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mortiferumsomnum · 2 years

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Danny Meets The Batfam

A continuation of this post where Clockwork is in love with Alfred <3

Edit: MASTERLIST

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Danny is 15 years old. He’s half-human, half-ghost, going through human puberty and ghost infantry at the same time. He’s also Clockwork’s emotionally adopted son, and the Ghost Zone’s beloved Ghost King.

But, with Clockwork flirting with Alfred, and Clockwork’s first meeting with the Wayne family being successful, it’s becoming very possible that he’s going to become the uncle of the famed Batkids and the stepbrother of THE Bruce Wayne AKA BATMAN HIMSELF. Clockwork DID make that suggestion out loud in retribution to his invisible moral support.

Motherfucker. Or, like, Butlerfucker.

But, you know: Experience, Adapt, and Repress the fuck out of it!

EAR for short.

Clockwork would disagree.

But fuck Clockwork. He disagrees with everything Danny does that might make everyone live in the wrong timeline.

Is it Danny’s fault that nature nurtures man? No. No, it isn’t!

Where was Danny going with this again?

Ah, right. Danny’s going to be an uncle now. And Bruce Wayne’s step brother. Well, emotional uncle and stepbrother.

No pressure....

Except, yeS PRESSURE.

His only experience in being a responsible figure is Dani, but Dani is so low maintenance, he doesn’t need to help her much except be her support. He’s not taking on responsibilities as Ghost King yet either because Clockwork managed to put together a council that would overlook the Ghost Zone while waiting for Danny to come of age.

Danny’s... he’s always been the baby, honestly. He’s been the baby brother. He’s been the baby in his group of friends (people would disagree, but this is what Danny feels. Sam and Tucker would have a friendship-divorce if he weren’t there. And who will Danny end up with if they have a friendship divorce?)

So, Danny goes to the number one person he knows would help him in being a responsible figure in his life: his sister, Jazz.

“Danny, you’re a kid. A 15 years old kid that’s living a normal life, at least from what they know,” she said, soothingly. They were both in her room, with Jazz painting his nails a pretty dark blue color, which would later be decorated with some really cool stars polish that Jazz found in the cosmetics store. “No one is going to expect you to be a responsible adult while you’re there to meet them.”

“I don’t think Clockwork told them my age,” he said. “And, even if Alfred met me, I bet he’s too in love to even think of telling them about me! I gotta prepare Jazz!”

Jazz moved on to the next hand. “Trust me, Danny,” she said, “if they’re the cool heroes they are, it really won’t matter if you can’t give them anything, or even have anything to impress them with. They’d just want you to be a kid. One they assume is living a normal life. Clockwork and Alfred are keeping quiet about the ghost thing, remember? So, they won’t even have the drama that comes with ghosts.”

Jazz was right.

And Danny sighs. “You’re right,” he said. “Maybe I’m just overthinking this.”

Jazz smiles. “It’s okay to think about this,” she said. “Clockwork has been very involved with your life, that you’re also becoming involved with his. He’s been the caring dad you’ve never had. Wanting to have a good impression on the family he’ll be committed to is normal.”

Once Jazz was finished with all his fingers, she went to shake the stars polish and open it.

Then, she went back to painting his nails.

“But if you really want to be on their good side, just be yourself, Danny,” she said. “Your naughty, space-loving self. Before you know it, you’ll all be getting along and dissing Clockwork like a good family together.”

Danny smiled. “Thanks Jazz,” he said.

Jazz kissed his cheek and hugged his head close to her chest. “No problem, Danny.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent with Danny painting Jazz’s nails in return.

*****

Currently, Danny was at Clockwork’s side, who was in his Horatio Clockwork form. He was holding a box of cake that he and Jazz picked together from the bakery - rectangular with a decoration of a clock with Alfred’s mustache in the middle.

He was nervous. But he was also excited. Jazz told him to be himself. So, himself he will be!

And so, they ring the doorbell at the gate.

There was a small beep after they rang. Then, some grunts and shouts were heard from the other side of the line.

“--Eat shit, Replacement---”

“--You imbeciles! Get off---”

“--Guys! Stop-- Oh, shit! Damian, NO!--”

“--Ugh! My inexistent spleen!--”

“--Hello, Bruce Wayne Speaking.”

Danny was smiling in amusement. He looked up to Clockwork, who also had an amused smile.

“Hello, Bruce,” greeted Clockwork.

“Hello, Cockwork,” Bruce said, with the most contemptuous tone Danny’s ever heard.

And... did he just call Clockwork ‘cockwork’?! HOLY SHIT. He loves his future emotional stepbrother already!

“Move aside, old man!” a voice that sounds like Jason said. “Hey, Horace! Lemme open the gate for you to get in!”

“Just don’t walk on the grass!” Tim’s voice said. “Alfred just watered them, and he’ll get pissed if someone walks on it!!”

That’s what they said, thought Danny. But both Danny and Clockwork knew the truth, there’s some serious security system at work targeted on the grass, and Bruce most likely doesn’t want to turn them off.

“We’ll keep that in mind,” said Clockwork, amusedly.

“We?” Dick’s voice asked.

But both knew that there are security cameras that the whole family could look from.

“Yes, ‘we’,” said Clockwork. “I brought Danny with me, today.”

By then, the gate opened... slowly... very slowly...

“GODDAMMIT, B! JUST OPEN THE FUCKING GATE!!” Jason screamed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Bruce, coolly. “We’ve been having some problems with it these past few days. The technician we called has also been very busy. We didn’t want to make ourselves a priority when other people needs their services more.”

“Understandable,” said Clockwork, just as cool. “Alfred did say that his son had a big heart, which shows very much.”

Danny made a quiet snort.

“Danny and I have no problem waiting out here. Luckily, I advised Danny to bring an umbrella and to wear an extra jacket in case the famous Gotham weather decides to pour on us. Danny gets cold very easily, you see.”

The gate opened faster.

Danny gave Clockwork the stink-eye.

“FUCKING FINALLY!” Jason said. “Come on inside, Horace! Danny! Al’s just getting ready!!”

Without another word, both Clockwork and Danny entered the Wayne estate.

*****

The beauty of Wayne manor feels different when you’re walking on two feet and not flying in the air. It felt more haunting when you’re not the ghost haunting it.

Once Clockwork and he finished climbing the steps, the door opened, revealing the youngest of the Wayne brothers: Damian Wayne.

He scanned Clockwork up and down, before giving a nod towards Danny. “Good day,” he said, straightening his posture and folding his hands behind his back, like what Alfred would do, amusingly. “I am Damian Wayne. Welcome to the Wayne Manor, Daniel Fenton.”

He’s... he’s so cute trying to be all formal and polite like that. Danny wanted to hug this kid and show him all the goodness in the world. Maybe even let him meet Cujo.

For now, Danny needs to start light. So, he raises the cake box. “I brought cake,” he said. “My sister and I bought it. It’s vegetarian AND it’s strawberry flavored.”

The young Damian nodded his head again, as if in approval. “Thank you, Daniel,” he said, reaching out to take the box. “I’ll have Timothy bring this to the kitchen so it may be kept in the fridge.”

“Don’t decide things for me, brat!” someone, Tim, shouted from the back.

Danny smiled at Damian. “Thanks,” he said. “And call me Danny. Daniel is what rich, old people who wants to marry my mom call me.”

Damian raised a brow.

“Well, since I do not want to marry your mother, I suppose I shall call you Danny.”

“Oh my god, is THAT what it takes to have the Demon Brat to call you so casually?”

“Awwww, are you jealous, Tim-o-thy???”

“One day, Damian will be calling me Dick, and I will be the happiest man alive.”

“Tt,” snapped Damian, who was glaring behind him. “Imbeciles, the lot of them.”

Then, he turned back to them. “Well then, Danny,” and a glare to the person beside him, “Clockwork. Do come inside.”

The doors opened wider, and Danny had gotten a human-eyed view of the Wayne Entryway. Marbled floor waxed and polished beautifully, a staircase that leads to the upper floors of the manor, a bunch of unsuspecting chandeliers just waiting to be swung on... And then, there’s the family. Five brothers, a sister and a father scanning Clockwork up and down. The tallest of the brothers, Jason, had a genuinely wide grin, walking up to clockwork with open arms.

The rest of the brothers were weirded out by Jason’s behavior.

Danny knew it was because this is usually the eldest’s, Dick’s, behavior. But, he could see the sharp glint in the young man’s eyes. Although he seemed the most welcoming, he is also the most suspicious. Not only because of Clockworks’ “intentions” with their favorite butler, but because Jason could sense the Ectoplasm off of him.

He could most probably sense Danny as well.

Clockwork and Danny had talked about this once. It has something to do with the Lazarus Pits. But Clockwork cannot simply remove the Lazarus’ influence on the young man. Danny, however, had free reign. As long as Danny is not directly influenced by Clockwork in his choices, Danny could use his powers to remove the Pits’ influence little by little.

Danny snapped out of his thoughts the moment Jason hugged Clockwork, as if they were long time friends. His brothers were still weirded out behind him. Cassandra, the sister, looked like she wanted to roll her eyes.

“Alfie’s almost done getting ready,” said Jason, as he pulled away. “He’s just trying to pick which bowtie to wear.”

“I’m sure no matter which bowtie he chooses, he would still be the most beautiful,” said Clockwork, causing Danny to cringe. Because not only had he said something so corny, Clockwork’s face turned from smug to downright dopey and in love. It’s a weird look. Danny doesn’t want to see it again.

Jason, while Clockwork wasn’t looking, also grimaced. But when Clockwork put his attention back to him, his megawatt smile of innocence came back full force.

Danny saw that Bruce was going to say something, but then a cough was heard form the top of the stairs. There stood Alfred, all dolled up in a fine suit. The moment Alfred and Clockwork made eye-contact, both stared lovingly into each other’s eyes.

Perhaps, to these two old timers, time was moving slowly as Alfred descended upon the stairs. To Danny, he just saw two cute, old dudes about to hug. But instead of hugging, they decided to have a chaste little kiss on the lips, Clockwork adding another one on Alfred’s cheek, as they held hands and giggled like the lovebirds they are.

It’s super cute.

It’s also super gross.

No one wants to see their parental figures being all lovey-dovey.

Danny took a look at Bruce. He had his arms crossed and brows furrowed as he tried to glare Clockwork to death. Of course, that was impossible. And even if it were, Clockwork is already in the immortal afterlife.

Clockwork held an arm out. “Shall we?”

Alfred took his arm. “We shall.”

Danny furrowed his brows. “Wait, are you guys going on a date??” he asked. Because he thought that he was going to be with Clockwork WHILE he tried bonding with his... future emotional step-brother, nephews, and niece. Not... Not abandoned and left to fend for himself!

“Why, yes, Danny,” said Clockwork, looking very amusedly at him. “I told you I had reservations today. You’re the one who said that you wanted to tag along.”

Danny crossed his arms, mimicking Bruce who hasn’t moved a single inch. “I will make sure that we throw tomatoes at your face during your wedding.”

“Now, we don’t know if there’s going to be a wedding,” said Bruce.

Danny raised a brow towards Bruce. “There’s going to be a wedding.” Because there were too many invitation cards already made on Clockwork’s table, all decorated by Danny himself. If these two don’t get married, he will make sure that Clockwork will get papercuts from all the cards Danny had made. He worked hard on those damn cards, he’s not going to let it go to waste!

“But no worries, dear future emotional step-brother,” said Danny, smiling towards Bruce, “while these old timers are away, we shall make a detailed plan on how we’re going to make this cockwork suffer at the hands of his children and grandchildren.”

Bruce hummed in thought. Then, after a few second, he dropped his arms and nodded towards Danny. “I shall get the meeting room prepared then.”

Danny smirked. “Perfect.”

Bruce then turned to Clockwork with a glare. “He needs to be back by 11 pm.”

Alfred rolled his eyes. “I’ll be fine, Master Bruce,” he said, stepping up to give Bruce a reassuring pat. And then a hug. “Do watch over the children while I’m gone.”

Bruce hugged Alfred back, and Danny swore he looked like he was going to cry. “Have fun Alfred,” he said, voice totally not wavering from how his chin was trembling. Danny took a peak at the other children, and they were all also in varying degrees of teary-eye. Wow. Clockwork is doomed if anything happens to Alfred. And Danny will be on the Batfamily’s side if that happens.

Sorry, Clockwork. But if it comes down to survival, siding with the Batfamily just seems like the obvious choice.

After Bruce, came the children. And after the children gave their warnings to Clockwork, and their farewells to Alfred, did Danny have all of their attention.

Danny smirked towards them. “So, where’s the meeting room?”

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scribblesofagoonerr · 3 months

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Cos' sometimes sleep isn't enough anymore | Inner Demons

⟫ Alphabet Challenge, C - Cos' sometimes sleep isn't enough anymore

Pairings: leah williamson x teen reader, arsenal wfc x teen reader

I guess I'm on a roll tonight? 3 parts posted so far, I'm not even sure how many parts this will end up with but, um, yeah, i hope you like this one and it's not to heavy to read.

Absolutely none of it's proof-read so yet again it could seem jumbled up or not even make sense but umm I can't sleep and my brain is overthinking at 4 am so this is the result of it :)

Thanks for all the continuous love and support on this so far!

Waking up in hospital, you think over your thoughts about what happened and wonder if you really did mean to do it?

tw: heavy angst, talks of SH, MH, suicide and death.

Bright lights and slow repetive beeps followed by the sterile smell of a hospital enrivoment.

That's how you knew it was bad when you woke up.

You really hadn't mean for it to get to that point though, you made the mistake of cutting deeper than you should have and now you have landed yourself in the hospital.

This was definitely not your smartest move you had pulled.

Something tells you it wouldn't be so easy to hide your pain behind a fake smile now.

You felt the wet tears covering your own hand along with the heavy weight of another body practically leaning on you.

"Geez, did somebody die in here or something?" Was the first words you spoke since you had fallen unconcious and of course, it was with your usual cocky teenage atttiude.

Dark humour has always been your go to, you hate to show any type of vulnerability.

"Y/N/N" Leah voice croaks in surprise as she sits bolt up right to look straight at you. "You're awake, finally!" she immediately breaks down into sobs again as she reaches towards you and wraps her arms around you.

"Yeah, I'm awake but there's no need to cry about it" You struck back with the same cocky atittude, that drove your team mates crazy but loved you never the less. "Seriously though, did someone die? Cos' you're crying that much right now that I'm begining to think so" you note, hiding your own pain behind the smile.

Just keep smiling, nobody will ask questions.

Everyone will think you're fine.

"Seriously, Y/N?" Leah is quick to smack you around the back of the head as she's now giving you one of her famous glares, one that you knew all too well. "You scared me to death, you little shit!" she admits, showing her vunerability.

"Ow. Ow-- Hey, you can't hit me, I'm fragile right now" You can't help but pout and hope for sympathy from the older blonde girl.

"Fragile, huh? You seem fine enough to be making jokes" Leah remarks as she continues to glare at you.

"Come on, you know that dark humour is the way to go sometimes Le" You grin at the blonde, who doesn't seem to have the same idea.

See? Totally easy to hide your pain.

Leah just stares at you in disbelief you're really cracking jokes right now, "You're unbelieve sometimes, Y/F/N" she mutters aloud.

"Uh oh, your using my full name, am I in trouble now?" You can't help to continue with your cocky, I don't give a shit attitude never the less you had worried all of your team mates like you did.

"Right now I'm just glad that you're alive," Leah admits as she rewraps her arms around you and squeezes you gently. "But if you ever scare me like that again then we'll be having a very different conversation!" she tells you, sternly.

"Okay" You wince slightly as the tightness of the hug that the blonde was very reluctant to let go off you. "Seriously, Le. I'm fine now, why are you still crying so much?" You ask, confused.

"I'm crying because I... I thought I had really lost you this time" Leah speaks her thoughts aloud as she still holds onto you like you would disappear all over again. "When I found you, like the... like the way I did, I thought you was going to die" she adds in, quietly.

Your own amused smile starts to falter as you glance down at the bandages wrapped around your arm. "I'm sorry... I am really sorry for scaring you like that" You apologise quietly, starting to realise the seriousness of it all.

You must've had all of your team mates so worried and right now you were only acting like a total jackass about it.

"I was so scared" Leah replies as she pulls away from hugging you before she readjusts to move onto the bed beside you. "There was so much blood, Y/N/N. I... I thought when we arrived at the hospital, it would be too late and I'd be saying goodbye to you instead" she explains, swallowing the lump that formed in her throat.

Shit, why did I go and do that? I've made Leah almost have a nervous break down.

How could you be so selfish? You didn't deserve the love you recieved from your team mate.

"I bet the bathrooms' a right bloody mess now then" You can't help the comment that slips out of your mouth.

Once again, dark humour is a key to hiding the reality of pain.

Leah clicks her tongue at your comment, although she can tell exactly what you're doing now.

You had been doing it all this long so easily, it was just that nobody realised it.

"Why didn't you tell me that it was getting bad again?" The blondes' question is something that catches you off guard.

Guilt-striken to hear her words, you found sudden interest with the crisp white sheets currently covering you.

There was a lot of things that you could have said, but would she want to hear any of it?

Nobody can help me with the way I feel,

I'm so tired,

I wanted to relieve the pain, I wanted a way out.

All of the questions racing through your mind, you actually began to wonder if you had cut yourself that deep on purpose? Did your own selfishness overshadow any other feelings inside of you.

The battle with your inner demons was just too much sometimes, you was just so exhausted now.

So, why couldn't you have just been left to die instead?

"What's going on inside your head, Y/N/N?" Leah's next question brought you out of your dark thoughts. "Talk to me, you know that I'm here to listen" she states with a gentle tone of voice.

Although the next words that you speak are nothing that she can be prepared to hear.

"I think... I think I wanted to die, I wanted an out on life" Your voice quivers as you admit the truth to the blonde, finally.

"W... What?" Leah looks at you with a mixture of shock and hurt.

"I'm so tired, Le-- I'm just so fuckin' tired. I... I can't do this anymore" You express your feelings as you feel yourself tearing up.

It was as if Leah hadn't quite regestered the words you had said, or she had but she refused to believe that you actually did want to try and kill yourself.

"The girls all went to get coffee, um I think that all of the girls will be back soon though" The blonde tells you quietly as she wraps her free arm around you and gives you a small smile.

Denial, it was so easy to pretend there wasn't anything to read into with your most recent confession.

"Leah--"

"I bet they'll be happy to know that you're awake now" Leah cut you off as she continues to give you that weary smile, you weren't sure if she was now clutching onto you a bit tighter in fear of you pulling another stunt like you did.

"Leah, didn't you hear me? I said I wanted to die!" You shout loud enough for her to suck in a sharp breath.

"I heard you, Y/N/N-- I heard you, I saw you, I... I was there for it all. I was the one who found you in the bathroom; You was lay in a pool of your own blood while you were slipping in and out of unconciousness" Leah broke her game of where she didn't pretend you as she turned to face you, you had her whole attention now. "I sat there, pressing a god-damn towel against your cuts, praying that you would make it and you... you tell me that you want to die? You don't get to die. You can't, we need you-- Damn it Y/N, I need you! Y... You're my family! So you don't get to tell me you want to die!" she tells you, the shake in her voice so evident that she's close to tears again.

"What? You... You want to die?" Beth broke the tense silence as she has a distraught look on her face.

"Do you really mean that?" Lia questions as her eyes widen in shock.

Neither you or Leah realise that some of the older girls had made their way back to your room, when they arrived they were delighted with the realisation that you were now finally awake after the long 24 hours but that quickly turned into shock and hurt when they heard Leah's words so boldly, that even the patients down the hall probably would've heard.

"I do, I did... I don't know. I'm tired, I can't... I can't keep doing this anymore" You admit out loud for every single one of them to hear.

You hear the blonde beside you suck in another sharp breath as she keeps her arm firmly attached round your shoulder.

The confession is left hanging in the air, leaving a tense feeling and it was suddenly so quiet that in the room that you were certain that you would even be able to hear a pin drop.

Nobody utters a word, a state of shock written across each one of their faces.

"Sometimes sleep isn't enough when it's my soul that's tired" You tell them, leaving them all stood there grief-stricken with the realisation that you really had been struggling for longer than you wanted to admit.

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temnurus · 9 months

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Wangxian Top Ten Fic Recs

So. I got into MDZS/The Untamed back in February, & I've sort of fallen into a Wangxian black hole from which I am not sure I will ever emerge. Thusly, I've been reading a ton of Wangxian fanfiction lately & have acquired quite a few favorites. Naturally I had to eventually compile a rec list lest I combust with all the barely suppressed love I have for this ship.

Now you lucky people get to reap the benefits of all my hard work because not only have I ranked my top ten, I am also including a bunch of honorable mentions because I'm ridiculous & have no self restraint because I'm such a kind & generous person. Note that the honorable mentions are not ranked & are listed in no particular order.

Fair warning, all of these recs are rated Explicit because I enjoy either a sprinkling or a flood of adult content with my fics. It's far from the focus of many of them, but it's there to varying degrees in each. Also, some of these fics cover some heavy content that may be triggering for some folks, so please do mind the tags & any authors' notes for your own peace of mind.

And with no further adieu, onto the recs!

1. Scars Where They Used to Be by CwythanWind (E, 58,467)

Thoughts: I lost count of how many times I cried in this fic. It was gorgeous in every sense of the word. The characterizations were phenomenal. Wei Ying’s pain was palpable, & the pining was agonizing. Lan Zhan conveying his love through poetry made me sob like a baby twice. The prose was just that beautiful. I can’t recommend this enough. As soon as I finished it I knew it was going to become my favorite Wangxian fic, & nothing has managed to top it yet.

2. Beneath Your Skin by Wrenwolf (E, 147,201)

Thoughts: I was sold on tattoo artist Wei Ying from the word go, haha, but Lan Zhan as an antiques dealer was also surprisingly on point. I go on about characterization a lot in these recs, but I have to tell you that Lan Zhan's here is one of my absolute favorites. I felt like I'd crawled into his skin & was just living there right along with him. And don't get me started on Wei Ying in this fic. I just.. fuck, I cried so much, y'all, & it was incredibly cathartic. Nie Huaisang was my favorite side character in this, & they were an absolute BAMF! You can't go wrong with this one. It's just stunning.

3. Pentimento. by orange_crushed (E, 72,966)

Thoughts: This fic was full of sentiment: regrets, longing, & so, so nostalgic. The love of art was apparent & beautifully on display here, & it added a richness to the whole thing. I cried several times during this from the empathy I had for both Lan Zhan's & Wei Ying's experiences (can you sense a theme with my favorites making me overly emotional? lol). The tone got heavy in places, but it didn't feel graphic or overwhelming at any point for me. The writing was just fantastic, & I've enjoyed a few more of the author's fics since I read this one.

4. i'm gonna drown when you wake up by teenjiism (E, 51,752)

Thoughts: I related to this fic on several levels because both characters are portrayed as neurodivergent in ways that felt very authentic, & I rarely see it done as well as it was here. I have ADHD, & Wei Ying's headspace felt extremely familiar, ha. Lan Zhan & Wei Ying's friendship was so lovely here, too. I adored their easy intimacy & how they were each other's favorite person before Wei Ying even realized he was in love with Lan Zhan. Oh yes, this is another fantastic oblivious Wei Ying/One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again fic. The pining was perfect, & the overall sweetness of their relationship made this a very floaty/happy reading experience for me, personally.

5. Nothing But Trouble by brooklinegirl (E, 60,318)

Thoughts: Continuing with the theme of One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again, this was a hilarious & heady fake dating scenario fic. His cluelessness reached new heights in this one, & I about died when he came up with the idea that naturally he & Lan Zhan should practice things like kissing for authenticity's sake. (Oh Wei Ying, you sweet summer child... he kills me; can you tell?) I loved how matter-of-fact Lan Zhan was about the whole thing, too. I laughed a lot during this fic. I even blushed a couple of times, too! Highly enjoyable & a must-read for me.

6. you've ruined my life (by not being mine) by cicer (E, 132,713)

Thoughts: None of the parents in this fic are doing a good job, but hey, they didn't in canon either, in my not-so-humble opinion. It's not what I focused on in the fic, but the tags certainly amused me. I haven't come across many texting fics in MDZS, so this was a pleasant & welcome surprise. The whole fic wasn't done through texting, but their text exchanges were SO CUTE. Lan Zhan texted exactly how I thought he would in this, & it made me laugh every time. The pining was lovely, & when they finally got to see each other in person again in New York I was glued to my computer until I finished the fic. I adored the tone of this one. It was great & just a really fun read.

7. and so my heart beats wildly by lily_winterwood (E, 106,435)

Thoughts: This was one of the most original modern AUs I've seen & featured competitive cultivation that had a Hunger Games meets professional figure-skating competition vibe. It was wild, but it made sense when I read it, I promise. The author was very good at fleshing out their world, & I was fascinated by the concept. Wei Ying once again failed to notice Lan Zhan was in love with him, & his confusion over their interactions never failed to entertain me. I never get tired of their dynamic, y'all, & it was just perfect here. I highly recommend this one.

8. Falling to the Rhythm by Selenay (E, 128,916)

Thoughts: Ever seen So You Think You Can Dance or Strictly Come Dancing? This was basically that but Wangxian! Wei Ying was stunning as a professional dancer being handed a socially awkward, concert violinist Lan Zhan & having to teach him to dance in front of the nation for 12 weeks, & I absolutely loved Lhan Zhan in this. He was precious. The sexual tension during some of the dances was electrifying, & watching them fall in love over the course of the filming of the show was a delight to read.

9. Two Dollar Coffee by marizousbooty (E, 145,286)

Thoughts: I almost fell out of my chair laughing because how do you acquire an accidental sugar daddy?! Well, if you read this fic, you'll find out. One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again! Yeah, it's one of my favorite AO3 tags, so sue me, lol. The sex was obviously one of the highlights, which I am known to enjoy in a fic (don't judge me, Puritans), but it certainly wasn't the only thing that was well written here. I loved everything about this from beginning to end.

10. things that make it warm by yabakuboi (E, 33,327)

Thoughts: This fic hurt my feelings, not gonna lie. I cried ugly tears at the break up, but I've always had a hard time with reconciliation fics. It was very worth it, however. The way the fic covered their relationship growing & changing over time was very compelling, & a highlight of this for me was Wei Ying's relationship with the Wens, particularly A'Yuan. It was very sweet amongst an ocean of angst, haha. I read this in the span of a couple hours. Just couldn't be torn away. If you're a sucker for angst with a happy ending, then you might want to check this one out.

Honorable Mentions

The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 70,972)

Thoughts: This was so heartwarming I couldn't stop smiling over how adorable it was. Kid fics aren't typically a favorite of mine, but I do enjoy a really good one every now & then. This was one of the best I've read, to be honest. A'Yuan was the sweetest little angel, & he was so cute with Wei Ying spazzing out about every aspect of his care. Lan Zhan being the quiet, responsible source of reason & support was expected but of course always a welcome addition to the mix. Accidental Baby Acquisition isn't a tag I'd seen before, but it's a new favorite when it comes to Wangxian getting to be surprise parents together, haha.

undone (the spreadsheet song) series by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 282,452)

Thoughts: This is a two part series that tells the same story from each love interest’s point of view, a la Rivals by Reiya in the YoI fandom, which is one of my favorites of all time. Similarly, this story is also phenomenally written. I was sucked in immediately & read both fics over the span of like 3 days. I actually read Lan Zhan’s POV fic (the second in the series) in a single day. I was spellbound by the whole thing, couldn’t get enough. I highly recommend this. The characterizations are incredible, & the emotions are so intense I couldn’t help but feel everything right along with each of them as the story progressed.

My only word of caution is that if you have a hard time reading about Wangxian being intimate with people other than each other you might want to skim/skip those sections of the second fic like I had to. The author makes it fairly easy by giving a heads up in the author’s notes at the beginning of each chapter in which that occurs, which I very much appreciated.

Many happy returns. by orange_crushed (E, 25,470)

Thoughts: This fic started with a very serendipitous first meeting between businessman Lan Zhan & Wei Ying, who he mistook for the (non-sexual) escort he'd hired for the evening. I nearly died of mortification right along with poor Lan Zhan when he figured out his mistake. Him confessing this to Wei Ying was painfully awkward & hurt my heart, but fear not! We all know I can't handle a fic without an eventual happy ending, haha. Watching their instant connection develop into something more was such a treat. I loved this fic quite a lot for it being a quicker read for me.

Multiphonics by androkastia (E, 63,705)

Thoughts: Wei Ying was such a lovable disaster in this (as he often is, bless him). Him & Lan Zhan both being in the orchestra was a fun idea, & I loved the author's choice of the harp for Lan Zhan's instrument. I thought it was very different from the usual violin or cello choice I've seen previously but still suited him perfectly. I also loved his overall characterization, down to his fashion sense being tastefully eclectic when his style is usually portrayed as very stuffy & conservative. I really enjoyed this college/university AU, & I've read quite a few of them at this point. So obviously this one stood out.

No Compasses, No Signs by brooklinegirl (E, 36,041)

Thoughts: Ah, finally! A soulmate fic. A Temnurus rec list really wouldn't be complete without at least one. This was a modern AU, which made it especially fun when their soul bond inexplicably manifested as they literally collided with each other on the sidewalk. It was painful watching them fumble for answers to why they suddenly knew things about each other they had no way of knowing only moments before, but the sweet conclusion made it more than worth the temporary angst.

A Haunting Love by Selenay (E, 64,621)

Thoughts: This was another very unique modern with magic AU, & I was nervous because Wei Ying was a ghost haunting Lan Zhan's new house in the quiet little town he moved to in order to write his next novel. Naturally Lan Zhan became ensnared by the mystery surrounding Wei Ying's departure. This had a very romantic feel to it, intensely poetic in a way that I found very alluring. There were even thriller-esque moments towards the end of the story, so it had a bit of everything, all of it equally satisfying to read.

love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360,042)

Thoughts: This was an example of a cool MDZS-specific trope I hadn't seen before, & in it Wei Ying, the infamous Yiling Patriarch, was a cultivator who had achieved immortality (aka, he's OP as fuck but in a fun way). The great sects enlisted his help to win the Sunshot Campaign, & what did he demand in return? Lan Zhan's hand in marriage, of course! It was a fantastic slow burn in which poor Lan Zhan suffered the mortifying ordeal of falling in love with his own husband. An amazing & complex plot, chock-full of angsty goodness.

a place to hide (can't find one near) by yiqie (E, 76,091)

Thoughts: I'm giving y'all a heads up first thing that this fic pulled no punches when it came to the heavier subject matter covered in the tags & author's note. Some of the descriptions were fairly graphic, so please take care of yourselves when considering this one. That said, it was a powerful portrayal of someone suffering from mental health issues & the long & often complicated journey of healing. This one also happened to contain a love story so beautiful that I was brought to tears several times by Lan Zhan's patient & loving care for his most important person, nevermind all the times I cried at the sad parts! I found the emotional cost of those very much worth the payoff of their happy ending, which is why I just had to include this one.

Just You, Just Me (Just Us, Just We) by wincechesters (E, 19,777)

Thoughts: Lan Zhan thought his brother made him an appointment at an acupuncturist & was aghast when he discovered it was for a session with a professional cuddler instead! Enter Wei Ying, gratuitous cuddle therapy, & his usual chaotic charm. Poor Lan Zhan being so overwhelmed while also becoming hopelessly besotted made me laugh, bless his fragile little heart. This was an adorable & light-hearted fic that made me want to go back & reread it almost immediately, haha.

my age has never made me wise by idrilka (E, 63,439)

Thoughts: I absolutely loved this. It was pretty CQL (The Untamed) compliant & told the post-canon story of Wei Ying wandering alone as a rogue cultivator after the events of the show. Of course he was pining after his zhiji the entire time, so when he heard gossip that the Chief Cultivator might be married by summer's end it nearly undid him. The angst was excruciating, but at the same time, One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again fics somehow always manage to be fun at the same time. I've read several post-canon, wandering Wei Ying stories, & this one was particularly good.

#mdzs #the untamed #wangxian #lan zhan #wei ying #lan wangji #wei wuxian #wangxian fic rec #one brain cell wwx is the best y'all #i love him sm #all of these are smutty #sorry not sorry #and the angst #oh god the angst #pls bring tissues #Temnurus rec list

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andorskenobi · 1 year

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The Last Time | J. Seresin

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!Reader

Summary: a night at Jake's house that ends in a difficult conversation neither of you want to have, but you can't take the off and on anymore

Warnings: angst, sad, this is based off a taylor swift song if that helps, no use of y/n

A/N: i've learned i can't make anything happy this is sad

WC: 1,193

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You aren't sure why you ended up on Jake's doorstep standing face to face with him, but here you were. It's like your brain was hardwired to come here when you were upset, all roads led to him. Jake didn't say anything, he didn't need to. You stood there soaked from the rain that was pouring around you, Jake watching you. Suddenly, everything felt better with his eyes on you, better enough for you to feel comfortable breaking down in front of him.

You couldn't even explain what was wrong with you if someone asked, but here you stood in front of Jake breaking down from some unknown pressure. He brought you inside, his arms wrapping around you pulling you into his chest where you sobbed. You hated yourself for allowing your emotions to get the better of you, but in his arms you felt safe enough to let everything off your chest.

If you allowed yourself to think longer in this state you could recall every time you had asked Jake to be more, to be someone you could home. You knew deep down that was the reason for your sudden onset of tears. All you wanted was for him to put you first, for you to even be an option in his life.

In the beginning you were okay with the whole "no relationship" thing, you had just gotten out of a long-term relationship and needed time to heal from that, you had never meant to love Jake. But you did and that would be your downfall. It would always end with you asking him for more than he could give, yet you couldn't leave and you couldn't let him go.

Jake suddenly pulled back to look at your face, his hands on either cheek. You felt his thumbs wipe the tears from your eyes before they could fall again. Again he said nothing, just looking at you with an emotion you couldn't decipher.

"You're freezing." That was all he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. Without another word he took your hand and lead you to his bedroom. Where he left you standing as he went into his bathroom, returning with just a towel. You stood there watching his every move, silent tears falling from your eyes. You couldn't understand why he cared so much, yet so little at the same time.

"Can I?" His hand was resting at the hem of your shirt. You nodded in response understanding what he was asking. Jake slowly pulled your wet shirt over your head. He was respectful about it, his eyes never leaving yours as he dried your upper half with the towel he'd taken from his bathroom. He replaced your shirt with one of his own, his scent suddenly overwhelming your nostrils causing your heartrate to spike.

After Jake had gotten you into dry clothing he sat you down on the edge of his bed. Still you didn't speak, you just sat there looking at your hands.

"What's wrong?" The softness of his voice almost hurt to hear.

"I can't keep doing this." Jake's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Doing what?"

"Asking for you to give me more. It feels like every time I have to ask a part of me shuts down. I just need more." You sighed, finally looking at him. His expression confused you, it was almost one of hurt.

He sighed, rubbing his hand across his face before resting his head in his hands. You knew this was the side of Jake people rarely saw, the vulnerable side. It was selfish of you to love him as much as you did when he couldn't love you the same.

"I don't know how to give you more, and I don't want to hurt you." His voice was low, muffled by his hands as he spoke.

"I'm already hurting Jake." You sighed before continuing, "I won't ask again, this is the last time I am asking you this."

You could see the pain etched on his face, and that's when you realized this was hurting both of you. You scooted closer to him, placing your arm around his back and resting your chin on his shoulder.

Jake turned his head to look at you, the light reflecting off of the tears on his cheeks, "I don't want to hurt you anymore."

"Then have me, all of me. Don't just have the parts of me that you need at that given time, and give me all of you. I want to be able to wake up with you and go to sleep with you, and to be able to tell my parents about you. I want to be able to tell you how I feel when I feel it and not have to stuff those three words deeper down into the back of my mind. I want all of you Jake, not just the parts of you it's convenient to give."

"I want to give you all of me, but I'm scared." Jake's voice broke as he spoke, making the tears in your eyes fall quicker than they were before.

"You fly planes for a living Jake, what could you possibly be scared of?"

"That, that is exactly what I am scared of, my job doesn't always hold the promise of me making it home, and I don't want you to have to worry about whether or not I make it home okay." Jake moved so he could look at you. You just shook your head, bringing your hand up to wipe the tears from your eyes.

"God, Jake. You don't get it, I already worry about you making it home safe. I worry myself sick when you're deployed. You keeping me at an arms distance doesn't protect me from that worry, I'll always worry about you." You put your hands on either side of his face, "You can't protect me from the fact that I love you."

You couldn't even process what was happening next, you just felt Jake's hand on your neck and his lips on yours. You could taste the salt on his lips from the tears. The kiss said the words that he couldn't, somehow telling you everything he wanted you to know. You were the first to break away from the kiss, resting your forehead on his own and keeping your eyes closed.

"I promise this is the last time I hurt you." You nodded, a smile spreading across your lips in understanding of the deeper meaning behind his words.

You closed the gap between the two of you, laying your back on the bed as you did, giving yourself away to him completely. Though he didn't say the words out loud he did everything he could to show you that he felt the same, he was just afraid to say it in fear it would only make things worse.

Only in the peak of your shared pleasure did he finally whisper the words into your ear for only you to hear. And again as you laid comfortably in his arms, your head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, "I love you too."

#hangman x reader #hangman x reader top gun #hangman x you #jake hangman seresin #hangman top gun #jake seresin #hangman seresin #hangman x y/n #top gun maverick #tgm #jake hangman x reader #hangman angst #hangman seresin x reader

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dirtyoldmanhole · 7 months

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@/damoselcastel was kind enough to show me a bunch of the FE:Fates visual works artbook pages the other day!

and because i am continuing to be .... brain rotted (lol) ... grabbed a copy since there was more than a few relevant pages/official artworks, and wanted to have a high res/color corrected version of these pages for art refs to slap on my reference boards! if i'm looking at them every day now for the past three months they better be accurate!!!

anyway! it came TODAY!!! :D :D pakidge

IT WASN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO COME UNTIL THE END OF THE MONTH AAAAA

god dang this thing is THICK, now this is what i call a proper artbook! a little hard to see here but you can see by both the front and the spine that it's a chonker -- the two tellius artbooks combined are thicker but they're also a bit smaller elsewhere.

rest is under the cut b/c it's me promptly going feral :P

(and seeing who's on the spine ahhh!!! honestly that's really cool and super appropriate given his subtle plot/character relevance?! super fucking cool to keep seeing nintendo nod at him in symbolically relevant places, but not too overtly )

SPEAKING OF I SHIT YOU NOT GUESS WHICH SPREAD THIS THING FELL TO FIRST

I SHIT

YOU

NOT--

stone cold, swear to you, straight up didn't intend that but this was literally me irl then:

:')))))))))

(also HE GETS A WHOLE SPREAD???? and a turnaround?!!!!!! even freaking corrin's nohr noble design gets like an EIGHTH of the page

gunter gets treated SO WELL in this artbook i'm on the floor trying not to sob like i'm sixteen again and begging for any zihark scraps

also this is so much more high res than what's on my reference board the nitpicky artist in me is literally crying for joy about FINALLY HAVING A HIGH RES REFERENCEEEEEEEEEEE

also what the fuck the architecture is so cool???????????

THE WORLDBUILDING I AM WILDING

for real tho i remember my first conquest playthrough my jaw was on the FLOOR being genuinely amazed at how cool the worldbuilding was especially on the nohrian side with the gothic vibe and y'all don't know how useful this is going to be to replicate nohrian motifs in all of my drawings/probable comics/doujinshi/etc.

[foams at mouth]

this artbook also covers EVERYTHING

like there's a healthy amount of character work , but there's also enemy designs (always thought fate's enemy designs were unusually kickass, like some of these folks could be outright characters themselves), the architecture stuff above....

my room lines....

OH MY GOD THIS MEANS I HAVE A THIRD SET OF TRANSLATIONS I CAN CROSS REFERENCE TO FUCK YES

sorry for shitty blurriness it's just me vibrating in excitement lmao i'll upload it in the high res chunk

.....

hellooooo sir~~~~

(you knew i was going to be posting that shot >:D )

his possession CGI gets a full fucking page too ajlsjsjkskjhhjshjg

HE GETS TREATED SO GOOD HERE Y'ALL, SO MANY FULL PAGES???????????? is this what it's like to be brain rotted over a major character i will never know the feeling lul

(there's actually at least two other gunter fullbody artworks in here, those have already been scanned/uploaded properly by others so i won't post 'em here unless y'all want em!

and then lastly!

to finish it off, god this cover progress is so cool, kozaki knows what he's doing.

and i'm pretty sure gunter's linework gets changed halfway through, his expression's somewhat different than on the final! and i'll be posting that along with the other high res/cleaned up scans! just need to figure out if my scanner's gonna do a better job than my phone or vice versa.

[tries to stay composed] [fails]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

#meta

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ignoremeimnothere · 2 years

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Pity Party For One

Editors Note: HELLO, I am new to Tumblr and after silently reading gorgeous stories for a month or two now I finally got the taste for wanting to write again. I am not great, it is a skill I am desperate to improve so to help me with this, if you have a request don't hesitate to give me a go. I'm a pretty dark person so nothing is off limits apart from smut (I am physically incapable of writing it) but practically nothing else. I think my two main people to write for currently are Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans but am open to other characters they've worked with if I know enough about that person. I guess we'll have to see how this goes. Anyways, enjoy this godawful drabble, feedback WELCOME.

It was currently 3 AM. Most of the city was asleep, apart from you, sat on the rooftop basking in the peace. You had barely slept for weeks now. Your brain is way too busy to let you rest, and when you did you were plagued with the wildest dreams. This had become your little night time ritual, when you were sure the rest of the hotel were asleep you would sneak onto the communal rooftop only accessible to those on the top floor (your current co-workers) and think, cry or write your feelings out.

Life is weird right now. Big changes happen regularly and it’s hard to keep up. Your last project took a year to film, a drama where your co-star was Chris Evans. It was your first big film and over the period, a lot of drama happened in your family life too, causing you to find a family within the cast and crew who you adored. The film wrapped months ago, the idea of press eased your worries a bit, knowing you had some more time to be with some familiar faces but that would soon come to an end and you couldn't settle the anxiety storming your mind.

Tonight was particularly bad, you’d been spiralling all day and itching to get to this part of your day. You had nothing lined up after this job and that nothingness was worrying as it usually triggered a big bout of depression. This cycle was something you were overly aware of, try as you might to avoid it, it’s not always the easiest to have continual work as an actress, things take a long time. Most relish in the breaks they get, not you.

Attempts to be silent were ruined by your sniffling, your shoulders jumping as you choked on a sob. You were extremely emotional tonight, tears appearing ever since you bid goodnight to Chris, your neighbour. You were aware he could appear anytime but he hadn’t previously, you knew he slept like a log. But you had to have some composure while here as the patio doors connecting the bedroom to the outdoors were surprisingly thin in Paris.

You lean back, doing whatever breathing exercises that come to mind and focus on the sleeping city below you. Being awake in the middle of the night was always the weirdest and most freeing feeling. The only noise is an occasional car rev, drunken calls of ‘bonne nuit’ and mopeds running around. You take it in, it’s always lovely being in Europe. Eventually your breathing calms, accepting your emotions you just look on with tears pooling down your cheeks.

‘Babe?’

You jump a mile, arms instinctively wiping your face as you wait for him to walk into your sight. Chris picks your legs up and sits in front of you on the bench, propping them back down but keeping hold of them.

‘Hey’ He smiles sympathetically, one arm over your bare legs, the other lightly grabbing your forearm.

‘Hey’ You barely muster a whisper, your throat scratched from your pity party.

‘Are you okay?’

‘I’m good’ You force a smile, meeting his eyes.

‘She says with tears down her face’

‘I’m an actress, it’s just drama’ You work on clearing your face, soaked sleeves rubbing over your sore cheeks and tucking your hair behind your ears.

He shakes his head disapprovingly. Another silence fills the air. The sadness radiates affecting him too.

‘What's wrong stink?’ The affectionate name opens your flood gates.

‘Just overthinking, as usual’ You hate seeing him sad. ‘I’ll be fine I’m just having a minute’

His face told you that he didn't believe you at all. ‘It’s not like I’m next door for when you need me’

You scoffed. ‘Chris I’m a grown woman, I can deal with myself. Anyway the tours almost up, you’ll be free of me soon’

‘Doesn’t mean I wont be here for where you need me’

‘Doesn't mean you’ll still be next door’.

Chris huffed. He turns back to the city, thinking of what to say next.

You didn't want to put him in this position, being comforted wasn't a comfortable experience for you ironically. You adored Chris and cringed at the idea of bringing his mood down to match yours, he shouldn't even be awake. To escape the situation you decided it was time to call it a night.

‘Let’s get back to bed, we need our beauty sleep for the cameras’ You meant it as a joke but you were too exhausted to say it in a comical way. Instead climbing off Chris you make your way to your room. You turn to wish him a good night for the second time that evening only to bump into his chest. Silently, he gently ushers you forward, closing the patio doors behind him.

You decide you’re too tired to protest, instead you climb into bed waiting to be joined before making yourself comfortable. You end up getting spooned by Chris, as your breathing starts to slow you hear him softly speak.

‘Whatever it is, it’ll pass. He kissed your head while you let out a sigh. ‘You’ll be okay’.

You begin to cry again, Chris just holds you and that's how you fall asleep.

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #requests open #comfort fluff #chris evans fluff #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan

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the-insomniac-emporium · 2 years

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J Watches Arcane: Ep. 5, Random Thoughts/Play-By-Play

Still can't sleep, so the marathon continues! Hopefully my increasingly uncomfortable sleep deprivation doesn't impair my ability to make dumb jokes. This one is also very long, to the point I almost split it in two. Again, lots of these aren't important thoughts or whatever, and I'm sure plenty of folks won't find 90% of this interesting... but it's mainly for myself, so... ya know

(0:54) Look, I don't care about guns in any way, except for one single one, because it makes the most satisfying sound in the entire world when you're reloading it (specifically when the magazine comes out, iirc, but also again I don't know anything about guns so pardon me if that's not the right term). I heard it in a video game once, got curious, googled it to see if it really makes that sound, found out it does, and now the M1 Garand is the only gun I give a shit about.

Cait's gun doesn't make the exact sound, obvs, but for a brief second it was close enough that my brain went ! also the design of the weapon has similar aesthetics (I mean, a lot of older rifles look a lot like the M1, but idk, feels more than just something necessitated by the nature of the weapon) and I guess what I'm saying is that it's a pretty gun

(1:35) I am so glad to see Grayson again, even though it's just a flashback! I thought she was very interesting in Act 1, and I was real sad she got killed off (especially so off-handedly, ya know?).

(3:35, "uh, they all do, how could anyone not know that?") I am assuming that Marcus has been taking steps to ensure that Cait stays away from any actual important work, but it does kinda surprise me that she seems so surprised at the mention of Silco? Doesn't really feel like skinny-boy has been playing Trencher King with any sort of subtlety. Then again, how often do folks from Piltover pay Zaun any mind? Ah, right, basically just when someone causes trouble

(5:00~) I don't think I'll ever not be heartbroken about the shit Vi has been through at Stillwater, and I have to wonder what's going through her head when Cait is the first (Piltie) person in years to not beat the shit out of her. How long does it take for Vi to get rid of that paranoia, you know? Does she wonder if this is just some particularly elaborate "chat", like the warden mentions? I just want to hug her, my dudes

(7:30~) so Vander was a DILF (as in I'd like to f*ck, metaphorically cuz I'm ace), and Marcus is a DILF (as in I'd like to FIGHT). I mean, I get that there are some complications, considering his daughter (and I saw something implying the mother is dead, and I wonder if maybe part of why he made that first deal with Silco was cuz the money might help with the situation? was the mother sick, maybe?), and the fact that he did technically save Vi's life (even if he did so in a way that led to her getting beat to shit in prison, over and over, for years

But, ya know, mostly just want to fight him

(9:36) I am going to laugh about Marcus' "oh shit. oh no. not good" face for about ten years, probably. I am imagining that this is literally the first thing he went to do after that talk with Silco, and the timing is just MWAH

(10:02) :( my boy. wondering if this is the moment that really sparks his decision to use Hextech to counter his declining health

(10:40) Not sure if I've mentioned it before, but one of my favorite things, both in romantic and platonic situations, is listening to someone infodump to me about something that they know a lot about (even if I also know some, but especially if I don't have a clue), and now I just want to chill with Jinx while she explains the intricacies of mad science to me, even if half the terms she uses aren't technical at all, but just what she personally refers to things as. Also might use part of this scene as inspo for my OC, oops

(11:09) back to sobbing full force :((((((((((

Paragragh break again for formatting reasons<3

(11:41, "too risky") oh my god, Vi, you are incredible, perfect, I love you. Jumping off an edge without a second thought to how the Piltie enforcer escorting you will react. I love her so much. But also, like, I know some skills last for life... but how is she still so good at this, when she just got out of prison?... Seriously though, if you recall Cait's rough landing from the last episode, watching Vi and noting the contrast (she rolls with the landings, or slides, never lets herself come to a hard stop), it's just a beautiful display of how to correctly Parkour<3

Also, you know that half of this is just Vi going "holy shit I am out of prison" and freaking out about getting to actually run and jump and move around for once<3

(13:07) LMAO, love that the hobbling lady we saw earlier made it to the bottom at the same time poor Cait did

(18:15) Tries her very hardest, does insanely good, and still gets a shy just score of Vi's record. There's some subtext/symbolism here, isn't there? "Vi could do better at half your age" "there are just some things you can't do, Powder" "you aren't a fighter". Can't get any rest with ghosts like that

(19:20ish) Uh, hey Mel, your "girlboss gaslight gatekeep" or whatever is showing. Is everything she does part of the Game (to compare Piltover politics to Dragon Age ones)? Does she "help" Jayce succeed because he's her favorite player, or is he her favorite player because he can succeed? This is why Mel caught my interest so quick in Act 1, but is also why her and I would probably never actually get along. I don't have any qualms with dancing my way around feelings and bullshitting my way into things, but it's not about winning, it's about survival and keeping the playing field even. Not that even the worst of my shenanigans could ever actually hold a candle to Mel's, just that when you feel a desperate need for everyone to like you, and you find that people often do, a few nudges can keep sides from snapping at each other. To put it plainly: I tried to be a peacekeeper (but still find myself having to pull away from playing puppeteer like I tried to when I was young). Mel doesn't seem to have any grand morals behind her ambition, but I don't know what is behind her ambition, though I think it's safe to assume her mother is involved

Also, just want to say that I love that they're at a performance during this scene. They're up on a balcony, using words and charm to manipulate things, playing the aforementioned game with skill, while below them someone plays an instrument with equal skill. Idk, just love when shows do shit like this

(22:31, "you're hot, cupcake") I am not ready for this scene, I am not ready for this scene, I am not read-

anyone who has followed my blog for long enough will know that A: I am asexual, and B: I am incredibly easy to fluster 99% of the time (there is a specific stage of sleep deprivation where I am not, but I am far past that stage). I am going to cry. I am going to have to pause repeatedly and take deep breaths (admittedly part of why is because I also do not handle secondhand embarrassment well)

Look, if Vi pinned me to the wall, leaned in, and asked "what will it be, man or woman?", it would be next to impossible to say literally anything other than "preferably you"

(23:49, "imagining yourself a hero?") there was a single, tiny second, where I believed it. Insomnia makes a fool out of me, when dreams are so yearned for that I see them with open eyes

(25:40~) Oh. Okay. I knew we were cutting back to the brothel, but I honestly thought the scene was going to be longer? Or that we would see a few more seconds of Cait's POV? I made such a big deal out of this for nothing, lmao

(28:10`~) :((((( Viktor :((((((((((((((((((((((((

(30:25) Jinx :((((((((((( this baptism is not very fun :((( still not the worst one I've heard about (looking at you, Bioshock)

what the fuck, imagine dragons are canon characters in arcane???

(32:27, "VI?") this is going to hurt everyone involved. mostly physically, but Vi and I are coming out of this with emotional problems.

Court mandated paragraph break, even though we're only a few minutes from the end

(34:37) Ouch, ouch, ouch, and did I mention... ouch?

Apparently 70% of this show is characters I'm gay for fighting each other, and like 197% tears, but also 84% cool characters being badass and making me swoon

(35:56, "but you're so sweet") Vi, now is not the time for fun banter. But also it is 100% time for sweet banter because that last bit hurt my emotions, and now I get to enjoy you being a gay disaster for a few seconds. I can't wait to watch the evolution of "cupcake" from being a joke/not well received to Cait actually not minding/Vi saying it with a dorky affection

#j watches tv #j watches arcane #arcane spoilers #arcane netflix

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rosietrace · 2 years

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🕕 For Yuuta please

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH-

Author's note: This is treated like it's a oneshot and will be linked when Yuuta's backstory is posted(It took me a while to find a proper way to write this scenario)

Character: Sumeragi Yuuta, the selfish

Note: Bold italic is going to be a signifier that they're speaking japanese(Since even though TWST is a japanese game, I'm going under the assumption that English is the language used in that world)

"FOR THE LAST TIME, I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING-"

Yuuta paused, looking at his surroundings. His eyes widen as he continued to look around.

Am I.... Am I back in Yokohama? He questioned, looking up at the nearby shop signs. When he immediately recognized the kanji, he rose a brow.

"Hold on.... Did I actually go back to this world?... Or did I go back in time..." He asked, even though no one was going to answer.

"Huh... Weir-" Unintentionally, Yuuta bumped into something as he turned around in the alleyway. Or rather.... Someone.

That someone winced, backing away in fear of what he could do to them.

"P-Please don't hurt me... I just tried to pickpocket you." They said, giving back the wallet they took from Yuuta.

And immediately, it all clicked in Yuuta's brain.

Lavender eyes, rags for clothing, the smell of expired cheeseburgers... And black and red hair that was too long because they couldn't afford to go to the salon to cut it.

This was him.

Yuuta's eyes widened, trying to properly comprehend the situation.

I knew magic can do a lot of random shit but... Could it be enough to go back in time? Yuuta tilted his head, trying to think about the current situation.

His younger self gulped."Are... You not going to hurt me?" They blinked. Yuuta looked at them, showing a look of sympathy as he stared at his younger self.

"Of course not." Yuuta responded, kneeling on one knee to reach eye level with them.

They looked at his uniform."That looks fancy... Are you rich?" They asked curiously, albeit they sounded hesitant.

Yuuta pursed his lips."I... You could say that." He answered, attempting to smile awkwardly to ease their nervousnes.

They hummed, fumbling with their fingers."Ah... Do you have a family?" Ah. To Yuuta, it hurt to hear that question...

He inhaled sharply.".... Yes." He knew that they were confused. I mean, why would you look so pained saying you have a family?

"Why do you look sad?"

"Well.... Me and my family got into a fight."

Yuuta responded as well as he could. In case the timeline changes by interacting with his younger self, he needs to make sure he doesn't reference anything from the future.

"Eh... You're lucky."

Yuuta hummed softly, looking at his younger self in confusion. Lucky? What the hell do they mean.... Yuuta squinted his eyes.

"What do you mean?" He asks softly, trying to make sure he doesn't scare them off before he could answer their question.

They hesitated."Well... You have a family. And when you have a family, you get to feel a lot of things... I think it's okay to be upset with them. Cause... You get to learn from it."

Yuuta remained silent, looking down after hearing the words that came out of their mouth.

If only I could.... But by now, I'm dead to them

Yuuta's lips formed into a line."I see.... You're quite smart. How come you haven't been adopted yet?" He questioned, sounding almost frustrated.

And soon... The tears formed.

They began quietly sniffling, trying to prevent any tears."I... I don't know. I think... I think its because no one cares.." They sobbed, immediately hugging Yuuta and wrapping their arms around his neck.

Yuuta stiffened, but eventually settled himself into the hug more comfortably. I might get inflicted with a virus... But at this point, I don't give a damn.

"That's not it... I'm sure things will get better for you."

They paused, before pulling away a bit and looking at Yuuta in surprise.

"Are-Are you sure..?"

"I'm sure. Trust me..."

He pulled them back into the hug, about to form some waterworks himself.

"Promise... Promise me you aren't lying?"

"I promise..."

Yuuta allowed the tears to fall down as he hugged them tighter.

"Things will get better for you... I'm sure of it."

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blowingblindly · 2 years

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My COVID-induced astral projection

Hi.

In the Spring of 2020, I received my COVID vaccination and didn't think much of it. I was somewhat prepared in that other members of my family had had bad reactions to it. They became sick for a couple of days, got fevers, etc. But I figured nothing weird would happen.

I got the vaccine on a Thursday and that night I went to bed early. I woke up around 2 am incredibly feverish. I had sweat through my clothes even though it wasn't at all a warm summer night. I stumbled over to the bathroom loudly and clumsily enough that Dash woke up. I turned the light on and peed while slowly sobbing. Dash asked what was wrong and I told him that I was feeling really sick and was worried I would be stuck like this forever (I'm pretty sure this will be the fear that follows me around in life - I don't like/Can't stand feeling helpless). He had to help me get back to bed but cradled my shoulder and put his arm around my waist.

I don't remember whether I had the dream before my night time wake up or after when I went back to bed. But I ended up having this really intense and bizarre dream where I woke up with a heaving chest. I had dreamt that I was in a building or park and saw a child around 9-11 years old. She was blond and I only saw her back at first. I knew she looked familiar but I didn't realize that she was me until she turned around. She looked so cute. I loved her instantly. I felt really sad when I realized that she was crying as she got the same red flush on her face as me when she cried. Her eyes were just as wide and green as mine. She asked, "Why have you been so mean to me?". I was shaken. I know and have known for awhile now that I have been unfair to myself in some ways. I think that I do stupid things and say stupid things and have been selfish in my life. However, I usually realize these things much later and then spend the next couple months/years punishing myself for it. It's unfair to the people who I have wronged because it doesn't really fix a ton for them other than if the apology is enough but I feel like if I don't feel badly enough or think about it enough, then I didn't care. And if I don't punish myself, then I won't learn. So I continue to parent myself in a way that is exceedingly harsh and unfair. This girl was me when I feel like I first started to fear that the pain I felt around my mom (because of her harsh parenting) would stick to me forever (and in a way it has because now I am doing it to myself). She was hunched over and shaking and I immediately dropped down to meet her. I remember in the dream, all I could remember doing was pleading to her, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll stop. I swear I didn't mean it." I hugged her and kept squeezing her because I loved her so much. I wanted her so badly to be happy. I wanted so badly for her to smile because I feel like a part of my brain just knew that if she smiled, then things would be okay.

The dream ended with us hugging and then bright light and us combining and then everything disappeared. I woke up breathing pretty hard. I was so confused and shocked and I have felt the same way for years. I will never forget that dream. I had never experienced anything like it. But it makes me think that deep down, I know that the way I treat myself isn't right. Funnily enough, maybe when I am 40 I'll have a dream about me now where I say something like "Why do you scare me so much? Why have you been so mean to me?" Same concept, same person, different time. I overthink to feel prepared but I just scare myself. I need to let go. If letting go means I don't become a lawyer. Then so be it. I don't want to upset that little girl. She deserves to be happy. She deserves someone who makes her smile and lets her smile. She grew up really frightened and surrounded by less than ideal circumstances and the only thing I can do now is let her out to play and be happy and be loved by someone like Dash. She deserved better and I am the only person who can reliably provide that to her now.

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3desiderium3 · 3 years

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For your love

chapter one - Rage

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pairings : reader x damiano david

story summary : damiano and reader are in very loving relationship that sometimes almost too quickly becomes too toxic for anyone likings

warning (s) for this chapter : toxic relationship / behaviour , slight angst , NSFW , adult content , smut , rage , domestic vionlence , abuse , mentions of cheating , verbal degradation , mouth fucking , oral sex , punishment , god complex , daddy kink

"And why should I trust you again? Huh?? What have you done to earn my trust ? " Damiano shouted at his beloved girlfriend which was sitting heartbroken in a chair across him.

She had her eyes puffed red from crying and ciggarete dancing between her two fingers.

The room was filled with smoke and rage. So so so much rage . This was special kind of rage.

The kind that made Y/N 's knees week and her head dizzy , this was the special kind of rage her boyfriend held behind his flaming dark eyes , the kind of rage that could only go away after him fucking her brains out.

But she knew that they had a looong night before the fucking part.

Their relationship was special. Some people questioned it sometimes. They questioned the way they would yell and fight , throw tantrums and scenes on some public places , the way Damiano would cry himself to sleep after he kicked Y/N out of their shared appartment , the way Y/N sometimes manipulate him and guilt trip him for her own needs.

They where not near the perfect couple and they stopped hiding it after a short amount of time dating.

They where flawed and broken but desperate for each others love and care.

Everyone was concerned how much they loved and cared for each other.

Tonight was a casual Thursday night filled with yelling and throwing drama around every corner.

" Will you please stop yelling , my head is gonna explode.." Y/N finally spoke with her forehead rested in her right hand . This was just another rage awakening inside of Damiano . How dare she disrespect him and all the effort he is trying to put inside this conversation?

He furrowed his eyebrows carefully licking his lips and watching her fragile figure.

She was so petite in her champagne silk night gown. She seemed so soft and fragile . Her (hair length) (hair colour) hair was all messy and her (eye colour) orbs where hidden under thick layer of wet eyelashes.

All he wanted to do now was to kiss her. To play with her hair as he was holding her onto his bare chest. To kiss every spot on her body. To make sure she never leaves him.

He wanted to. He really did. But he was so fucking angry. He forgot why in fact. All this rage blinded him.

He was always so energetic and full of adrenaline when it came to performing and putting effort in music , all thanks to his girlfriend who drove him crazy.

"Are you forgetting why am I yelling at the first place?" He questioned as he turned down his cigarette and left it's dump in an over filled ashtray. " I swear to dear God I wanna smash your head with this ashtray now. " He admitted as his eyes wondered on that very same ashtray.

So many times before he was very close to killing her. Well , at least he told himself that.

"Then fucking do it you selfish idiot. I forgot why you where yelling cause you are not capable of doing anything other than that. "

She hissed the venom right back at him.

He let out an ' I cant believe this ' annoyed short laugh , turning his head to his left side and laughing.

" If you deserved more than to be yelled at you things would go different way mio amore. "

An poisoned arrow right through her heart. Fresh tears burned her eyes as she tried hiding them away.

But her sobs gave her away. She couldn't hold it in anymore. Damiano looked in her way. Biting his tongue. This scene was a true heartbreak.

He hated her cries and sobs. He hated her pain. He wanted to be the one to protect her and hide her from all the pain in this world. Yet again he was the only thing that caused her suffer.

Damiano was so afraid that she would betray him and his love that he found this as the only way to keep her close.

He knew all her weaknesses and soft spots. All that there was to know about Y/N he knew.

" How can this be the same man I feel in love with 2 years ago? " She said in a cracked voice filled with misery and sorrow. Each sentence she spoke was tearing his heart and soul apart.

" When did you stopped loving me you possessive asshole?!" Her voice was barely strong enough to even compare to his. " And when did you started being such a greedy bitch huh Y/N?"

Damiano was sitting laid back in his chair with crossed hands on his chest. Smirk on his face , eyes so dark you could drown in them. " Since you stopped being enough. "

'That's it' Y/N thought . ' He is either gonna strangle me right here on the spot , or make me regret my entire life. '

Damiano's face went pale. Y/N knew him better than himself. She knew that he only cared for being good enough to her. He only wanted to prove himself worthy of her.

He stood up as rage took control over his body. The veins on his neck ready to explode , gripping his godly sculpted jaw tightly , he had enough rage inside of him to demolish the entire country.

Damiano made his way towards her. She was now watching him obediently. As soon as he came close enough he fiercely and unexpectedly gripped her jaw.

She tried gasping at this sudden movement. He cupped her small face with his right veiny hand , gripping it hard enough for her to squirm under him. Y/N tried to separate his hand from her face with both of hers hands but no use.

He was towering her with half closed eyes and no emotion on his face left. " I will make you regret the day you walked in my life. " His tumb parted her lips with ease, since she was already seduced by his cold charm , then he slowly gathered some of his salvia inside of his mouth as he watched her eyes realise new pair of tears making him slightly aroused , he spat his fluid inside of her warm mouth closing them as he gripped her jaw with his nails.

" You think I stopped being enough?" He paused as he pressed his nails deeper inside of her cheeks earing a silent whimper. " Well baby you where never good enough. "

She knew he was being mean on purpose. She knew he didn't mean it. But..

Those sinister eyes gave her troubles. She was never fully capable of reading them. They where always a puzzle.

" Tho I gotta be honest darlin'.." He started unbuckling his belt with his left hand as the smile on his face grew wider. " The only thing you where always good in was taking my flesh inside those pretty slutty mouth of yours.." The sentence was finished and followed by his fingers playing with her lips.

" Are you gonna be a good slut and take me again so well baby?"

Oh gosh.. How could anyone say no to that?? To him.. And those eyes..

Y/N nodded , feeling herself drooling at the sight of bulge inside of his pants as he was palming himself glaring down on her.

Just when her hands where about to grab the waist of his pants he gripped her hair with his left hand aggressively earing an small yelp from her.

" You wont get anything from me if you don't start talking amore.. Tell me once again if I'm not good enough." A smirk appeared on Damiano's patient face.

" You are even more than good enough for me master." A sharp hair pull was followed after that. Damiano was slowly getting bigger in his pants but also was getting pissed very soon with her dumbness.

" That's not what I heard. " He was teasing. He was pulling her hair at some of his desired speed and in some of his desired directions as he sharply slapped her face twice.

" But don't worry love.. I will make you regret everything." He was so sure in his words.

And so was Y/N. She knew him and that he was more than willing to go all night on corrupting her.

" I will fuck those dirty unpolite little mouth of yours so good you will never speak properly again."

His hand that was cupping her hair pulled her down onto her knees violently after which he was allowing her to unbuckle his pants to the end.

Almost eagerly her hands flew towards him to unwrap the thing she is logging for ..

He watched her from above , with lust and domination running one of his hands tru his brown hair. Y/N gave him a soft innocent look as her hands slowly pulled his boxers down.

Her fingers brushing over his bare velvety smooth skin sending her shivers down her neck.

Y/N looked so gentle and angelic in her full submission.

Damiano carrased her hair interlocking his fingers in it. Knowing he would have to tug it harshly if she continues to be so slow with her actions.

Finally as she finished with stripping him teasingly his hard member stood straight against his lower stomach , some of precum already visible on the tip.

Y/N wrapped her fingers firmly around him just as he liked it , licking it from its bottom all the way up to his pink tip . Feeling all the veins on his length and every throb and shake her tongue caused.

She made two swirls to gather all that pearly wetness earning a low groan from her lover.

Damiano was now in blissful agony enjoying her teasing while now starting to grip her hair harder.

" If you continue with this speed I will not be in charge of your bruised throat.. I wanna abuse that hole cause it's only purpose is to be in my possession."

Dear God he was so good with his words. His italian accent only adding the flavour to his sharp sour voice .

Y/N understood his warning , after making his member wet enough she slide him into her mouth slowly , she felt his full length stretching her jaw and they both knew she always needed time for her to adjust to him.

But did he care for that actually?

Especially now when he is so mad at her?

His hand pushed her head roughly onto his throbbing cock , holding her in place as she was letting out gags being left with no oxygen in her mouth. Her eyes looked up to meet his face that had a mean smirk . Tears running down her face as she was being held in place under his dominant power.

Damiano's hand was guiding her by her hair at some certain peace. Her head was going up and down on his length , even tho his tip didn't hit back of throat again that hard.

She choked out on her spit and his precum , when he realised her mouth she gasped for air thick string of salvia connecting her plump wet lips and his covered in her droll cock.

He was chuckling again. Laughing at her dumb face.

'Oh baby.. I am just getting started with you..'

With his right thumb he caressed her flaming red cheek, his hand prints still visible from his previous slaps.

He took his member into his left hand slapping her mouth and cheeks leaving thick wet marks and leaving her gasping and blinkin in sudden movement.

" I am growing very impatient with you. "

Damiano started pushing her head now much faster onto him , not letting her adjust once again. " It's bout time I put you in your place once again. " She picked the peace a bit quicker now, bobbing her head up and down , often gagging.

Her boyfriend hissed at her speed , resting his body weight on his left palm that was pressed against the wall.

The room was filled with sloppy noises , Y/N's melodic gags , smell of raw sex and aggressive romance.

"Such a good fucking girl.." Damiano hissed through his gritted teeth now holding her head in his hands thrusting his hips violently in her mouth. He was sparkling in sweat and his mouth feel open as his eyes where closed and his eyebrows furrowed.

Y/N was leaving marks on his thighs with her nails and her salvia was dripping down her chin.

Her eyes hitting the back of her head in the same rhythm as his tip was hitting the back of her throat.

"I am close don't you fucking dare to stop."

She didn't dare not to obey . Her knees where trembling and pool of dampness was soaking her silk underwear. Tears running down her face and mixing with some slight sweat.

"Oh God.. So fucking warm and obedient.. So fucking pathetic and good.. All for me.. All for me to use and love"

His romantic way of speaking those violent words made her heart orgasm.

Damiano was throwing his head back while gripping her sculp harder going faster on her mouth as his member was pulsing and he could feel hot rush in his veins.

Y/N felt him shaking inside of her and felt him twitching not long before he released thick ropes of his hot juice inside her warm wet mouth.

Damiano was panting and breathing hard.She tried pushing herself back from him feeling like she once again was choking with no air left.

" You will stay like this until I say so. " He held her head in place. " Such a good slut. Taking me so well. I will pull out now and don't you fucking dare slip some of my cum out of those filthy mouth. "

He caressed her head , gulping his salvia loudly as his chest rose up and down.

After which he pulled his dick out of her mouth slowly watching as it was coming out all shiny from juices mixed with her spit and his cum.

It was such a lovely sight for him seeing her red face , messy hair and eyes dark from lust. She was holding his seed inside of her mouth slowly gulping every drop of it. She opened her mouth and slowly panted.

"Open your mouth wider, show me if you obeyed me."

She did as she was told and showed him how good she was for him. She loved him. She always did everything she could to satisfy him.

He smiled softly . His eyes soft again watching her with some unexplained emotion.

He kneeled down on her level , once again cupping that face he loved so much , but this time his intention was gentle and caring. He kissed her forehead before meeting her lips and softly licking it asking for forgiveness.

He parted from her tilting his head to the side. How much he adored her eyes . Not just her eyes. He adored her and everything about her.

While sharing such meaningful and special moment it didn't matter at all that they where fighting and yelling the whole day at each other. What mattered was that he was hers and she was his.

"Come here amore." He cooed , sitting down on the floor in front of her instead of kneeling , pulling her on his lap by his hands.

Y/N wrapped her legs around his torso , letting her head rest on his shoulder , head buried in his soft neck. He hugged her body tightly. Rubbing if softly , kissing her hair and nuzzling onto her.

They stayed like this on the floor in each others embrace , not speaking , just breathing , just listening to each others heartbeats.

" I am sorry. " " I am the one that should apologize. " " You know that I could never leave you.. I love you more than myself. "

" I know mio amore.. I know.. "

A/N NOTE : This is my first time writing on this platform and this kind of fiction , I rlly hope u gon like it and please leave a heart if you do ! <33 Also English is not my first language sry if there are grammar mistakes !

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open-at-the-close · 2 years

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Okay okay, I'm gonna do it.

Keeping mind that I just finished this book last night and it has probably not been long enough for me to fully process, and definitely hasn't been long enough for my brain to come back together from being truly blown, but here are my initial thoughts after finishing House of Sky and Breath.

Let me start by saying I absolutely, 100000%, hands down fucking loved it. If you didn't enjoy it, then this is not the post for you because I'm about to go on and on about how epic this book was.

Now on to the spoilers

Let's start with my one true love, Ruhn. I'll be honest I went into this book fully believing in Ruhpaxia and this book fuckedddd up my ship 😂, but you know what? I'm not even mad. Ruhn continued to be utter perfection in this book. This selfless male literally made his entrance by giving.... Head to a random female whose name he doesn't know 😂. He continues to back Bryce 100% and being the absolute best brother. And I'm obsessed with his self reflection and cannot wait to see more of his journey. ALSO as if I couldn't love him anymore, SJM goes ahead and makes it cannon that Ruh is basically just an alternate reality Rhysand and I almost had a fucking stroke.

Bryce and hunt are of course also perfect. I love that Hunt supported Bryce all the way even knowing where this damn rebellion would lead. My man has serious trust issues (come on, Baxian was clearly a good guy as soon as he walked on the page. I love that giant dog), but he trusts Bryce no matter what and while then being mates was not at all a surprise I screamed anyway. I cried when he said 'light it up, Bryce', I cried when Bryce said 'light it up, Hunt'. And I fucking sobbed when Bryce sent that poor human boy to live with her parents because it was perfect, and selfless and I love her. Only downside to this perfect couple this book? Hunts damn comparisons to Shahar. Stop it. Shahar sucks, you were dumb, Bryce is a fucking goddess. The end.

Side note on our little human boy, Emile. I knew he didn't have powers from the beginning. Sofie was very specific when she talked about 'the power she told them he had'

Ithan! My man took me by surprise this book. I could live without the Loving Bryce thing, but as my favorite Mer said, she's fucking Bryce, everyone has a thing for her. I am HERE for him claiming the boys as his pack. Mystic wolf is for sure going to be his true mate and they're going to destroy Sabine. I refuse any other outcome.

Ari and Flynn are going to end up together. I don't care if they're mates or not they'll be together. the end.

Hypaxia and Celestina I'll be honest I sort of saw that coming. Celestina was clearly uncomfortable having sex with a man, and Hypaxia had that whole conversation about wanting to continue a relationship even though it was doomed. Did I expect them to get caught the way they did? Hell no. That was pure gold.

Day. Oof, okay this one did catch me off guard and after they revealed it I realized how obvious it was and I really shouldn't have caught me off guard. In the beginning I was positive that day was hypaxia. That was probably my bias still wanting ruhpaxia to be a thing, but then we found out she was consenting to sex with someone she didn't want to be with and I switched to thinking it was Celestina. Literally even after we catch Hypaxia and Celestina together I thought it was here because she said love is a trap she can't stop falling into, and I thought yes, she loves Hypaxia and Ruhn, we get the threesome we've been waiting for, everyone wins. Mannnn was I wrong 😂. When the Harpy came out and they made us think it was her for a hot second my cousin literally said man I thought it was going to be the Hind and I was like no way is it her. Again, boy was I wrong 😂. At the end of the day I don't hate this ship. I truly do feel bad for her. She was sent to live with her dad and twisted into something she didn't want to be, now Ruhn is shutting her out and she is tryingggg. I'm tentatively good with them ending up together.

Tharion. I'm not going to lie my mer let me down a little in this book. Don't get me wrong I still love him, and I hope he gets his happily ever after, but wanting to trick Ari into being trapped under? Not cool. This viper queen deal? Shadyyyy. I get that he was out of options I just truly don't understand why he didn't take the offer on the ocean Queens ship when he had it.

Cormac. Ugh I don't know that I've ever gone from hate to love a character so quickly. He walked in there like the scum of the earth and 5 minutes later I was like oh I love him. But, let's be honest we all knew he wasn't going to make it after they revealed Sofie was dead, and for sure after he had that heart to heart with Ruhn.

I already made an entirely separate post about the perfection that was that last chapter, but let me just reiterate that I AM OBSESSED with Bryce being in Velaris. I cannot believe she gave us a crossover and I'm genuinely concerned that I may never appreciate a book ending as much as I appreciated this one.

#cc hosab #cc hosab spoilers #hosab spoilers #cc2 spoilers #cc spoilers #hosab #crescent city 2 spoilers #crescent city 2 #ruhn #ruhn danaan #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #tharion ketos

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theglitterypages · 2 years

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Hi how are you.. hope your good and you might have gotten this request a lot but can pls continue with secret life of gojo cuz omg u have a brilliant brain I mean it's sooooo goooddddd I am in love....ik I am asking a lot but can u do something where the twins go missing and stuff.....or babysitting with gojo's student's for the day where yn and gojo spend some time alone ......Thanks a lot again for those fanfics cuz in this lockdown(in my residence yes we have lock down) it kept me going

Hello thank you so much for requesting! I hope you'll like this one :)

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Secret Life of Gojo Satoru 4

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You love your husband, really. You love Gojo Satoru more than people could ever imagine but right now you want to punch him right in the face but Megumi is holding you back, "Where is my children, Satoru! Use your powers or I swear in every cursed spirits you've exorcised I will crush you with my own hands." Yuji was shielding his teacher from you, he knows that Gojo Satoru is the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer but the pink haired teen was damn sure that Gojo Satoru won't lift a finger to defend himself from his own wife.

"I can't! I'm trying to search for them! My powers is…. I don't-"

Gojo was left alone with the kids while you went out to buy groceries and when you came back Megumi and Yuji is at the house helping Gojo look for the kids.

Your knees gave in and you ended up in the floor, Megumi was trying to comfort you but you just kept on crying. "Mom-Y/N san, Nobara and my senpais are looking for the kids. Please calm down, this is not the time for you and Gojo sensei to fight." Yuji look behind him just to see Gojo as heartbroken as you are.

Gojo had always believed in his power and ability, even his enemies knew that it's time to go home once he arrives in the scene but why can't he find his own children? Strongest sorcerer that he is huh. Seeing you cry in Megumi's arms and he couldn't even go near you, he wanted to comfort you, he really does but he knows he has to find the kids first.

"Yuji, let's head out for a bit."

"But they'll-"

Megumi dragged the pink haired boy and signed to his teacher to make a move, you were still sitting on the floor, your hands covering your face as you sob. Gojo slowly walked towards you, when he was near enough, he sat down as well and reached out to pull you close to his chest, letting you hit him, "I can't lose our children Satoru, we can't. Please let's find them." you begged and Gojo kissed the top of your head.

"I'm sorry, I'll head out and look for them. Will you stay here for me, love?"

"You'll bring them back, right?"

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes and Gojo wiped them with his thumbs, he leaned down to kiss you quickly before he carries you to the couch, "I will only come back once I have our kids." he whispered before he stood up to leave and you've realized that you might have been too harsh, your husband is as devastated as you are and being mad at him adds up to his sufferings.

Just before he could step outside, you stood up and hugged him from behind. "Sorry, 'Toru. Come back safe with the kids hmm? I love you." Gojo smiled as he held your hands, he gently removed them around his waist and turned to kiss your forehead.

Gojo understands your anger, he is hurt yes, but he knows how hard it must've been for you and one of the things he promised to you when both of you got married is that he would never do anything to make you cry. Now is the time that he fulfill everything that he said in his wedding vows.

"I love you more."

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You can't calm yourself down, not when the kids are missing. Your greatest fear is that what if your clan found them? You don't know what you would do, or what would Gojo do once that happens, your husband will never forgive anyone who harms his children in any other way, he is more than vicious when it comes to his children's safety.

And if your clan has something to do with this, Gojo will raise hell and you know that even you can't stop him if that happens.

"Oh, Mama why are you crying?"

You looked up and saw Akihiro and Akira standing in front of you. Their eyes were wide in worry as they reach out to cup your face with their tiny hands. You can't believe what you were seeing but when you realized that this is real, you immediately hugged them as you sob.

"Where did you guys go? Mama told you not to go outside without our permission didn't I?"

"But we're just here! Kira and I were hiding at our room. Dada went there but he couldn't see us."

You froze as you look at the twins, both of them are covered in cursed energy. You were shaking and the only thing you could do was look at the twins' body covered with their cursed energy. "Oh my God…" you gasped and you immediately placed your hand in their heads and used your cursed technique to make them sleep. You immediately look for your phone and dialed Gojo's number.

Gojo could feel his heart in his throat at every moment that passes by that he couldn't see the kids, his mind couldn't stop thinking of the worst-case scenarios and it's not helping, really but this is his kids that we're talking about, of course he will lose his cool now that they're missing.

But when he received a call from you while he hears your heavy breathing, he doesn't know what to feel.

"Satoru, you have to come back home real quick the twins are here already and I need you here."

Gojo waste no time and teleported back to your house, when he went inside, he saw you carrying the twins back to their room and both of them are asleep. He rushed to kiss his children before he looks at you, you look so scared but before he say anything he took both of the kids from you first and lay them on their bed while you waited outside.

He walked towards you with a worried look in his face, you look so bothered and anxious while you play with your own hands.

"What happened?"

"I'm afraid our kids had inherited our family's cursed technique."

Gojo's brows furrowed as he held your hand, he did not expect that. "But you're still alive. You inherited that technique didn't you?" you shook your head as you tremble, "My technique is from my Mother's family. It's an ability to hide my presence, j-just like the thing you fought but the twins inherited the curse technique of my father's clan. The ability of being completely invisible with the use of cursed energy, I know curse techniques are suppose to be pass down to only one person at every generations but both of them…they have it." Before you even gave birth the two of you have discussed this matter before and both of you agreed to not let the kids become sorcerers, because you and Gojo had hoped that the twins would live a normal life, a life away from the curses and the cruel world of sorcerers but this changes everything.

"We'll go to Jujutsu High tomorrow. We'll figure this out, love."

Gojo is scared as well, he knew that once this came out, peace will never be an option. He wouldn't want to be physical and violent with your clan, because he knows deep down inside you still care for them even just a tiny bit and he wouldn't want to hurt anyone in your family but what's he gonna do if it's your kids are the one to be protected from the greed of your family? He hugged you tight as he whispers reassurance to you but even Gojo is not sure if things would still go as smoothly as before.

---

Megumi watched Akira and Akihiro rode Yuji's back, the pink haired teen was enjoying looking after the twins, all of the first years are but now Megumi decided to sit and just watch because he's been bitten by Akira and Akihiro 4 times in a row. The kids took after their father's mischievous personality, no doubt about that.

But then Gojo told the first years to watch the twin closely, he mentioned that the two have a troublesome curse technique, making themselves invisible. With that in mind, he asked for the second years to help and Maki arrived with Inumaki and Panda. Just in case the twins get too playful and decided to play a little trick

"Shake!" Inumaki greets and the twins immediately jumped off Yuji's back and ran to Inumaki, hopping as their innocent eyes shines with glee."Toge-cha, Toge-cha!" They chant excitingly, Inumaki sat down at the grass and lets the kids play with his hair, the twins tried initiating a conversation with him and surprisingly, the two seems to understand but when the two was done messing his hair, they moved to attack Panda who was just quietly watching with Maki.

Panda fell on the ground, sacrificing his body so that the twins will just bounce in his stomach, "T-Take it easy, kiddos. ACK! I just ate, Hiro! I might throw up." he told them but the twins just kept on going. They made him a trampoline and Panda can't do anything but take all of the pain.

"Oi first years, why do you guys look like you just exorcised tons of curse spirits?"

Megumi, Nobara and Yuji looked up at Maki completely horrified as memories flashed through their traumatized minds.

Flashback

"Megumi-kun, Yuji-kun, Nobara-chan I'm really sorry to leave the twins to your care but Gojo and I has to meet someone to talk about our twins' technique. Don't give them too much sweets because you may not last."

That was a warning that the first years didn't seriously consider, especially Yuji who straight up fed them chocolates. Megumi was the first one to be beaten by the twins and man, it was much rougher than the time where he went against Sukuna.

"Gumi-Gumi, ups, ups!"

Megumi didn't grow up in an affectionate house but he wants to at least be able to be affectionate to other kids even if he knows that you and Gojo are great parents and the kids are probably being taken care of and showered with affection. Without any complain, he lifted them up and ran to the direction that they're pointing while Yuji and Nobara cooks something for the kids to eat later.

When the twins got bored of being carried by Megumi, he has to summon Demon Dog to play with the kids, they love him dearly and the dog loves the attention that he's getting from the twins. It was a win-win situation but peace is never an option if you're taking care of Gojo Satoru's children.

"Gumi-Gumi…" he looked at Akira who wraps her little arms around his neck, he smiled for a bit when he saw her pouting. "Hmm, finally tired now?" the little girl shook her head and pulled away from him, Megumi saw that mischievous glint in her eyes and he had flashbacks of Gojo's pranks from the past.

The resemblance was uncanny he's not gonna lie.

Before he could even stop her, Akira bit him in his right cheek real hard, he wasn't even able to recover because Akihiro charged himself towards him and bit the other cheek, all he could do was groan in pain and when Nobara came back, the twins switched target and exhausted her by letting her run all over the place.

And when Yuji came back? He became the twins' personal horse. Yuji swore he's gonna go bald because of how tight their grip on his hair was.

Even Ryomen Sukuna who was casually sitting in his throne has a terrified look in his face as he watch the twins. Sukuna could already see the potential of the kids as a sorcerer but man, they are living nightmares to Sukuna because the King of curses could almost feel their torture to Yuji and there's no way he'd want that pain. "Damn brats much horrifying than their father. Oi, brat don't try to switch out with me while the kids are around, they'll kill me." he told Yuji.

End of Flashback

Maki froze after hearing the first years' rants and when she looked behind her, Toge and Panda are now lying on the grass, both are beaten up but that didn't alarm her for one bit but after seeing Akira carrying a bag with a sweet smile plastered on her lips, Maki stepped back.

"Maki! Let me give you a make over! Mama bought me these make ups to play with, Akihiro catch her!"

"NO!!"

---

"You know, it was mean to let the kids be stressed out." you told Gojo after exiting the car, your husband just smiled at your sweetly as he held your hand. "What's the worst thing that could ever happen if we left them alone with my dear students?" he asked you innocently but there's a hint of mischievousness in his voice and all you could do was sigh as you shake your head.

What can you expect from you man-child husband?

"You knew how hyper our kids are, you purposely did this to tease the students."

"A prank every now and then won't hurt my love."

"That's very mature of you, 'Toru. Remind me why I married you again?"

Gojo chuckled before he leaned down to whisper in your ears huskily, "Because I made sure that two of my sperms will meet your egg, now here you are stuck with the most handsome sorcerer." you immediately blushed and you elbowed him in his stomach, his mouth has no filter, really!

He was not lying though. The bastard got you pregnant really early, you couldn't even believe it, actually you should have known since both of you didn't use protection on that first night but you can't believe that it was twins but maybe it's already a given since both of you went wild the first night that you both did it.

And that wild night created your mischievous and hyper angels.

"Mama and Dada's back!" Gojo announced cheerfully.

The twins ran to their father but your eyes were focused at Gojo's students. Your eyes widened, your hands covered your own mouth to silence your gasps.

Maki looks like a clown, Panda also has make up on him, Inumaki's hair is a mess, Megumi has bite marks on his cheeks, Nobara has dark circles around her eyes, as a result of a messy eye make up and when your eyes landed at Yuji you had to bite your own lips to stop yourself from laughing.

He was wearing a girl's uniform with a crown in his head, and he has a make up on.

Gojo looks satisfied and so are the twins, he put them down and took his phone out and took pictures as he giggles with his children and you can't believe that instead of two children your husband add up to that count and now, his students needs you as well.

Is being a mother a curse technique?

"YN-san…." they all cried out as they hold onto you.

"You're such a strong woman, having to deal with all of this everyday of your life, I promise, I will follow you till my last breath, please save me." Yuji cries, the crown still sitting at the top of his head.

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siriusmydeer · 3 years

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breakup with your girlfriend, i’m bored.

james potter x fem!reader, platonic!remus lupin x reader, james potter x lily evans

summary: james’ journey onto finding love; just not with you.

word count: 1.9k

warnings: unrequited love, angst, swearing, crying, mentions of food, self doubt/insecurity, pining, mentions of murder, mentions of marriage and kids

— 0:00

‘You got me some type of way

Ain't used to feelin' this way

I do not know what to say

“so, mates, i think m’finally getting somewhere with lils!” the tone of excitement thickly lacing the bespectacled boys words. “m’sure of it.” he continued, a bit of confusion in his words but still the same amount of excitement as before.

his brows were furrowed and he picked at the skin of his fingernails trying to relieve himself, further wringing his hands a few times before looking at his friends for their input.

“m’so— m’so happy for you, prongs. really, that’s great.” your voice faltering as you continued to speak, trying to scoundrel up a tone of excitement that would’ve played off well enough. instead all you were feeling stone cold truth of dejection.

But I know I shouldn't think about it

Took one fuckin' look at your face

Now I wanna know how you taste

Usually don't give it away

But you know I'm out here thinkin' 'bout it’

a fake smile plastered your face, trying to push back the tears that wanted to desperately prick at your eyes. you tried to further block them from escaping your waterline as you hear the boy jabber close to every single day about the red head he had been continuously fawning over.

the day went subsequently normal; potions, transfiguration, break period, plan pranks and dinner. but unfortunately for you, you didn’t have the privilege to share a messy dormitory with the four other boys leaving their conversations and discussions open about you and more your feelings.

“d’you think y/n was a bit off today?” peter asked abruptly from the place he sat on the oak wood floor, catching the attention of the three other boys who were seated on their separate twin beds. furthering to retain all memories of you from that day attempting to identify where you might’ve seemed ‘off.’

‘Then I realize she's right there

And I'm at home like, "Damn, this ain't fair"

Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored

“maybe a lunch a bit, she looked a little melancholy, i guess.” sirius answered this time, recalling the memory of you speaking in a very disconsolate tone. “y’think it’s anything major, or just stress?” he questioned again, beginning to worry about his close friend.

“dunno, i don’t think so.” the lycanthrope added to the conversation. he recalled james’ new confession about the red headed girl, and your extremely unhappy expressions following; of course noticing a bit at the time when it was occurring but just assuming you had a bad day with evan rosier pestering you for a date.

maybe... maybe she— but they’re best friends? his thoughts were extremely close to scrambled, remus was an observer, he was clever and sharp-witted; but this, he couldn’t figure out.

You could hit it in the mornin'

Yeah, yeah, like it's yours

I know it ain't right

“oi, y/n!” a deep voice called in the distance, putting your light jog to a stop in the middle of the courtyard leaving you to stand in the grass. swiftly turning around you were met with the taller fawn-haired boy, who looked tremendously determined.

“i’ve, uh, ‘ve got to ask you something, and it may seem foolish, but i think i just still ask you.” his voice hurried like his panting breaths from running across the school to find you, asking around the library and your dorm mates.

“yeah, moons, sure, anything.” affirming the boy who looked a bit confused, and worried but you didn’t know if it was for his sake or yours.

he grabbed your wrist in his palm pulling you on the prickly grass over to someone more private like to speak with you. “d’you— d’you like prongs? more than friendly...” the boy sputtered, further acknowledging your blown eyes like someone had just committed murder in-front of you.

But I don't care

Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored’

“i— uhm, well, that’s a bit— why d’you think— remus, what the fuck!” your words taking a halt every few seconds with a recurrent sputter trying to figure out where the question had even came from, or how he even knew.

“i saw— i saw the way you acted at lunch the other day. i jus’ wanted to know if it’s true.” he asserted, no present lingering touches of judgement in his tone.

remus knew what it was like to be judged, so whenever you had the urge to jabber out all of your problems he was the boy you had always ran too first. knowingly, or not. but he felt particularly disappointed in himself that you hadn’t trusted him with this potential secret.

‘This shit always happen to me (Yeah)

Why can't we just play for keeps?

Practically on my knees

“yeah— i do.” you admitted with a breath, guilt taking a pang at your heart. and anger taking a swig at your brain; how could you be so fucking stupid.

“remus, but you can’t— you can’t tell him, or anything.” your tone was hushed, and only meant for remus’ ears. feeling a tinge of embarrassment warm onto your cheeks, knowing someone you loved clearly didn’t reciprocate those feelings.

“i swear, i won’t. but m’here for you, i don’t want you feeling like you can’t tell me anything.” his words soft, and his tone genuine. why couldn’t you have fallen for someone like him? but instead, you crush on someone who was in love with someone else.

But I know I shouldn't think about it

You know what you're doin' to me

You're singin' my songs in the streets, yeah, yeah

Actin' all innocent, please

“c’mon, y/n.” he beckoned you to follow him, resting his arm on the curvature of your shoulder feeling his side press against your smaller one and guiding you to transfiguration with him.

why? why did you have to be so damn foolish? because it was her, with her beautiful red locks, her perfect maroon lipstick, her exceedingly amazing grades, her ability to be silly for a moment and loosen up. why couldn’t you be her? why couldn’t you have what she has.

it’s because it’s simple; you weren’t lily evans and you were never going to be.

When I know you out here thinkin' 'bout it

Then you realize she's right there

And you're at home like, "Damn, she can't compare"’

“guys! guys! she said yes!” james announced whilst scuttling across the mahogany floor of the common room. his actions at a halt flopping his body over the scarlet-red couch and a grin on his lips.

“who said what?” sirius muttered, glancing up from the map for a moment before looking back down in ascertainment.

“lily-pad! i asked her on a date and she was like, ‘yeah, fine, potter. but if you’re late i’ll kill you.’ just like that!” he pretended to play out the conversation for a moment, his thrilled movements and inflection almost animated from how happy he felt.

‘Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored

You could hit it in the mornin'

Yeah, yeah, like it's yours

I know it ain't right’

remus briefly glanced at you, concern swirling in his hazel irises, meanwhile, your eyes widened for a moment. you plastered yet another fake grin onto your lips, about to congratulate your crush on winning a date with his all time infatuation.

“prongs! oh my merlin, that’s amazing, i’m so happy for you!” putting on the best impression of exhilaration for your best friend, the act only remus could piece together and break apart.

“no way! prongs, mate, i knew you could do it!” sirius spoke, his tone fein for his best friend who had been in a pinning coma for the last few years.

‘But I don't care

Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored

With your girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend’

the boys continued to congratulate the boy, remus only giving him a nod and a smile. the marauders paying no mind to it and instead james merrily talking about the red head; his red head.

you weren’t his, and you never would be.

yet another realization struck you, the urge and need to move on present in your nervous system almost begging you to find someone else and to hide away from all the pain that could swallow you whole.

‘With your girlfriend

With your girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend

You could say I'm hatin' if you want to

But I only hate on her 'cause I want you’

you were now sat on the smooth ivory bedding that perfectly hugged your bed, remus’ body right beside yours. except you weren’t comfortable, you wanted to cry a valley of tears that could’ve lasted a life time.

“why is it her? why couldn’t he want me, am i not enough?” you spoke through broken sobs, feeling remus’ agile hands rub up and down the column of your back.

“you’re enough, y/n/n. he’s a bloody git for not seeing that.” remus spoke, sponging a kiss on your hairline. he felt the wet tears graze his shoulder, slightly contracting at the cold feeling but paying no mind to them as he comforted you.

‘Say I'm trippin' if you feel like

But you without me ain't right

You could call me crazy 'cause I want you

And I never even ever fuckin' met you

Say I'm trippin' and it ain't right

But you without me ain't nice’

“m’the bloody git! i fell in love with m’best friend who’s in love with someone else! next thing you know i’m accidentally setting dumbledores beard on fire, and accidentally spawning voldemort for christ’s sake!” your words mumbled and obstruct from the tears that had over come you.

you whipped your face free from tears for a moment, basically scrubbing the black colour of your mascara down your cheeks. “you’re not alone, you know? m’right here.” his tone, yet again, sincere.

you felt undeserving of his coddling, that your messy puppy love was so little compared to his issues. “i can tell your belittling your problems right now, you’re aloud to be upset.” he whispered, trying to assure you all he could, whilst disrupting you from your senile thoughts.

‘Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored

You could hit it in the mornin'

Yeah, yeah, like it's yours

I know it ain't right

But I don't care’

“merlin, she’s fantastic.” the brunette finished his third speech of the day on how ‘amazing’ lily is. yeah as if him pining after her wasnt enough, then what the hell was this?

the devil poking at you for cheating on your herbology test in first year, the time you accidentally tripped peter when rushing to potions, maybe it was the time you put belching power in sirius’ drink everyday for a week because he said you had a flat arse?

what the hell did you do to deserve this incessant torture that had been inflicted upon you. we’re you being dramatic? probably. but the boy you were quite literally in love with could not stop talking about how he wanted to ask another female to be with him, companionship, life, marriage, children. he wanted everything with her.

‘Break up with your girlfriend

Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored

With your girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, baby, girlfriend

With your girlfriend’

but then again it was also extremely simple.

he just simply didn’t want you.

he wanted lily fucking evans.

‘With your girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend

With your girlfriend’

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radiorenjun · 3 years

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nightmare surfs || hrj

¤ pairing: huang renjun x reader

¤ genre: angst, slight fluff, idol!renjun

¤ warnings: nightmares lol, the reader has a panic attack, crying, pain, idk mentions of the readers health worsening, soft kisses

¤ summary: you've been suffering from random nightmares as of late. You didn't know how but when they get too far, you're glad you have something (or rather, someone) to seek comfort.

¤ wordcount: 1.3k

¤ song rec: freaks - surf curse

¤ a/n: I cried while writing this lmfao

¤ disclaimer: I am NOT ROMANTICIZING having panic attacks or having mental breakdowns. I just wrote this somewhat based off of my own experience to vent. Look away if these sort of things trigger you

¤ tagging: @neowritingsnet @nct-writers @neoturtles @culture-cafe

Your body flinched as your eyes shot open, blinking as your brain tried to decipher that you were no longer in the hellhole you were previously in merely moments ago. A dark empty feeling sank in your chest, something you've never felt before. It was an ugly feeling, you couldn't get it out. Your senses were heightened as if something was going to hurt you, yet you didn't know what to do. The dark feeling lied deep inside of you and you didn't know how to make it stop or go away.

You couldn't breathe. As if the lump in your chest had spread through your lungs, inevitably enabling them to stop letting air flow through. You sat up against the headboard of your bed, trying to calm yourself down as your mind scattered into a mess right before you. Trying to breathe through your nose, you ran a hand through your hair, gripping it tightly as you closed your eyes as tightly as you could.

I dream

"Hey," a familiar voice called out softly. The sound of sheets rustling beside you grew deaf to your ears as your head began ringing loudly, flashbacks of the nightmare you just had replaying itself over and over again in your head like a broken record player. You then felt finger wrapping themselves around your wrists, gently tugging your hand away from your hair. You slowly opened your eyes at the sudden soft touch, surprised to see Renjun's soft yet concerned gaze on your face.

"Breathe for me," he whispered, his fingers moving to hold your palms in his, massaging your hands soothingly in an attempt to calm you down. "Breathe in," he coaxed gently, his melodious voice reaching your ears as you slowly obeyed his words, trying your best to shoo the thoughts away as you took a deep exhale. The pain in your chest wasn't going away as Renjun continued to help you breathe your thoughts out, it scared you.

Of you

It scared you even more that you wanted to cry, but as if your tears had run out from your previous crying sessions, you couldn't. Your eyes burned with tears but they couldn't stream down your face, they stayed stuck to your waterline. "It's okay, it's going to be okay," Renjun told you as your eyes shot down to your hand being caressed in his, your throat running dry as you were unable to form words. You weren't sure if it was because you were overwhelmed with all the different emotions at once or if it was because you had him right in front of you, comforting you right when you needed him.

You watched as he released one of your hands to cup your cheek, running his thumb soothingly against your skin. "It's okay to cry, don't hold it back. It's not healthy to bottle up your emotions like that, I know you're scared right now. But you're okay, I promise," he reassured, giving you a soft smile.

God, that smile.

It was enough for the tears to finally flow from your eyes, a simple reassurance that you were allowed to cry. You were allowed to feel scared. To feel sad. You were allowed to embrace your emotions and let it all out. You didn't even realize the tears flowing from your eyes like a water tap until you let out a small sob, the memories flooding back into you once again as you gripped Renjun's hand tightly. Your free hand coming up to his wrist, holding it tightly as if you were to let go, he would disappear right in front of you. A part of you knew that he will. He will disappear. He wasn't yours to keep.

Almost every night

"That's it, let it all out," he pulled you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you to give the biggest and tightest hug he could muster as you broke into a fit of sobs and hiccups. You clung onto him as if he was your only reason to live, as if he was your air, as if you couldn't live without him. At the moment, you truly felt as if he was your reason to live. Your hands clutched onto the fabric of the white shirt he was wearing, burying your head into the crook of his neck as you let out silent sobs. Your tears soaked the fabric of your shirt, but neither of you cared.

"Please don't leave me," you begged, your voice cracking as you spoke, sniffling loudly as you shut your eyes tight. You felt his grip tightening around your body, his arm hugging you closer by the waist as his other hand made its way to run his fingers through your hair in a weak attempt to sooth you. "I'm right here, I'm not leaving," he pressed soft kisses against your temple, his voice growing heavy as a lump started to build itself up in his own throat at the sound of your harsh sobbing.

Hopefully

"Don't leave," you whispered into his skin, sniffling back your tears as you started nuzzling into his warm skin in contrast to your cold one. He rocked your body back and forth as if you were a small child, shushing your cries softly as he pressed a longing kiss to your hair, playing with it in between his fingers as tears began to leak from his own eyes at the sight of you in great pain. "I'm sorry I can't take the pain away," he mumbled into your hair, pressing another soft kiss as your heart swelled for him. You shook your head at his words, mumbling how it wasn't his fault.

Your chest never stopped hurting as the nightmares kept replaying in your head. You didn't want to go back to sleep, you wanted to bask in Renjun's warm embrace as long as you could. You wanted to bask in the feeling of having someone to comfort you when you needed it the most. It felt like heaven. To be in the arms of your loved one. To be able to cry your emotions and stress out. You refused to let go of his embrace, you didn't want him to let you go.

"God, you're getting worse. Your nightmares are getting way worse," he hissed at your ear, causing you to shut your eyes tight. You tightened your grip on his shirt, nuzzling into his shoulder, inhaling his sweet scent as you chose to ignore his words. "Are you listening to me? You're getting worse," he repeated once again.

I won't wake up this time

Your eyes shot open, your body was covered in a cold sweat. Your head was on the pillow, tears staining your pillow and cheeks, your blanket was messy. It was barely covering quarter of your body in the cold air conditioned room, as if you were thrashing wildly in your sleep. There was a dull ache panging inside of your chest as you slowly sat up, choosing to ignore it as you reached over your nightstand for your phone to check the time.

3:28 AM.

You saw a few texts from your friends who were staying up late gaming. You felt numb as you opened the groupchat, seeing the messages your friends sent before placing your phone back on the mattress. Placing your palms against your forehead, you groaned internally as your phone screen illuminated the dimly lit room. A picture of Huang Renjun, your favorite idol, on your lockscreen as you began to shed tears.

Your mind liked to play mean tricks on you. You didn't mind them anymore, you were used to it. But you couldn't help but admit that this dream was the worst one yet in comparison to the other nightmares you've had the past few months. It left your heart stinging and aching, it left you crying and sobbing through the night. It leaves you in the reality that you had no one to comfort you when you needed it the most. It was a sign that you truly are getting worse

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mageofseven · 4 years

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Part 3 with Beel and Belphie is ready!

Part 1 | Part 2

Beelzebub:

The big guy noticed the changes with his girlfriend before she even mentioned them; the sixth brother is pretty observant with those he cares about after all.

Whenever he discussed how worried he was about her, about her lethargy and dizzy spells, the woman would just smile and say she was fine, that it was just her body being off and human bodies are just weird like this at times.

Beel didn't know much about the human body so he chose to believe his Muffin on this, even if he was still worried.

As the months went on, MC started to gain weight. The demon noticed this, but it really didn't faze him at first; he didn't mind it if his girlfriend was a bit rounder in her torso.

What he did mind however was how self-conscious his girlfriend got about it. She had been eating a lot more recently and she couldn't really fight it, but she also hated every pound gained from it all.

Beel always told her how beautiful she was and how her weight never changed that to him.

However, she'd glance down at how her belly poked out now and looked to her boyfriend, who was so incredibly strong and was practically the living definition of fitness and was so good looking... and she couldn't help but fall even deeper into the slow burning feeling of loathing with of her own body.

One day, MC asked if she could go to the gym with him. The Avatar of Gluttony was immediately tense because she still wasn't feeling well, but he knew it would probably make her feel a bit better if she was exercising and actively working on what was bothering her

So he agreed, but the man couldn't bring himself to do his usual workout routine with her there. The big guy was just too worried about his Muffin.

At one point, the man just noticed that something seemed off about his Human.

He set down the weights and walked over to the treadmill she was on-- and got there just in time to catch her as she fainted.

Luckily, the woman woke up fairly quickly, but her boyfriend had enough; no more exercise for her, not until she got her dizziness under control.

For the next few days, the MC was extra depressed and just found herself in bed more, usually snuggled up with either Beel or Belphie.

It was one such day when the cramping started.

She had gotten to lay with Beel for awhile, but eventually he had to leave for the game with his teammates.

Usually, MC would go and watch him play, but since her cramps were so bad, she didn't really have this option.

She was cuddled up in bed with Belphie when the redhead gave her a kiss goodbye and told her and his twin that he'd come straight home, receiving a nod from his Muffin and a thumbs up from his twin.

The pain just got worse while he was gone though and things evolved to MC gripping onto the Avatar of Sloth and heavily sobbing into his chest.

The seventh brother couldn't move and get help; everytime he tried, the human would beg between sobs for him not to leave her. He couldn't call for help either because he realized that he left his phone up in the planetarium.

Belphie was stuck with the sobbing human for over three hours until Beel came home.

Eventually, MC could feel something lowering within her and the need to push was unbearable.

"B-Belphie, help me up!"

The man did as he was told and helped her off the bed.

Beely came into the room just in time to see his girlfriend squatting and pushing out the head while his twin held onto her to help keep her balanced.

Eyes wide, the demon ran to girlfriend. His brain wasn't fully registering what the heck was happening, but his immediate reaction was still to rush to her side and help her.

MC immediately grabbed onto her boyfriend.

"B-Beely--uhhh... i-it's coming out."

Still deeply confused and concerned, the man's gaze dropped down between her legs, now letting himself focus on the head between them.

MC... his Muffin was having his baby!

Okay action then thoughts. Right now, the man just had to be there for her.

"Belphie, go tell Lucifer. We need a doctor."

The man was really trying to keep calm for his Muffin.

Without really pausing to answer, his twin rushed out the door.

"It's okay, Muffin, I'm here."

The redhead held onto his girlfriend and encouraged her as she pushed.

When the baby was finally pushed out enough to be freed from it's mom, Beel already had his hands around it so it didn't fall to the floor.

The demon forgot to breathe for a minute as he stared down at his daughter. His daughter.

Smiling, Beel lifted his gaze back to his girlfriend, but found that the woman was still crying in pain.

"Muffin?"

"I-It still--ughhhh, I think there's another."

The man's eyes widen.

Beel noticed his girlfriend's legs shaking and knew she wouldn't be able to keep herself up.

He adjusted his hold on his little girl before guiding MC onto the bed to lay down. He stayed between her legs and continued to give her encouraging words.

Since their sister already stretched the way open for them, the second baby was crowning in very little time.

A few minutes later, MC birthed the second baby, another girl. Both girls had his wings, horns, even his hair and eye color.

The man held both girls in his arms, already overwhelmed with his love for them, before looking up at MC, who was regaining her breath.

Beel sat down next to her and kissed her cheek.

"Are you alright?"

His girlfriend nodded, gaze falling to their girls.

"Beely... we're parents now?"

Beel smiled and nodded.

"I..." The woman sighed. "How did this even happen?"

"I dunno... are you okay with this, Muffin?"

"...Are you?"

His smile grew.

"Yeah."

She gave her boyfriend a small smile.

"Then... I am too."

Beel leaned down and kissed her.

"Good. I love you... I love our girls." The demon smiled down at the twins in his arms before meeting MC's eyes again. "This is... a dream. All at once, I got everything I wanted in life. I'll make sure to give you and the girls everything I can."

The doctor finally came a few minutes later, obviously late. Still, he checked MC and the girls to make sure they were okay and before he even left, the rest of House of Lamentation knew that the two were now parents.

Belphegor:

It took Belphie a bit longer than his twin to realize something was wrong with MC.

Sleepy boy... well, has a sleepy mind.

Not to say that it took him long though; while Beel noticed the human feeling off in his scenario on the first day, it took his twin about three days.

Honestly, he wasn't really worried about how tired they got. Hell, that just meant more naps they could take together so the Avatar of Sloth was winning in that regard.

He didn't really care about the weight gain either. Yeah, he teased her about it a bit, but it was always followed by wrapping his arms around her waist and if his words actually hurt her, which sometimes they did, he'd sleepily kiss their neck, their cheek, their lips

"It was a joke, Butthead." He'd tell them. "If anything, you're even cuter with a belly."

And the boy thrived off the blush that came after.

What the boy didn't enjoy, however, was her dizzy spells. The woman would go pale and suddenly have to grab onto him. Sometimes, MC would even full on faint and he'd have to quickly catch her before she hit the ground.

The first time that happened, the two were on their way to lunch at RAD and suddenly his girlfriend stopped walking. He turned around to ask why she stopped just for the woman to fall forward and for him to have to scramble to catch her.

Luckily, the woman was only out for a minute and was confused when she woke up in her boyfriend's arms, laying on the hallway floor at RAD.

Belphie took her straight home after that, not even giving the human the option to stick around and finish the school day.

The demon didn't understand what was wrong with his Human and whenever he'd ask MC, the woman didn't seem too concerned. Lightly, yes, but she said it'd probably correct itself and human bodies are just weird for the sake of being weird sometimes.

The seventh brother wasn't sure that he believed it, but he also didn't have any other answer so he just chose to leave it at that.

Basically, it was months of Sleepy Boy pretending he didn't care, but secretly hovering over his girlfriend.

After nine months of this hovering, it finally ended.

The two were upstairs in the attic, napping.

MC had been having cramps all day and Belphie suggested just sleeping through them, saying that eventually they will just go away.

Technically, he was right, just not in a way he expected.

He woke up to MC heavily sobbing his name. The man jolted awake and found his girlfriend gripping his shirt and burying her face in his chest.

"What's wrong--"

That's when he noticed the bed was... wet? Why was it wet?

"B-Belphie, somethings--gaaahh." The woman was panting through the pain.

The demon threw the blanket off of her and saw that the bed was soaked, as was her leggings, but there was also a slight bulge.

He pulled them down and saw that she was crowning.

His eyes went wide. She's pregnant? How the hell is she pregnant?

He looked back up at MC, who was still crying from the contractions, and knew he had to handle this before anything else.

He got up from the bed and positioned himself between her legs.

"You gotta push." He told her. "It's not gonna end if you don't push, Butthead."

His voice was firm, but tinged with some sympathy.

The woman was in too much pain to argue.

It took twenty minutes, but the MC managed to push the baby out half way, only to be pulled out completely by her boyfriend.

The demon stared down at the baby, a boy with his tail, eyes, and hair, and didn't know how to feel. He had gotten so focused on helping MC that his emotions felt lightyears away.

The human cried out and his head snapped up to look see her still writhing in pain.

Was there another one? The man quickly found out that there was.

And so it all repeated.

Once the second one was born, a little girl with his horns and eyes, but MC's hair, Belphie stared down at the twins on the bed, crying at the top of their lungs.

The man was already so tired of hearing cries.

"B-Belphie..."

He looked up at MC, who had a panicked expression on her face.

Leaving the twins laying between her legs, the Avatar of Sloth went back to his side of the bed and pulled her into his arms.

Neither said a word for a while. The only sound in the room were their twins' cries.

"I didn't know..." MC mumbled.

Belphie pulled back to meet her eyes, just staring into them for a full minute.

"Promise me. Promise that it's true and you didn't know."

"I promise. I swear on everything I have with you that I had no idea."

He sighed.

"Okay." He leaned in and kissed her.

After a moment or two, he pulled away and looked down at the crying babies on the bed.

"So... what do you wanna do with them?"

"I..." The woman stared down at her babies. "C-Can you bring them to me?"

Her boyfriend nodded and scooped up the babies one at a time to bring into her arms.

The woman brought them to her chest, causing them to finally stop crying in favor of feeding from her.

Belphie watched this quietly, not really sure what else to do.

After about a minute or two, MC spoke up.

"Belphie... would you be mad at me... if I said I wanted to keep them?"

The woman knew her boyfriend wasn't a fan of kids, a topic they always clashed with a bit. MC didn't think she could survive losing her twins in anyway now that they're here, but she worried about what Belphie would think of this.

The man pursed his lips. He honestly never wanted kids before, never liked them. Still though... he felt odd. Different.

Maybe it was seeing MC hold his children so sweetly in this moment, but he wasn't as against this as he always imagined himself to be.

Was he at the beginning of developing paternal feelings or was he simply not strong enough to take away something that his girlfriend obviously wanted so much? The demon wasn't sure.

"No. I'm not mad." He shook his head. "I... damn, I don't understand how this is happening but... if you want this then I'm here for the long haul. I'll take care of them; I'll take care of you. We'll do this together."

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You have lost the count of how many minutes you've been sitting in the locker room, in silence. Your head is loud enough right now. Hank has left the police station already, and you're waiting the time accorded before doing the same and driving your way to his house. Almost one year and you keep staying there ten minutes more than him, to not make anyone suspect about your relationship. But you aren't sure if you're ready to go.

The fear of losing Hank for what you have to tell him is consuming you, like a big fire reducing your bones to ashes. It's painful, for describing it somehow. The pressure within your chest is going to kill you, suddenly breaking into an anguish crying, resting your back against the wall and curling your legs to your torso. The two of you haven't talked about starting a family. The loss of Justin still being an open wound, bleeding a little bit every day. How are you supposed to tell him that you're pregnant?

“(Y/N)?”

Antonio's voice races your heart, peeking his head out through the lockers. He sounds worried. He looks worried, walking slowly towards you without profering any sharp move. Kneeling next to you, not sure about what he can do, the detective holds your hand to caress the back of them with his thumb; thinking that this gesture can help you to relax. But the sob continues stuck in your throat and the tears roam your cheek like a torrential and furious racing river.

Sitting down by your side, Antonio places an arm over your shoulders, urging you to rest your head on his. He doesn't know what to say. And even if he wanted to say something, his vocal cords fail when your phone dings with a notification and he sees the screen illuminating over the floor. Hank. “Voight?” He thinks raising up an eyebrow, in a mix of curiosity and confusion.

“Where are you? Something jumped off?”

Grabbing your phone and blocking it to keep it inside your pocket, you turn at the man. Your lips are trembling. You're not sure if you can talk, but you need to rip it off from your chest. You don't want to lose Hank, at this point, not even your work matters.

“Ant—Antonio… I am… pregnant”.

Shaking his head slightly, his eyes widened surprised. His forefinger points at the floor for a moment, to the position of your phone a second ago, asking without words if Hank is the father. You nod pressing your lips. He's in shock. You can see in his eyes, trying to find the correct sentence to say. Congratulations? Are you kidding me? Voight, seriously?

“We… started to date… a year and a half ago and… hm… made it official almost a ye—year ago”.

“Who knows it?”

“Only you. No one else. And I'm terrified, be—because… I was there when he lost Justin and… shit, we've always taken all the care, but… this happened”. Biting your bottom lip, as the tears keep filling up your eyes, you try to not cry anymore. “I don't know… how to tell him. I don't know if he wants this. I don't want to lose him, Antonio”.

“Hey, listen now. You're not gonna lose him, okay?” Turning his body at you and adopting your same position, he hits your shoulder briefly with his fist. “I've an idea. Write him and tell him that you're on your way and meet me in the hall”.

Nodding, he shows you a soft smile before standing up to leave the locker room. Cleaning your cheeks with the back of your hands, you do exactly what he has told you. After writing to your boyfriend and picking up your things, you walk out of the place to wait downstairs. Not a minute after, Antonio comes from behind the main desk saying his goodbye to Platt, before following you to the outside.

Offering you the bag he's carrying in his right hand, keeping the other in a pocket, you take it with curiosity.

“This department, his career, is his life. This is a good way to tell him”.

Grabbing the piece of clothing inside it, you read the emblem of Chicago P.D. before noticing the small size of the shirt.

“We usually give these shirts to the kids who come to see the station”.

Yes. That's the better idea. Your lips curve up in a tender grin of gratitude. You can't help but hug him, without caring who can be watching you.

“C'mon, go to his house and give it to him”.

“Thank you, Antonio… I don't… I don't know what to say”.

“You don't have to. Tell me tomorrow how it has goin'”.

In silence, you nod after placing a kiss on his cheek, keeping back the grey t-shirt inside the bag to go find your car in the private parking.

As always, the road is somewhat empty, reaching Hank's neighborhood in a sight. You can see the lights turned on inside, through the windows, and a free place to park your SUV behind his. Taking your time to leave your car there, you step out having a deep breath trying to calm yourself and your nerves. In your head dance a lot of possible ways about how he will react, and every one of them scares you like never.

Putting your eyes on the bag, you find the needed encouragement to come into his house. Leaving your backpack at the entrance, you lead your steps to the back garden, finding Hank sitting on a wooden chair, leaning forward and shaking his knees nervously. You haven't come this ‘late’ before. But as soon as you sit by his side, placing the bag over the dinner table, he feels less agitated.

Resting his back against his chair, tangling his hands over his abdomen, he can't help but feel curiosity about the content of it and the worrying installed on your face.

“What kind of hell are you into, hm?”

Rubbing the line of his jaw with his thumb, he intertwines his hands again waiting for a response. Maybe we need to talk aren't the words you want to choose, but they're the ones that escape from your throat. Watching how his face hardens, you gulp before licking your bottom lip.

“I don't know how it happened. It's not like… I planned it”.

“Don't beat around the bush and be clear with me”. Hank gesticulates with his forefinger, as he always does when he's losing his nerves. “That's why you have been acting distant, right? If you don't want to continue, just tell me”.

He hisses the last three words, hiding the misery in his tone of voice, leaning forward to you. And that really hurts you, to think that he believes you don't love him anymore. That he may think that his life is not compatible with yours. But that's bullshit. You would make them both fit at any cost, if you would have to.

“What? No, no, no! I'm not going to leave you, Hank. I don't want to”.

“Then, what is this about?”

You can't help but close your eyes and take a deep, deep, deep breath until you feel your lungs about to explode. Expelling the air through your nostrils, you decide to give him the bag instead of continuing screwing up the situation by using the wrong words. Frowning, he slides his hand inside it to take off the shirt of small size. Putting it between his fingers and in front of his hands, Hank raises an eyebrow without understanding what that shirt means.

“You stole it?”

“Technically… It wasn't me, but… Antonio”.

“Antonio stole a shirt and gave it to you, because he doesn't know how to return it?”

Moving your lips in silence, trying to say something, you can't believe he's really this fucking dumb. Shrugging he keeps it back inside the bag, pressing his lips.

“I will do it tomo—”.

“To be a detective, you're too stupid, Henry”. The laugh fills up the garden for a moment, starting to feel less scared than five minutes ago. “Hold the shirt again and put that brain of yours to work”.

He grunts tired of your games, doing what you just told him. Placing it stretched over the table, your boyfriend seems thoughtful rubbing his chin. Looking at you sideways, he shakes his head not getting what you want to tell him, turning towards you clapping his hands.

“I hate riddles. Spit it of a damn time, sweetheart”.

“I'm pregnant”.

Hank doesn't move a single inch of his body, as if he hadn't listened to you. His brown eyes are glued on yours. He doesn't even blink, looking at you as if he's studying your face to make sure himself that it's not a macabre joke. That you aren't kidding. That you're telling him the truth. When he kisses his lips, still remaining silence, you feel at the edge.

“Listen, I was scared of telling you. Not only because it means that people should know we are together, but because I don't know how you feel about it. But I swear for my badge, if you don't say anything in ten seconds, I'm gonna punch you in the face. And believe me, I have had a horrible day, Hank. Got too much rage accumulated in my hands”.

“I don't know what to say”. He whispers while you finish your threat.

Barely breathing, you nod, licking your incisors, putting your gaze away somewhere in the garden. It wasn't the response you wanted to hear, but it was the one you were waiting for. Being sure that he's going to end your relationship, but at least taking care of your baby, the tears fill up your eyes, reddening them again.

Cleaning a furtive one running down your left cheek, you get up from your seat about to leave the porch to come into the house, grab your things and go to your apartment. The only thing you were afraid of since you met him is now destroying you slowly. But Hank doesn't let you pass him away, gently gripping your forearm to make you take a step back and sit on his lap.

“I'm sorry…” You sob covering your face with both hands, not being able to look at him.

“Why?”

“I just… I don't wanna lose you. I've never felt happier in my… fucking life, before meeting you. I'm my best version since we're together. I lo—I love you with all my heart, I swear it…”

“Is this because of Justin?”

Your cry suddenly stops, using the sleeves of your jacket to clean your face, raising it towards him. It's been a long time since you talked about his son for the last time, keeping the mourning for himself.

“I saw you, Hank. You were devastated… Your wound is still bleeding and it's okay. It's normal, I understand it. I will never tell you to not cry for him. I didn't want you to… feel like I'm trying to cover this hole in your heart, just because the only thing I want is you to be happy. I didn't wa—”.

“Justin died, that's a fact. I miss him every day of my life. I should have been a better father for him. Maybe he would be alive now, maybe that night wouldn't have ever happened. But that doesn't mean I don't want this”. He points at the grey t-shirt, giving you some hope. “There's no one who cares more about me than you do. I've imagined my life with you thousands of times. How it would be to have a family together. Do the right thing, because it's never too late to change. And as you said so, you made me a better man too. I want it, (Y/N). I want this life with you. I want this kid. And I want you”.

You pout at him, feeling much better knowing that everything is clear. Placing a hand on the back of your neck, he pushes you closer to catch your lips with his to transmit you all the happiness and the tenderness he has inside his soul, after giving him this second chance in life.

“We will talk with Crowley and Platt tomorrow, okay with that?” You nod in response. “So… Antonio knows, uh?”

“Yeah, he… found me crying in the locker room and saw your message on my phone. It was his idea”.

“He had a good one”. Hank assures while chuckling, urging to rest your head against his chest. “I will give him a biscuit tomorrow, you know, for being a smart dog”.

“He wasn't in Narcotics for anything…”

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