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7 minutes in heaven ⟢ with the hsr men !! — synopsis. your friends play a game, and force you to join, and just so happens the bottle lands on you, and you forget you're playing 7 minutes in heaven with them, and the bottle lands on your dear trailblazing friend too. — a letter from the author. sorry lord the voices win today, anyways like i said earlier, here's a hsr post! from me to you~! — heads up. nothing too smutty happens, kissing n stuff all that sappy stuff, implied that they like you btw, matchmaker is march in most of these btw bc march would, most characters are indeed here!

DAN HENG ・really calm outside, freaking out internally inside. the person he likes, in the same room with him? that was something that already made him have a somewhat red tint on his cheeks, and his fate slowly being determined, and into a closet with you instead. the person who invited you just had to be the one person who knew he liked you- march 7th. the scolding later on that he'd give wouldn't out match how much he's feeling right now. march outside the closet lowkey cheering for you two though, because she knows you both like each other back, yet, it seemed like you were blind to it, to his obviousness, it was annoying!! you both were so obvious with liking each other.. ugh just kiss! ・kind of awkward, but trust me he's just really nervous. thinking that the person he loves and admires silently is in a closet with him, the idea isn't something he thought would ever happen (in real life at least, he has dreams about you.) while he's there, you probably gotta start the conversation. it's definitely hard to try talking while people are waiting for 7 minutes to be over to see what might've happened to you two. besides everyone already knows you both like each other. ・probably really soft lips, they smell like peaches or maple, or both. and honestly and quite literally a great kisser. knows where to put his hands, probably cups your cheek while kissing you, pretty long kiss too, like after him confessing to you, will hold the kiss for pretty long, and maybe into a mini makeout session. ・when you both are out of the closet or when they open the door, whether or not you guys are still kissing she'll go eww i hope you both already confessed and kissed!! you both will get angry at her later, but it was definitely a push you both needed. so a small scolding and thanking her is better.

CAELUS ・such a gentle baby with you, always making sure you're comfortable with him. if you look at the replies in game when you use him instead of the female mc aka stelle, he's much more gentle with it. and as someone who picked stelle instead of caelus she's way more reckless with responses.. super passionate about it too. kind of shy when the kiss between you two finally happens. it was also march who set you both up by the way, no shame at all she invited you to play while he was beside her. 'c'mon! live a little! plus you could even get to kiss you know who~!' march quoted. a real matchmaker honestly. ・like i said he's kind of shy, not awkward at all, he's the first to talk, and started to confess. he didn't care if march was on the other side of the door listening to your conversations. if he wanted to stop being shy around you and stutter, this is what he had to do. and who knows, you might like him back~ march was sure that you did, because you also told her, and the only person whoever knew about you two. holds your hands in his while he confesses. all he could do was continue and turn red. after he was finished, you initiated the kiss, one that was both passionate, and definitely awaited. most likely he took so long saying that he liked you that you guys had less than 2 minutes to finally kiss, march opening the closet, to see you to share what looked like a quick peck, when it's only really you two that really knew what happened there. ・as caelus took his seat on the floor back down next to march, while you took the seat next to the opposite side of where caelus was, all could do was laugh and congratulate you both, and continuing the game. every little glance you both shared, with a smile.

SAMPO ・big tease about it. 'haha we're both here together. <3' he's had his fair share of kisses in the past, but you're his first actual romantic crush, the first to actually catch his attention, march probably didn't know you liked him and didn't mean to put you in there with someone so... eugh!!! he's such an ick it's undescribable!! - march, but honestly his slyness and attractiveness wasn't the only thing that caught your eye. inside he's a really genuine guy. teasingly sweet, that's what made your heart flutter. ・other than a few obvious red flags, he's a real sweetheart. and it's okay we're colorblind together. at the very start it's already a makeout session inside that closet. probably moans a bit to piss you off. definitely leaves hickeys on you after every little kiss he gave, now that he knows you're his, you know? overtly possessive of you too and rightfully so. he may look like a player but in the end he's also really new to all and everything romantic. march opens the closet, pinching her nose, "ew get out of there!! gosh, i hope you didn't do anything bad to them.." brushing dust particles off your shoulders, looking up and down for any bruises, and spots the hickeys, "ew.. you both really did more than just talking in that closet.." ・she took a breath of relief and sat you down next to her, far from sampo, who kept smirking at you, winking even, all you could do was look away, covering the red on your face. but march gave a disgusted look in return, mouthing the words "stay away from them!"

WELT YANG ・experienced dilf and great kisser, not shy when confessing. cups your face for you to listen to him, and okay this time is wasn't march even thought it was so obvious that you guys liked each other, it was himeko AND march. ok it was mostly march but himeko helped convince welt, that's a big part. anyways! such a romantic. total sweetheart with you, wraps his arms around your waist while you place your arms around his neck like a new years' kiss happening. ・remembers when it's time to get out anyway, so makes sure it's just you two who know what went down, but one arm still around your waist, to let march and himeko know their plan was a success, he already knew what they were planning, he just let it play out, honestly didn't think they had a plan so the bottle would really land on you and him. was it.. really just by chance..? ・march is over the moon with himeko celebrating you and him finally being together, honestly the people who cheered you both on the most during your dating phase. ・i forgot but his kind of kisses are long lasting, patient, and.. i don't really know how to explain this but just super genuinely passionate. honestly you guys probably went more than just 7 minutes... and maybe more in the bedroom

GEPARD LANDAU ・has never kissed anyone before, like other than kisses on the cheek, or forehead, he's never done that stuff. this time the person who set you two up for this was his dear sister, serval.. plus a bit of march, because march would!! serval asked for her help anyway.. new to kisses, and new to relationships / romantic feelings, so please guide him, so precious when he does confess, it feels like it's scripted almost honestly. but he's really so genuine with it i promise, probably starts as a kiss on your cheek, and escalates from there. ・probably a really messy kiss, but just tell him he did great and that you feel the same, sprinkled with i love you and kisses all over his face, you both end up going out the room holding hands <3 ・march and serval are the happiest people, like parents really, all in all he's really happy you accepted his confession, serval is so happy, even gepard takes you home after the party finishes up, all that cheesy stuff like a kiss before he goes on the doorstep, <33

JING YUAN ・who invited this hottie to the party though, it's okay i'm not complaining, anyways, he's so calm and sly with it too.. he the type to put your hair behind your ear and whisper how much he loves you, and joking around on how it took you so long to realize it, then his soft lips crash into yours, aa he's such a hopeless romantic the whole moment felt like a dream <3 ・has kissed a fairly okay amount of people, he probably smells like strawberries and cherry blossoms. or maybe trees, either of those, and his lips are super soft, and it's like he's always prepared for a kiss, especially when it's from you, and this time no march didn't plan it, more surprised than you are when she sees the dark hickeys scattered on your neck, lowkey you started smelling like him too... that's at least what professional matchmaker march 7th said! ・full makeout session with him, was literally about to strip you naked and make you his, but sadly 7 minutes isn't long, and confessing did take a great sum of time, what a shame.. his kisses are filled with passion and hunger, every kiss makes him want more, probably even when you both are already outside the closet he'd give you a kiss, a quick one, enough to make march realize what she's done, dear god.

BLADE ・it's probably kafka who set you both up instead, she knows blade liked you for longer, can't tell if you feel the same, to be frank, and that's impressive because she can usually read people pretty well. but she thought you both were a match made in heaven! but it took you so long to see his obvious hints, ever since you joined, you really hadn't realized after the asking of what you love, what flowers you like, what's your favorite food, literally throwing the smoothest pickup lines at you ever? hell i'm not even that blind and i have glasses (i am that blind) ・kafka shoves you both into the closet really fast and waits outside in excitement "oo i hope they're gonna be together now after the 10 millionth hint <333!!! what do you think silver wolf?!" "what if they end up having sex what then-" cut to the part where he's pinned you to the wall and making out with you really harshly, probably degrades you a bit, will leaves hickeys, and bites your lip when you guys kiss. lots of tongue action, honestly is not shamed at all, is willing to strip you 'till kafka opens the closet doors super happy and giddy ・"you guys together now or what??" after pulling you both out of the closet, hickeys painted on your skin, blade's face tinted ruby, and eyes glowing red, "what if you just left them there in the closet, maybe we would've had a kid on board joining us-" ・overall um, kafka and silver wolf are happy (and relieved) you guys are together now plss stop being blind.

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Angry Heart | Eddie Munson x fem!reader (Prologue)

Summary: Your best friend Chrissy Cunningham always got everything she ever wanted, even you new friend and crush Eddie Munson. When Chrissy does the unthinkable, Eddie is left to pick up the pieces alone... or is he?

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson x Reader (eventually), reader and Chrissy are friends but have a fallout. Minimal usage of Y/N

Series warnings: MDNI 18 +, Smut, fluff and angst (everything all rolled into one beautiful shit show), mentions of drugs and alcohol being consumed, overall adult language and theme. By clicking the read more, you agree that you are over 18! Ageless and minor blogs who interact will be blocked.

Word count: ~4.7k

A/N: this story is the weird brainchild of me getting a little inebriated and remembering how my divorced parents met and I was inspired. This is my first fic ever and I know it is NOT GOOD, but feedback is always appreciated. This is just the prologue to set up some context for our characters. I have a rough plan as to where this story is going to go but I am so open to suggestions!! Thanks for reading y'all.

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September 1985

Chrissy Cunningham was always perfect. And it was even more annoying because she was pretty, popular and nice to everyone she made eye contact with. That is also why you had been best friends since junior high when you both joined the dance team. When high school hit, she projected herself into the popular group by revolving your high school experience around cheerleading and the popular girls, where you happily sacrificed some of your valuable reputation to pursue both cheer and drama club. Chrissy was always there even though you were seen as less desirable as the other girls on the team. Even if she was in the back row, she would always be at your productions and would happily cheer you on.

Although she was your best friend, she scared you a lot. She was on the path to a scholarship to her dream school, to getting scooped up by some picture perfect person and getting married and having her dream job. She would stay hot and pretty and perfect forever and as you were approaching graduation, you often worried about what was next for you - terrified of peaking in high school and amounting to nothing. Worried about not finding your own group of people, your own scholarship, and your own path laid out neatly like Chrissy’s was.

Eddie Munson, however, was the opposite of perfect. If Chrissy was a sparkling smooth personality, Eddie was a jagged edge that very few people appreciated. He was a repeat senior who dealt drugs to all of Hawkins’ youth and was unapologetically apathetic to the restraints that were supposedly placed on the senior class of ‘86. So when he happily worked sound for the drama club in exchange for free rentals for his DND club, many drama kids turned their noses up at him; except for you. You happily sat next to him at your first drama club meeting. There was something magnetic about him. From that first time you met him, you were determined to get to know him better. Your intuitions told you that he was going to be more than a background character in your own story.

Two friends from opposite circles, opposite ends of the spectrum. As you and Chrissy left the gym fussing over new uniforms and team drama, Eddie was on the other side of the school picking his lunch kit out of the garbage, nursing a new black eye; and a freshman on his left pacing a rut into the hallway.

“Last time I stick up for you, Henderson. I swear to god…you’re lucky I have extra shirts in the drama storage.” The metalhead mumbled. His dark curls pulled back into a low bun as he dug further into the garbage can.

“How was I supposed to know that it was Jason behind me? I didn’t mean to fall into him!” Dustin pouted. Eddie had picked him off the floor after Jason Carver had poured his gatorade down his Hellfire shirt. Eddie would never admit it, but as much as he loved his precious club, he cared for his freshmen recruits more. Jason, being the captain of the basketball team, and therefore the resident asshole, gave Eddie the shiner for his troubles, and threw his stuff in the garbage as an extra favor. You rounded the corner with Chrissy as you saw the two boys, both looking worse for wear.

“Hey Ed - Oh my god your face!” You gasped as he turned around after finally fishing his lunch kit out of the trash.

“You should see the other guy” Eddie chuckled, and winced

“What other guy?” When he does not respond to your question you turn to the freshman who looks like he has seen a ghost.

“J-Jason Carver. Eddie was just trying to save my ass.” Dustin squeaked, his eyes glued to his sneakers.

“Come with me”. You grab his hand and lead him to the girls locker room. Chrissy hot on your trails.

After investigating to ensure no one else was in the changeroom, you lock the door and sit Eddie down on a bench while you enter the small infirmary to retrieve the first aid kit. Chrissy keeps her distance, but sits down beside him and flashes him a polite smile. Eddie feels a pang in his heart as he feels his cheeks start to burn red. Chrissy lets out a small giggle.

“That’s really brave what you did for that kid” Chrissy praised.

“Ahh, there is no way Henderson would be able to take on that meathead. I gotta take care of my minions.”

Chrissy laughs again, almost too loud. As you pace back to the two of them, you feel like an intruder. You clear your throat and both of them look away, blushing furiously. You take a long sigh as you open the first aid kit to find the ice pack and a bandaid for the small cut that has formed on Eddie’s cheekbone. He winces while you stick the bandaid on and you gently place the ice pack over his eye. His brown eyes glued to Chrissy’s as you tended to him. Once you finished, you cleaned up and the three of you returned to the bustling hallways of Hawkins High.

“Thanks for the help sweetheart. I just wish this was a spiderman bandage or something.” Sweetheart.

“Don’t sweat it Eddie. I’ll see you in rehearsal later” you smiled. Chrissy eyed Eddie up and down as you said your goodbyes and Eddie turned around to go to his next class.

“I never realized how much of a charmer Eddie Munson is,” Chrissy pondered. You felt a pit in your stomach. As much as you loved Chrissy, Eddie was your friend first. So many of your teammates had put Chrissy as a priority over you, and you always felt like a drifter between drama and cheer - seeing as you felt you didn’t totally feel like you belonged in either.. Eddie was finally a person that you thought was yours, something that Chrissy couldn’t influence, someone that finally didn’t care about your background or where you fit on the food chain. But, lo and behold, it seems that everyone falls under the high school spell and everything always seems to be too good to be true for you.

“Yeah, he’s a cool guy I guess. He does the sound for the drama club apparently he’s got a knack for music. Walked into him playing some Black Sabbath on the guitar in the drama room.” You tried to retort calmly, but your hands were trembling.

“Black Sabb -?Hmph. I think that is going to give me yet another reason to go to the drama room… Since he seems to be good with his hands” Chrissy giggled and intertwined her arm with yours, leading you to your shared math class.

“Chris, please don’t just play with this one, I do really like him. I think he could be a really good friend.” Friend.

“That’s totally fine! Nothing’s gonna happen. I guess I just realized how cute he was…Maybe I should ask him to come watch us at the next game, or hang out…afterwards” Chrissy winks at you

“You’d be better off setting up a deal with him” you poke. She giggles as you both take your seats.

You could barely focus in math, mind racing about how much Chrissy and Eddie bothered you. Was it really just the idea of him and Chrissy being better friends than you? Or were you jealous? That’s ridiculous because you liked Eddie as a friend. Just a friend. Chrissy could go out with Eddie all she wants. You aren’t the boss of her - or him for that matter. Then why are you stuck on the way your heart fluttered when he called you sweetheart? Why were you constantly seeking him out in the hallways?

No. It can’t be. You’re just friends.

October 1985

Your body was radiating with anxiety during afternoon rehearsals.The pit in your stomach had grown to a full ache in your chest whenever you heard Chrissy talk about Eddie. The more you taked with him, the more you wanted to reach out and touch him, to hug him and tell him that he was the greatest, most interesting person you had ever met. But again, everything seems way too good to be true because every time you hung out with Eddie, Chrissy seemed to make her way into conversation.

Eddie was teaching a freshman how to use the new sound board and you could barely get out your lines. All you could think about is Eddie and Chrissy in the locker room. Your performances were so uninspired that Mr. Taylor ended your scene rehearsals early. Your scene partner Eric gave you an apologetic pat as you both reunited with the rest of the drama club. Eddie sauntered up behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“How’s it going superstar?” He leaned his chin on the top of your head.

“Hey Eddie. I’m okay, trouble focusing today. I’m totally flubbing today.”

“Hey, so I had a question for you… about Chrissy”. You tensed up and broke away from him. You turned to face him but could not look him in the eyes.

“Umm, yeah what’s up?” There comes that ache you knew all too well. You could see it happening now, him finally choosing her over you.

“Is she single? What’s the deal? Is she dating any basket boys I should be worried about?” He poked at you nervously. You tried to let a laugh escape to ease the tension but all that came out was an exasperated wince.

“No, she’s single.. Do what you want Ed.” you mumbled. You could feel the tears threatening to well up. You brush past him and pick up your bag to head to the gym. Eddie’s eyes follow you out, but he couldn’t bring himself to go after you. What was your deal?

You trudged off the field after an exasperating practice after an exhausting rehearsal. You were so excited to leave this day in the past, grab some junk from the supermarket with Chrissy and hunker in for an evening of studying. In the locker room, Sarah and Tiffany giggle and look at you and Chrissy.

“Hey Chris, we were wondering if you wanted to come to the mall with us right now. We were going to pick up some outfits for Halloween!” Tiffany briefly meets your gaze and looks back to Chrissy.

“Yeah sure!” the blonde chirped “We would love to! Y/N and I were just going to-”

“Oh, well we only have room for one..” Sarah sneered. Chrissy looks at you with her beautiful brows furrowed into a perfect pout. You knew she wanted to go with them. You felt bad for making Chrissy sacrifice her social standing to hang out with you. You knew she wanted to go, but would never tell you. You decided to take the fall for her… the undesired yet again.

“Yeah, that’s fine, I got lots of homework to do anyways” you brushed off. “I’ll call you later Chris.”

“I’ll come over after!” Chrissy lazily offered as you packed your bag up and left the locker room.

You left with holes in your heart. All you wanted was your people to stay yours. You didn’t understand why that was so difficult.

The shrill ring of your landline woke you from your desk - having fallen asleep while finishing homework. You flopped onto your bed and picked up the phone.

“Hello?” You yawned.

“Babe, I have to tell you about my evening!!” Chrissy squealed, she barely let you greet her.

“Oh, you mean the evening you were supposed to spend with me studying?” you jabbed. You felt bad for taking your insecurities out on Chrissy, but you couldn’t help it.

“Oh come on now. This will make up for it.”

“Alright get on with it then.” You rolled your eyes and rolled on to your back.

“So you will never believe who me, Tiffany and Sarah ran into at the mall!”

“Ummm… John Cusak” You joked dryly.

“No you silly! Eddie!” Chrissy yelped. “And do I have news for you!!”

You jolted up and immediately gave the call your full attention. This could not end well - either for Eddie or you.

“Sarah and Tiffany let you talk to Eddie in public?” you snorted. The insecurity seeping through the receiver.

“Well, kind of. We joked that the party next week would be best with something other than just the alcohol if you know what I mean” you could practically hear Chrissy’s eyebrows wagging. “So they dared me to go set up a deal with him… and I could see him practically drooling over me! I think he might like me, babe. And I think that I really like the fact that he does” she giggles maliciously. Attention. As kind and beautiful as Chrissy was, she was used to the attention, she thrived off of it. It worried you, the fact that there were hordes of guys that had been left in her wake so she could have an ego boost or something to do on a Friday night.

“Chris, are you sure that’s, like, a good idea? What if you really hurt him?”

“Oh come on, Y/N, its just a bit of fun. Nothing serious! So anyways, I went over to his trailer about an hour ago and he asked for my number! Ugh!” Your excitement wasn’t reciprocated like Chrissy had hoped. Her squeals being the only ones that echoed between the two of you.

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you excited?” Chrissy questioned.

“I just - you’re both my friends, I just don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

“Ugh you worry way too much. It’s just some harmless fun! Loosen up, maybe then you could get some dates yourself!” she chided. You knew she was joking but it was the last blow to your breaking heart “ Anyways, I gotta get off the line just in case he tries to call! Love you!” with that you hear a click and the dead line. You sigh as you put your phone back on the receiver and flop back down onto your pillows.

You always hated halloween. It was an excuse for anyone your age to dress up in some sort of sexy reiteration of some sort of animal or cartoon character and to get sloppy drunk in someone’s trashed house, unbeknownst to their absent parents. That is exactly where you found yourself; Chrissy on one side of the couch, Tiffany on the other, you smooshed in the middle (as per Chrissy’s request) and half of the basketball and cheer team sat in a messy circle on the floor. How you got yourself roped into spin the bottle, you would never know, but your makeshift devil horns were giving you a headache and as much as you loathed blacking out in random people’s houses, you were nursing your fourth drink of the night (and were definitely feeling the buzz). Between the noise of people talking over each other, the blaring music, and Chrissy constantly blabbing about how much time she and Eddie have been spending together, you felt like your brain was going to explode. The only option that you really saw for the evening was to forget all about it like half of the Hawkins High population at the party.

Jason grabbed the empty bottle in the middle of the circle and spun it with vigor. Everyone waited in anticipation to see who would be the lucky girl to get to kiss the king of Hawkins high. The room fell hushed as you looked at the bottle, which was pointing directly at you. You immediately felt like you were going to throw up. Since that day in the hallway with Eddie, you always held some animosity for Jason. The last thing you wanted to do was kiss the guy who went after one of your other best friends. Jason chuckled and elbowed his minions on either side of him, all of them snickering deviously. He stood from his spot and stalked across the circle towards you. You chuckled nervously and went to get out of your spot on the couch.

“Hah, don’t mean to kill the vibe, but suddenly I don’t really feel like playing anymore.” You push yourself off the couch and go to step over some people sitting on the floor but Jason grabbed your wrist. Hard. You felt the world spinning around you, unsure if it was your sudden anxiety, or the alcohol. You could hear the faint whispers of Chrissy and Tiffany behind you, and you were suddenly aware of the 20 pairs of eyes locked on you. You tried to pull away from him with no avail.

“Come on, don’t be a prude. Let me give you the best kiss of your life, seeing as the only person you’ve boned is the freak” He pulled you into his chest and held your face in his hands. He pressed his mouth to yours, trying to weasel his tongue inside your pressed lips. You finally got the strength to push him away with a cry in disgust. You wanted to slap him but your bones now felt like jello and your feet cemented to the floor.

“She hasn’t boned the freak! She hasn’t boned anyone!” Chrissy laughed, not realizing that her retort did more harm than good. You wished the ground would swallow you whole. Finally, you muster your strength to move. You didn’t want any of these assholes to see you cry, to give them the satisfaction.

“Thanks, Chris” you whisper before running out of the room and up the stairs to the crowded living room. You were desperate for some air. Everything around you felt like it was constricting you, choking you. All you could hear was laughter and your vision felt like it was pinholing. You slide out of the front door to sit on the steps. You breathe deeply, looking around to make sure that there was no one around before you let your tears fall.

Chrissy made an attempt to go after you. After rolling her eyes and giving Tiffany a tight smile, she lifter herself off of the couch and pranced up the stairs to the rest of the party. She looked around the scatterings of people, but didn’t see you. She slid her way through the hallway into the kitchen, where her eyes found someone else she had been casually looking for all evening. She stumbled towards a mop of chocolate curls and wrapped her arms around him, hands covering his eyes.

“Guess who?” she slurred.

“Hey pretty girl.” Eddie turned to her to give her a proper embrace but quickly took a step back. “Don’t know if you want to be seen doing that to me right now” he chuckled nervously. Eddie understood what being seen with him meant and as little as he cared for his own reputation, he cared greatly for hers

. Chrissy looked him up and down and fully realized the metal head’s beauty. Pale skin kissed with dark ink, beautiful brown eyes that shone - especially when he talked to her, lean figure and crooked smile. She felt like her brain was going to short circuit.

“You’re right” Chrissy cooed. “Maybe we should go somewhere a little more private so we could talk” She took his hand and led him up the stairs to a quiet hallway full of closed doors. They rounded a corner and they sank down the wall to sit on the floor, Chrissy totally forgetting about her mission to find you and Eddie being blissfully ignorant to your conundrum.

You had collected yourself and knew there was no way you could stay at the party. As much as you loathed going back into the chaos and as angry as you were at Chrissy, you couldn’t allow yourself without letting her know that you were leaving and how angry you were. When reentered the house, the first faces you were met with were Jason and his posse of meatheads. You averted your gaze but heard their snickers anyway. You refused to give him the satisfaction or the tears, so you kept moving, keeping your eyes glued to the linoleum. The tightness of your chest multiplied with the number of rooms you checked where you did not see a perky blonde ponytail. You needed to find Chrissy; you needed to give her a piece of your mind; you needed to leave. But everything was deafening. Things were getting fuzzy. Determined to get a grip and find your friend, you trot up to the top floor of the house, in search of a quiet place to collect yourself. You were met with a long hallway full of closed doors. You continue down the hallway, checking doors to see if you could find a bathroom. When you round the corner of the dim upstairs, your breath gets caught in your throat. You see Eddie sitting on the floor, Chrissy in his lap, their mouths messily mashed together. Everything came tumbling down. The combination of alcohol and shock makes you wrack out a gasp of air. Both Eddie and Chrissy looked up but with very different expressions. Chrissy looked almost proud of her conquest, ignorant to the hurt you were already feeling towards her. Eddie, on the other hand, looked mortified - turning a bright red. The look of betrayal was clear across your own face as tears threatened to fall again.

“Im - I’m going to go.” you don’t wait for either of them to get up. Eddie pushes Chrissy to her feet and gets up to go after you. Chrissy grabs his arm

“Eddie, wait!”

“Chrissy, I am so incredibly sorry, but I need to go make sure she’s okay” He goes to move away from her but she stops him again and pulls him in for a chaste kiss.

“Please don’t let this be the last time we do this” she whispers into his ear and drops his hand. Eddie turns a bright pink and leaves her with a smile.

You trudge through the house, tunnel vision honing in on the front door. The urge to vomit increased tenfold. Eddie catches up to you. You hear him calling out for you but you can’t turn back. Too embarrassed and heart broken (and drunk) to be able to handle what you saw in an unfamiliar place, in front of strangers nonetheless. You swung open the front door and ran down the front steps. Eddie trudges after you, clearly upset about what you had seen. There was no way he was going to let this get between the two of you.

“Y/N Wait” He sounds desperate. You turn to him and roll your eyes.

“What? Is it not what it looks like?” you laugh dryly. “You don’t need to explain anything to me, I’m going home.” You turn to leave. You couldn’t take another person pitying you. You understood where you were on the food chain. Yet another person to think of you as second best to Chrissy.

“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t walk by yourself this late at night.” Eddie chides. The alcohol had finally given you the bravery you had been needing for the past hour.

“Don’t do that. Don’t sweetheart me when you are literally going to go back inside and suck face with my best friend. Just - go. Enjoy the rest of your night Eddie. I’ll be just fine.” The tears freely falling down your cheeks didn’t convince him. He takes a step towards you but you turn to walk away,

“Why are you so angry with me about Chrissy? I thought I didn’t need to explain anything to you, but you seem really fucking mad at me”. Eddie’s words stop you dead in your tracks. He’s angry? With you? Instead of actual vomit, the words that come out of your mouth leave uncontrollably.

“She doesn’t like you Eddie. She likes the attention. She doesn’t like you like I do. She doesn’t care about you like you deserve to be cared about. And she likes the fact that I care about you way too much. Chrissy has to have everything. I can’t have anything to myself, but yet again no one gives a shit about me, about how I feel. How much I care because as long as Chrissy is there, she will always be number one. You are just another conquest for her and ,and she is just using you” You stand your ground, chest heaving. There is a sense of relief that you stood your ground but you immediately knew you said to much.

“E-Eddie, wair-”

“You think that I don’t know that she’s using me?”

“What?”

“Look, Y/N I am really really sorry that you care about me and I am really sorry that you feel that way about Chrissy. But I really like her. So I’m cool if she thinks that she wants to have some fun for now. I’ll let her as long as she’ll have me. Just - please stop caring about me, sweetheart. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I want to be your friend but, fuck -I might be in love with Chrissy. I think I have been for a long time, but just finally let myself feel it..”

You stood in shock. Your heart shattered to a million pieces. Eddie’s did too. He loved having you as a friend and he loved having you in his life, but he couldn’t imagine kissing you like he did Chrissy, taking you on dates like he wanted to with Chrissy, going to prom like he wished he would with Chrissy. Not you.

“Forget we ever had this conversation”. You turned on your heels and walked away. Hoping that Eddie would stop you and tell you that this was all a joke, that you were worth it, that you were his favorite and that he felt the same way about you. And even though being Chrissy’s friend was draining a lot of the time, you did always have her. But everything changed in one night. This is the first night that you have ever felt completely alone. You crossed your arms over your torso and started your walk home.

The next days and weeks went on as normal. Eddie seemingly didn’t tell Chrissy about your conversation because the phone calls never ceased. She still met you by your locker and she still intertwined her arm with yours when you walked. Eddie's gaze was aimed more at Chrissy and nights where you and Eddie normally hung out were now filled with secret rendezvous with the blonde. Although he still acted like your old Eddie, you felt a coldness from him. His smile never seemed genuinely happy and his eyes stopped glowing when he saw you. You kept quiet in efforts not to lose your only true friends at the school, but your shattered heart was refractured after every phone call you got from Chrissy, every detail you heard about their meetups or how soft his hands were or how great his kisses were.. You felt like you were crashing and burning but you kept up your facade to ensure you could salvage your fractured friendship, and every time you hung up your phone, you curled into your pillow and cried because although things were seemingly as they were supposed to be, you had never felt so out of place and isolated in your life.

You were waiting for Chrissy to come over, books sprawled across your kitchen table in anticipation for your study session for your semester finals. She was over an hour late.You sighed as you pulled out your flashcards and started to review in an attempt to salvage the time you had already wasted. You were interrupted by your phone ringing.

“Hello?”

“Babe oh my god I am so sorry I am running behind but you are never going to guess what happened!!”

“What’s that Chris?”

“Eddie Asked me to be his girlfriend!!”

Part 1 when?

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adelheidvonschicksal · 3 months

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JJK crew with Fem sweet S/O who’s been heavily abused verbally and sometimes physically by her relatives, the only family she has left. They make her do chores and they make her sleep outside in a tent. She feels like she owes them for taking her in so despite being hurt and malnourished, she does whatever they say. JJK crew including Gojo, Itadori, Megumi, Nobara, and anyone else in mind?

A/N: Honestly, the majority of the students are throwing either hands or words. I combined two requests because I felt like I would’ve been repeating myself otherwise, and the requests share more similarities than not so smoosh! The main difference was the second request asked for a reader immuned to cursed techniques because their family would curse them out of jealousy and for being mixed/hafu. I also tried to focus more on the reaction than the actual abuse.

Tags: non-graphic abuse mentions, hurt/comfort, fem!reader

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Maki

Maki has seen this story before – the hateful stares and the mocking laughter, stepping down on even the smallest hope to dream. Being told again and again how useless you were, how worthless, that clinging to dreams, wanting more was all pointless.

When you reveal that the reason you’re so strong is because others made you feel weak, she encourages you. “Then, prove them wrong. You don’t have to live your life the way others believe you should.”

She tries to get you to speak up more, not necessarily to your family but about everything. You’re a kind person and quiet but she feels like you never truly speak your mind, wanting to please everyone.

Whenever she sees someone trying to berate or annoy you, she’s quick to ask why they’re fine talking down to you in private and not in front of her. She may never say it out loud but she’s a bit overprotective of the people she likes.

She eventually offers you a choice: when she takes over her clan, you should join her in building a place where you both can be accepted.

Geto

He’s intuitive to tell you don’t like your clan. The few times he’s met them, they weren’t the politest to him either since he comes from a non-sorcerer family but it’s still strange that they treat a total stranger way better than their own clan member. It clicks more when you explain he’s “pureblood” and you’re not, so they like you even less.

He becomes a bit more protective of you after that, inviting you to hang out with him since you two non-sorcerer blooded people should stick together. It seems to take some of your apprehension away.

It still makes him angry to think about though, even more frustrated whenever your other clan members ignore his speeches on how you’re all sorcerers and that they should treat each other with more care.

They obviously don’t appreciate it, but you do. So, his main goal is to at least make you feel better about the situation through little jokes here and there and trying to convince you that you shouldn’t worry about them because the school can be your family now.

He knows it doesn’t completely fix everything, but he hopes you can see that at least the rest of them care about you.

Megumi

Like Geto, he can tell beforehand that you’re uncomfortable talking about your family. You get the same look he does when someone new accidentally asks him about his family, both his father and his connection with the Zen’in clan.

Megumi always figures it’s not in his place to ask, when you’re ready to talk about it, you will. It’s as simple as that. It doesn’t really become an issue until he sees you actually interact with your family, and how nasty they could be with you, overtly and the disgustingly passive, micro-aggressive way that only old family lines could pull off.

As much as you hate how your family treats you and as much as you hate explaining it to him, you’re more worried that telling others will make them realize that you’re no good and that the other students wouldn’t want to be your friends anymore if they found out about your status and the fact half your family weren’t from here, let alone sorcerers, which is a big reason why you never shared the information.

Megumi doesn’t really care about what most people think especially people who he considers trash. You’re sweet and kind, and that’s really all that matters to him, so you shouldn’t think that he nor the others wouldn’t be your friend because of your birth.

He has no problem telling your nosier cousins that he’s friends with you because he thinks you’re the most outstanding member of your clan—only when asked though.

He will never give you the time to question him or to doubt your relationship together. Any “buts” or “Megumi—” about you not wanting to bring him into your family life or to try to distance yourself is met with “Don’t care” or “No,” to shut down that line of thoughts.

It becomes a little more common for you to spend the night over in his dorm instead of going home at night but he’s still working on convincing you to give up your family entirely like he did.

Gojo

Gojo keeps trying to wiggle himself in your life any chance he gets. He really likes meeting new people especially during high school, you’re included in that when you join his second year.

Unfortunately, you don’t like him for some reason, you don’t like him. You keep avoiding him and barely talk to him, and it’s killing him to know why. Because who could hate him?

It takes a long time of poking at you (your sides specifically) and teasing you to finally get you to admit that your family told you not to talk to him, not to draw his attention, don’t so much as breathe near him. Because you should be lucky to go to the same school as a member of the Gojo Clan, let alone THE heir, and that you shouldn’t be a burden to him.

“Oh, is that right?” Once you tell him your clan’s name (the name you couldn’t use because they didn’t want you representing them) then he fully understands. He knows them well enough.

He immediately wants to go to your house. He wants to visit, in fact Suguru should go! And why not Shoko, too? He’s going to live up the royal treatment from your folks, even as you protest for him not to go. Maybe he’ll ask for all the good drinks and put his feet up on their fancy table?

But why not? He just wants to talk to them and tell them about his new best friend in the world: you. He wants to tell them how he’s so happy how well they treat his adorable little underclassman. And, oh, your room is so tiny, smaller than his walk-in closet, and there’s nothing in there, almost like they only now remember the room exists since he asked about your room. Haven’t they ever thought about getting you a bigger space? Oh, they were planning to let you move into the guest room? Great idea! Wow, then you’re definitely going to need some new clothes to fill that nice new closet, he’ll have to send some. And it’d be rude if he sees someone else in the clothes his clan gifted specifically for you, huh?

When asked why he decided to do that, he says he already told you why: you’re his cute little underclassman.

And he always treats you as such too. Always buying you things to take home and pampering you. Always inviting you out to eat with him and telling you to eat up because he can’t finish it all by himself, and that pretty girls should eat a lot and that you should try every dessert at a new bakery with him.

He constantly asks about your family life now too, to make sure you’re still doing okay, and that when you graduate you should leave them because you don’t owe them anything for being a child who needed help.

Nobara

She’s seeing red when she sees you hurt or when she sees you cry. Society already treats women so awful, and it hurts seeing you be treated evilly by people who are supposed to care about you.

There’s no stopping her when she puts her mind to something. Normally, you could convince her not to retaliate against your family but when she sees any mark on you it’s the last straw.

She’s going to gather your things and kick over that stupid excuse for a “room” they’ve given you and bring you with her. She doesn’t care if she has to share her small space with you as long as you’re safe. She’s sure Gojo can get a new dorm ready for you in no time flat, so it isn’t even a big deal to be sharing a bed for a little while with you.

It feels warm and safe in her hold, and she doesn’t forget to ever tell you how much she loves you and how wonderful a person you are, that she admires you for always being so kind despite your upbringing.

She isn’t afraid to tell you that you don’t owe those people shit while also promising to take you out for new clothes and something to eat. The guilt eats at her for not protecting you sooner, and it makes her want to punch the wall every time she’d think of how dizzy you would get somedays. She had her suspicions but didn’t trust her gut. She promises herself not to make that mistake again.

Anytime you need to do anything with your family, she makes you promise to tell her and let her come with you or one of the others.

Itadori

You manage to pull the wool over his eyes for longer than you expected. You tell him that your family means well and that it’s tough love. Itadori understands that to a small degree. His grandpa was a little ornery, but Itadori always could tell that his grandpa loved him. Megumi can be a bit abrasive, but Itadori can tell Megumi cares about them. With your family, he doesn’t get that vibe.

It’s even worse than he thinks when he finally hears from your own mouth what’s going on, so much that he wants to cry for you because you won’t do it for yourself because you’ve gotten so used to the treatment that even your own body adapted, all because you feel like you can’t be ungrateful and leave your family.

He’ll do the best that he can to help, assisting you in running your errands so that you can have a break, but he still feels so lost because even if he wanted to fight them, he can’t attack an entire clan, and he doesn’t have the weight to do something about it himself especially when you beg him to keep between the two of you.

He’s trying so desperately to convince you that none of your home life is normal while you bury down that fact that you know he’s right.

Itadori quickly makes it one of his ultimate goals to save you like he wants to do with everyone else he meets. Sure, he can’t save everyone, and sure, he can’t exactly get rid of Sukuna just yet, but you’re right here in front of him, and he should be able to save you because he loves you.

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P.S.A. Please remember to reach out to someone if you’re undergoing any type of abusive situations from family members or other domestic partners, or if you suspect someone is going through those things.

#jjk x reader #megumi x reader x yuuji #gojo x reader #geto x reader #yuuji x reader #maki x reader #nobara x reader #jjk angst #tw: abuse #tw: dark content #tw:abuse #tw:darkcontent #tw: dark themes

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Subtext and Culture, Young Royals, Season 2, Episode 1

Season 2 picks up after the Christmas break, it is now early January 2021, and Wilhelm is asleep, dreaming of Simon...

Cinematography: The show does a slow transition from Wilhelm's sex dream by changing the colours from the soft golden light of his dream, to the harsh early January daylight, and by letting the sound of a vacuum cleaner pierce the signature [dreamy electronic music] of his dream.

Subtext: We're seeing Wilhelm move like a ghost through the palace, ignoring everyone, even his mother. He's still angry with her, and they haven't really talked all break.

Blink and you miss it: It's hard to make out, but Erik's silver cigarette case is also inscribed with Sällskapet - The Society, the ultra-douche nobility club.

Cinematography: Just like last season was bookended by a fourth wall break, here comes the opening montage and a very angry Wilhelm staring into the camera.

Subtext: The August montage tells us a bunch of things. He's been spending Christmas break alone at school since he doesn't really have a family to spend it with, and his eating disorder/body dysmorphia sure isn't getting better.

Culture: Simon is playing the song Aldrig Igen by Cherrie, which is about leaving someone who has hurt you. The repeating refrain goes: "Never gonna happen again. I don't want to feel like that."

Culture: Minimum age for getting your driver's license in Sweden is 18. It's getting more and more rare for people to get their driver's license as soon as possible, because it's simply not a necessity for most. When I went to high school last century (in the 90's), about half the class got theirs at that time. These days less than a third get theirs that early.

Subtext: Although Felice didn't really have a plot of her own this season, I'm glad to see that she learned something last season and keeps ignoring her annoying, prattling, mom. That her friend Sara got into the Manor House is much more important than whatever horsey-horse blah her mom is whining about.

Subtext: Madison hands Sara a crystal, of course she's into that. But I'm not crunchy enough to figure out what the hell she means by "among other things". Help. Anyone? What is that even? Amethyst?

Subtext: "Native Americans and other indigenous peoples have burned sage for centuries as part of a spiritual ritual to cleanse a person or space, and to promote healing and wisdom." Thank you Google for that explanation. And of course it's something Madison would do.

Lost in translation: The English translation of their chanting didn't quite capture everything. A literal translation would be "Fine girls, deep pockets, worship our fine pussies!" But fina flickor is an expression that means well-mannered upper-class girls, djupa fickor is a Swedish idiom that means being rich, and these two fragments both rhymes with and alliterates with fina fittor, except the latter is extremely vulgar, which creates an interesting juxtaposition of contrasting tone. Btw, my high school Swedish teacher was the best teacher I've ever had, and I know he would be so fucking proud of me right now if he could see me writing this! Tack, Magnus.

Subtext: And here comes the first mention of this season's main theme; traditions, upholding them, breaking them, examining them... Interestingly enough it's Felice who suggests breaking it, while all the other girls insist that Sara has to continue the tradition. And boy, does she ever. At least the fire department didn't show up...

Subtext: The real reason August didn't join Vincent or Nils on their expensive Christmas vacation to the Seychelles is of course that he can't afford it. But his dismissive joke also just point to his own eating disorder problems. August, get help.

Subtext: When Simon insta-stalks Marcus we get to see a bit of his personality. Apparently, Marcus likes camping, fishing, hiking, horses, and his Volvo. The 850 is a classic 90's station wagon, and although it's pretty unusual for 18-year-olds to own a car in Sweden, something like that checks out and it's probably his car.

Subtext: Vincent is such an ass, and I love every second of it. He has zero respect for the younger students, he doesn't give a shit that Wilhelm is royal.

Subtext: Wilhelm is being an assertive bitch to August here and insists on him addressing him in third person, as if they weren't familiar...

Blink and you miss it: ...which makes Nils and Vincent laugh, and Vincent makes a mocking salute to Wilhelm.

Subtext: But in the end, August is the prefect, so they do as he says and allow the first-years to join the party, even though they have no idea why August is letting Wilhelm get away with it.

Cinematography: This season also does a lot of mirroring where scenes in this season look like scenes in the first season. This particular one mirrors the one where Simon appears at the initiation party for Wilhelm and catches his eye, except it's a lot more sad this time.

Subtext: Oh look, The Theme™ pops up again, and Simon is of course not a fan of keeping the shitty traditions that forced Sara to do something stupid, so that he had to rush to school to check up on her.

Subtext: Wilhelm is an awkward idiot around Simon. He really has no idea how to reconnect with him.

Cinematography: Again, we're mirroring the initiation party in s1 where Simon excuses himself, but this time Wilhelm doesn't chase after him.

Subtext: I'm sorry what now? Nils is not straight? That came out of fucking nowhere, but ok, let's roll with it! Also, whoever subtitled this is obviously familiar with Tinder, but not with Grindr. Nils says that he saw Marcus on Grindr, not that they matched, because that's not how Grindr works.

Subtext: The main theme of the entire show is about social class, if you haven't figured this out by now. Nils is firmly in team upper-class, and tells Wilhelm how he's supposed to handle dating: Only date or hook up with people from your own class, or with people who know how to keep everything discreet, private, and down-low.

Subtext: Wilhelm looks around in confusion, because he expected Simon to be singing in the choir. Where the hell is Simon?

Subtext: Meanwhile, Simon is late and on the bus with his friends on Team Rebound, who are giving him advice that's gonna turn out to be pretty crap.

Culture: Padel is so middle class, Vincent is right! Padel surged in popularity in Sweden in 2021 for some weird reason, and tons of padel courts popped up all over the country. However, the hype completely crashed in 2022, so most of those places are now facing bankruptcy and people actually talk about padeldöden - padel death, so the sport is kind of a joke right now.

Subtext: Wilhelm puts on the most fake smile ever and says hi to Alexander who is back at school. They were all correct when they said that Alexander really wouldn't get punished for getting caught with the drugs, his parents simply bribed the school to hush it down, but their treatment of Alexander will backfire spectacularly on Wilhelm later in the season.

Subtext: The show is doing a bit of exposition here, but it's also reminding us of who knows what about the sex tape, and why Wilhelm hasn't told Simon that he knows who did it. One more thing that will backfire spectacularly.

Subtext: And in a quick throwaway comment we learn that the late prince Erik had a thing with a porn model, and that the royal court successfully swept that whole thing under the carpet, as they do.

Subtext: The rest of the girls thoughtlessly let Sara pick up the tab for their coffee, which is nothing to them, but for Sara it's half her savings. She's treating them without protest, but doesn't buy anything for herself because she simply can't afford it.

Subtext: Don't sit next to him, don't talk to him, pretend he doesn't exist! Simon is really trying to follow the advice of his friends.

Cinematography: Oh look, a mirroring of the scary movie scene where they touch hands in season 1. Except this time Simon jerks his hand away.

Subtext: The Theme! This time it's Wilhelm who's on team fuck the traditions, although he's doing it just to undermine August.

Lost in translation: Vincent actually uses the word kladdiga - sticky, smudgy - about their hands, which in Swedish implies they're all toddlers who should sit down and shut up while the adults are talking.

Subtext: No, Wilhelm really didn't stick up for anyone last season, he threw Alexander under the bus, and he threw Simon under the bus, so we're just heaping on the guilt now.

Subtext: And we're doing some more exposition to remind everyone about who knows what about the sex tape. Here Sara finds out that August knows that Wilhelm knows it was him, and he's blaming her for telling him, even though she hasn't told anyone. Not even Simon, speaking about things that will backfire spectacularly.

Subtext: Sara's plotline is gaining steam, much like she did after touching August, if you know what I mean, eh, eh, eh? She knows he's a piece of shit, she knows he's a bad person that she can't trust, but she also thinks he's hot as fuck and this obviously causes quite a lot of conflicting emotions in her.

Subtext: No, Wilhelm truly doesn't realize this. He's been trying to get close to Simon in order to get him back, but he still hasn't got a damn clue as to why Simon is keeping his distance.

Subtext: Note that Simon going after Marcus is 100% reactive. He asked him for a ride because he needed to for Sara's sake. And now he's agreeing to karaoke night because Wilhelm just hurt him again, and because his friends have been encouraging him to go for a rebound boyfriend.

Culture: Carola Häggkvist is a very well known Swedish artist and songwriter who had her breakthrough at 17 in the 1983 Eurovision Song Contest with the song Marcus is choosing. She only came in third that time, but won the ESC in 1991 with the song Fångad av en Stormvind. Despite being wacko Christian for a while and married to Norwegian preacher Runar Søgaard, who lost his weapons license after shooting a deer from his bedroom window, she has now mended her ways and is somewhat of a gay icon in Sweden, performing at Stockholm Pride in 2013.

Culture: Främling is about meeting a stranger, falling in love, and taking a chance on this newfound love. Marcus might look like a doofus, but his song choice is pretty clever, although obvious.

Subtext: Can we just appreciate Vincent's dramatics for a second? A first-year not moving their ass off a couch he wants to sit in is apparently causing his entire world to come crashing down. The audacity! Chaos! The system is there for a reason! It provides stability! What's next? Everyone is just gonna sit around playing the bongos? Someone needs to enforce the proper order of things, because August apparently refuses to do so!

Subtext: Some nice foreshadowing here where Alexander checkmates Wilhelm.

Culture: The Swedish Royal Court is an organisation with hundreds of employees who assist the royal family in all their official duties. Here we're seeing the Queen having a late night meeting with some court officials. Although the show doesn't say, it's likely that Minou who was introduced in season 1 is the head of the press and information department, and that the new character Jan-Olof is the Marshal of the Court, which would put him in charge of planning and preparing all official events that the royal family attends.

Subtext: From the perspective of the Queen and the court, Wilhelm's outburst comes out of nowhere. He's been refusing to talk to his mother for weeks, and now he suddenly calls them up, rants about Simon being on a date with another boy, and screams that he doesn't want to become king in the future. In addition, he threatens to talk to the press himself, which makes Minou somewhat concerned to put it lightly.

#young royals #young royals subtext #young royals analysis #young royals season 2

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Hii, Hope you're doing great:)

Could you write something where Billy is being an asshole with reader and Warren gets very angry, defending the reader right away and telling Billy to fuck off lol

Thks🫶🏾

Kill You To Try Warren Rojas x Reader

summary: jealousy leads to a rough day at the recording studio, but warren is there to stick up for you

notes: thank you sm for the request!! this was so fun to write. i also have nooooo clue how recording a song works so i definitely made up some stuff lmao. enjoy!!!!!

ever since you joined the band back in Pittsburgh, billy had this unexplained hatred towards you. during band practice he would constantly pick on you and get you to completely rewrite your bass lines. no creative freedom at all. he was totally intimidated by your talent.

you would’ve left the band in a heartbeat if it weren’t for the rest of the band, and camila. you weren’t going to let billy ruin your friendships, or your chance of fulfilling your dreams

once you and the band moved to LA, and billy went to rehab, he kind of let off you for a while. he didn’t constantly pick on you like he used to, and he treated you like human being for once. it was nice.

the recording process of Seven Eight Nine was a dream. you were so grateful to be doing what you loved while spending time with the people you loved. especially warren.

you two became extremely close, and you guys were always spending time together. during the making of Seven Eight Nine, is when you finally realized your feelings for the drummer.

you figured that he liked you back. although it was hard to tell because warren had that natural flirty personality. you didn’t want to get your hopes up and your feeling hurt.

although you and warren were still very close, and spent most of your time together. you two were best friends.

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once the recording process for Aurora started, and it was announced that Daisy Jones would be featured on the album, it seemed like billy returned to his hostile ways back in Pittsburgh. except this time it was daisy who he was bickering with and not you. you felt bad for daisy because you knew how hard it was to withstand his constant insults.

once teddy told you guys to take five after billy raised his voice at daisy for the 43rd time that evening, you were happy to walk to the break room. warren also seemed happy to take a break. you seen warren get up and rush to the main office.

once you and karen found a comfortable spot on the couch, you noticed warren walk in with deb. you couldn’t help but feel a jolt of jealousy through your veins. karen took notice of this and hooked her arm with yours to comfort you.

it seemed like ever since you started recording at this studio, warren couldn’t take his eyes off of deb. you knew that you had no right to be mad, but you couldn’t help the jealous feeling. warren sat down on another seat with deb nearly in his lap.

when teddy called you all back in, all you could think of was how close they were sitting, and how badly you wished it was you.

it was your turn to record your part for Kill You To Try. billy thought it was best if the bass was isolated so they would be able to manipulate the volume in later producing sessions. so that meant you were in the studio all by yourself.

“ok whenever you’re ready hon.” teddy said through the mic. you gave him a thumbs up and started playing. with the image of deb and warren sitting together crossing through your mind, you accidentally played the wrong note.

“sorry.” you mumbled while shaking your head. with an annoyed look on his face, billy took the mic from teddys hand.

“c’mon, we need this recording by today.” he said sternly.

warren looked at billy annoyed, and then fixed his gaze back on you.

“could you stare any harder?” graham whispered in warrens ear with a smirk. warren playfully slapped graham in the chest.

you began playing again. you got about 7 seconds into the verse before billy stopped you again.

“what the hell? i played it right that time!” you said from the recording booth.

“no you’re not.” billy said. “you’re getting the timing wrong on the third note.”

“whatever man play the track.” you put the headphones back on annoyed. first you have to deal with warren, and now you have to deal with billy being an asshole. this day wasn’t going your way.

you continued to play again when billy stopped you another time.

“again.”

you felt infuriated as you played the tune for the 3rd time. you couldn’t even get 10 seconds in before billy stopped you.

“again!”

warren couldn’t take it anymore.

“goddamn man! lay off her for once billy, geez!”

“warren stay out of this. it feels like i’m the only one who actually gives a fuck about the details of the album!” when billy stopped you, he turned the mic switch on, so you were able to hear their entire argument.

“fuck off man! you think we don’t care? we all care about this album just as much as you do! but you need to stop ripping on y/n for the littlest things! she is talented, and if you let her play for more than 10 goddamn seconds maybe you’d see that!” warren walked out of the room infuriated.

you put down your bass. you couldn’t take it anymore, and you followed warren. you two were alone in the break room.

“hey… you didn’t have to defend me back there, i’m used to billy being a dick to me. i think we’re all used to it.” you giggled.

“yea that’s the thing though, we shouldn’t be used to it. i’m tired of him acting like this, i really am.” warren looked at you. he thought you looked so pretty, just the sight of you calmed his nerves.

“well, thank you anyways for standing up for me.” you smiled.

“anytime pretty girl.” warren laughed, and you blushed at the nickname.

“we should probably go back in.” you suggested.

“yeaaaaa…. we probably should. we wouldn’t want to upset master billy.” warren said sarcastically, and you laughed.

warren put his arm around your waist as you two walked back into the recording studio together.

#warren rojas x reader #warren rojas imagine #warren rojas blurb #warren rojas #daisy jones and the six fanfic #warren rojas fanfic #pinkdaiisies requests #warren rhodes #daisy jones and the six #eddie roundtree #graham dunne

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Slytherin!Nicholas Headcannons (the 80s)

A/N : I made this based on my version of headcanon, so sorry if my headcannon doesn't suit readers

• He was born into a Pureblood family but of mixed ethnicity. His mother was a native British citizen who studied at Hogwarts, while his father was from a line of Chinese wizards who settled in Taiwan. His father was an alumnus of Mahoutokoro, because it was the only magic school in Asia.

• He has three sisters, namely the oldest and twins. Her older sister is Wang Xinya, and her twin sisters are Wang Liuxian and Wang Luoyang. Xinya has an English name called Ivy Wang. Meanwhile, Liuxian and Luoyang have English names called Layla and Laura.

• Nicholas chose to attend Hogwarts after his father and mother actually moved to England when he was four years old. His three sisters also preferred to study at Hogwarts compared to Mahoutokoro.

• Obsessed with Dark Arts, but he doesn't use it for anything evil.

• Good at playing Quidditch since he was little, and during his second year at Hogwarts, he joined the Slytherin Quidditch Team. He has the position of beater.

• Enter Draco Malfoy's circle which is filled with arrogant, conceited children who have strong blood supremacy.

• He hates lazy people.

• His ideal type is a girl with blonde/light brown hair, tall, Slytherin (more inclined), from the upper class (First option), quiet, smart, doesn't act annoying/pickme.

• Nicholas would often join in mocking the Golden Trio along with Draco Malfoy's circle of friends and always pointed out that Slytherin was above all else.

• Very flirtatious and often flirts with girls who are obsessed with him. And usually he wouldn't be serious with those girls.

• Once punched Ron Weasley because Ron said something bad to him.

• Likes reading books and has always been the favorite student of the defense against dark arts teacher because of his expertise in dark magic.

• His dream when he graduates is to work in the ministry in the defense sector.

• Also has songwriting skills because he often creates beautiful poetic words.

• He lives in a luxurious manor with a strong Chinese architectural style in a hidden area of London.

• Falling hard in love with Luna Lovegood, Nicholas likes her gentle and affectionate personality. Nicholas didn't want to admit it, but from the way he really didn't just like, but loved Luna. He doesn't hesitate to hit anyone who speaks badly about his Luna.

• Has the best fashion sense among the Hogwarts students.

• Once wanted to participate in the Triwizard tournament but his mother and father immediately strongly opposed it.

• He is the type of child who is obedient and always listens to what his parents say as long as it is for the good.

• Light addict Fire whiskey.

• Likes to party and often proposes a party every month for the Slytherins.

• He smokes, but is not an addict. He only smokes one or two cigarettes and that's not every day.

• Has good relations with several Ravenclaws and also Hufflepuffs. Moreover, his oldest sister and crush was a Ravenclaw.

• Has several tattoos on his body.

• The type who gets angry easily and always just punches students who irritate him. Because of this, he often got into fights with Gryffindors or even his housemates who weren't 'in line' with him.

• He often wears cross earrings, bracelets, necklaces and rings on almost every finger. He even once wore a necklace that had a moon pendant on it, because it reminded her of Luna (🤭).

• Has the smell of Baccarat perfume.

• Rarely cuts his hair, because he likes long hair.

• Very manipulative and cunning when playing Quidditch, and his tactics always result in victory. He really is a true Slytherin.

Is anyone adding another Slytherin!Nicholas headcannon here?

#&team smut #&team #&team imagines #&team hard thoughts #&team nicholas

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deadlypastelcutieart · 5 months

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“Ugh.. I hate being compared to these freaks!”

Name: Erin “Lapinou” Ecarlate

Age: 27

Species: rabbid

Gender: Female

Birthday: February, 12, 1996

Sexuality: Aesexual/Platonic

Height: 2.6”

Weight: 120

Relationships: Mrs. and Mr. Ecarlate (Owners), Amelia Eclarte (Owner)

Personality: Erin’s your typical snobby rabbid who doesn't like being with other rabbids. She is selfish, sassy, and likes to boast about herself and her rich and famous status to other rabbids. She thinks she’s better than all of them! And of course she likes to keep herself clean. She isn’t the best to talk to and would get super bored and annoyed of listening to those she doesn't like and rather be on her phone or change the subject to only her and her only! Another negative trait of her is that she seems to get jealous of other rabbids who are more talked about than her like Kelly or her sister Molly, which is why she has a huge grudge on the little sweet rabbid. When she’s angry he doesn't scream but takes all her anger out on her social media. She doesn't even care of what she says hurts people’s feelings and when confronted with criticism she would pretend to be kind and would just shrug it off.

However despite her sassy and selfish nature, she can have a sweet side. But that’s only towards her owners.

Bio: Erin was just a normal rabbid who has no interest in joining the other rabbids in going to the moon or even just being dumb, she wanted to live in a different life, and she was able to get that when she was found by the famous couple known as Claudette and Guillaume Ecarlate, two celebrity couples who happen to be actors. They decide to take her to their mansion as a birthday gift to their daughter Brigitte who wanted a pet for her 12th birthday, which she was very happy to have. As for Erin, she felt very happy with her new home.

When living there, she was taught how to have manners, behave, and have a nice clean coat of fur. She also learned how to perform tricks for pet talent shows that she would compete in. And of course have nice healthy meals. She was living the dream of living in a better life than most rabbids would!

At the age of 14, she would start appearing in movies with her owner Brigitte in a movie called “A rabbit’s best friend”, which was a film about a rabbit who wanted to be in hollywood and meets a young girl who would help her. That film was the start of Erin’s career as an actor and with that she became very famous for being the first rabbid to be on film and not just minor roles but received major roles in the movies she was in! And just like her family, she became a celebrity! She got to meet other famous actors and actresses, have her name being framed on the walk of fame, and received lots of fortune. But of course with the life of being a celebrity she became more and more vain and would get herself into controversy. One time was when she got into a fight with an actor who hated her and her kind and called her “A washed-up rat” during a party she was invited to. The second time was when she got caught being drunk and said nasty things about certain celebrities she hated. And the third time was when she refused to give an autograph to a fan who happened to be a young rabbid who adored her and her movies. After going through those controversies and having her image ruined, Erin started to feel depressed but grew a bit of hatred at the fact she is and always will be a rabbid. She tried many way to prove to the world that she isn’t dumb, and struggled to be herself. So of course this leads to her not talking to other rabbids. But also clearing her image and thankfully continue to get roles for movies.

But one day she met Kelly and she was super jealous about how she was loved by other rabbids. Of course she started to bully her for her kindness and her looks, but then her sister Molly came and got beaten up by her. After the incident she became their rivals and to this day she continues to have a bit of a friendly competition towards the two orange hair rabbids with being the most loved rabbid.

Likes:

Fancy dresses

Gold and Silver accessories

Luxurious chocolates

Being in the spotlight

Soft and rich cusions

Jazz music

Attending galas and fancy parties

Being on social media

Acting

Romance movies

Styling her hair

Wine

Competing in pet shows

Dislikes:

Other rabbids

Dirty things

Nerds

Getting her hair ruined

Talking about science and boring stuff

Kelly and Molly

Toby

Bad makeups

Video games

Other:

Erin can do gymnastics and figure skating

Her social media username is “MadameEriness”

Her favourite gemstone is rubies and emeralds

Most of her wardrobe have red colored clothing

She is actually afraid of Molly

#my art #rabbids #raving rabbids #rabbids oc #character reference sheet #Erin Ecarlate

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hebimoonlightwrites · 1 year

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Hiya, can I request headcanons for Rokuta, Ryu, Kenta, and Kantaro with an S/O that's constantly tired and they carry around a pillow and blanket just to sleep on the floor if necessary?

Apologies if this is an odd request and thanks.

Writer's corner: Hi, sweetheart! I had my requests closed when your request arrived, but I felt too much sad to decline it, so I decided to keep it and to write it after a while! So sorry again for that! Hope you'll enjoy this and please, let me know if you want me to change something! Also I'll make it gn!, hope you're fine with it! Enjoy~

Warnings: none

⋆𝐑𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚, 𝐑𝐲𝐮, 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨⋆ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐧!𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰

⋆At first Rokuta looked at mc with a surprised but curious expression

⋆He didn't really understand why they had brought a pillow in the train

⋆After a while, when he saw them slowly falling asleep on it while they were still sitting in the train beside him,

⋆He giggled and decided to move their head until they had it against his shoulder

⋆People were looking at them with a curious and embarrassed expression

⋆So Rokuta even decided to grab that pillow his lover had bought with them and to put it away

⋆He didn't understand why people were looking at mc that way

⋆It was cute to see someone as adorable as them sleeping in a train

⋆But he didn't want them to be embarrassed at all

⋆He loved them, after all

⋆After some weeks together as a couple, though, Rokuta started playfully joining them

⋆He considered that lazy part of his lover as the funniest and sweetest

⋆He loved when they fell asleep and he could caress their hair and cheeks

⋆It was lovely

⋆But Rokuta has always been such a giant kid

⋆So it's not awkward to think that he'd join mc without feeling embarrassed

⋆He would even bring a pillow for himself as well!

⋆So he could fall asleep with mc when they are out!

⋆I cannot stop headcanoning them both falling asleep on a couch, hugging each other, during a party

⋆Maybe even during Dope Show-

⋆Okay, it would be funny

⋆I also imagine Rokuta hugging mc while sleeping 'cause he's a GIANT, MY GOD-

⋆He's tall as f6ck! Lol!

⋆In conclusion, he'd be the first person mc would see after waking up, no doubt.

⋆"Good morniiiinggg! Are you hungry? Can we get karaage? Pleaaaaaseee~"

⋆Ryu-kun looooooves funny stuff

⋆So we can all agree with the fact that he wouldn't think that it's strange

⋆He would laugh, of course, seeing his babe falling asleep and carrying around a pillow

⋆But I'm sure he would soon join them

⋆'cause it's said that Ryu-kun's routine is basically playing with pets and sleeping

⋆Sooo..

⋆Yeah, I guess both mc and Ryu would be a great couple!

⋆They both would fall asleep even when they're out

⋆"AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH, Babe! Ryu-kun thinks it's funny to see your sleeping face against that pillow~"

⋆He'd even try to make some pranks while they're sleeping

⋆And, I'm sorry but I totally imagine him waking mc up pouring some water on their face

⋆Poor little mc! They were trying to sleep but Ryu-kun decided to annoy them!

⋆"AWWW COME ON, BABEEE... Let's do something fun~"

⋆"I can't, I'm dying-"

⋆If you know this meme, well...

⋆Those are definitely mc and Ryu during days

⋆When he wants to do something fun and mc is sleepy and carries around their usual pillow

⋆Well, I can imagine Ryu gently grabbing that pillow

⋆"AHAHAHAHAHAH take it if you can!"

⋆And then starting running, chased after by an angry mc who only wants to sleep in peace

⋆When Ryu-kun doesn't have intention to bother mc with his pranks

⋆I think he'd simply lay beside them, pocking gently their cheek and smiling softly

⋆"How can Ryu-kun's babe be so adorable? You better being dreaming of Ryu-kun~~"

⋆Kenta seriously thought it was annoying at first that mc carried a pillow around only to sleep

⋆He thought it was stupid

⋆Oh well..

⋆That's what he used to say

⋆Actually in deep he thought it was cute

⋆When mc went to visit him in prison and then while Kenta was randomly talking about hacking they fell asleep on his bed with that pillow..

⋆Kenta couldn't help but loudly sigh while he was looking at them

⋆Then turning again to his PC only to say:

⋆"What a fool and lazy b1tch.."

⋆But his heart was actually beating faster and his mouth was breaking into a soft smile

⋆He actually really loved to see them sleeping peacefully

⋆They weren't scared of him..

⋆They slept peacefully, truanting their hacker boyfriend

⋆An hacker who was the smartest in the world

⋆Who was a prisoner..

⋆They were soooo fool..!

⋆So adorably fool he couldn't hold a giggle when he saw their adorable sleeping expression

⋆Kenta didn't join them sleeping when they were outside

⋆But did join mc when they fell asleep ob his cell's bed

⋆He wrapped his arms around their body, only to get lost in their scent, closing his eyes

⋆In the middle of the dark he opened his eyes, trying to look at mc's face

⋆They were still sleeping

⋆"... God-.. You'll bring me to become fooler than you one day... Heh..♡"

⋆Kantaro is always so amused by the fact that mc always carries a pillow around!

⋆I'm sure he would have asked them the reason at least once!

⋆"Oh! That's because you're always tired?.. Ahaha! It's funny!"

⋆Of course I don't think he would consider it to be awkward

⋆He would break into a laugh each time but not because he wants to make fool of mc

⋆But because he thinks it's adorable how his partner quite reminds him of a baby needing to sleep

⋆Also I'm sure he had taken some pics of mc sleeping at least once!

⋆But not with the intention to post them

⋆But to keep them all secretly into his smartphone's gallery

⋆Kantaro would keep those photos jealously

⋆So it'd be troubles for people who'd find that secret pics folder!

⋆Oh well..

⋆It's actually pretty difficult to get Kantaro's phone but..

⋆You know, just in case~

⋆I'm sure he would look at those pics when he's far from mc, maybe during one of VISTY's tour

⋆He would break into a:

⋆"AWWW THEY'RE SO CUTEE"

⋆each time he'd see mc's sleeping face

⋆When he's about to go on a vacation with mc, he'd care to bring that pillow

⋆Since he loves mc a lot and knows how that pillow is important for his lover

⋆Kantaro would ask mc:

⋆"Sooo we're ready to goooo! Yaaayy!.. OH. BABE.. Are you bringing your pillow? Don't forget it~"

⋆Besides I totally headcanon that Kantaro would crawl into mc's arms while they're sleeping

⋆He would definitely fall asleep there, relaxed by mc's body's warmth

⋆"Heh!.. Sweet dreams, love..!"

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strangesmallbard · 2 months

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Tell me more about Torlynn immediately!! haushasha

I haven't found whether you have posted more about her before, but I'd love to know more!

omg i’d LOVE to tell you more, thank you!! torlynn is a brand new tav in my rolodex, so her personality is still in flux but i have the basics of her backstory worked out. she’s a 537-year-old high elf from [op needs to learn more about faerûnian geography], who was sent to wizard school at a young age for her Weave Aptitude. however, unlike gale, she Did not enjoy wizard school. she want wizard homework she wanted to hit things very hard with a sword.

professors despaired of her until she was old enough to learn Combat Spells. after graduating wizard school, she does a fantasy gap year that lasts about a century, whereupon she adventures and wanders and joins a couple merc groups. at some point torlynn finds the harpers, who give her that purpose she craves. she works her way up to high harper and gains a fairly pristine reputation for those in the know.

however, she does hold herself at arms length from people—side effect of vaguely neglectful parents and feeling alienated at wizard school. she has adventuring friendquaintences and agents and trainees, and is mostly content UNTIL. she meets thalia: the most annoying human sorcerer in the whole world. they spend five years annoying each other before kissing so so much. torlynn now has someone she’s genuinely afraid to lose.

haha on no wouldn’t it suck if thalia was a bhaalspawn and spent the next fifteen years valiantly fighting off the urge, only to sacrifice herself during the first ketheric battle by turning into the slayer, finally turning the tides of the war but losing herself in the process? and if torlynn had to kill the slayer afterwards to stop her from going on a murder rampage?

yeah it sucked hard. torlynn deserts the harpers and spends fifty years studying necromancy to bring her back. this doesn’t work. she drinks a lot and becomes bitter and brittle and only emerges from her grief cave when Wizard School offers her a professorship. she immediately meets her arch nemesis: a ten year old boy named gale dekarios haha. by the time we meet her on the nautiloid, she’s mostly settled into that life but still…adrift. looking for a new purpose. angry that her sword muscles have gone soft over the years. nowhere close to the “acceptance” stage of grief.

as for her personality so far: i imagine that young!torlynn had that cocky brash jock energy, although more sensitive than she wants to believe. by the time we meet her, however, that cocky energy is entirely gone and she’s very head-over-heart. all jagged edges, constantly preparing for shit to go wrong but in a droll, exhausted way. she hasn’t socialized with anyone but a necromancy scroll in years and it shows. and now a mindflayer worm is in her brain. and GALE DEKARIOS is there.

(from gale’s pov it’s like. what if you went on a dnd adventure with your mean fifth grade teacher. and she can tell you what to do again. also you broke her only role: don’t ever fuck with the weave. she broke that rule too though so HUH professor alderstar how FASCINATING!)

like i said in the gifset tags, in a better world she romances jaheira. i imagine they knew each other during the first ketheric war, although not well. they likely butted heads about war strategy. jaheira likely looked up to her and holds some bitterness toward torlynn for deserting, especially bc she doesn’t know about the bhaalspawn gf thing. but mostly she’s just curious. right person wrong time older women kissing. you get it

(OH btw thalia is torlynn’s dream guardian! she looks as she did when torlynn first met her. i plan to make some gifsets when i get to their scenes.)

THAAT was incredibly long, but thank you to anyone who read! 🫡

#tav bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #games #samcadoodles #ask #torlynn alderstar

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mrsvercetti · 11 months

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Hello! Could I get a match up for Overwatch? I’m a female, hetero-ace INTJ 5’7 feet tall. I’m into dark fashion, witchcore aesthetic, always lost in my thoughts bc I’m thinking a lot, not so talkative and sometimes cold, I have like a snow queen vibe. However to my close friends I’m more open and more talkative, but I don’t like small talk. Sarcasm my second language, dark humor is my being :D I work as an accountant and in my free time I play video games, watching movies, reading books, listening music (Nu-Metal, Indie, Phonk, but sometimes Melanie Martinez/Phoebe Bridgers pops up) Thank you for your efforts!

I match you with...

Ramattra

He finds you really interesting and far more superior than the other humans he has encountered.

He likes someone who thinks. Someone who has their head in the clouds. Because according to him, that’s the sign of intelligence. Someone who is capable of thinking before doing anything. Someone who dreams. Someone who has a heart.

He likes your silent nature. He finds it quite attractive.

He himself can be cold towards people. So he totally understands your coldness. He doesn’t mind it when he meets you for the first time.

He likes your vibe and your aesthetic. He finds dark colours nurturing.

He used to be a monk and so he believes in witches. He finds them mysterious and endearing. So you taking an interest into their aesthetic is just something he never expected a person to like. That’s one of the top things he like about you.

Sarcasm. Both of your second language is sarcasm. Ramattra finds your sarcasm quite funny and you both always love adding in sarcastic jokes here and there.

He’s definitely the talkative person to close ones. The only ones he’d truly talk to for hours are you and Zenyatta. He has a lot on his mind and would kill to get someone that he could share his thoughts with. Luckily he has you and to him, you are his whole world.

He loves your dark humor. Always compliments it and laughs at people who find it disturbing. He too has a fair share of dark jokes.

He loves literature and so he would read through your books. And would love to discuss it with you. His most favourite genre of books are anything related to violence. Literature about war and bloodshed are his go to.

He doesn’t watch movies and only started to when you and him got together. He always goes for Horror movies or movies that have a lot of violence. If you want to watch something else that is completely different onto what he watches, he’ll join in to watch it with you. He doesn’t want to make you feel alone.

When he was a monk, he used to listen to classical music. And even after it has been years since he abandoned his life as a monk, he haven’t stopped listening to it since it calmed him down when he is angry. It gave him a feeling of peace.

So when he heard your favourite music, it gave him a wave of confidence. A wave of electricity flowing through him. It made him feel powerful in a way that he started to listen to it when he’s feeling down.

He also became a very big fan of Melanie Martinez. He's very thankful for that.

He doesn’t like to play video games. He’d rather watch you play video games. And study your movements. If you are playing a shooter game, he’ll give you little tips on how to kill of the enemy.

If you are not good at shooter games and still play it, he may soon become a backseat gamer. You can kick him out if he’s annoying you or making you upset.

He likes to lift you up and carry you on his shoulders

He also has a habit of staring at you. He is possessive so he doesn’t want anyone hurting you or try to get a chance to be with you.

#overwatch matchups #ramattra x reader #overwatch x reader

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shamangus · 8 months

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A Spring Night's Dream

Summary: Kiku watches as Taira Clan crashes and burns

The morning that Japan met Tadamori, the first Taira to enter the imperial court, he was awoken by bells.

Tadamori was chaotic and ambitious and was the first samurai to serve the Emperor. Tadamori helps deal with pirates, but there is not much more Japan can say about him.

Tadamori dies, and his son Kiyomori is much more successful than his father. He helps the Emperor put down rebellions, and soon, the Taira family is everywhere; they occupy almost every government position.

Kiyomori is even more prideful and arrogant than his father, parading around like he owns the place, and Japan comes to hate him. Just not enough to kill him.

However, some people hate him that much, even the former Emperor. They start a plot to overthrow him, but Kiku truthfully doesn't care enough to stop them.

Then, a fire turns the palace into cinders, and suddenly, Kiku has more significant problems.

Taira No Kiyomori eventually finds out about the plot, and he has the monk executed and the rest of them exiled to some island. Kiku hears that a piece of a stupa they made reached the shore; Kiku feels terrible for them.

Kiku doesn't feel bad for them for long. Kiyomori's daughter falls sick while pregnant, and everybody blames it on the angry spirits of the people he executed and exiled. Kiyomori's son is allowed to come home, but Kiku is pretty sure one of them was left on the island.

The imperial prince is born and is as annoying as all babies can be. A whirlwind strikes the capital, which only serves as an omen for future bad things.

Shigemori, the only Taira that Kiku could bear to hang around with, dies of an illness; on his deathbed, he confesses to Kiku that he asked the gods for a quick death if the Taira Clan is to fall.

Without Shigemori's restraining influence, Kiyomori is on the brink of war, and Kiku prepares for more pain.

But in good news, Kiyomori's daughter gives birth to a son!

The Emperor is forced to retire, and a 2-year-old claims the throne. Indeed, the toddler holds no real power, and it's all his grandfather. Still, Kiku relaxes by entertaining him without thinking too hard about what will eventually come of him.

Kiku's assumption about trouble to come is sadly correct because retired Emperor Go-Shirakawa's second son, Prince Mochihito, is convinced by an old friend of Kiku's named Minamoto No Yorimasa to claim the Emperor.

The whole thing worsens because Kiyomori's son, Taira no Munemori, steals Minamoto No Yorimasa's horse.

And suddenly, Kiku is preparing for a battle against many sohei. They fight bravely but are swiftly and quickly defeated by the Taira forces. Minamoto No Yorimasas commits seppuku inside the temple while his two sons fight outside. They capture and kill Prince Mochihito shortly after the battle is over.

Kiku is relieved that this ordeal seems to be over. Still, when he hears that one of Prince Mochihito's sons has fled north to join up with more anti-Taira forces, he considers committing seppuku himself. Also, Kiyomori burns down so many temples he might as well have been praying for defeat.

Kiyomori moves the capital to Fukuhara-kyo, and then he laments about strange visions he sees of skulls and ghosts, and Kiku knows he is doomed.

A person that Kiku thought he would never see again comes up, and a monk named Mongaku convinces Minamoto No Yori to also rebel against the Taira. And honestly, Kiku needed to find out where Kiyomori got all those enemies.

Kiku only stays at Fukuhara-kyo briefly, and soon they're moving back to Kyoto. Then, monks at Kofuku-ji kill messengers that Kiyomori sent, fearing an attack. Then Kiku discovers why Kiyomori has so many enemies.

He lays siege to Nara, destroying every temple, scripture, and statue. Only one survives. Memories that Kiku held dear.

Now, Kiku watches the Taira clan fall with glee.

Kiso no Yoshinaka (cousin of Minamoto No Yoritmoto) has also started a rebellion, which causes Kiku more happiness despite his growing migraines.

Another good thing that happens is that Kiyomori falls ill. His fever is so high that even water sprayed on him turns to black dust and ash, but a famine follows his death, leaving Kiku starving no matter how much he ate.

Despite all of this happening, the Taira are still winning. At the siege of Hiuchi, despite Minamoto heavily defending the fort, a traitor inside the fort sent a message about how to get over the defenses.

And while Kiku could quickly sabotage their workings, he still had no desire to see any of his people get killed, regardless of what they were doing was wrong.

The tides of the war would change later that year with the Battle of Kurikara. First, the Taira general assumed that the Minamoto had a more enormous army than they actually had, and then he started a formal battle.

First, the archery exchanges using whistling-bulb arrows and individual duels amongst 100 samurai.

But as the sun set, the Taira had found themselves surrounded by another Minamoto detachment, holding many more flags than they should've, convincing the Taira even more that they were facing off against a dangerous threat.

Then they released a herd of oxen down the pass with lit torches tied to their horns. Many of the Taira soldiers, including himself, were knocked off the path, meaning that the Minamoto captured him. Something he didn't end up minding all too much.

Kiku was executed for the show, but after he came back once again, he was given his duties.

A string of victories followed for the Minamoto, and the war would end with a naval battle. But this upcoming maritime battle would be difficult. The Taira were skilled in their sailing and naval tactics. But the Minamoto had more ships and allies.

The Taira had their fleet divided into three squadrons, while the Minamoto fleet was all together. The tide changed when the ships came close for people to board the other's ships. Then Taguchi Shigeyoshi did indeed defect to the Minamoto side and told them which ship the Emperor, along with the imperial regalia.

Once Taguchi told them that, Kiku knew what they were about to do.

He jumped from ship to ship; Taira soldiers committed suicide by jumping into the ocean. Kiku reached the Emperor's craft, where most rowmans had already been shot dead.

Kiku ran around the boat. He found the mirror in the hand of a dead attendant, but the other two were nowhere to be found. Kiku made his way to the front of the boat, where an attendant stood.

"They jumped into the water!" She yelled. Kiku's eyes widened, "who?" The attendant gestured to the water. "Kiyomori's widow and the Emperor. They tossed the Imperial Regalia into the ocean!"

Kiku jumped into the water after them; he swam down, hoping to find either the sword or the jewel. Kiku blindly grabbed through the water until he grabbed onto something. Kiku resurfaced as the attendant helped him out of the water once again.

Kiku finally got to see what he had grabbed onto. He chuckled; it was the imperial jewel. The attendant smiled, "Good job, sir."

The Taira clan was defeated, and the Emperor became nothing but a figurehead, with the shogun holding all the power. It seemed Kiku couldn't get a moment of peace. The sword was lost forever, but a replica was soon found.

This war changed Kiku's life; for better or worse, Kiku can not tell. He also learned of karma and that every wrong action will always come back for you. Too bad Kiku didn't retain that lesson.

#hetalia #hetalia fanfiction #historical hetalia #aph japan #hws japan #Shamangus writes

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mistyreousghoul · 1 month

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I had a dream about a prince who was nice, then became rude to me when he found out I was an orphan.

Set in modern times, it starts with the introduction of the prince to the people. We were all gathered in this huge hall and the prince enters with his personal assistant and his bodyguard. There was a celebration so we left the hall to participate in the activities at the outdoor garden. I went to the dock to join my brother and my friends in fishing at the lake. The prince's PA was one of my friends - let's call her Eve. She was nice but we all knew she was obsessed with the prince. While I was helping set-up some fishing poles for us, I saw the prince walking nearby. He was dressed casually, like he didn't want to be recognized as the prince. I approached him and asked for his name, he said to call him Nana. Then I asked if he wanted to join us in fishing, and he agreed and started following me to the dock. I asked him to help my brother with fishing while I helped my friends. When I was with Eve, she had this mean look on her face and told me not to be close with the prince. I just shrugged it off and continued going around to help. Eventually, the sun started to set and we had to pack-up all the gear. Eve and I returned to the hall and she was telling me, with an angry look on her face, that I can't be close to Nana cause he can treat people different. As she was talking, Nana approached us. Eve stopped talking and looked at him, then gave me a sly smile. She started telling him how I became an orphan, and he was disgusted. He looked at me with disdain then left us. I was confused and upset that Eve and Nana were horrible people, so I left the hall.

---At this point, I was waking up then going back to sleep to see where the story goes.---

I was walking on pavement and decided to head to an outdoor cafe. It was night and the cafe had a warm glow to it. I sat down in one of the seats, then some family's children decided they wanted to play with me. I didn't mind playing with them as I though it would help me calm down, but then Nana shows up with Eve and his bodyguard. He sat at one of the tables and was looking at me, like he was observing me. I ignored them and continued entertaining the kids, though I could feel Eve's hateful gaze on me. After a while, I decided to leave the cafe. As I returned to the pavement, I noticed that Nana and his escorts were following me. It was becoming annoying so I kept on walking, not really knowing where I'd end up. Then, I heard an angry voice far behind me. I looked back to see that Nana was being scolded by someone, I didn't really know what happened, but I walked towards them and de-escalated the situation. Now I was walking with Nana, his escorts not too far behind, and he thanked me for helping him. I was still upset at how rude he was, so I didn't say a word to him, but then he started apologizing about the way he reacted. He was talking about how he was taught that a truly good person would show kindness even after he was rude. I guess it was his way of making friends, so I told him that he didn't have to be rude to do that. Throughout the night, Nana kept talking to me and genuinely wanted to be close to me. I just listened to him while also being watchful of how Eve would react.

#i had a dream #dream journal #writing #writeblr #i figured it would be fun to collect my dream stories #because i vaguely remember having dreams that i wanted to write down but didn't know where to put it #like if i ever decided to write a story i could use these as inspiration of sorts

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balillee · 3 years

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tommy's character gets far too much shit.

hi tumblr. i'm gonna need a few bitches to spread this post everywhere, essentially because i want someone, or just tommy really, to see it. so if you really want, you can screenshot it and post it on twitter, reddit, link it everywhere - go absolutely buck wild. i know he reads the VODS comments a lot, but they're chock full of people just insulting him, his character, his writing and everything about his story in the dream smp simply because they don't understand it and because they refuse to acknowledge his character's perspective (mainly because they only care about the pig). reading that many critical comments on something you've created can only make you feel worse about it eventually, and in light of all the awful techno apologist takes on his character, i wanted to basically just word vomit about how wonderfully crafted c!tommy is, as well as compile some other tumblr posts about his character.

there is a massive fuckin community of people who enjoy the character of tommy, because the character is incredible. i myself have made post after post after post commenting on and analysing tommy's character because i find that there's so much to pick apart. but that enthusiasm for his character only seems to be found on tumblr. reddit and twitter seem to hate his character, the VODS seem to be filled with comments from people who only care about techno's perspective (and treat techno as a reliable narrator, which, is the furthest thing from the truth - that guy lies through his teeth all the time), and the smp wiki is a hellscape of godawful takes and mistruths, not even on just tommy's character.

c!tommy is brilliantly acted and brilliantly written, and almost everything he does is either justifiable or has been rectified or admitted as a mistake. you can clearly make connections as to where he got his conclusions from. you feel what his character experiences, as a member of the audience, vividly.

if you look in the more objective sense, c!tommy, and this is especially in the context of him being the youngest character, is a scapegoat. people claim he's awful and destructive when in reality he's a lot less destructive than most characters on the server. a moment that comes to mind is where he diverts schlatt and quackity's attention from pogtopia by breaking part of the flag in manberg, and then replacing it so as to buy tubbo some time - he literally monologues after it about how he doesn't want to destroy but instead rebuild, and how he feels as if nobody else seems to understand that.

his arc in season two was incredible. it was very character driven, and it gave a spotlight to his motivations. at the start we see him in new l'manberg, and he's enjoying his time there, he's skeptical of his friend's presidency, but his main goal is to get back the discs so that he can stop dream and eliminate that threat. he made one screw up that didn't even matter to george, and he paid for it tenfold, even after dream had spent a while with puffy griefing the server and framing it on tommy - what tommy and ranboo did was convinient. then, in exile, we see c!tommy straight up get abused. he's gaslit and conditioned into being c!dream's friend, and in his brain he teaches himself that those acts of abuse are moments of bonding, and it eventually brings him to the point of wanting to end his own life - he's been torn away from his friends and his support system, and nobody will visit him consistently anymore because they only showed him pity, and all he had left was dream, who had hurt him.

but he doesn't die there, because while he didn't understand the full gravity of it back then like he does now, he recognises that dying isn't an escape, and he can beat dream, even if he doesn't know how. so this is where he goes to techno's place, and here's where the fandom starts to misinterpret the situation wildly.

it's the problem similar to when your parents tell you that they're owed something back because you put a roof over their head, despite that being Not How It Works. techno took tommy in and severely mistreated him emotionally. sure, and i understand this, c!techno is a bad communicator who isn't really that empathetic to anyone who isn't phil or wilbur, but that doesn't excuse the blatant lying to c!tommy's face, the guilt tripping, the friendship buying and the degrading. the day before the festival, tommy finally does something violent in his interrogation of fundy, and only then does techno tell him,,,,

that tommy's not equal to him, that techno doesn't respect him all that much, and that they're not friends.

from techno's perspective, and at the time, this was viewed as a positive development in their relationship. oh, he's starting to warm up to tommy! this friendship could really blossom!

no. from a more objective standpoint, what techno has just said to tommy is : 'i respect you only a little bit more now, because while you're starting to act more like me, you're still annoying and a burden.'

and i haven't even touched on the whole 'erasing the words 'Destroy L'manberg' from techno's to-do list' thing, because that instantly refutes the point of 'techno was upfront with his intentions the whole time' - because he wasn't! he may have said it the first time, but you also know what else he did? he repeatedly told tommy that they'd 'air the details out later' whenever the discs were brought up, and from a tommy viewer's perspective at the time, it was framed as if techno was no longer going to do that.

and i also haven't dared touch the 'i would have fought them all for you', because that's major guilt tripping if ever i've seen it.

so, the day of the festival comes, and here's where c!techno and his apologists completely misread c!tommy's thought process, and why he makes the decision he does.

tommy instantly regrets valuing the discs over tubbo, and it's framed as the culmination of tommy having become all the people he said he would never want to be like. and what does he immediately do? he tells tubbo to give up the disc, and he sides with tubbo. he puts his value in his friends, and, by proxy, l'manberg. and when he betrays techno, he tells him 'i'm sorry'.

from a more objective standpoint, tommy's time with techno is him valuing the discs over almost anything else. so, in leaving techno to be with tubbo again, he is valuing people above the discs. so when, on doomsday, techno says his 'discs aren't people' line, what he doesn't realise is that he himself fueled tommy's valuing of discs above people when attempting to fuel tommy's vengeance against tubbo and l'manberg. techno doesn't realise that he was an unhealthy presence for tommy, and an even worse influence.

what techno also doesn't seem to understand is that tommy never hated tubbo or l'manberg - tommy recognises, now at least, that his exile wasn't a product of tubbo, but a product of dream's manipulation, likely in part because at the time, especially with dream lying about tommy blowing up the community house, tommy was the only one who could see it because he had experienced it firsthand. so when techno sides with dream, it's like kicking tommy in the teeth.

and i want to mention that betraying someone doesn't necessarily make the person who was betrayed good, or in the right, or even justified, because tommy was entirely justified to leave techno. you know who else was betrayed? schlatt. but i don't see many schlatt apologists around angry at quackity for joining the rebellion.

tommy stole the axe of peace? good. it was a moment of tommy defining his self-worth, instead of having it defined by others. gone is the age of c!techno belittling him and deciding how much c!tommy should be respected. NEXT!

here's a moment i wanted to talk about that will forever be funny to me.

'i am a person.'

techno's very famous line from doomsday. techno says to tommy that discs aren't people, and that tommy should value people, despite not understanding that by leaving techno, he did just that. and what does tommy say in return, which has been omitted from every c!tommy-critical analysis, and every animatic?

'yes you are, but so are we.'

an acknowledgement of techno's hurt, to which tommy has already apologised for. a statement that says 'your hurt does not excuse, nor justify, the hurt you have inflicted onto us.' an acknowledgement that tommy has already learnt the lesson techno seems to be trying to 'teach' him. but you can't teach him anything by destroying.

c!tommy has had almost everything he has ever owned or built either taken from him or destroyed. ranboo even points out that the only two things of tommy's left standing are his house and his hotel, and if i'm honest, his house is dissheveled. it's a labyrinth of terror due only to how many times it's been torn apart. l'manberg being blown up didn't teach anyone anything about anarchy, or about valuing people over possessions. logstedshire being blown up didn't teach tommy to be obedient.

i could honestly ramble for ages about how nuanced tommy's character is and how much depth and complexity there is to his character's process and his relationship with others, but more than that, c!tommy is forgiving. he invites almost everyone who hates him to the grand opening of his hotel - if that isn't an indicator that he just wants friends, and not to be treated like the embodiment of evil, then i don't know what is. he holds grudges, but he doesn't really actively hate anyone, other than c!dream. but, we'll let him. c!dream deserves nothing but to be pummeled into the floor.

tommy doesn't spoonfeed his character nuance, and he doesn't really spell it out for his audience. he'll mention things like trauma and triggers in passing, but a lot of analysis on his motivations has to be picked up from what is said in passing or from what can be seen in between the lines.

i'd be here for hours if i were to talk about everything i love about c!tommy, because honestly he's one of my favourite characters, and there are so many angles you can look at his character from in terms of his age, his relationships with others, his motivations, his personality, his character arcs etc etc. so instead of doing that, i'm going to compile some much more specific analysis posts below to skim through because they highlight so many good aspects of his character.

^^ A thread about the 'yes you are, but so are we' line.

^^ About how shit the VODS comments are.

^^ A comment on how c!Tommy is actually pretty peaceful, and is actually less destructive than most characters on the server.

^^ Possibly the best c!Tommy analysis thread I've ever seen in relation to his trauma, which gives multiple perspectives.

^^ About how c!Tommy is treated as a scapegoat, and how, from an objective standpoint, he is no more violent than any other character, it's just that the little violence that is committed is blown far out of proportion.

^^ Tumblr user flypaw being a bad bitch, as per usual.

^^ c!Tommy being incredibly intelligent, and talking about wanting to rebuild and not destroy. A very underrated monologue of his.

^^ Something short about c!Tommy and c!Wilbur's relationship in Pogtopia.

^^ Less about c!Tommy, more a meta on L'Manberg. Really interesting to think about.

^^ A take on Doomsday.

I'll add some more posts in a reblog in the notes, but if anyone's post(s) is on this and they want me to take it off, let me know and I'll do that for you! Feel free to add your own banger c!Tommy takes or ones that you've found.

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heliads · 3 years

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Crows

Everyone has a symbol on their palm that somehow relates to your soulmate. You have a crow, which led to you joining the Dregs in Ketterdam. Every Dreg has a soulmate symbol that in no way relates to you- except Kaz Brekker, as no one has seen his palm at all.

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You stare at the crow inked into your palm. It stares back at you.

You hesitate for a second longer, then snap your hand shut, letting the unblinking eyes of the black bird disappear back behind your fingers. This is the price of a soulmate, of wandering too far from your home and never finding the one person you were meant to belong to. This is the price of being a canal rat, a Grisha, of being anybody still foolish enough to believe in a soulmate in the midst of all this darkness.

Soulmates may technically be real, but people only believe in them as much as they do Inej’s Saints, or anybody else’s long-held dreams. Between the wars and Shadow Folds springing up across the world, it’s getting pretty hard for anyone to find their soulmate at all. It’s supposed to be simple- one mark on each person’s palm to designate their soulmate, a mark that will disappear at the first touch of their hand on yours. Sometimes, you wonder what mark would be on your soulmate’s skin: a flame or sparking coal, maybe, for your branch of the Small Science, or a skull, for all the death that seems to shadow your path.

The crow has been on your palm for as long as you can remember, as long as anyone has ever had a soulmate. It was there when you were born, but judging by your trend in luck, it’ll probably be there until the day you die. Soulmates aren’t for girls like you, girls who flee their homes to trade a life amongst the Grisha for a death in the gray-streaked streets of Ketterdam.

You were born an Inferni, that much is true. You witnessed the Ravkan civil war, and you were there to flee it for safer tides. You weren’t sure what cruel twist of fate landed you in Ketterdam, one of the worst places for a Grisha, but you were at least able to keep your identity a secret. You’d seen what happened to the luckless Grisha trapped inside neverending indentures, and you know what tortures would await you if word of your firestarting habit got out. So, you never spoke a word, and pretended you were just another otkazat’sya traveler in need of safe harbors.

You hadn’t been wandering the canals long before your path turned into the Barrel. It wasn’t an intentional choice, just an eventual fate that you would end up in the worst part of the twisting sidestreets. There was no escaping the Barrel, not unless you were a wealthy mercher or some other lucky sap who the Saints blessed with the ability to avoid getting dragged down into the muck like everyone else. You learned the names and locations of all the gangs like everyone else: Black Tips, Dime Lions, and most notably, the Dregs.

Your breath had caught in your chest when you heard of them. They frequented the Crow Club, some were called the crows themselves, their leader had a crow on his cane. Everything seemed to point in a glaringly obvious arrow towards your soulmate mark: a crow for a crow. Where else could you have ended up?

You knew better now. You had met Kaz Brekker, the boy with the crow cane, and you knew that any chance of finding a soulmate among his crew was near impossible. You had been walking home after dark one night when you found yourself set upon by a duo of thugs. Not Dregs, possibly Dime Lions with a bone to pick, angry that the Dregs had such control over the pigeons of Fifth Harbor. They had been expecting an easy mark, somebody they could thunk over the head with a pair of brass knuckles and walk away without a scratch. They weren’t expecting you to beat them into the dust in a matter of seconds.

No matter your status or location, you were still a Grisha, and you’d been trained by Botkin long enough to be able to defend yourself. When the goons were finally laid at your feet, unconscious, you had allowed yourself a moment to smile. It was easy to feel low, a gutter rat in the canals of Ketterdam, but being able to use your fists again almost reminded you of the training halls at the Little Palace.

Enjoying this one brief memory, though, was a slip that you shouldn’t have made. When you looked up, you weren’t alone- a boy stood before you, gloved hands clasped over a crow’s head cane. You didn’t particularly know who he was, or make the connection between him and the Dregs, and moved to get out of the alleyway before he decided to make the same mistake as the thugs. He had slid his cane in front of you, fast as lightning, stopping you in your place. “I think we should speak about your future in Ketterdam.”

You were annoyed at this sudden interruption. “I think you should leave me alone.” You had retorted, using your hand to move his cane back in front of him. You had also been irritated, both by the fight and this boy’s brashness, and slipped your hand into his pocket for just a second to retrieve a newly shined pocketwatch. No one could have possibly seen it, this tiny movement, and the boy certainly didn’t, as he let you pass without another word.

You were still grumbling when you got back to the ramshackle building you called an apartment complex, and your landlady had raised an eyebrow when she saw you. “What, have you finally realized that it was a fool’s errand to come here?” She asked, and you shook your head. “No, just bothered by some guy with a crow’s head cane. Weird prop to carry around.” The woman had blanched, face suddenly seeming to age a decade in a second.

She had bustled over to you, voice low as if terrified that the boy might be able to hear her. “That’s Kaz Brekker, you fool. He runs the Dregs. Saints, he might even run this city.” She had hurried away from you then, forcing herself back to her work. Even then, you had known she was wrong. There was nothing the Saints could know about Kaz Brekker, nothing they could even hope to involve themselves in.

You had shaken the experience away, climbing up the stairs to your apartment. When you pushed open the door, however, you saw that you were not alone. The boy from earlier was back, this time leaning against the far wall. He gestured for you to close the door, which you did, albeit hesitantly. You had no idea how he got in- you had changed the locks when you first arrived at the apartment all those weeks ago, barred the windows, made it impossible for anyone except you to make their way inside. Yet here he stood, with knowledge of both where you lived and how to get there before you. It was impossible. Well, impossible for anyone except Kaz. The Barrel was his home, after all, and you doubt Dirtyhands had ever bothered to knock.

His fingers tapped the crow’s head of his cane. “I don’t think we quite finished our conversation. You could do more than just wash dishes, you know. The Dregs could always use a new member. That, and I’d like you to return what you stole from me. I’m impressed, actually. No one is that good at pickpocketing except me, and no one would try something that daring except for, well, me. I think you’d fit in nicely with my gang.”

You had folded your arms across your chest. “And I’m meant to believe that my pickpocketing was impressive enough to warrant a visit from Dirtyhands himself?” Kaz had shrugged, the movement stiff in the darkness. “You can believe whatever you want. I just want to see if you’ll take a good offer when you see one.” After a while, you had accepted, and Kaz had left, but not before whispering something in your ear. “If you steal from me again, I will cut off both of your hands. I don’t tolerate theft, not from me.”

You had heard enough threats to know that he meant good on this one. As it turned out, however, Kaz would not have to fear theft from you again. You found a home amongst the Dregs, a home you weren’t likely to give up due to the thrill of pickpocketing Kaz Brekker. You had a room at the Slat, a place at the table, a voice in the masses. It was something you weren’t willing to trade away.

Even amongst the many crows of Kaz Brekker’s gang, however, you still couldn’t let the issue of your soulmate go. You can remember one night, late into the night’s bells when you, Inej, Jesper, Matthias, and Nina had all made the journey up to Kaz’s office, slumped against chairs and floorboards and chatting the night away. Kaz was sitting at his desk, apparently doing paperwork, but you did notice that he kept coincidentally chiming into conversations even when he said he wasn’t paying attention.

At some point, Nina steered the conversation to soulmates. She held up her now blank palm, proclaiming that at some point it had held a wolf’s head. She had been terrified, she said, terrified that she would have a drüskelle or some other weirdo for a soulmate. Matthias had acted affronted at that, but if he was feeling particularly charitable he might relent and tell the gathered Crows about how he’d had a heart on his hand, and how frustrated he’d been when it had disappeared the second he’d locked Nina away on that slaver’s ship.

Nina had turned to Kaz then, intent on poking the bear and having some sort of fun that night. “So, Brekker, what’s your soulmate mark? Or do you not do that sort of zealot human thing we call soulmates?” Kaz had raised his eyebrows, looking distinctly bored. Of everyone in the room, you’re pretty sure that only you and Inej would be able to tell that he was holding back a smile.

“I’m not entirely a monster, Zenik. I do have a soulmate.” Nina had leaned forward, intent on clarification. “Then what’s the mark? We can’t just take a gander at your palm, remember? They’re hidden by your gloves.” Kaz had let his papers fall back to the desk with a thunk, turning to her with an expression laced with both exasperation and studied disinterest. “It’s a fire. A small flame. Happy?”

Nina had looked fascinated. “Beatific. I wonder what that means. An Inferni, maybe?” She wiggled her eyebrows at Kaz. “Maybe it’s supposed to show that they’re devilishly attractive. Really hot, get it?” Kaz had made a sound that was either a dry cough or his best attempt at a laugh. “Hilarious, Nina. I see why you’re a Heartrender- you could make a person want to die based on your jokes alone.”

Nina had acted affronted, making sure everybody knew that her jokes were hilarious, thank you very much, but you couldn’t help but think about the repercussions of this. What if Nina’s first guess was right, and Kaz’s soulmate was an Inferni, like you? If your tattoo was of a crow, and Kaz’s was of flames, then surely it was too much to just be a coincidence. You’d never know, anyway, because soulmate marks only disappeared on flesh to flesh contact. Kaz always wore gloves, so you’d never find out the truth. Besides, you remind yourself, the chances of this were superbly unlikely. A crow could mean anything, so could a flame. You need to stop getting your hopes up.

Despite the possibilities and impossibilities, you’ve still been running with the canal rats long enough to know that you can’t dwell forever on what might have been. You’re a Dreg now and you need to focus on that instead. When Kaz announces an upcoming settlement with the Razorgulls, yet another one of the gangs that roam the streets of Ketterdam, you’re eager for a chance at something entertaining after a long while of nothing. Kaz will meet with the leader to negotiate their way through a claim on the various pigeons coming and going from the harbors, and that will be that.

However, this is the Barrel. Negotiations are rarely easy. This is why, when Jesper arrives as Kaz’s second, he’s shunted aside to a separate room to stay out the duration of the meeting. Kaz and the leader of the Razorgulls are on the opposite side of the street in an empty courtyard, far away from any help should they need it. Kaz was prepared for this, as always, and set up a plan. Inej will shadow Jesper, making sure that he’ll have a way out if he needs it, and you’ll be shadowing Kaz himself. You’re not sure why Kaz chose you instead of his faithful Wraith, only that he rarely makes decisions based on nothing and you would do best to follow his judgement. The times he’s let you down are few and far between.

You and Inej split up, staying amongst the rooftops to avoid detection. She follows Jesper and the Razorgulls’ second into a crowded tavern, and you head towards the abandoned courtyard. Ahead of you, Kaz’s cane taps against the crooked cobblestones as he wends through desiccated hedges and marble statues severely lashed by time. The Razorgulls’ leader is waiting for him there, but you can’t follow now. Instead, you stick to the edges, climbing stairs and making your way into the empty buildings that watch over the courtyard like silent sentries.

You’re not sure what trouble you’ll be walking into, only that it will exist in some crooked form. There’s no logical reason the Razorgulls would want the seconds in another building unless they were planning something, and no reason Kaz would agree to this at all if he wasn’t sure you could have his back when he needed it. As you creep along the buildings, keeping a careful eye on the proceedings through the few broken windows, you notice that the two gang leaders have begun to speak. You can’t quite hear what they’re saying, only a few whispers here and there.

You’re just rounding a corner, ready to make your way into a neighbouring building, when the lights flash off, landing you in darkness. Instantly, you panic. Lighting is scarce here, only the moonbeams and a couple of oil lamps, but there’s no reason they should have shut down this quickly. You hear footsteps on the stairs, along with two pairs of voices: Razorgulls, discussing how important it is to stick to the shadows so Brekker can’t see them.

Your heartbeat thuds in the dark as you realize they haven’t spotted you yet. In fact, they have no idea you’re there at all. When Kaz was giving directions for the negotiations, he specifically told you to make sure that you weren’t seen, even if rival gang members showed up. If you want to go along with his plan and make sure he lives to see the end of this shoddy deal, you’ll have to stay in hiding.

This, however, is easier said than done. If the lights were on, you would be able to see the wooden beams of the floor and tell which ones would creak and which wouldn’t, which large shapes of furniture to avoid and which holes in the floorboards you should step over. A chill washes over you as you realize what you’ll have to do. You move your fingers together, quick as scraping flint against steel, and a small flame materializes at the pad of your index finger. It’s small, barely visible to anyone except you, but it’s enough to help you get out of the room before the Razorgulls notice you.

Even as the thrill of using your Grisha power after so long sends a charge of energy through your veins, you can’t help but feel uneasy. The only reason you’ve been able to survive in the Barrel and avoid unwholesome indentures is because you never used your power, not once. Even if it was necessary, this still feels bad.

You’ve found a new hiding place in the corner of the room and move to extinguish your flame now that it’s no longer useful. However, it’s been too long since you last used your powers as an Inferni, and your concentration wavers. The flame grows brighter and you start to panic, eventually clamping down your mind and forcing the fire to disappear.

The disappearance comes too late. The Razorgulls have seen some light in the shadow that wasn’t supposed to be there and are now edging your way, careful not to let you out of their sight. You have no choice but to take them down, standing over their unconscious bodies and feeling a wave of nerves crest over you. Kaz specifically said not to mess with the gangs, but you had no choice. You can only hope that this won’t ruin his plan too much.

Quietly, you step through the room and unlock a window, letting the panes move open in the wind. Now, you can hear the voices echoing up from the courtyard, and your heart sinks as you realize that things aren’t going well. The leader of the Razorgulls has revealed his ace in the hole, that he’s got guns trained on Kaz right now. Kaz just laughs, the sound as cold as rocks scraping against a ship’s hull, ready to damn a hundred men to the depths of the ocean.

“Do you, though? Who are the men you sent up- Dirk Struik and Niels ter Avest? Your coffers may be deep, but mine are more extensive. Gentlemen, take down this man, if you please.” Your stomach twists as you realize Kaz was counting on the men you just knocked out. Without them, he’s alone with a man pointing a gun at his skull. There’s no way around this- you’re going to have to break your most cherished rule again.

You thrust your palms out in front of you, letting tendrils of flame arc out of your hands and cascade onto the leader of the Razorgulls. He twists in agony, burns appearing on his skin. He only suffers for a moment or two, however, until he becomes unconscious due to the pain. Kaz’s head jerks up, staring at you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Kaz Brekker truly surprised, but he most certainly was not expecting this.

You don’t think there’s anything you can do except try to explain yourself. You jump down from the open window, letting your heels land lightly on the stones of the courtyard. Kaz seems frozen in place for a second, then moves forward until you’re standing only a few feet apart. Your breath comes wild in your chest. Kaz speaks after the longest of moments. “Where were the guards?”

You hold up your hands uselessly. “They saw me. I had to take them out.” Kaz’s eyes dart to your palms, faster than a sharpshooter pulling the trigger. He takes in the smoke still curling around your fingers, then the crow mark in the middle of your hand. When he speaks again, his voice has lost its icy edge. He just sounds like a boy again, young and confused.

“You never told me you were an Inferni.” You sigh. “It was a secret I needed to keep. You know what happens in the Barrel, the indentures and the tortures. If I used my powers, I would have died a long time ago.” Kaz jerks his head in a harsh nod. “I don’t blame you for surviving. We have all committed worse crimes to live” Your voice gains a confidence it didn’t have before. “Then what do you blame me for? You’re upset, anyone could tell that. If it’s not with me keeping my Grisha abilities a secret, then what is it?”

Kaz hesitates, as if pulling himself back from a yawning chasm. “Me.” You stare at him, at the indecision wracking his brow, then at the way he’s pulling at the glove at his palm. His hands almost seem to shake, like he’s still not sure that he’s doing the right thing. He pulls the glove off, inch by inch, seeming to dread every second that his hands aren’t covered by the black leather. At last, you see it- the mark on his palm, the flame sparking into being right there on his hand.

He reaches out tentatively. “I need to know.” He manages, and at last you understand. You move your own hand slowly, stopping when it’s only a few inches away from his. Kaz squares his shoulders, as if preparing to jump from another broken building, then closes the distance and lets his hand rest lightly on yours. As you watch, your soulmate tattoos shimmer for a second and then vanish, erasing from your skin as if they’d never been there at all.

Kaz lets his gaze linger on the empty skin of your palm, and then he seems to come back into himself, snatching his hand away like he’s flinching from a blow. You can see it in his eyes that he regrets this, that he can’t keep his hand there, but you understand. You can understand quite a lot from him.

Kaz’s voice is like the grating of metal. “I’m not somebody you want as a soulmate. It won’t be easy. It won’t be good.” You laugh quietly in the night. “If I wanted something easy, I would have never come to Ketterdam.” Kaz nods at this, something almost like relief in his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.” You manage. Something almost like a smile flits across Kaz’s face. “Good. We have much to discuss.”

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buckystevelove · 3 years

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I was thinking the other day about a headcanon I had w Steve or bucky where reader is pregnant and she gets stressed and upset a lot w her family, work, friends and steve/bukcy finds out about the reader getting stressed after a visit to the doctor and tries to make everyone not stress or upset the reader and basically goes apeshit whenever anyone tries to upset her. basically the reader is completely clueless while steve/ bucky is the one getting stressed. and at some point he takes the reader on vacation so she can relax.

idk I had this headcanon stuck in my head and since I love your blog and your writing I wanted to share!

Baby Stress

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1287

Warning: fluff & angst

A/N: ask questions or ask for headcanons and one-shots. It’s open.

Work has been super stressing lately, you had a great position as the CEO of an international company. Steve couldn´t be prouder of you, he was always encouraging towards your job. You had been together for 7 years, married for 4. He had always wanted to have a family, but the two of you had very demanding jobs, a year ago Steve decided to retire and give Sam the position of Captain America and become a stay-at-home-husband, then was when you decided to start trying to get pregnant. You had always wanted to be a mom, but you really loved your job and didn’t want your child to feel neglected, but since Steve wanted to be the one taking care of them while you could still work. That was the dream.

Now you were 7 months pregnant, today you had an appointment at the doctor, they were going to tell you the sex of the baby. You were excited, Steve was over the moon.

“Baby, I am so exited! I was starting to get sad about not asking for the gender at the 5 months appointment, but I prefer to be 100% sure.” You were walking to the hospital, since you had gotten pregnant you started to walk instead of taking cabs, you were trying to lead a healthier lifestyle. Steve was very persuading.

“I know, I really want to start buying everything, and to look for names.” Steve tighten his arm on your shoulders. You enter the hospital and took the elevator to the doctor’s office

“Hello YN. How have you been feeling?” She asked while you laid on the table and rolled your shirt up. You knew the drill.

“I have been having some back pain and light headaches.” You said nonchalantly, you turned and took at Steve that had his hand on your shoulder, he was frowning and looked a little bit angry.

“You didn´t tell me anything.” He said offended.

“I didn´t want to make you nervous, I am sure it’s nothing.” You looked at him, giving him and encouraging smile.

He ignored you and looked at the doctor, “What do you say doc? Everything ok?”

“Let me see.” She placed the horrible and cold jell in your swollen belly and place the thing for the ultrasound. She started to put some pressure and to move it around. “Well, you are having a baby boy.”

You smiled and looked at Steve with tear in your eyes, he had already some in his cheeks. He completely forgot about the pains, he was having a son, he could be happier.

“Regarding what you told me YN; lately have you been under a lot of stress?” She asked wiping the jell from your belly with some paper towels.

“Yes, I have had a bigger load of work the last weeks. We are closing a new deal, so I´ve had to work some extra hours.” You said rolling you shirt down.

“That’s it, they are common symptoms of stress, you just need to relax. It can lead to high blood pressure, and the baby is a bit smaller than the average, it can also lead to a low-birth weight baby, but don’t worry.” That made you worry, you didn’t want to harm your baby.

You decided to hire an extra assistant, and try leaving work earlier. Steve had been super stress, he was an underweight kid, he didn´t want his son to we sick like he used to be. He had been babying you, and you hated it.

Today you were hosting a dinner with the team at your penthouse, every time you tried to do something. Steve would take it off your hands. To say you were starting to get annoyed would be the understatement of the year. This week he had already cancelled a business trip you had to Paris, you were going crazy.

“Let me get that.” He took the plate that you were taking to the table from your hands. “You look gorgeous, you can go to our room and take a nap while the guys arrive.” He gave you a quick kiss and continue arranging everything. You hated to be told what to do, you hated feeling useless, there was a reason you ended up as a CEO, you were the boss.

“No, Steve. I am tire of staying in bed. I want to help.” You whine and looks at him in the eyes.

“Baby, please.” You huffed and went to your bedroom.

An hour later you heard the ring on your door. You could had run faster, you were desperate to do something.

“Bucky!” You shouted and hugged him. You and Bucky were best friends. You had a super strong relationship, you were his little sister, not just Steve’s wife.

“Hey doll, how are you? And how is my favorite kid?” He asked rubbing you belly.

You let him in and go to seat on the living room, Steve was still cooking on the kitchen.

“Well, your favorite nephew.” You grin at him.

“YN! That’s amazing.”

“I know! I am so excited, already bought everything, you will love the nursery.”

“And tell me, how have you been?”

“Truth be told, I am going crazy. The doctor told us in our last appointment that I was stressing out too much, yeah, I´ve been having a lot of work, but you know how it is. The problem is that now, Steve is making me crazy. I think that he has been stressing me more than job. I am just about to kill him.” You said with an annoyed face, Bucky was laughing at you.

“You should talk to him and tell him how you feel, if he is really making you feel that way.” He gave you a reassuring smile and rubbed your arm. “You know how that punk is, he can´t not worry about the people he love, and you and that baby, are persons he love the most in this whole world.”

“I know, thanks for listening me.” You hugged him.

Dinner went swimmingly, everyone talking and fooling around. The entire team was super happy when you told them about your baby boy, and you decided to tell everyone the name you two had chosen. James Grant Rogers.

That night you decided to talk to Steve.

While you were lying on bed, waiting for Steve for Steve to come out from the bathroom, whwn he came out he laid in his side of the bed and placed his arm in your waist, his hand resting in your bump, he could feel the baby kicking.

“Stevie, baby. I want to talk to you.” You turned around so you were facing him now.

“What happened sweetheart?” He was frowning.

“Nothing bad, it´s just…” you sighted.

“You can tell me honey.” He encourage you rubbing your back.

“It’s just that you have been super overprotective the last few days, and you have been making me crazy.” You gave him your sweetest smile.

“I know babe, it’s just that I am really scared for the baby. I don´t want him to be small like I was. It’s just that. I am sorry.” He said giving you a kiss on the lips.

“I really get it. You don´t need to worry. I talk to my bosses and they gave me a month off, because the baby is in his way, so a brought us tikets to Cancun.” You gave him a thrilled smile.

“YN, that sounds fantastic. Our last month before Jamie joins us.”

“I love you Steve, thanks for taking care of us.”

“I love you too, and I love you little man.” He said placing a kiss on your bump.

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 3 years

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Hi, I absolutely adore your writing and it’s quite inspiring and making my imagination go WEEWOO!

Could I request something for YJ With Dick? So like a headcanon or one shot (which ever you prefer queen) where the reader is quite reserved, snarky and can get angry real fast. They have feelings for Rob and they are especially snarky to him to hide their feelings, but they eventually start to open up more and during the events of episode 24 (you know, the one at haly’s circus), they open up to him and they confess? And he does the same?

Flower Language

Pairing: Dick Grayson as Robin x Reader

Warnings: Blood and injuries and plant death.

Word Count: 3.8k words

A/N: This is kind of my take on the Hanahaki disease, kind of. This was so much fun to write honestly, I didn't realize I like all this floral stuff so much. It also reminded me of another 'True Love's Kiss' trope I wrote for Dick Grayson as well. Also I changed the episode this was based on because I’ve already done something based on the episode with Haly’s circus @hanbedumbaf I really really really hope you enjoy it! Sorry it was so late, I finished it a month back but it was in my queue.

Adrenaline was a common feeling to you. A little too familiar. The life of a superhero puts you in peril more times than you would like but it was the only life you had known. You knew the familiar feeling of sweat forming on your skin and your heart pounding so loudly that you could hear it in every step you took.

However, when you heard the pounding, it was because there was a supervillain, usually hairy, chasing after you and determined to get your head on a stake.

Although, feeling your heart jump to your throat was becoming more familiar whenever you were around a certain someone. Robin annoyed you to no end, whenever he was around you couldn't help your face from growing warm and your lips from tingling to form a permanent smile on your face.

Having a crush was irritating, you couldn't think or even function without thinking of him. It was frankly humiliating, you were always so gung-ho about being bold and to the point and yet whenever you were around Boy Wonder, you couldn't help but bend your personality to something you felt like would appeal to him more.

Sometimes, you couldn't even stand yourself.

And so, as a pathetic act of rebellion, and maybe as a clear-cut sign that you had no idea how to handle emotions or anything similar to it, every time your heart got just a little soft, your tongue got a whole lot sharper. Probably not the best way to win a boy’s heart. But you weren't here for a romance story.

It was also a true sign that you had no idea how to flirt, thinking that borderline insulting witty banter was the way to go. Or perhaps it was a way of controlling your emotions, since being bitter and snarky was the thing that came easiest to you.

You seriously needed better tactics.

It was also your oblivious mistake thinking that Robin only saw what you wanted him to see. He was raised to be a detective, of course he was more observant than that. Papa (or let's be real, Alfred) didn't raise no fool.

You made the mistake of thinking Robin saw you as strong and independent and bold, just as the rest of them did. But he saw much more than that.

Robin was distressed by the number of crying faces around him, the kids were inconsolable which was understandable because of just how many things went wrong in the past couple of hours. To be quite frank, Robin was a couple seconds away from having a fit himself.

"Shh, little one," He heard distantly and his neck practically snapped. You were crouching in front of the few who were crying, with a small nurturing smile. It was the first time he had seen you out of uniform, usually referring to you as Antheia, named after the goddess of flowers, but this wasn't she.

"I know you're scared, my flowers, but I promise, we will find your parents." You soothed, gently wiping away their tears. They still looked up at you apprehensively and with uncertainty.

"I'll show you a magic trick." You began, grinning as the kids began to smile back at you. You pulled a seed out of your pocket and held it between closed hands, using a bit of your powers and felt it grow in your palms. When you revealed what you were holding, they collectively gasped.

A bud of a flower now rested in your hand. You smiled at their innocent eyes and held it to them, "Now I'm going to need your help for the next part. Everyone has to blow on the flower."

They nodded eagerly, crawling around you and on the count of three, everyone followed your instructions. And low and behold, the bud bloomed into a beautiful blossom right between your fingers.

One of the girls clamoured into your lap to hold the flower herself and you chuckled, wrapping your arms tightly around her, "You know what this flower means?"

They shook their heads, "It means faith, and hope. If you have faith and hope in us, then you'll get something beautiful in return."

For once, they look contemplatively and you chuckled, feeling pride at the fact that you managed to sow some wisdom in their minds. The girl that had been sitting in your lap turned in your grasp, with the flower in her hand and then reached up to tuck it behind your ear.

"For me?" She nodded happily and you smiled widely, kissing her cheek, "Thank you, petal."

Satisfied that you were able to calm them down, you gently placed the girl back on the floor before moving away from the group. Just as you were about to join the others, you ran into Robin. You didn't know he had just seen the whole thing.

Pulling the flower from behind your ear, you handed it to him, "You know in some cultures, this flower means to pick up the slack and stop looking like a confused chicken." You snapped.

Business as usual.

Robin looked back to the flower you had slipped into his hands, you had said it meant faith and hope, and you had given it to him. He looked back up to see you shuffling away from him quickly, a blush on your face. He smiled.

You were more nurturing and kinder than you let on, it was like it was programmed into your personality and yet you never showed it when you knew they were watching. That wasn't the only part of yourself that you were hesitant to show them.

And the more Robin observed you, the more he realized that you used flower language to depict a lot of your emotions. It was a silent way of letting them out, without having to tell other people what's really in your heart.

You thought you were sly about it, but nothing went under Robin's radar.

Everyone was watching a movie on the flat screen in the rec room. You hadn't realized you were so tired, the movie was boring, something that M'Gann had picked and you hadn't slept the night before, busy patrolling your city.

Your eyelids began to droop before you could even understand what was going on, your head lolling as you drifted in and out of consciousness.

Robin hadn't realized that he was napping through the movie until he felt a weight on his shoulder. He nearly jumped awake and glanced to his side to see you sound asleep, breathing gently. He nearly chuckled, was this what you looked like when you weren't scowling at everybody?

His heart skipped a beat, god, were you beautiful. The smell of flowers vaguely hit his nose and he noticed the red gardenia plant growing steadily in the corner of the room.

'Red Gardenias means a secret love,' Robin recalled from a book he had read, 'It's a secret way for someone to say I love you.'

He glanced back at you still sleeping peacefully, face completely relaxed and briefly wondered if your powers were taking the lead on your emotions and making gardenias grow around the cave. Or were you dreaming about something?

Something in his heart grew, here you were sleeping against his shoulder, making symbols of a secret love grow around the room. This had to be a sign of something, right?

Before he could contemplate it any further, you squirmed and then began to stir. Your eyes fluttered open, hazily taking in your surroundings before they landed on the boy beside you and widened in size, skin darkening with a blush.

"Why the fuck didn't you wake me up?" You snapped and turned on your heel to stomp out of the room without even waiting for a response from him. The others who noticed the way he was just staring at the place you were in surprise. You always do such a 180 when you're around him and conscious.

"Wow, sunshine's crabby in the morning." Wally commented from beside him. When he didn't get any response, he looked over to see Robin with a silly smile on his face.

Dick couldn't stop himself from grinning. The gardenias were still blooming.

***

"Antheia, do you think you will be able to stop the plants from growing any further?" Batman turned to face you, only to find you staring at him with a hazy, blank expression.

"Antheia?" Robin called but you didn't even flinch, your eyes were locked onto the holo-computer, seeing the thick vines that were twisting and turning. Their call was overwhelming, you could feel them grow even beneath your feet. It was like a siren was blearing through your head.

You couldn't tell what they were trying to say, it was like they were muffled. It was confused and lost, following Ivy and it was happy listening to her. And yet, it was feeling pain, the Justice League was busy pruning her as we speak. It was scared, crying out for someone to help them and you felt obligated to help. Your mind was getting heavy, throbbing with an oncoming migraine.

"(Y/N)!" Your eyes snapped open and focused onto the boy in front of you. Everyone was staring at you in concern and you blinked, suddenly not able to remember what the hell was going on. You were just trying to focus on something other than the screams and cries of the plant.

"......What?" You asked a little dumbly, noticing the concern on Robin's face. The plants were still crying. You couldn't get the painful sound of their screams out of your mind. You felt like curling up into a ball and crying.

"Batman asked if you would be able to stop the plants?"

"Oh, um, no." You answered in a distracted way that made his face pinch with worry. His hands were still grasping your shoulders tightly, keeping his face in close proximity to yours. You didn't even realize, too out of it to even notice.

Robin on the other hand felt his cheeks get uncomfortably hot the more you stared at him with those innocent, beautiful eyes of yours. If Batman hadn't been breathing down his neck, he was sure he would've kissed you in the moment.

Unfortunately for him, his dad always knew how to ruin the moment. And he would continue to for the rest of his life. Until death do them part. Even after the two of you grow up and live together, the Batman would find some way to interrupt your fun.

"Robin?"

"Huh?"

"The mission."

Oh. Right.

***

"Robin!" You screamed when one of Ivy's plants wrapped around his neck and slammed him against the trees. They didn't let up curling tighter around his throat. Fear struck you as he began choking from breath and you knew you had to do something.

Suddenly murderous intent took over you and you glared at Ivy who returned it with a smug smirk of her own. Oh, how you'd rip that smirk off her face.

"Okay Ivy, you wanna play? Let's play." You ground out, slamming your hands against the vine around Robin's neck and it began disintegrating beneath your fingers. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath and you tuned out the sound of the plant crying as it died beside him.

Ivy heard it just as loudly as you had, she screamed and more plants lunged towards the both of you.

"Go help the others! I'm about to snap this twig." You spat at Robin, using your powers to kill the roots as it reached you. It was working slowly, your powers weak to the pain of the plants around you. Even as every cell of your body told you not to, you clenched your fingers into fists and watched as the creeper feel to the marsh, dead.

You engaged in battle with Ivy. Plants were screaming for mercy all around you but you couldn't stop for even a second. Life around you was trembling but you had to keep fighting the villain in front of you because if you hesitated for even a second, many more would die.

Thorns scratched your skin, drawing blood and curled around Ivy, sinking barbs into her skin.

"Face it girlie! You're never going to overpower me!"

"Oh, I'm not trying to overpower you, just distract you long enough for Robin to get rid of the control system." You replied, just as smug as she had been at the start of the fight. Now you got to see her face melt into one of panic just as Robin jumped over her head and to your side with a grin identical to yours.

"Cover your ears!" He sang, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and ducking, covering your body with his own. You were grateful for it; you weren't sure you could even keep your body upright at the moment.

Then you heard the explosion and your heart stopped. Every single fibre of your body burned red hot fire as you heard screams and cries around you. Bile was crawling up your throat and your breathing got thin. They were sobbing a heart-broken wail and your eyes misted at the mere sound.

Without realizing it, you were gripping onto Robin's hand, brows furrowed together. The sound of the explosion cleared, the Injustice League was captured and he pulled you up to stand with the others.

It was silent for a moment. You had won.

And then the consequences of your actions hit you.

Everyone's necks snapped towards you when you let out a heart-wrenching sob. Robin, who was standing right next to you caught you just in time before your body hit the ground. Pain exploded in your chest as you began wailing against him.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)! What's wrong?!" He panicked but you didn't respond, crying into his chest as you gripped his cape in an iron fist. Everything hurt and all you could feel was sorrow and guilt.

The other heroes crowded around you but your eyes were screwed shut, tears making your eyes sting. Robin held onto you tightly, pulling your body against his as you continued to cry.

"What's happening?" Artemis murmured, looking around to see the environment change before her eyes. Everyone else followed her lead to see how leaves began rotting, then the trees. The smell was pungent. Thorns and weeds were crawling up the dying trees, pulling them into the swamp.

"(Y/N) please, what's wrong?" Robin whispered in your ear but you couldn't hear him. The sounds of plants screaming and wailing was echoing through your mind. How they begged you to save them. How they begged you to stop.

And then it got hard to breathe, your chest constricted and you were wheezing. Robin had to watch in horror when petals and blood poured from your mouth. You were choking, throwing up and sobbing in his arms, and he was unable to do anything to help you.

"Flash get her to the Batcave." Batman said gruffly, he was shocked and worried for you but didn't say anything, not wanting to scare his son more, "Sending you the coordinates now."

"Alfred prepare the med-bay."

Dick watched with a sinking heart as he handed you into Flash's arms. It took him a few seconds for his mind to stop whirring, he was still kneeling in the swampy marsh when the team huddled around him.

"It's gonna be okay." Wally murmured, wrapping an arm around his shaking body.

"We just have to hope for the best."

***

When the others had gotten back to the Cave, you had just been moved there, after being looked over by Alfred. He joined you in the med-bay, wanting to keep an eye on you. But as of yet, you still had to wake up.

Dick wasn't supposed to be listening to the adult’s conversation, but he couldn't help himself, he had to know if you were going to be okay.

"The situation is undeterminable, sir. But as of now, the flowers that are clogging her respiratory system keep growing. If we don't find a cure for this, it's inevitable that she will suffocate and pass."

His heart stopped. Die? You couldn't die, not when he still had so many things to tell you. For so long, he hadn't told you of his feelings, wanting to keep the relationship between the two of you professional. But now more than anything, he wished he had said something.

There were so many things he didn't get to do with you yet. You had yet to give him a bouquet on your first date. He wanted to lay in bed with you, smelling fresh flowers as you told him what different plants symbolized. He had yet to see moments where you can't control your powers and make plants grow around the cave.

He hadn't even given you a flower yet.

"Rob listen, I did some research on this 'disease'." Wally said, falling into step with him, "It's called the Hanahaki disease."

"That's fiction Wal—"

"But that's the best we've got right now." Came his curt reply and Dick's heart clenched.

"Hanahaki disease is a fictional sickness that only occurs when someone is suffering from unrequited love. The victim will cough up flower petals that symbolize their love. This disease is only cured when the victim's feelings are romantically returned." Wally read off his phone before turning to Dick with a smile.

He raised a brow, "What?"

"You have to kiss (Y/N)!"

"What!?"

"Yep! You have to return her unrequired love!"

"Wally that's ridiculous, kissing someone doesn't cute anything."

"Well, it's the only thing we have. And for (Y/N), we need to try anything." He said, pushing him towards the med-bay. His voice was tight and tense, like he was holding onto his as his last hope and Dick prayed that it would work when the door of your room came into his sight.

You were asleep and if he hadn't known any better, he would've thought you were healthy. Wally closed the door behind him, leaving Dick alone with you. The only sound in was the beeping from your heart monitor and your light wheezing. It was getting harder to breathe.

Dick inched his way closer to you, watching as your eyelashes fluttered gently in your sleep. Leaning over the bed you were lying in; he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before moving his head in line with yours.

"God, please let this work." He whispered and your bottom lip was caught between his. It was feather-light but yet, electricity was buzzing through his veins and fireworks went off in his mind.

For a minute, nothing happened and his heart clenched in his chest before he kissed you a little harder. This had to work because they didn't have any other lead. Dick felt you exhale feebly against him and he almost gave up hope.

But then you took a deep breath, stealing the breath from his lungs and he pulled away quickly to see your eyelids fluttering open. The colour was returning to your cheeks and your eyes were sparkling up at him. You smiled gently and he blinked away tears of relief. Thank goodness.

'His eyes are blue' You thought, staring deeply into them. They were beautiful, alluring. You didn't know why but just looking into his eyes was addicting. Was this what it felt like to be so deep in love? That even his eyes were enough to captivate you?

"I'm so glad you're awake." He muttered, cupping your cheeks firmly and planting another kiss on your lips. You giggled lightly, heart overjoyed to find the boy you had been in love with for so long had returned your feelings and you responded to the kiss eagerly, placing your palms over his hands and leaning into him.

With your regaining strength, you felt a flower materialize in your hands. The stem between your fingers brought you comfort just as the scent of the flower brought you back life.

When Dick pulled away, you delicately slipped it into his hands and he turned his attention to it, blue eyes softening when he recognized this particular flower in his hands.

"It's an Aster." You whispered quietly, lips brushing against his and he chuckled. It was the only flower you thought of when he came to your mind, "Get it?"

Dick turned his eyes away from the blossom and looked at you again. Your heart jumped, noticing just how much love he held in them. Eyes you could swim in, overflowing with love for you. Suddenly you were overwhelmed, feeling adoration and attraction. You needed to be closer to him, even though he was pressed against you.

Your fingers curled into his collar and pulled him closer to you, slanting your lips over his in an open-mouthed kiss. Dick gasped against your lips, startled for no longer than a second before sinking against you and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

Your lips moved gently against his, the blushing flower trapped between both your bodies. The smell of fresh flowers clouded Dick's mind with everything that was you. Your hair, your smile, your lips. If you kept kissing him like that, he was certain he'd forget his own name.

And then you pulled away and Dick noted that you were as beautiful as a fresh flower. Your skin was glowing with life and your tired eyes were twinkling. You smiled sleepily at him, eyes closing shut and he lowered you back to the bed. Immediately, you slipped back into slumber, exhausted from the day's events.

He watched for a couple seconds, making sure you were able to breathe without any problems before realizing he should tell the others that you were okay.

He slipped out of the room quietly, stealing a final glance of you sleeping peacefully in the bed and a huge smile grew on his face, "She's awake."

It was only then he noticed just how colourful the room had gotten in the few minutes he was with you.

The walls were covered with vines and roses of different colours, camelias and carnations of different shades. It littered the room, not leaving a single inch of the wall untouched and scattered petals all over the floor like confetti.

Different creepers hung from the ceiling, dusting all the superheroes with sparkling pollen and colourful petals. Not to mention there were stems crawling up the Justice League members, flowers hugging their ankles lovingly.

Batman looked a lot less intimidating with petals in his cape and a rose stuck behind his ear. Robin blushed at the sight of everyone giving him knowing smiles.

"We noticed."

Aster: This flower became a symbol of love when in Greek mythology it was placed on the altars for the gods. So now, when you send a bouquet featuring this vibrant bloom, the message of "Take Care Of Yourself For Me" is implied. It conveys deep emotional love and affection for someone.

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@emmacata

@p--e--a--c--h--e--s

@sometimeseverythingsucks

@sokkas-honour

@unstable1902

@lostgirlheart

@missdisapear

@tadpole-san

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