man seated in the corner, even under a hat and thick framed glasses, aaron can see himself. He looks longingly at the server as he taps his fingers against the table, shaking his head and turning his attention back to his laptop, trying to go back to work. Aaron thinks he might be starting to see what's going on here as his vision changes again.

Now he sees himself, from just last week, when he came to visit Haley's grave, having felt guilty for not visiting in so long, he brought fresh cut flowers to replace the dried old ones left in the holder. Aaron can't help but notice the bags under his eyes, the slump of his shoulders. Every other Aaron he's seen today looked so full of hope or joy, but this one seems so plagued by guilt, weighed down by the shadows of his past.

Aaron's vision swims once more as he finds himself back where this dream began, his large hands are in haley's smaller ones as tears gather in his eyes, he looks around the previously empty space, seeing dozens of happy couples, some swinging a small boy between their interlaced hands as they walk, others are just basking in each other's embrace, quietly enjoying the others' company. Every couple looks like a slightly altered version of himself and Y/N. In some, aaron is younger, some older. One of the couples looks to be 95, a blanket draped over their legs as they both share the warmth of one armchair, a photo album in their laps. Even they look so happy.

"Aaron." Haley brings his attention back to her. he blinks away tears, looking at her.

"Soulmates will find one another in every universe, every time. Whether you take the leap to be with them, is up to you. But I wish you'd let yourself be happy, honey. I know there's obstacles, there always are, but obstacles are frightful things you see when you take your eyes off your goal. So keep your eyes on Y/N. Don't lose sight of what makes you happy."

A loud buzzing wakes Aaron up, he sees the tiniest sliver of sunlight rising over the horizon and entering his bedroom as he turns off his alarm. His chest is heaving and his eyes are still pooling with tears as he realises he's been holding himself back from you all this time. He's spent all of his time considering the past and none of it contemplating the fact that he can have a future.

That changes today. Today he's going to make the leap.

anon! I actually want to kiss you on the lips for giving me this idea! and i'm so willing to make it into a full fic if you wish me to but I just had to throw down my thoughts on this now bc my mind is spilling over with thoughts about this. I love those 'in every universe' posts i'm such a sap for destiny.

#anon mail!#rome's got mail!#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #haley brooks #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner oneshot #hotch imagine #hotch oneshot #hotch x reader #hotch x you #aaron hotchner x you

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starkeyletters · 11 months

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•̩̩͙⁺𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 P1

N.P.S.O.M Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warnings - 18+, Mature theme, Drug & substance use, Violence, smut, mental illnesses, crime, cheating, toxic relationships, etc.

Wordcount - 2,5k+

Pairing - 𝑅𝐴𝐹𝐸 𝐶𝐴𝑀𝐸𝑅𝑂𝑁 x 𝙁𝙀𝙈 𝙊𝘾 [Reader] | 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 [ 𝑎𝑢 ]

Summary - Exs. Should stay exs. But when the pair cant seem to get off eachothers minds, things happen, mistakes are made. Its not like they changed, they were New people, making the same old mistakes.

A/n - Another start to a story, I hope you like this one. I have this story already fully planned, most chapters to come will be the next one for this.

“You said he wouldn't be here.”

You looked into the mirror that stood in the corner of Sarah’s bedroom, Your hands ran over your hips. Looking at the black mini dress you were in, You admired the way the dress hugged your body in all of the right places.

“I only said that so you’d come,” Sarah glanced towards you, “And don't say you would've. I know you wouldn't have.” You didn't move, Its not like you wanted to do this, Especially after finding out Rafe was home and was in doubt going to attend the party. It was literally in his house, and he was not one to turn down a party.

It wasn't usual for you to run into Rafe, Which made avoiding him a whole lot easier. You missed him, alot. The two of you didn't end on the worst of terms, yet it was still bad. The relationship just was not working. Things went sideways, after he became distant, argumentative, and manipulative. So you thought it would've been for the best if the both of you stopped seeing each other.

Of course, breaking up with him was not easy. In your books, if someone isn't happy in a relationship, they arent going to stay in it. Apparently his books were different.

What you didn't know was how bad the breakup had affected rafe. Whenever you saw him, he was either with some blonde girl, or acting like you never even existed.

You were his first Real love. And he was yours, your first ever boyfriend too.

The sleepless nights, when he felt alone disappeared when he was with you. When you left, that's all he could feel, those sleepless nights became sleepless again, it's like he lived off melatonin. He only trusted you, you were the only one who really knew him.

Having no one to run to, caused him to fall back into bad habits.

He was finally clean,

He was doing better,

Until the breakup

. He ended up re-lapsing. Finding himself in the place he tried fought so hard to get out of. He killed the good verison he created, by feeling as the only option left was to turn back to feeling nothing at all in unhealthy ways. Drugs. Hookups. You name it.

He blamed everything on himself, spending days in his room. Nothing could make him feel better, He didnt even feel at home, in his home. You were his home, his everything.

Now you were gone.

You and Rafe had one of the messiest histories you've ever had with another individual, from hookups, to enemies, back to hookups, friends with benefits, dating.The two of you dated for just over 6 months. The ups and downs in that relationship was a number for the books, that's for sure.

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You could hear footsteps leading up to Sarah's door at a very fast pace, you were too focused on trying to pull your zipper up fully on the back of your dress to stop and look at who appeared in the doorway. Sarah also took no interest in seeing who it was either, focusing on trying to clasp her necklace together. You could speak for the both of you when you

“Sarah.” You heard that one familiar voice whisper-yell for his sister, that voice you could pick up anywhere. Even in a crowd of screaming people. You watched as Sarah rolled her eyes and the necklace was being thrown to the floor somewhere, she sighed and turned towards Rafe. your whole stomach felt as if it dropped once you heard his voice. Almost like the world stopped spinning. Like time was frozen. As if you were stuck in a recurring nightmare with no escape.

Except you knew he wasn't there for you, he asked for Sarah. If he was these for you, he would have asked for you, right? Plus, Rafe didn't even know you were these up until that moment, and that is if he even took time to acknowledge the fact you were.

“What do you want?” You heard Sarah snap towards the boy, you couldn't help but to look to see as to what was going on between them. Rafes hands flew in the air, moving in all sorts of directions. Oh boy, did that break your heart. To see that boy in such a state. He looked different, his hair was longer, it looked good. But him himself, not so much. His face looked different, his eyes. They showed nothing, That was not the Rafe you knew - not the Rafe you had loved.

“I- i uh-” He paced back and forth in the doorway of Sarah's room, You could tell he was on something, the state of distress he was in genuinely scared the crap out of you. You never could tell his next move when he acted that way.

“I need- 30? Yeah- 30 dollars?” He paused, Looking up at sarah, she scoffed at his asking, her hands finding a place on her hips. You watched the way she attempted to shut him out of her bedroom with the door, But he just pushed it back open. “Bye!” Sarah sarcastically waved him off, but he was much stronger than sarah, holding the door back open.

“Please sarah! Jesus- i need it ok?” he went on, his voice sounded of desperation and fear. It cracking in between each word. You could tell whatever he needed that money for was either so important - one out of two situations is always the case for Rafe, like if he had a drug dealer he didn't pay so he had to get the money or whatever the guy is threatening him with will happen, Or he ran out of drugs and needed to buy more.

“Well maybe you should've thought about that before you acted like a complete jackass and spent all of the generator money on a stupid bike!” Sarah yelled, you really thought about just leaving for a split second. Until you heard sarahs bedroom door slam and she walked back to pick up her necklace. Rafe was gone.

“I have no clue how you dated my brother,” She began to go on, and on, about everything Rafe flawed. WHile trying to find her necklace. Reality is, you didn't want to listen to a word she was saying, “it wasn't that bad.” you cooed, You couldn't bare to listen to anymore of someone talk about a relationship they have no business in. Whether Sarah's your best friend or not, she has no right of saying the things that came out of her mouth.

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The moment your foot hit the last step is when you finally felt the adrenaline start to pump throughout your entire body. The music blasting loud enough to be heard from three streets over. People stood in every place imaginable. Red solo cups over the floor along with all sorts of other pieces of garbage. Oh god, was that ever going to be fun to clean in the morning.

You would be lying if you said you actually enjoyed things like this. You hated - despised then. The only reason you were there tonight was for Sarah, she went through the trouble of throwing this party to get you out, even though you told her on many different levels how you weren't ready just yet, that didn't stop her.

Thankfully for you, Sarah ran off before the party even started to meet up with old friends she had from kook academy, shae, kelsey, and kaylee. Most likely they were somewheres down by the doc, where most of the guys hung out, guys that wanted nothing more than sex might I add. You could already tell this was going to be one, long, dreadful night.

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It wasn't long before you found yourself down some dark hallway just off the downstairs foyer, alone yet at peace. The music was muffled down that hallway so you didn't have to listen to any of that god awful rap being played. Pulling out your phone, you slid down one part of the wall, seating yourself as comfortably as you could get on the hardwood floor. Scrolling through instagram’s feed and viewing newly added stories, Sarah's story filled your ears with laughter and scream, your eyes with people jumping off the docs, Shotgunning beers, and acting like fools.

It wasn't long before you found yourself typing the name ‘Rafe Cameron’ into your search bar. Out of curiosity - you told yourself. Tapping on the account, Showed, as usual, No new update to his story, nor any new posts. Just the ones he had posted for years but never got around to deleting. Scrolling through his posts made you smile. Noticing the photos he didn't delete of the two of you did the complete opposite.

You heard a faint humming fill the hall, Footsteps approaching you. You looked down the hall, seeing what looked to be a teenage boy, around your age, stooped next to you. You watched as he looked down at you with the faintest amount of light that made whoever it was visible.

“Hey.. Y/n right?” the boy asked, you nodded, “Yes, and you are?” He took his hands out of his pockets, quickly putting his hand out for you to grab, “Jack- Jackson, but you can call me jack.” He stuttered, “Oh-k.” You took his hand willingly, standing up next to him. He had quite a tall figure, towering over you.

“How about I take you to get a drink? How does that sound?” Jack asked you, you had no clue who this boy was, or why you were about to take up on his offer. But he seemed nice. It didn't even occur to you how he knew your name, But getting to know someone wasn't hurting anyone, especially yourself. You needed to get out there more.

The two of your guys' hands locked together as he took you down the hallway, back into the foyer. “Is it a bad time to tell you I don't drink,” you laughed, earning one from him as well. “Oh, trust me, that won't be a problem.”His hand stayed in yours, now leading you up the stairwell just off the foyer. This wasn't the way to the kitchen, that's for sure.

You let out a nervous laugh, continuing to go with this boy to the second floor, reaching a bedroom that was all to well known to you. Rafe’s bedroom. “I don't think this is where-” you put your hands to your side, before jack went beside you and pushed you into Rafes room, closing the door behind you and locking it from the outside. Jack stood outside the door, as Rafe ordered him too earlier, just in case you found a way to leave. “What the fuck Jack!” You turned, hands banging onto the door, trying to open it. The knob wouldn't budge.

“You wont get it open. It's locked. And Jack, for sure, isnt letting you out.” You heard another voice from inside the room. Becoming almost nauseous when you recognized the voice, almost immediately. It was rafe. This was a trap, Jack never wanted drinks with you. He set you up.

You turned around to see rafe sitting on the edge of his bed, his feet placed on the floor as he stared down at the floor, his hands resting in on and other in his lap, he looked almost ashamed. He should've been for his actions.

“Your fucking sick.” you scold, pointing at him with a tear slipping down your face, They boy couldn't even look you in the eyes, let alone even look at you. He swallowed hard, his face wiping his face. “Look, i know what it looks like im doing but-” He pleaded.

“No! I know exactly what your doing.” You began to cry out,” You pay your friend with god knows what to lure me in here, and for what reason- To get me to suck your dick? To hook up, manipulate me, lie to me again? Is that it? I'll have you know there's hundred of other girls here who'd do just that-” Tears ran down your face, Rafe looked up at you, finally, a look of disbelief plastered on his face.

Truth is, Rafe didn't want just any girl. He wanted you and only you. He loved the way you knew just what you wanted, always, and you never stood for less. The fact that you gave a shit about him.The way you weren't like the rest of them. You were different. You didn't just want sex, you wanted real genuine love. Rafe adored that.

He shook his head, his one hand hitting off of the side of his head, standing up he walked towards you. “No- I dont fucking want that Y/n.” You took a step back as he got closer. The tension in the room was enough to make your stomach drop.

“Then what do you want!?” you cried, looking up at him through your glasses, not being able to hide the look of such a beautiful expression of love on your face. “What do you want!” You yelled, shoving into his chest repeditavely before his arms flew out to grab yours, steadying you from attempting to punch at his chest. This is not what you wanted to or planned to be doing that night.

“I just want to talk.. Can we do that?” He cooed, bending down to your height to look you in the eyes, holding your shoulders. As much as it pained you to even be near him, you nodded, catching yourself off guard when the two of you took a seat on the edge of his bed together. God, did that bedroom bring back memories. Memories you fought so hard to forget.

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“You don't need to say anything. As much as I hope you do, you don't. I just want you to listen to what I have to say, because if it was up to me, things would have ended differently.” You nodded, scooting yourself back the whole length of his bed to rest against his pillows on the headboard. When he took a glance back at you he couldn't help himself when the smile on his face appeared. You did just what you would do when the two of you were together. And that gave rafe hope.

“I-i miss you. I miss you alot Y/n.” He began, sniffing, you could tell the poor boy wasnt lying when he said he missed you. “I still think about you… every day- i-im um.. Sure you heard how i've been d-” you took a deep breath, remembering what you thought were rumors, but turned out they were true about Rafes relapse.

“I miss you too Rafe.” you moved back next to him. Looking in his eyes. You hated knowing what you put him through. Even though it was in no way your fault. “And yes, I heard what happened.” You closed your eyes, nodding your head while putting your hand in his. “But that never made me think any less of you, you know that..” You whispered. Leaning your head onto his shoulder as his eyes then shut, tears sleeping out of them.

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tangledinink · 7 months

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ok but like I don't know how to feel about leo and raph doing the sedative on swannie without his consent. i know it was in the moment and I know that if they didn't do it then it would have never actually happened but like STILL that's non-consensualy drugging someone man😭 i feel bad for swannie but I also feel bad for leo and raph, mostly leo. i still think that it's messed up that they did that but they did what they had to. still though #STOP SWANNIE SUFFERING 2023

Yeah it sucks ; w ; To be fair, they did ask his consent... multiple times, in fact, and even received it, but... Swannie doesn't remember that now. They tried several times to do this with Swannie as an active and willing participant, they just... couldn't make it work. Every time Swannie would listen and agree to the plan, but once he saw the needle he'd panic and everything would go out the window. The Lake's magick remembers the last time he was sedated, and it remembers the consequences. It's not about to let Donnie put himself in that situation again-- regardless of what Donnie's thoughts and feelings on the situation may be.

Donnie's family would rather not have to sedate him at all. They'd definitely rather do it with Swanatello agreeing to it, but they're running out of time and out of options, so this is... kind of their last resort. They'd never do something like this if they had any other choices-- I mean, look, slipping melatonin into Donnie's drink when he's on a coding bender is one thing, but this is a whole different league!

But the alternative is losing him. If this is the cost of saving their brother, well, then... whatever it takes.

#asks #noncon drugging #anon #swanatello asks #his family fuckin HATES this they all feel mad guilty #but if they didnt try everything they could to save him and he didnt make it... THAT guilt would be so much worse

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blu3b3rryj4mp1r3 · 3 months

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only got 1 hour sleep and I have to go somewhere today, wish me luck :')

this is what happens when I run out of melatonin tablets lol I forgot how horrible this was

maybe I can take a nap when I get home??? that might help ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

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gingkos-eldritch-secret · 7 months

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Fanfiction Commentary and Recommendations: Lex Luthor´s Ascend from Supervillainy to Fatherhood Part VI (chapters 26 to 30)

The Original story by @halfagone can be found here.

The previous parts of the commentaries can be found here:

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VII

So, just to begin with: we still continue where the last part cut off. This will include discussions of injury, blood, torture and death. Also, discussions about the morality of killing someone, even in self-defence.

Many good and interesting and also important discussions happen in these following chapters. Which is very, very nice, but also makes for a bit of an emotionally exhausting bit to read. It´s absolutely wonderful, but at the end I lay in my bed and was like 'how. How do I even feel now? What should I feel now? What?' So yeah, be prepared for that.

Now included: Memes and (hopefully) gifs. You´ll see if it worked. As of now I have no clue. And with that: have fun with the commentary :D

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So: Dick is still floored by Lex just leaving after admitting that he forgives them for their behaviour. And has the same opinion as me: That he´s a freaking miracle worker. Good for him! He really DOES deserve Alfred´s cookies for this.

And now we get back to the interrogation. I mean. It should be just Gordon doing this, but Batman has been allowed to stay. And knowing how the bat behaves in such scenarios I´m not really sure that that´s a good idea.

A fun fact: the bats are ALL listening in to the conversation. And as I already know how this will go I´ll just say: they´ll be facepalming. A lot. Or will be commiserating with Danny in a way. Because god damn, he kinda verbally eviscerates Bruce. And Bruce freaking deserves it.

I mean, true, Bruce has made it clear that he´s not offering any input. But it´s Bruce. Even if he wanted to, can this man even hold back his opinions and questions?

Jason and Dick hide it out on the roof - more or less in a mix of civilian and vigilante outfits, having their own conversation while listening in.

And listening in they do. I´m not sure that 'What´s one more bad memory in a hospital?' is a wonderful conversation starter, but god damn. It sure sets the mood. You can decide what that mood is, but I´d say a mix between resigned, shifty (if that even is a mood and not a state of being) and exasperated. So Fun mix.

At least Jim doesn´t seem all too happy about the conversation either? Small mercies, I guess.

At least there´s a lawyer present.

(If I´m very wordy in this: blame the mix of melatonin and caffeine that is unique to night shifts. I am VERY giddy right now and that translates weirdly into commentary. It´s weird to write while kind of dancing to a space documentary YouTube video lmao.)

The first question is just. Basic. 'What happened? Begin from the kidnapping'. That was the moment I decided that I needed popcorn. Because with how done Danny seemed from the whole situation to begin with that could only go so well.

So, it begins with Danny beginning at the. Well. Beginning. With him running off and befriending the crazy local lesbians (I love them your honour) and how he spent his time there, how he doubled back after the explosion and the whole Van business happening after that. All the while Jason is still reeling about his relationship with two ex-Villains. But really, should he be so surprised about that? It´s Danny 'i'mma rehabilitate villains' Luthor we´re talking about.

Then he tries to explain why he thinks the Joker targeted him - he brings it back to his connections with said man´s ex and her new girlfriend. Which is understandable. I doubt he knows that he was mistaken as a Robin when he was taken.

And then we get into the nitty gritty. The things that happened after the camera was shot and the stream was ended.

And just oof. There had just been a whole freaking table full of torture instruments. FULL OF THEM. None of them like that revelation.

And of course, Batman interrupts and asks if the camera was shot on purpose. What the fuck man. WHAT THE FUCK. YOU ASK A TRAUMATIZED CHILD IF HE SHOT A CAMERA ON PURPOSE AFTER BEING BOUND AND TORTURED ON A LIFESTREAM? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU????

Danny stays calm. Only just. He explains how he´d meant to get the man in the shoulder or the back to run as far away as possible. How he still managed to get away and knocked out any goons he met on his way. How he found bomb equipment and used it against the bad excuse of a clown when he got too close to a hiding spot. How he´d tried to shoot him in the back and just met his chest instead. How the Joker just LAUGHED and tried to kill him then and there because 'two killers killing each other'. Really. Fuck him.

Jim, bless his soul, just gently prods at what happened next. Which Danny lies about. Says he just tried to drag himself away, but was slow because of the blood loss and the wounds. That Red Hood came soon after that. It´s a good lie. And it´s nearly the truth. But we all know what went on was just a tad more eldritch. Not that he can tell them that. Who´d ever believe it after all? Or react well to that? No one. that´s who.

Now Gordon tells Danny that the goons were all found dead. All of them. Danny … does not take this well. At all. Even the lawyer asks if they should stop for now, but … well. Then they´d have to do it a second time and I highly doubt that would go any better.

And now the million-dollar question. Where did our boy learn how to wield a gun? This is where the bad parenting choices of the Fentons come in. And how they led to Danny and Jazz chasing each other around the house with loaded guns. In a playful way…. Now where is that Danny protection squad. I need a membership.

And of course, Batman asks why they taught their children how to use lethal guns. He´s still not holding himself to the earlier 'promise' of: he´ll stay out of the conversation. I´m still mad at him for that. And I will continue to be mad at him for that.

Go Jason. Own that cringe at the behaviour of your father figure. Though we´ll all agree that the Fenton parents are, in fact, fools.

So, while Danny tells them that he learnt because he had to, that he never liked guns. Which Batman then uses against him with his next question. And Gordon is not happy about THAT either, trying to interrupt. But of course, the great batman just ignores the head of the police force and asks why Danny chose the gun instead of any of the other weapons.

Danny´s just like 'What? Should I have taken a melee weapon? With the joker? How´d I have gotten away that way? It would have been so much harder?'

And Bruce, not understanding or not liking the reasoning is just like 'You could´ve just ran away'

Like. Danny´s right. He´d been trying to do that from the start? Why´d Batman suddenly fault him for this? For self-defence? I repeat myself: WHAT THE FUCK BATMAN?

Now the man is trying to talk Danny into a corner so that he may 'confess' or whatever the hell is going on in his head. Because why ever else would he hide somewhere? If not to just ambush the Joker?

Which is, I think, when Danny gets really fed up and was also the time I was sitting there like

Batman be like 'I just need to know why' and Danny? Has had ENOUGH. Jason may find his eyes creepy at this point. And I do imagine him letting a tiny little bit of his ghostliness slip through. Because all of those accusations? I´d have had enough of that much earlier than Danny.

And that´s when Danny eviscerates Batman. How do you ask? Well. Because he researched. Everything from crime rates to rogue statistics and even looked into the rogues themselves. And the Joker would´ve had the death penalty several times if it was not for his 'plead to insanity'. He´d left behind half a baseball stadium full of bodies. And nothing was ever done? He told about the second Robin´s death and how he enjoyed it. And batman says things about death and playing god by choosing who dies.

And he asks the real questions:

“You talk about how people play god by choosing who dies, but aren’t you playing god by choosing who lives?” Danny sneered; teeth bared. “Who do you go for? The civilian in need or the criminal who caused their suffering? Who’s the priority to you? Who do you chase after first?”

God damn - going right for the metaphorical throat.

He continues. Calling out that bullshit mentality of 'choice', when the Joker still would´ve just gone back to Arkham after killing him when he´d not even wanted to be there in the first place.

Talks about how there´s people who can be reformed. Who can live normal lives again. But that there must be a life for them to get back to and that the Joker had nothing else. He simply had nothing to live for except for his 'jokes'. And even if they´re reformed. They´d have to live with all the people who have heard of their exploits looking at them with scorn.

There´s just so many good points to this conversation, I love it :3

I kind of think that Jason really needed to hear all of this as well if we go by his reaction. Poor man´s been going through the wringer that day.

When Cass and Tim find the corpse, she´s not sure what to think. Should she be upset that Danny has killed? Should she even be upset that it was the Joker in the first place? Sould she be relieved? I think it all depends on the why´s.

In the end. Nearly all of them had killed before. So, what makes Danny all that different?

Meanwhile Bruce is just having big thoughts and would like to be alone for now please. I think what he actually needs is a hot bath with some scented candles. Self-care, my man. It would do you a world of good. Also: introspection. Always good.

But in the meantime, Bruce and Jason talk things out and it´s beautiful. Some parts of it are quite funny - always trying to ease the mood this one. But in the end Bruce is right. He´s not Jason´s therapist, but he´s his father. He just wants him to be well.

And if things have to be talked about for the going well part? It must be done. Even if it very clearly is hard for either of them. But that´s what family is for, is it not? To be there for each other even when things get uncomfortable …

I cried at some parts of the conversation, but Bruce nearly puts his foot in his mouth so many times … like Jason tries to understand, but Bruce doesn´t make it any easier.

They talk about why Bruce feels so tense at Danny being the one to kill the Joker. Why he´s so insistent on Danny. How it shouldn´t have been Danny. But if not Danny, who then?

Jason? Dick? Bruce? Any way has it´s pros and cons. Who´d have been able to live with it? Who´d have come out of it unchanged? Would the Joker even have been able to reform? No. Not in this life. Never in this life.

Jason´s question threw me out the loop a bit because 'Since when do you talk about these things?' is a very justified question xD

Then the talk shifts. Towards Dick, towards the 'golden boy' and how it was originally Jason who gave his older brother that title. Not Bruce or anyone else. And how Jason has always been the favourite.

Jason predictably doesn´t believe that. Which is of course his right, but it made me just so freaking happy? How he disbelievingly tried to make any of his other siblings into the favourite while Bruce just explains that no. The child who´d so earnestly tried to do well in school, who did his homework without asking, who was excited to stay with him, who didn´t leave freaking scars (and god damn Dick you feral child) and who didn´t fake an uncle so that he´d not be adopted.

And Bruce? Just says that he´d never be mad at Jason because he tried to steal the cars of the Batmobile because it gave him Jason in the end. And that really let me tear up a bit there. Cause that´s just so wholesome? My poor little heart.

Then the impossible actually happens: Bruce apologizes. He actually apologizes. That he´s sorry to make think he was never loved, but that he´s his son and it never should have been thought to have been otherwise. That it never changed to begin with. That he loves him now and god damn I´m a puddle on the floor now. I died of family feels my friends. Bury me shallow though. I have the feeling I´ll be back.

After Danny is released from the hospital, him and Lex go to a Diner for some food and conversation. And let´s just say Lex would like to have a TALK with Bruce Wayne still.

He´s also very happy about Danny´s healing factor as that means his boy will be pain free much sooner than he´d be if he´d been human… well if he´d been completely and utterly human he´d probably be dead because he would´ve taken a much longer time escaping his bonds … anyways

Though this also lets Lex think about how Danny had explained his healing factor. How it´s emotion-bound. And how sometimes when the emotions are right and good, he´ll heal, but when he feels bad or if the wound had emotional damage attached it would heal slower or even leave scars. Though the latter would only happen if the psychological damage went over a certain threshold.

And because he´s a dad he won´t beat long around the bush and tells him about his talk with Dick, about how he knows he collapsed after seeing Jason and if he knew why that was and then they talk about cores. And how the 'parasite' may not have had one, but it had certainly reacted to the proximity to one.

Soon after Lex goes outside to talk with Bruce. Bruce apologizes directly to lex - noice. He really needed to do that in person, otherwise it´d have been quite insincere.

Lex compliments Bruce in how his children care for him. How they certainly do care for him, because otherwise? They wouldn´t even bother.

Lex still warns Bruce that he´ll it slide this once and that if it ever happens again? There´ll certainly be hell to raise. Which is quite understandable. If my child had faced what Danny has faced I would not in any way be calm either. In fact, I´d be furious. So, the little warning is certainly appreciated.

While Bruce is surprised by how well Danny already looks since he´s only been out of the hospital for a few hours, he wants to apologize to Danny. And the little shit? Just says 'I´m waiting'.

Honestly, this man xD

Bruce actually, really, honestly apologizes with a whole explanation of why they did that how he´s also sorry that they did not take his trauma response seriously. He´s also understandably confused when Danny asks if he´d taken a blood sample.

And when Danny emphatically asks if he´d tried? Well. Let´s just say that a little of the eldritch energy slipped through and Bruce got a whole lot more attentive. Danny can be creepy. As a treat.

And when Bruce says 'yes`? And sees the reactions has to that? He realizes that Danny´s afraid. Honest to god afraid even though this could not be as bad as his confrontation with the ex-clown. He also doesn´t know how to feel when Danny warns him about trying it again.

Though here I´ll have to throw something in. Bruce may not have gotten a sample. But do you remember that Danny´s been tortured? With knives? And that there´d understandably been blood from his wounds all around the warehouse? And that the hospital probably also had some of his blood from the bullet removal as well as the cleaning of the other wounds? Let´s just say it will come into play later. I completely forgot about the left in my first read but god damn. This just makes the situation so much worse. But first it´ll get better. I swear this is like a roller coaster ride of emotions.

Where were we? Ah yes. Danny asks about the parasite. And if they´d taken it into the Batcave. Bruce is. Not amused. The first question out of his mouth was 'how' and the second was 'did you tell lex Luthor'

Dannys reaction´s just a wrinkled nose like 'ew, why would I do that?'. Which is honestly kind of adorable. And Danny does this whole spiel about secret identities and how they´re not his to tell and that he´s not exactly following lex´ agenda at all.

And after that rant Bruce just focuses on the word 'parasite' like a confused puppy. Danny´s just like 'yes. It´s a parasite. No, I don´t know how he got it' *thinks about ectoplasm* … 'was it a green liquid’ the instant reaction of 'LAZARUS PIT KNOWLEDGE' is funny as frick if you ask just always me. He just always assumes things first before he asks. Let me remind you peeps: To assume makes an ass out of u and me.

And then Danny explains how his parents used to work with 'something like that' and that it´s the reason his blood probably wouldn’t even ping as human because of all the contamination.

As Bruce asks if that´s the reason he´s so shifty about his blood samples Danny´s just like 'Nah. I just don´t trust you with this sort of information. Someone would get it and then they´d just use it maliciously. I KNOW that. Already lived through that'

Then this heartbreaking part follows:

There was only this soft, sad expression on Danny’s face as the boy said, “Oh, Bruce… There is no fixing me.” And then, Danny looked away, gaze falling to the half-eaten plate now. “Not anymore, anyways. Had someone tried a decade earlier, maybe it would have worked out but… No one bothered to try when I was still worth saving.”

I just want to put him in a blanket burrito and hug him until he´s happy and safe and no one will harm him anymore …

Bruce wants to talk about that topic further, but Danny just deflects back to the parasite. He talks about ectoplasm! Achievement unlocked! Knowledge about ectoplasm gained! Congratulations!

Bruce is fascinated. Danny is horrified that Jason was basically put into extremely unhealthy sludge that´s just a very bad representation for Ectoplasm. He´s not surprised about the side effects it had though. Which. If you think about it. I wouldn´t be either. I mean that stuff runs on emotions. And you can´t tell me that the League of Assassins has many positive emotions. Especially around the pits.

And then everyone´s just horrified that the parasite is sentient. Not as horrified that it´s not sapient. Can you imagine a green sludge parasite being sapient? God that sounds like some horror movie stuff.

Now the million-dollar question: Why isn´t Danny as affected by the whole thing? Easy answer? Because he´s been surrounded by that stuff since before he´s been born. It´s integrated in his DNA. Of course, it won´t affect him the same. And of course, there´s no fixing him. But his parents never did realize, did they? They never did understand what they´d been doing to their own flesh and blood. But their work was more important in the end, I guess.

And then we´re back with a mixed bag and some sadder emotions as the talk swaps to Danny´s parents and then to Lex and the situation at the hospital and Damian´s reaction and Danny´s 'mask' being just as much of a mask as Brucie is and. So much information in such a short time. Ouch :')

Good emotions. But too many D:

And now Cass has switched in! She´s taken Bruce’s seat and they ... Talk. Cass is not really all that jazzed about Danny knowing their vigilante secret. She´s also not happy about how the whole situation came about. Not sure what to think about Danny having killed someone.

And … Yeah. She has killed before. Has seen how the life of a man left him and decided: never again. She was raised as a weapon. Only a weapon - that leaves it´s traces.

And then she came to Gotham. She came to Bruce and became a vigilante and there´s the no kill rule (not that it always stops them from killing someone). And Danny just killed someone.

But it was the Joker. He´d done horrendous things to both Danny and her family. And in the end, if it´d been a member of her family who´d done the deed she would still feel not quite right about it. But the kill was not done out of some twisted sense of revenge or someone thing else. It was self-defence in the end. It was accident. So …

And in the end: she can´t be upset about all of that. She wouldn´t have wanted to lose Danny either. Even if she´d always had the feeling of not understanding him.

But that´s the thing about relationships isn´t it? They´re hard. They´re a work in progress. You can never know another person as intimately as you know yourself. We go into a relationship, any kind of relationship, with the intent to learn more about another person. Maybe also to learn more about ourselves. But at the core relationship works out if both people want to see the other for who they are and how they can make it work as a team. The same is true for friendships and family relationships. And there´s always more to learn.

Also. They´re just cute. Cass then asks what his parents did to Danny and his eyes just flash green.

There is no further information before the scene changes to the fathers trying to be subtle about spying on their kids through the window lmao

He recounts a number of their neglectful behaviours, their questionable morale standards, their involuntary hurting their children and just. Not once did they ever question themselves. Not once did they try to change or apologize. And then in the end? They used their blasters on him and he just ran. Danny´s so tired of running. So, so tired of it. He just wants somewhere to belong. A home without the danger of his own parental figures turning on him every second he´s there.

Cass is just so sweet as she gently reminds him that he´s not less important just because he hurt someone. Because in the end no one´s life is worth more, than one’s own. That she´s just glad she´s safe and god, I’m getting diabetes.

AND THEN THEY KISS. It´s all very romantic and cute and the fathers want to protest, but Tim is just sitting next to them with a camera making photos of the whole scenario because he wants to show them on their future wedding party. I understand you, my man, I understand you. That´s just the sibling in you. As well as the photographer. Those two go remarkably well together!

Tim be like:

While going home Lex and Danny make a pit stop at Harley´s and Ivy´s house where Harley and Lex badger Danny into going to therapy for the low price of Lex repairing their home and them basically becoming Danny´s Wine and Vodka aunts. Ahhh yes. Found family at its finest.

Danny also gets permission for a pet from Lex. LONG LIVE THE KITTEN EYES.

Of course, the public has already been informed about the death of the joker and how Danny had been involved. Gotham is throwing a party for him and they´re showered in confetti on their way to the airport. It´s all very heroic and nice. Until the antis come out. But they´ll always come out the little buggers.

And then. AND THEN. My favourite parts about this fic: one of the social media chapters. God damn.

It starts with their excitement about Danny coming to Gotham, worrying about the Joke r and then Danny in his custody, Danny’s health status as well as his being saved by red hood, people worrying about the joker, people being confused at Danny talking with Bruce in a diner, people insta-shipping Cass and Danny and being just so damned happy for them? It´s adorable. The social Media peeps are just CUTE.

And when they find out that Danny killed the joker all hell breaks loose. The stans, the antis - there´s fights breaking out over it, there parties, there´s just so much joy about that little fact.

And then people freak out about a pic Harley shared with the sirens and Danny and Bud and Lou during the Uno game. The Fanart is adorable and people are just joyous about Harley being like 'I´ve only known Danny for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself'. Which. Yes. Dany protection squad RISE UP.

People are not comforted hearing the 'nah don’ worry I’ve had worse' comment upon being asked about his wellbeing.

The exact way Danny revealed that Danny and Cass are now dating just absolutely adorable. It´s so fucking sweet. The whole family is exasperated and the PR team probably wants to cry but god damn, it´s cuuteee

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