#as soon as she said she was gonna do physical copies | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

call-me-strega · 4 months

Text

How to Become a Step-Dad in 5 Easy Steps: part 2 (chapter 1/?)

Here is part 1, lore

Edit: ao3 link now here

They do go to a library in this chapter so there are a lot of references to books in this chapter. I've read some but not all of them so I can say anything about their quality more than as things that I thought sounded interesting in theory. A lot of the stuff at the library was inspired by my own experiences with public libraries.

~~~

Step 2: Get to know them

Within the next 4 months Jason ran into Danny several more times. Each time becoming more and more enamored with the young man. It was hard not to when he saw how kind and hard-working he was.

The first time he ran into Danny after their first meeting he actually ran into Ellie first. Well, technically she ran into him but that's beside the point. But if you were gonna get technical about it he heard her little giggles before he saw her.

He had been at the library during some of his downtime to peruse some books and relax. The life of a vigilante crime lord isn't a very peaceful one, go figure. That's why Jason liked taking some time to himself every once in a while whether it was to have tea with Alfred, hang with one of his friends or siblings, or in this case visit Gotham Public Library.

Sure he could've gone to the Manor Library or gotten something online but the Manor was pretty far from the Alley and preferred having physical copies of his books rather than a computer or tablet. Electronics just didn't have that nostalgic book smell or the soft touch of a well-loved page.

Going to the library also came with its own perks. For one, he got to visit Barbie at work. It was always nice to see her as they had this unspoken solidarity between them. The atmosphere was also a plus. There was just something special about being able to be completely solitary yet still have this special connection to the other patrons. Seeing the old man enjoying a novel with his wife, the book club that met on Sundays, the haggard office worker winding down on the weekend with a graphic novel, the young woman teaching herself sign language, the teens goofing off while they were supposed to be studying, a mom reading The Kissing Hand to her kids, all of the various people here for various reasons; all of it made Jason feel like he was a part of something bigger.

He was currently browsing a display of LGBT+ books for young adults that the library had put up for Pride Month. '"Cemetery Boys", "Aristotle and Dante", "You Should See Me in a Crown", "Six of Crows", "Boyfriend Material", "Red, White, and Royal Blue", "Carry On", Oh- "The Song of Achilles" that sounds interesting?'

That’s when he felt a small chill pass behind him. He initially dismissed it as a draft from the air conditioner, but soon after he heard the sound of excited giggles nearby. He didn't think too much of it assuming it was another kid on their way out of the children's section. However, something niggled in the back of his head that this particular giggle was one he was familiar with.

That's when he felt something collide with his leg. He looked down to see a small child with a head of glossy black hair in a red beanie glomping his leg. Suddenly, the child looked up and beamed at him. Jason's eyes lit up with recognition and he laughed.

" Hey there munchkin, how are you?"

Ellie continued to smile, releasing her hold on his leg.

" I'm doing really good Mr. Jason! Daddy told me he didn't have any work today and he said we could go anywhere we wanted! First, we went to the bodega a got these really big breakfast sandwiches! Like really really big! Like the size of my face and we shared! And then Daddy took me to the park and it was really fun! I saw a squirrel there but it ran away before I could pet it! And then we came here and Daddy said we'd make me a library card so I could get whichever books I wanted. He read Oh The Places You Will Go and Where the Wild Things Are to me and then they were gonna have story time and Daddy looked tired from the park so I told him to read one of his space books and rest while I went to story time like a big girl! When story time was over I looked around and saw you so I came over to say hi and thank you for the cookies and food because daddy says we should always say thank you when people give us gifts!"

Damn, the girl sure had one hell of a motor mouth on her. It seemed she and Danny were in the middle of a father-daughter day. It brought a smile to his face to see that she was well taken care of, but based on her very informative rambles, it seemed they were taking care of each other.

" Why don't we go say hi to your dad, huh Elle?"

The young girl gasped, "That's a great idea! Then Daddy can say thank you too! And then you can read with us and come to our house for dinner! Daddy kept saying how he wanted to make something for you too since you made us the-, the- uuh... luz-on-ya and cookies!"

" Whoa there munchkin, how about we just start with hi?"

Ellie nodded with a determined look on her face, she wrapped her little hand around his pointer finger and pulled him along to the semi-secluded corner of the children's section. Sitting there in an armchair next to a small pile of books was Danny, who seemed to be out cold, The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy slipping from his fingers.

'Aah he must be tired from moving in and probably from working too' Jason thought to himself. A smaller voice in the back of his chimed in with its own two cents. ' He still made time for her. He took her out and is spending the whole day with her even though he's tired. He's a good dad.' That's when he made up his mind not to disrupt Danny's nap and let him get some rest before he had to tackle the rest of his father-daughter day with his hyperactive six-year-old. He placed a hand on Ellie's shoulder, stopping her as she was about to shake Danny awake, and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

" It looks like you were right about your dad being tired. How about we let him rest for now and I'll say hi another time? Besides I wouldn't want to interrupt your daddy-daughter day now would I?" He started to guide her to a different portion of the library quickly forming a plan, "Hows' bout we do something I think you'll like? Did you know sometimes they bring puppies and kitties into the library?"

The young girl gasped, " REALLY!"

" Yeah, sometimes puppies and kitties can help people who are feeling sad or nervous feel better. They also help teach kids how to act nicely and quietly so that they don't scare animals by letting them read to a puppy or kitty. I can help you sign up to read to a puppy or kitty today if you want? Then afterward, you can go tell your dad and he'll be really proud of you."

The young girl seemed so excited by the prospect that Jason worried for a second that she might explode.

" That's a great idea Mr. Jason! He'll be so proud of me and he'll bring me again! And I'll get so good at not scaring animals that the squirrels in the park will let me pet them! Then, Daddy will be so impressed that he'll let us get our own puppy and Cujo can come live with us!"

Jason winced, perhaps his plan had been a tad too effective. Single parents had a hard enough time keep themselves afloat while looking after their kids, a pet was extra expenses and another commitment to devote time and effort to. Pets were usually out of budget and out of question for anyone living in or near the Alley.

Well, he'd cross that bridge if he ever got to it. For now, he focused on getting Ellie signed up to read to Charlie, the old St. Bernard that was at the library this today. He and the trainer, he squinted reading her name tag, Amanda, supervised the session. Jason would be lying if he wasn't endeared by the sight of a young girl reading Dragons Love Tacos very enthusiastically to a dog nearly twice her size.

" It's nice to see a young father spending time with his daughter."

'I agree' Jason thought before realizing Amanda thought he was Ellie's dad.

" Oh- ah no I'm her -," Jason quickly made up his mind on the least creepy excuse he could find, " -babysitter. Although, her father does make a lot of effort spend time with her."

The dog trainer flushed and apologized for her mistake but Jason waved her off saying it was no big deal. Silently, he wondered how often Danny got time to himself. When he realized what he was thinking he raised an eyebrow at himself before dismissing it as worry for a young parent and wondering how he divided his time to be able to take such good care of his daughter.

Ellie was saying her final goodbyes to Charlie when he got a text from Alfred reminding him he had promised to meet him for tea and some chitchat. Once Ellie returned to his side he let her know that he had had fun seeing her today but that he had to go spend some time with his granddad and that he'd have to say hi to her dad another time. She accepted this with a surprising amount of maturity for a 6-year-old but made him pinky-promise that he'd definitely spend some time with the both of them next time they saw each other. Jason happily accepted and sent her back off to her dad before heading over to the tea shop he and Alfred liked to meet at.

" It is so nice to see you again Master Jason. I'm happy to see arrive in one piece. Usually when you are delayed it is due to some rather -ah, unfortunate hold-ups," Alfred greeted him. He returned the smile, sinking into his seat across from Alfred, ready to unload.

" Not this time Alfie, though it is a bit of a story."

" One I'm sure you'll be pleased to tell me all about," he challenged, raising an eyebrow. Jason just shook his head and chuckled.

" Sure thing Alfie."

The next time he ran into Danny and Ellie he was at the grocery store.

Jason had been examining a piece of zucchini when he felt a light, cool breeze quickly followed by the sensation of someone walking past him. A lean figure came and stood nearby inspecting the squash. Jason glanced up, having registered a new presence, before doing a double take. A small grin graced his lips as he spoke,

" Well hey there neighbor, didn't expect to see you today."

Danny looked up, slightly startled before he saw that it was Jason. He smiled back and returned his greeting in a warm tone.

" Hey neighbor, I didn't expect to see you either. Honestly, I was hoping we wouldn't meet till I had made a batch of my family's signature fudge to give you as a thank you when we returned your dishes for the food and for looking after Ellie that day in the library."

" Ah~ the little munchkin told you bout that did she?"

" She was pleased to inform me about how she was learning not to scare animals and how Mr. Jason was sooo nice and even pinky promised to spend some more time with her." he teased.

Jason flushed slightly, his hand coming up to the back of his neck,

" Oh yeah, I hope I didn't overstep my bounds there. She just seemed so excited."

" Yeah, that sounds like my little spitfire!" he chuckled fondly. He took a deep breath and continued. " Well if you don't have anything else going on tonight I'd love to have you over. Ellie has really been looking forward to seeing you again and I can whip up some fudge that you can take home with you if you stay for dinner?" Danny seemed to flush at his own forwardness before rushing to continue, " I mean- not that you have to, especially if you're busy! I just- thought it might be nice to get to know my neighbor, especially since Ellie seems to like you so much! But-"

Jason, who had just finished processing the dinner invite, interrupted before Danny spiraled deeper into his nervous rambles. He place a hand on Danny's shoulder to get his attention and spoke,

" Sure. I'd love to come over Danny." He smiled, puffing up his chest, “ Besides, I have a pinky promise to fulfill.”

Danny returned his smile with a laugh, giving Jason's shoulder an embarrassed shove. Jason grinned at having successfully made the other laugh. The two stared at each other for a beat, coming down from their high of making each other laugh, before flushing and looking away. A look of realization passed over Danny's face and he turned to speak to Jason again.

" You probably have your own groceries to finish and put away. How about you come over around 7:30? I can have the fudge cooling in the fridge while we eat, oh which reminds me, you’re not allergic to anything are you?"

Jason smiled back. "7:30 sounds great Danny and no, no allergies as far as I’m aware, though I’m not particularly fond of most shellfish."

“Well alrighty then I’ll see you at 7:30,” Danny confirmed with a smile and rushed off to continue his own shopping.

And that’s how Jason found himself standing outside the Nightingale residence in a casual maroon 3/4 sleeve tee, a dark denim jacket, and some of his nicer trousers with a bouquet of flowers he put a frankly embarrassing amount of thought into. He figured bringing more food wouldn’t be appropriate since he was a dinner guest, dessert wouldn’t fly either as Danny had claimed he’d be making fudge, and wine didn’t seem appropriate with a 6-year-old also in attendance.

‘Come on Jason, it’s just a casual dinner with your neighbors! Normal human interaction, nothing to be nervous about! You can do this!’

Jason took a breath and knocked on the door. He heard a pitched squee followed by a “it’s him daddy!” come from behind the door. Unconsciously, Jason smiled as he heard the door unlocking. As it opened he was met with a cool breeze from within the apartment and the sight of his two neighbors. Danny was in a pale, moss green apron, smudged with what appeared to be powdered sugar, over a pale blue button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and cuffed jeans. Ellie was dressed in an interesting combo of pink crocs, neon green leggings, a sparkly, powder blue tutu, a white shirt with glittery black script declaring her “Daddy’s little princess”, a denim jacket embroidered with flowers and vines on the back and sleeves, and a plastic tiara with a big purple gem in the middle fixed atop her signature red beanie.

“Hi,” Danny greeted a bit breathlessly. His young daughter stood in front of him beaming up at Jason.

“ Mr. Jason you came!” She bounced excitedly on her heels before launching forward to hug his leg. She tugged at his jacket before pointing to her own, “Look! We match!”

With a smile, Jason got down on one knee and offered the flowers to her, “ And what an honor it is to match with such a beautiful princess! Please, accept these flowers as a token of my goodwill m’lady!”

“Thank you!” The girl giggled, accepting the bouquet and scurrying back into the apartment. Jason watched her go with a smile. He then turned his gaze to look up at Danny who watched the whole interaction with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. He met Jason’s gaze and smiled.

“Why don’t you come in too my good sir,” he teased, holding out his hand to help Jason up. Jason smirked at the opportunity Danny had unknowingly presented him. He took Danny’s hand but made no move to get up. Instead, he ran his thumb over the other man’s knuckles and slowly brought the hand closer to his face. He glanced up once more, teal eyes connecting to icy blue ones.

“Of course my dear king,” he whispered. His breath dancing over Danny’s hand, his lips ghosting over his knuckles. Maintaining eye contact, the kneeling man placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles, watching a beautiful red flush bloom upon the young man’s face.

‘His hand is cold. His fingers have the beginnings of callouses on them. It feels like his hand was made to fit in mine. This feels right’

Jason is snapped out of his reverie when Danny clears his throat. He coughs into his other hand while trying to hide his blush, averting his eyes in embarrassment. He doesn't withdraw his hand however, allowing Jason to continue to hold it. Jason took that as his sign to get up before this got too awkward.

He rose from the ground still not letting go of the other's hand. The pair stood there for a moment with their hands intertwined, as if a message was being passed through their tingling palms. A charge filled the air with an exhilarating tension. The kind you feel before trying something unfamiliar and new that, unbeknownst to you, will become your favorite.

“So, uh, let’s head in then?” Danny said, slowly withdrawing his hand from Jason’s, almost as if he was reluctant to do so.

“Let’s,” Jason replied and the two turned into the apartment.

Danny had Ellie show Jason to the bathroom so he could wash up as he set the table. He had made grilled squash, a macaroni and beef hotdish, and some Greek salad on the side. The three of them sat at the table making some small talk ( how are they liking it in Gotham, how did the rest of daddy-daughter day go, does Jason have restaurant/activity recommendations, would he like to see Ellie’s favorite model airplane, etc.) and laughing with each other over horrible dad jokes and Ellie’s antics.

Jason could feel his chest fill with an almost unbearable warmth. He would’ve sworn it’d have melted him from the inside out if it hadn’t been accompanied by an overwhelming feeling of joy and desire. The traitorous little whisper in his head returned to comment on how much he’d love to be a part of the Nightingale’s family.

Soon enough it was time for Ellie to head to bed and Jason to head out, lest he be late for patrol.

“Here, I can clear off the table while you put her to bed.”

Danny rushed to stop him despite the young child koala wrapped over his torso. “Oh, you really don’t have to do that. I can-”

“Relax your highness, let me take care of this while you put the princess to bed.” He gave Danny a kind look, hefting up the dirty dishes. Danny returned it with a grateful look and turned to go put his daughter to bed. Over his shoulder, Ellie looked up sleepily and weakly waved one last time saying “Goodnight Mr.Jason” in a small voice.

Jason smiled gently at her and replied, “Goodnight princess.”

He then turned back to his task of clearing the table. Moving the dirty dishes to the sink and the serving dishes to the counter. He figured he’d get started on the dishes while he waited for Danny to return. He let his mind wander as he covered a plate with soapy suds. Danny and Ellie seemed like a good pair of neighbors. He doubted they’d cause him any trouble and if they ever unintentionally did, Jason found himself thinking he’d find it rather easy to forgive them. The two were both so welcoming and full of life. They made Jason feel so happy and peaceful tonight. They welcomed him into their home and made him feel as if they enjoyed his company and wanted him around for more than just a cursory “return the favor” dinner. ‘As If he belongs there. With them.’ The little voice returned, prompting Jason to reel in his thoughts. He’s only known them for what? Two weeks? These weren’t the type of thoughts he should be having at this point. He tried to rationalize it telling himself he just missed the domesticity of family dinners like he had when Catherine was in a good stretch or like he had with Bruce, Dick, and Alfred as kid when they were all getting along. He made up his mind to attend one of the bi-weekly family dinners at the manor coming up. It’d be nice to see the little demon brat, big bird, and nerd bird again now that they were getting along like actual brothers.

“Oh! Jason you didn’t have to do that!” His train of thought broken by Danny rushing over to protest him doing dishes. “You’re a guest! You really didn’t have to-”

“It’s okay Danny, I wanted to,” he reassured the fussing young man who pulled him away from the sink. The young man responded by pushing him out of the kitchen and telling him to grab his jacket before turning back to grab something from the fridge.

And there he stood in the doorway, 20 minutes after he had intended to leave, still saying goodbye. Danny pushed a familiar Tupperware container into his hands, which recognized as the one he had given them lasagna in, now full of dark squares of fudge sprinkled with a bit of white and green on top.

Danny smiled as he handed him the sweets. “A family recipe with my own little twist on it,” he winked. Jason gratefully accepted, wishing the young man well and agreeing that he hoped to see the other again soon. And with that, Jason rushed off hoping that he wouldn’t be late for patrol.

~ Later that night Jason returned to his apartment, exhausted. He chucked his helmet off onto the bed and stumbled to his kitchen. He pulled open the fridge in search of something to eat when his eyes landed on the fudge his neighbor had given him. He pulled it out and grabbed a square, giving it a sniff before biting in. His eyes widened at the taste.

The fudge was, well fudgy, but not overly sweet. It had a richness of dark chocolate and a sweeter note from the white chocolate chips mixed in. There were also candied orange peels mixed into it which gave the fudge a bit of chew and acidity to break up the richness. The fudge was topped with pistachios adding a nutty, earthy flavor to the experience. He’s sure that if Martian Manhunter ever tried these he’d accuse Jason of giving him hard drugs. But what Jason liked most of all was the quality only homemade food and family recipes passed down over generations have. He could practically taste the amount of love and thought that went into this fudge.

Jason smiled to himself finishing off his square and decided the save the rest for later. He headed off to bed with a peaceful smile on his face and a warm, full, feeling in his chest.

~~~

I tried very hard to balance out the dialogue and description as well as to not make it too long winded and keep the story moving so please let me know what you guys think. I love receiving feedback so if there is anything you want to see more or less of let me know. I’m also open to suggestions of where Jason should run into our father-daughter pair next.

If anyone's interested here is what the bouquet was comprised of: apple blossom- preference, basil- good wishes, white camellia- you're adorable, goldenrod- encouragement/good fortune, violets- watchfulness/modesty/faithfulness

I actually looked up a real fudge recipe so that I'd have and easier time describing it. You can find it here: https://www.midwestliving.com/recipe/candy/creamy-rich-pistachio-tangerine-fudge

#long post #like Long long #dead on main #jason todd x danny fenton #dc x dp #How To Become a Step-Dad in 5 Easy Steps #How to Become a Step-Dad #hbsd #romance #fluff #domestic fluff #falling in love #single dad!danny fenton #de-aged!dani #books & libraries #family dinner #jason todd #danielle fenton #danny fenton

121 notes · View notes

intoxicated-chan · 1 year

Note

Hello, can I request headcannons for Mk nightwolf, fujin, Kung Lao, Rain, Kitana, and Lui Kang with an S/O who loves to tease them just to watch them get flustered and red in the face, please.

『Having an S/O Who Loves To Tease Them』

♡o。.✿ฺ Characters // Nightwolf, Fujin, Kung Lao, Rain, Kitana, Liu Kang…

♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // gender neutral reader, flirting, teasing, sexual themes…

NIGHTWOLF

Depending on what you say, either Nightwolf knows and will scold you with a flustered face or just completely confused.

There were times where he took more than a single minute to understand what you had just said to him.

But the results were always cute to see, stuttering, trying to cough over the obvious embarrassment, and so on.

Nightwolf loves it though, he ain’t gonna be admitting it anytime soon though.

FUJIN

Another easily flustered boi. Sure he’s a god who spent a lot of time on Earthrealm but it also means that he’s heard his fair share of lines.

Of course he’s handsome, but it isn’t everyday he has someone always bombarding him with lines and teasing.

Fujin loves it though, for him, it’s his way of knowing you’ll always love him because it’s always for him and only him.

Fujin does try to learn himself but either he fails or embarrasses himself even more.

KUNG LAO

It will be a competition on who can make the other flustered even more.

He doesn’t like playing with feelings and makes sure that you know that he isn’t trying to fool you.

Raiden has a hard time trying to get Kung Lao to focus if he’s testing the lines on himself or Liu Kang.

He adores flirting and teasing with you.

RAIN

Man is made of steel. Very difficult to make him flustered and the only way would have to be physical contact.

But it’s amusing to see you try over and over again to make him red in the face.

Rain loves turning it around and makes you flustered, making you always want to try harder the next time.

Overall, Rain is the one making you flustered.

KITANA

Oh, very easily as well but not as bad as Fuijn. She’s trained herself not to show much emotion but when you’re alone, she always lets her guard down.

Kitana would always ‘scold’ you for your behavior but she secretly loves it.

There are those rare times where she’d fight back and in the end you’re both flustered.

LIU KANG

Another one that is very difficult. It’s mainly because he’s dense and mainly has his mind controlled.

A rarity to have some kind reaction out of this man. Kung Lao will have to teach him what you’re trying to say.

Liu Kang will be very slow when it comes to flirting and teasing but it soon becomes a talent to him.

Kung Lao sometimes regrets teaching him.

#x reader #fluff #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #x female reader #x gender neutral reader #mk kung lao #mk fujin #mk liu kang #mk headcanons #mk kitana #kitana x reader #fujin x reader #liu kang x reader #kung lao x reader #mk rain #rain x reader #mk nightwolf #Nightwolf x reader

951 notes · View notes

luwukass · 3 months

Text

OKAY TRACKLIST BREAKDOWN!!!!

so i have now had breakfast and coffee and my brain is on and FUNCTIONING lets get into this

putting a break here incase youre scrolling and dont wanna read all of this lol

so first things first i was watching tiktok and people were making a big deal about how its split up into sides similarly to midnights now i do believe that taylor posted the back cover of the vinyl and that the cd will be different but i could be wrong. even if it is split up like this on purpose on every physical copy this does mean that it is a two LP album instead of one like midnights

one vinyl (both sides) can hold up to 44 minutes of music on it so we can roughly estimate that the full album will be about an hour and a half long now if each side is 22 minutes long each track on side a, b and c should be about (if each song is in equal length) 5 and a half minutes long. side d has 5 songs on it so some of those might be short to fit in the manuscript

i have also seen people compare this back cover to the back cover of lover which is absolutely breaking my heart and im sure thats not gonna be the last lover comparison i see about this album

okay so lets dive into this track by track

SIDE A

track one: Fortnight (feat Post Malone)

okay so first of all this is obviously not a reference to fortnite the video game but i think all of those jokes are funny as hell. the fortnight shes talking about here is a reference to the measurement of time as seen down below google states that fortnight is a british term for two weeks.

according to wikipedia fortnight is derived from the old english term fēowertiene niht, meaning "fourteen nights".

now onto post malone i actually listen to some of his music from time to time. he mostly does do rap but his most recent album austin (which is coincidentally also taylors brothers name, but is also post malones real name) is listed on google as alternative rock, indie pop and synth-pop. so im unsure of what vibe post will bring to the track. i think its also surprising she placed one of the two collabs as the opening track. i think the vibe for this track will probably be either a story about what happened in a certain two week period or about what is going to happen in two weeks from the songs time standpoint (if that makes sense lol)

track two: The Tortured Poets Department

A TITLE TRACK!!!! now obviously we dont know much about the album yet so we cant really try and figure out what the title track will be about so im just gonna do a little yippee for having a title track

track three: My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

this is a Whole fucking title good lord the only thing that really comes to mind when i think of this title is the lyric in better than revenge where she says “soon shes gonna find stealing other peoples toys on the playground wont make you many friends” which is if im not forgetting anything the only lyric as of now where she’s referred to being someones partner as someones “toy” but that lyric itself is a metaphor for relationships being playing on a playground. this will probably be a sad or angry song about how her ‘boy’ goes around breaking/hurting his favorite ‘toy’ aka taylor

track four: Down Bad

okay now down bad if you dont know is a slang term to describe how badly you have fallen for someone (mostly used in a more sexual nature in my experience than romantic) so this song will probably be about how badly she is for the love interest of the song

SIDE B

track five: So Long, London

alright new track five lets go! so this is obviously seeming to be a reference to track 11 on lover, london boy. now like taylor said when she announced it this album has been a secret for two years so we dont know when these songs were written or who they are about but i feel like it is safe to say this song and most of the other will be about said london boy [i personally do not care who a song is about and it is not taylors job to tell us who a song is about and that isnt the point of her music, but i will be commenting on the joe breakup bc that seems to be a large idea of this album so far] i can see this probably being about the break up and possibly sampling some music from london boy like she did with cornelia street and youre losing me

track six: But Daddy I Love Him

okay so the first thing i thought of when i read this track title is the scene from the little mermaid where ariel is fighting with her dad over the eric statue and im gonna be honest i dont remember the plot points in order of this movie BUT i do remember when taylor dressed up as ariel for her new years party in 2019. so given what we know this will probably be a song about maybe her fighting/arguing with her dad over how much she loves the love interest of the song regardless of who he is/how he treats her

track seven: Fresh Out The Slammer

okay so im not sure what this song will be about bc i dont think taylor has ever been to jail before so it would probably be metaphorical type of “im back bitches” type of song im assuming this might be a bass heavy maybe more rock leaning song and if it is a “im back bitches” it might be about the amount of time she was single for with the ‘slammer’ being her old relationship

track eight: Florida!!! (feat Florence and the Machine)

alright so as we all know this album has been in the works at least for two years but we dont know when each song was written so take this with a grain of salt but the tampa eras tour shows were the first shows after the news of the joe breakup dropped. so this song might be about her feelings during those shows. for those that want to know these were the surprise songs for the tampa shows in order.

night one: speak now and treacherous

night two: the great war and youre on your own kid

night three: mad woman and mean

SIDE C

track nine: Guilty as Sin?

okay so my main curiosity about this track is the question mark in the title because guilty as sin isnt much of a thought provoking title to me but that fact that its a question is interesting. the current vibes im getting are that this might be a more sexy song? but i have no idea here

track ten: Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

okay so THIS is giving big taunting energy like “aww who would ever be afraid of little ol me 🥺 youre afraid of me?” which im Hoping thats what the vibes are bc that would HIT but i can also see it being completely different as well

track eleven: I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

oh my GOD this one sounds like its gonna be sad. so this is obviously a reference to the common seen online phrase “i can/could fix him” which as ive seen is normally used towards people who are attracted to hot fictional characters that usually have a lot of emotional baggage or are villains (i saw it a lot when ballad of songbirds and snakes came out about young snow) so this song will probably be about her promising that she Can fix him and really will despite ‘him’ being broken or maybe even possibly a bad partner

track twelve: loml

so i saw and rb a post earlier about how its very interesting that this is already an acronym which i completely agree with because taylor knows we are no strangers to turning her song titles into acronyms. so loml does usually mean love of my life but i think because its already an acronym it might be something different (i saw someone earlier say it might be loss of my life instead of love)

SIDE D

track thirteen: I Can Do It With a Broken Heart

this one i think will kill me personally. i think this one will probably be about her continuing to go on with life (and possibly the eras tour) post joe break up i think this one will either be a sad song or a light beat ‘picking myself up on my feet’ song

track fourteen: The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

this has so many implications but personally i think the interpretation shes gonna use for this song will be about how the said man is small emotionally and just as a person (i doubt she will talk about physical shortness in height or other areas)

track fifteen: The Alchemy

now im gonna be so real here i have no idea what this one will be about google says that alchemy is an older version of chemistry so maybe she will talk about the chemistry or alchemy she has in her relationships?

track sixteen: Clara Bow

alright Clara Bow! okay so i dont know much about old hollywood so i am NOT the person to deep dive into what this song will be about but all i do know about her is that she was The “It” girl of the silent film era so im assuming this song will probably be like the lucky one and talk about the rise to stardom and being the Biggest Star Of The Time

track seventeen(bonus track): The Manuscript

alright so after looking at the definition of a manuscript this is the PERFECT bonus track?!!?!?! so a manuscript is normally a piece of work that is written or typed out but isnt officially published which is just genius for having it be a bonus track that probably wont be on streaming (if not for a long time) i have no idea what itll be about but i love that mastermind

that’s pretty much all of my thoughts as of currently PLEASE let me know what yall think and what theories yall have for this album i am SO excited for april 19th 💕

#my posts 💕#taylor swift #swiftie #swifties #taylor swift theories #clowning 🤡#ttpd #the tortured poets department

39 notes · View notes

astrequa · 2 years

Text

— Falling in love with you !

Little things they do when they realize they have fallen in love with you

୨��: Childe, Dottore, Eula, DIluc [Flower edition]

A/notes. I enjoy writing for Eula, and with her rumored rerun, couldn't be happier ♡ Referring Childe as Tartaglia,, Dottore part took place in Sumeru Akademiya !

#. TARTAGLIA : Monoceros Caeli

He would show you in any obvious way like— calling you pet names, bringing you on romantic dates, or buying you some expensive stuff. He acts as Zhongli's wallet so it's normal for him to spend a lot of mora(s) in 1 day. He teases you 24/7 about it.

"Why would you like Mr. Zhongli? Don't you think I fit perfectly as your boyfriend or even husband?"

I see him sending you a lot of flowers and some cheesy pickup lines.

#. II DOTTORE : The doctor

He never interested in love or falling in love once, every day he busied himself with experiments and theories so when it's come to this topic, he's hopeless. Grow you a flower that matches your eye color and said he doesn't mean to. Don't take it seriously, he just doesn't know what to do, the feeling in his chest is unbearable. He yearns for your attention and your love.

"You know today I received a one-of-a-kind flower that looks like a crystallize one" "And? It's not like I'm the one who gives you"

His heart would explode if you kept his flowers and decorate them in your dorm

#. EULA LAWRENCE : Aphros Delos

She doesn't want to rush things, so she takes her time and makes sure she truly loves you. Seek Amber's advice with this; due to her surroundings, she isn't particularly skilled at expressing affection. Not a fan of physical contact, but for you? Your exclusion. She would pat your head or hold your hand. If she sincerely wants to express her love for you, she will give you a present. Mostly flowers since that's what Amber told her; flowers also can act as the language of love. Ask her what the gift was for, and she will state that it was merely a friendly gift.

"I starting to think there was another reason behind this..." "You think to much, it's simply a friendly gift"

I say that Cecilia will be the main flower, a beautiful flower that suits you as they are also hard to get it.

#. DILUC RAGNVINDR : Noctua

Doesn't actually believe that he falls for you. He just can't picture himself in a relationship due to his past. Kaeya would notice this as soon as possible; his brother? falling in love, he teases the red-haired man. Diluc will begin slowly by showing a different side of himself, such as his patience for you, asking how you are, or how protective he is when it comes to you. Deliver a banquet or anything else that reminds him of you to your place in secret.

"I feel like I have a secret admirer" "What makes you think that?" "I got a banquet of flowers again this week" "Ah, I'm sure there's nothing to worry about that"

Kaeya definitely gonna tell you that Diluc likes you.

Tagging. @strawberryswirlss

ⓒlychme. Do not copy/translate/post my works on other platforms.

— Reblogs, like and comments are much appreciated !

800 notes · View notes

jawritter · 1 year

Text

Carry On

Chapter 23

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: This chapter is gonna be a little heavy right off the bat. VERY, VERY light smut warning. Nightmare. (We’re gonna be back in the barn for a hot second.) Multiple Viewpoints. Dream in in Italics. The reader also is starting to have some thoughts and insecurities.

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67 Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

My Mastlist Series Masterlist

Y/N watched in silence as Dean turned the water on in the shower, and steam filled the small bathroom the pair of them were standing in. She noticed how his hands trembled slightly with every moment, and she was curious as to why? She’d been in the same room with him while he showered before. Hell, she’d seen more of him than he had during his recovery. So why he would be nervous was beyond her.

It was her that should have been nervous, terrified even; but she wasn’t. Maybe because she was far too busy worrying over Dean to be nervous.

When he turned around to face her, his shoulders slumped slightly, he attempted to give her a halfhearted smirk, but it died somewhere on his face, and that’s what made her take a tentative step forward and wrap her arms around him. She didn’t like seeing him this way, and she never would.

“You don’t have to do this you know,” Y/N attempted. “I can go downstairs and make us some breakfast, then we can just binge watch whatever you want to watch for the rest of the day; just have some us time.”

Dean rested his head on top of hers, and wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close to him as possible. Like if he let go, she’d run away and never come back.

“No—you don’t understand. It’s not that I don’t wan—Fuck.”

Dean took a deep breath, he hated when he stuttered over his words. He hated not knowing the right thing to say; Y/N knew this, so she just stood there holding onto him, letting him work it out.

“I just… I just don’t want you to go into this with any expectations sweetheart. Cause the likelihood that you’d end up very disappointed is a big one.”

“Dean,” she quickly interjected, “you KNOW that’s not what this is about.”

“I know,” Dean sighed heavily. “It’s something that’s easier said than done though. It’s one thing to SAY that there are no expectations, but it’s another entirely when I know you're struggling with the lack of… physical contact from my end.”

Y/N was pretty sure, this is what it felt like to be suddenly sucker punched in the gut by some heavyweight wrestler, because she didn’t know whether her legs wanted to give out, or whether she wanted to just vomit.

“Dean, I’ve never said—”

“You talk in your sleep baby… and I don’t sleep much anymore.”

Humiliated, she felt completely and totally fucking humiliated. In fact, if the floor could have opened up, she would have gladly jumped in and allowed the earth to swallow her whole. All this time, she thought she’d been keeping her insecurities to herself. Apparently, she was just fooling herself.

As soon as she could feel her legs again, as she stood there opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water, she turned away from him, fully intent on fleeing the situation all together, and finding a rock to crawl under when he stopped her, and pulled her into him so fast that it almost kicked in that old hunters, fight or flight, reaction, but Dean was stronger than she anticipated, and held close to him without a problem, or maybe she was just that weak.

“Easy, hey, it’s okay,” Dean attempted, but all Y/N could really focus on was the sudden ringing in her ears and the pressure that was building behind her eyes, threatening to roll down her face. “I’m not, mad sweetheart. This is in no way your fault. I’m the fuck up this time.”

Y/N shook her head, unable to make eye contact with him out of shame and the fact that her gut suddenly seemed to be doing cartwheels.

“That’s not true Dean. It’s selfish of me. It’s rude. You’ve been through so much, and I’m lucky to still have you here at all. I should be grateful, and I am. I’m so, SO sorry.”

Dean released her, and pulled the shirt she’d been sleeping in over her head, leaving her completely topless in front of him, but he kept talking, and she was thankful he did, because if he didn’t then she might have not had time to let the anxiety and self doubt she was fighting against win.

“I’ve always had a huge problem,” Dean continued as he slipped her sensible panties down her legs, and held her hand as she stepped out of them, before dropping his own sweats. “That problem is, when I’m struggling with something, or when I’m struggling with my, you know my own mental health, I shut down. Hard. Usually, that means busying myself with things that don’t mean much around me; work, the cars, and I tend to neglect the things that really matter in order to keep myself busy and out of my head. That’s what I’ve done here.”

“Dean, you haven’t neglect—”

“Yes, I have. I’ve been up for a long time now, and I’ve had a while to think this through, and you’re not going to change my mind,” Dean announced stubbornly as he laced his fingers with hers and pulled her into the shower with him, allowing the warm spray to cascade down them. “Just because I don’t know exactly where my physical limitations are, I’ve pushed away any form of intimacy, even if sex wasn’t on the table yet. There was no reason why I couldn’t have spent time with you, other than I’m a coward.”

“You aren’t a coward Dean,” Y/N argued, “I can’t say that in your situation I’d be much better had the rolls been reversed.”

Dean picked up the shampoo off the shelf of the sidewall of the shower, and started working it through her hair.

“Well, I disagree. In fact, you’ve been through just as much as I have here. Maybe not the physical, but sometimes the mental can be worse than any physical limitation. You’ve ripped up your whole life for mine, and I haven’t even been able to make myself give you the time and attention you deserve, but I’m in denial about being stuck in my own head.”

The more he talked, the more the pit in her stomach grew, and the pressure behind her eyes increased. She refused to cry in front of him though, even though she knew he was right, honestly, that’s probably what made it worse. He was right. The mental changes she’d been through, that was a whole new thing for her, and it had affected her, more than she let herself think it had.

“Hey,” Dean finally said, placing his fingers under her chin and forcing her to look at him once he’d washed her mostly from head to toe. “That’s gonna change from now on, okay? I’m going to start making myself stop long enough to pay attention to things I need to pay attention to; I’m not gonna live in this constant fear that whatever happens between us physically I’ll end up wallowing in pain on the floor, and being nothing but a giant disappointment to you or anyone else.”

Dean placed a rag into her hand, and she robotically started to work her way over his body, over every freckle and every scar that littered his imperfect skin, damaged from years of trauma and hunting. It wasn’t repulsive, it wasn’t even something that one could see all the time with the naked eye, but when she looked, really looked at him, she could see it. Dean wasn’t the only one at fault. She knew that.

“I’ll go along with you Dean,” she said, and she watched him physically shy in relief. “But I want you to understand,” she said as she continued to take her time with him, working her way from his head to his shoulders, stopping to paint his face with her fingers, and watching as he shivered under her touch. “You’re not the only one that messed up here. I wasn’t open and honest with you either. I wasn’t talking to you when maybe I should have been. Maybe I should have pushed you a little more than I have been to take care of yourself, especially your mental health, because I was afraid, you’d shut down on me, or push me out completely. I also wanted to respect your recovery time as well as your privacy, cause I know this is anything but easy; still I also should have been talking to you about what I was struggling with too, and I didn’t. I didn’t make the effort I should have made to indicate any sort of closeness. I shut you down too Dean; I shouldn’t have done that.”

Dean said nothing, he just let her talk to him as he let his eyes wander over her shoulders and her face as his fingers danced across the skin of her back as she continued to work on him.

He needed this too, just as much as she did, and she could see that now. She should have seen that before. He wasn’t trying to push her away. He wasn’t tired of her. He was just afraid, and he’d been through enough to have a very good reason to be afraid. It did make her feel better that he was acknowledging that this wasn’t exactly easy for her either.

“We’ll have to lie about the nature of the accident to the therapist, unless you want the therapist to need therapy,” Y/N teased to break the heaviness that had settled over him, Dean chuckled to himself, and smiled genuinely for the first time in a long time.

“We’ll come up with something,” he assured her as she placed the rag to the side, and he pulled her into him again, letting his lips brush over her and down her neck back to her ear. “Well say I got hurt on a job doing construction or something; or just use whatever lie you guys told at the hospital in Ohio.”

Presently, Y/N was standing with Dean under the falling water in the shower, letting his lips leave little trails along her collarbone and throat as his hands explored whatever skin they could find. Mentally, she was in total and complete shock that he'd agreed to therapy, and more than a little concerned that whatever happened to make this shift, whatever she might have said in her sleep, whatever dream he may have had, whatever flashback, must have been really bad. Cause Dean didn’t bend easily.

Without warning, Dean shut the water off and reached to grab a towel off the rack, just outside of the shower doors, to wrap it around her, to make sure she was warm before he even bothered with himself at all, and her stomach dropped to her feet. They were making progress, she’d seen a glimpse of the old Dean Winchester, even if it was just a brief one, but just like that, he shut it down again as they both stepped outside of the shower.

Then the guilt hit her again, he’d plainly told her not to step into the shower with him with any expectations, yet apparently, she had, or else she wouldn’t feel like they had made some ground, just to run a football field’s length in the other direction.

She continued to towel herself off as she watched Dean do the same before, he turned and walked towards the door of their bedroom, not even bothering to dress himself, and laid down on the still unmade bed. She stared at him in confusion for a moment, completely and totally halting her movements as she watched him.

That wasn’t like Dean. Normally, Dean stayed well covered during the day with his typical, multiple layers. Never did he go back to bed after he’d had a shower in the morning; never had he even walked from room to room without his clothing, all the way down to his fucking boots, firmly in place.

It crossed her mind, since they seemed to be in somewhat of a self-examining mood, that this was another problem she had. She was having a struggle with letting go of being his caretaker; always worried if something was wrong with him, if he was hurting, or if he needed something, and stepping into the more intimate role of his girlfriend.

Dean no longer needed a caretaker. He didn’t need someone to fix his food for him, dress him, drive him around, take him to doctor’s appointments, physical therapy appointments, what Dean needed was a partner. Not a nurse. He’d gotten past that, and some of the reason; a lot of the reason they were at this stalemate in their ‘relationship’, is because of the caretaker mentality that she was harboring. She wanted to be closer to him, and if she was going to do that she was going to have to start treating him like a man, and not a patient, because that couldn’t be good for Dean’s mental state either.

So, she did exactly what he did. Mirroring his actions, Y/N dropped her own towel to the floor; the mess could wait, they had all day, and she made her way towards the bed; her entire body trembling with nerves. She watched Dean as she approached him, his gaze never wavering as she crossed the floor and crawled in the bed next to him. There was a hunger there in those green depths, a wanting that she thought had died in him. It was still there, she was just ignoring it because she was far too concerned about his physical well-being.

Dean reached for her immediately; letting her settle into his side as he wrapped his arm around her, and placed his lips to her forehead, letting them linger there for a moment as they settled.

“I love you Y/N, I know I don’t tell you enough, but I do,” his deep voice was quiet, as close to a whisper as she’d ever heard him.

“I love you too Dean.”

He’d never really said it before. He’d insinuated it, but never really verbally told her he loved her, and man if there ever was a day that she ever needed to hear it said, it was then.

“Do—do you trust me?” he questioned; Y/N nodded, snuggling herself deeper into him. She always hated when someone asked her that question.

“I had said I wanted to try something, and I’ve tried to do it myself, but mentally I just can’t get there. There’s just too much trauma—too much damage.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed as she listened to him struggle with putting his thoughts into words. That wasn’t a side of Dean that he normally let people see; the side of him that he kept hidden. Dean always liked to be in control. Always like to at least look like everything was fine, even when everything really was far from fine.

After a moment of hesitation, Dean’s hand slipped forward to grab her own, and move it down his body.

“Dean?” she questioned as he placed her hand over his flaccid length.

“It’s okay,” Dean affirmed, “I want to know if I can get there. There’s no way I can make myself do this on my own. I need your help if I have any hope at all of— What I’m trying to say is I don’t even know if I can, and I want to know if I can, because that’s what’s tormenting me the most; the fear that I can get started, but when it comes to the punchline so to speak. I mean, I’m literally having nightmares about it. The only way to face that is to face it. I’ve tried to do it alone, and it just throws me into a panic attack.”

“Dean, I have no problem helping you, I want to help you. I’m glad you feel safe enough to talk to me about something this personal, but you’re putting a lot of pressure on yourself, are you sure you wanna do it this way? I feel like you’re making it harder on yourself just getting here with the anticipation of ‘let me find out whether or not I can do this?’ I know there’d be no way I’d be able to respond to that kind of pressure.”

Dean chewed on his lip as he thought. “Then what do you suggest sweetheart? ‘Cause I don’t know how to go about this from here, at least not for me.?

Y/N sat up slightly, brushing his hair back from his forehead as she watched him. He was struggling; she could see that, but she also knew with this much pressure on him, if he tried and failed, he’d never try again, and that wasn’t fair to him or his recovery.

“Well, we’re gonna start off with your ass not even getting out of the bed today, I want you to relax. I want you to distract yourself, and not even think about it. Then, later tonight, we’re gonna go have a ‘normal’ night together. We’re gonna get you out of this house; go out and eat something, next we’re gonna go see a movie, and then we’re gonna come back here like you would have done with any other date back in the day, and see what happens from there. No pressure. No expectations, just… two adults spending some time together, how does that sound?”

Dean thought about it for a moment, before finally swallowing thickly and nodding his head as he loosened his grip on her hand, and allowed her to let go of him. “Okay, okay, I think I can do that.”

“Good,” she smiled at him, and leaned forward to place a tentative kiss on the corner of his mouth before she popped out of bed, and grabbed her housecoat to toss it over her body.

“Where are you going?” he questioned, sitting up slightly on his elbow, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“I’m starving, I’m going to fix us breakfast, then I’M going shopping while you sit here and be a good boy, and not stress yourself out.”

“Shopping? For what?”

She could tell his confusion was getting worse, and that only made her smirk at him as she walked towards the door of the bedroom.

“You’re just gonna have to wait around and find out later tonight aren’t you,” she teased as she closed the door and walked downstairs with her thoughts running a thousand miles a minute.

She was going to make this night successful for him, he deserved this. She was going to try and give him the best experience possible. Even if things didn’t go the way HE wanted them to go, she wanted to make sure he didn’t walk away disappointed. No matter what.

Forever:

@bubsonnobx

@britnwinchester

@samanddeaninatrenchcoat

@wittysunflower

@demongirl1996

@as-lost-as-sams-shoe

@jensenslady79

@spnwoman

@stoneyggirl2

@unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men

@stixnstripesworld

@fullwattpadmusictree

@nancymcl

@christycreature

@whiskey-infused-dreams

@supernatural79impala

@deandreamernp

@forgetthisbull

@miraclesoflove

@slamminmine

@deanwanddamons

@rvgrsbrns

@chevyharvelle

@i-love-superhero-movies

@lyss-dw79

@magssteenkamp

@lemondropirwin

@squirrelnotsam

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@mrsjenniferwinchester

@defenderrosetyler

@thecreatiivecorner

@vicmc624

@busy-bee-angel-misska

@justanotherwinchester

@brilovesdeanwinchester

@idksupernatural

@lyarr24

@emoryhemsworth

@dean-winchesters-gardian-angel

@flamencodiva

@itmejado

@thoughts-and-funnies

@teresa-67

@hearteyes-j2

@peaches007

@bobbie3939

@vulgar-library

@writercole

@fairlyspnfanfic

@sexyvixen7

@spngi

@b3autyfuldisast3r

@donnaintx

@maliburenee

@the-family-business67

@agirlwithdemonblood

@captainsoldiergirl

@twinkleinadiamondsky

Jensen and Dean’s Babes

@deans-baby-momma

@impalaslytherin

@perpetualabsurdity

@msmarvelouswinchester

@akshi8278

@love-jackles

@irmcpar

@pink-sparkly-witch

@deans-spinster-witchs-favorites

@herstarburststories

@mimaria420

@deanwinchesterswitch

@charred-angelwings

@pascal-rascal424

@myloversgone

@fortheloveof-jackles

@eevvvaa

@bts-spnlvr12

@jxackles

@lassie-bird

@samsgirl93

@shawnie74

@kaz11283

@mlovesstories

@ladysparks78

@sarahgracej

#carry on #dean winchester series #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x y/n #dean x reader #dean x you #dean x y/n #hurt!dean winchester x reader #hurt!dean winchester x you #hurt!dean winchester x y/n #hurt!dean x reader #hurt!dean x you #hurt!dean x y/n #spn fanfiction #spn fanfic #spn series #jawritter #jensen ackles

111 notes · View notes

raaorqtpbpdy · 1 year

Text

Running on Spite and Fumes by Amber McLain

Written for the Phic Phight Prompt: Wes decides to investigate one of Danny's rogues (from @bookhoard)

AO3 Link

[Warnings from past character death (Ember) and fire]

Wes was just about ready to throw in the towel. No matter how many times he said it, no matter how much evidence he provided, no one was ever going to believe that Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom were one and the same. He'd been trying to show people for almost two years now with nothing at all to show for it. Maybe the time had finally come to give up the ghost and direct his efforts toward something else.

He sat behind and to the left of Danny in physics class. That half-ghost bastard was chugging ectoplasm out of a clear water bottle without a care in the world and nobody but Wes thought there was anything suspicious about that. Not long ago, Wes would have practically thrown a fit over it. Shouted, and pointed, and demanded, "Are none of you seeing this!?" but he didn't today.

Even when Danny turned around to make direct eye-contact with Wes, specifically to antagonize him, he didn't take the bait. "You know what, Fenton?" he said. "You win."

Danny blinked in surprise and put down his water bottle. "What?"

"I said, you win," Wes repeated. "Fuck you, obviously, but I give up. I'm not wasting any more of my time. My reputation has taken enough of a hit already. I'm moving on to newer, better things."

Danny scoffed and leaned on his hand, shooting Wes a mildly amused and thoroughly unconvinced look. "Like what?"

"Like, you know," Wes hadn't really thought about it yet, but he'd be damned if he was about to admit it to Danny. "Ghosts that are actually cool!" he spat. "Like Ember! Phantom is old news. I'm gonna figure out who she is, or—was."

"Right, sure you are," Danny rolled his eyes and turned to face the front of the classroom again, grumbling, "Good luck with that," under his breath.

Wes scowled. He'd just made that up on the spot because he hadn't wanted to admit to Danny, of all people, that he didn't actually have a plan, but now he really was gonna do it. How hard could it be to figure out who a ghost was before they died, anyway?

As it turned out, the answer to that question was 'really fucking hard.' Wes had basically nothing to go on except her song. He ran his personal recording—yes he had a copy of it. Mind control aside, it was a good song!—through every music identification app and program he could find and came up with zip. Either she'd written that song after she died, or she was one of those ghosts that formed in the Ghost Zone and only seemed like a normal ghost, or she was such an obscure indie artist when she was alive that no one... remembered her.... Oh.

That would explain her obsession. Ghosts often became obsessed in death with things they wanted or fantasized about when they were alive, but never got. Finally, Wes had a thread to pull on. He went online, surfing indie music forums, the more obscure the better. He posted the same message in tons of different places.

Does anyone recognize this artist? Her name is Ember McLain, but I can't can't find anything about her anywhere! <remember_ember.mp3>

Usually it was buried right away. No one recognized the song, or no one cared. Several times he got made fun of for having to ask who an artist was, even though no one else on the forums knew her either. It was a few days before he got an actual worthwhile response, but he did get one, which broke the case wide open.

Could you mean *Amber* McLain? The music sounds similar to hers, but I guess she's pronouncing her name weird to make the rhyme work.

She's from my hometown, and I saw her perform a couple small gigs at local clubs and stuff, but don't expect her to drop any new singles any time soon. She died like eight years ago.

Bingo. That was definitely something Wes could work with.

It might be. What town? Do you happen to have any more of her music?

The response came several minutes later.

Milton, Washington. And it took me a while to find the songs, but yeah. She only had the one album, 5 songs on it, and she wasn't bad, so I bought it at one of her shows. <running_on_spite_and_fumes.mp3> <homegrown_arson.mp3> <the_curse_of_adolescence.mp3> <feather_heavy.mp3> <daddy_never_loved_you.mp3>

Wes started downloading the files before he responded.

How'd she die?

This time the answer came right away.

Mid-show, the venue caught fire.

One of the amps blew and everything went up in flames. The back door was blocked, I guess, and she was trapped on stage, never made it out. Like six or seven people died in that fire, it was a big deal for a while.

Burned to death in a concert venue, huh? Wes considered Ember, her flaming hair, the way she was dressed, the spectral guitar she could summon and dismiss at will. That would totally make sense.

Once the music downloaded, he listened to the first song. The lyrics weren't nearly as self-absorbed as "Remember Ember", but the sound was the same. It was distinctly her music, her voice, her playing guitar. It was her sound, from before she'd died. Wes could hear her inhaling at the end of a lyric, could hear her voice catch the way a ghost's voice couldn't.

This is her! Thanks so much for helping me find her! Sucks to hear she died, but at least I could hear a little more of her music.

This had been the breakthrough Wes needed.

Yeah, no problem man! Thanks for reminding me about her. The new song is a bop!

Grinning triumphantly, he printed out that forum exchange for his evidence folder. He knew who she was now. All he had to do was find some more evidence of her life. It wouldn't be all that easy to do when all of that evidence was in a small town in Washington state she'd never made it out of, but Wes was never one to shy away from a challenge.

Ember would probably be happy to hear that she did have at least one fan when she was alive. Not to mention, Wes would make an absolute killing burning CDs with all of Ember's songs from before she died and selling them at school. He finished downloading the files and burned one CD for his folder right away.

The next order of business would be scouring newspapers for articles about her. No matter how obscure the musician was, dying in the middle of a performance when the venue burned down was all but guaranteed to make the news, at least regionally. It took weeks to find even a single article, but eventually he tracked one down.

Six die in tragic bar fire in Milton.

The article contained details about the fire, the bar, the cause, and the victims, including photos of them. One of them, the performing musician, Amber McLain was the spitting image of Ember, stage makeup and all, even the guitar she was pictured with was exactly the same as Ember's.

He'd found her.

He'd really, truly found her.

Wes printed out the article. After a little more digging on the bar that had burned down, he also found a scan of a promotional poster for Ember's show that night, and he printed that out too. He slipped those, along with the CD he'd burned, and the printed out forum exchange, into a folder to bring to school.

"Guess what, Fenton, you asshole? I fucking did it!" Wes hollered when Danny walked into physics class.

"Did what?" Danny asked with a scoff. "If this is about proving I'm Phantom, I thought you said you gave that up."

"We both know you're Phantom, and I did give up proving it, but this isn't about that." Wes slapped the folder down on top of Danny's desk and dug his portable CD player out of his backpack. "Read it and weep, fucker. Not only did I figure out who Ember was before she died, I also got my hands on all five tracks of the only album she released while she was still alive." He put the CD into the player and turned it on.

The opening riff of "Running on Spite and Fumes" started playing from the portable player's single, shitty speaker, but the moment she started to sing, Ember's voice, or rather, Amber's voice was unmistakable.

"Holy shit, you actually did it," Danny said under his breath, looking down at the contents of the folder, his expression a mix of awe and horror.

"Is that a new Ember song?" asked Star from the front row.

"Actually, it's an old Ember song," Wes responded smugly. "I tracked down her real identity and got my hands on everything she released before she died. I'm gonna burn more copies later and sell 'em around school."

"Wes, can I talk to you?" Danny said. Snapping the folder closed, he grabbed the basketball player by the shirt and dragged him out of the classroom by force. "You can't do this."

"What? What do you mean?" Wes demanded, shoving Danny's hands off him.

"If Ember finds out you learned who she was in life and exposed her, she'll kill you," he said, waving the folder emphatically in front of him. "Bringing up a ghost's life or death is one of the biggest taboos in ghost culture. She won't just haunt you, she'll straight up murder you. Until you die."

"Oh, please." Wes crossed his arms. In all the time he'd spent trying to expose Danny as Phantom, Wes had studied up on ghosts and ghost culture quite intensely. He hardly considered himself an expert, but quite frankly, his knowledge was on par with some of the leaders in the field of ectology. "Her popularity will skyrocket once her old songs start circulating. Personal obsession trumps cultural taboo every time, we both know that."

"Not during the Truce," Danny refuted.

"Well, yes, obviously the Truce is an exception; it's the Truce," Wes said. "And I'm not so insensitive that I'm gonna tell everyone in school how she died, I just wanted to rub it in specifically your face that I figured it out, seeing as how you doubted me a few weeks ago." Danny narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Wes.

"You'd better not tell everyone," he said, but he took a step back. "And if you do, you don't get to implicate me in any of this, got it? I won't have her after me again now that we're not at each other's throats anymore." He shoved the folder to Wes' chest.

"Yeah, whatever." With that the two of them went back into the classroom, where pretty much everyone was listening intently to the tinny music still playing. Wes discreetly slipped his evidence folder into his backpack before anyone else could ask about it, and wrote down the names of people who came by his desk to tell him they wanted to buy a CD once he had them.

The next day, Wes started selling copies of the CD for ten bucks a pop. Within a week, he had enough money to buy himself a brand new camera to replace the one Danny had destroyed a few months back. He turned out to be right about Ember being cool with him selling her old songs, though she demanded he give her a copy. She was even a little nostalgic listening to them, and she almost cried when Wes told her he'd gotten them from an old fan of hers.

It got Wes thinking about what other ghosts might feel if he reminded them of their past. The next on his list, he decided, was the Box Ghost. Why him? Frankly, Wes just wanted to know what that guy's deal was.

#phic phight #phic phight 2023 #fic #things i wrote #ember mclain #wes weston #danny fenton #danny phantom #dp

127 notes · View notes

universestreasures · 7 days

Text

Inferiority Complexes

As far as my YGO DM muses go, Yugi & Mokuba are not only the youngest of my current line up, but are also the two who possess heavy feelings of inferiority regarding themselves and someone they care about a lot / look up to. With that comes shaky self-confidence and high self-doubt. However, how their feelings manifested, the intensity of those feelings, and how they are eventually overcome are different, and I want to go into that in this post (prepare yourself it's gonna be a lengthy one)

So, let's begin with Yugi, whose feelings are pretty blatant in the text (both anime and manga wise) and are a big part of his character growth / central arc. Yugi, unsurprising to anyone, feels a sense of inferiority to Atem, someone he looks up to and sees like an elder brother. So, when did this all start?

Well, pretty much as soon as Yugi figured out there was 'someone or something else' who shared his body and was the one doing the majority of the big feats in terms of the plot (Manga wise that's Death-T and Anime Wise that's in Duelist Kingdom). Atem always appears as a source of strength for Yugi when something is too tough for him to handle emotionally or physically. Even when he was unaware that Atem wasn't just an alternate personality of his but in fact his own person, he still was very much aware of the strong presence taking him over in times of adversity. And that fact...made him feel so weak and pathetic in comparison, that he Yugi Muto, wasn't strong enough to handle whatever he had to face.

This fact of him feeling like the 'lesser Yugi' damages Yugi's own low amount of self-confidence that he had even before completing the puzzle. He's never seen himself as anything special, partially due to his own humble nature. Even after the main story is done, he still feels that way. That low self-confidence leads to self-doubt and needlessly beating himself up for being so 'weak' to the point there are moments he gives into what others, such as Marik, have said about him only being Atem's 'vessel' and nothing else. As if that is the only thing he is good for, that he is the 'weaker' Yugi.

Sometimes he even questions if he should just 'vanish', that everyone would be better off if he wasn't there or that people would prefer Atem being around over him. We see this in the anime when Anzu is dueling in the Noa Arc, Yugi thinking that she is calling out for Atem and not him.

But it is Atem, along with the rest of Yugi's friends, who help him through these complex feelings, Atem especially. He teaches Yugi about strength and courage, a trait Yugi has had all along inside of him that he was unable to truly see. For example, he stood up to Ushio to defend Jonouchi and Honda even before Atem appeared, to stand up to a bully and protect people he called 'friends'. That kind of strength, the strength of kindness, is Yugi's strength, and it is through seeing Atem and teaching that fact to him, along with the encouragement of his friends, that allows him to really see it for himself.

This is why Yugi takes steps, such as during Battle City, to prove his own strength to himself. He wants to prove he isn't as weak as he thinks he is, to use what he's learned from his partner and stand on his own because he knows one day he will have to. This is done mainly through his battles with Otogi in the manga, possessed Jonouchi in both versions, and Yami Bakura in the Dark RPG. They were battles Yugi had to primarily or entirely fight on his own. And those battles showcased Yugi's own unique strength that wasn't just 'an inferior version of Atem's' or even a 'copy', which is shown well through Yugi's own unique deck he used against Yami Bakura.

This all cumulates in the ceremonial duel, where Yugi proves his strength and truly is able to overcome his insecurities to fulfill his last mission as Atem's vessel / partner. And he takes as much pride in that victory as he does sadness, for it was the last step in his journey. After that fight, he no longer sees himself as inferior to Atem, but rather his equal. For he knows that duel was evenly matched, and if he didn't predict Atem's final plan to win, he would have lost.

Lastly, he gets to prove to everyone who did believe those negative thoughts he had about himself to be true in DSOD, such as with Kaiba. Kaiba at the end acknowledges him as a true duelist, and that meant the world to Yugi. It really helped cement that new found self-confidence of his, especially because Kaiba has always been someone Yugi's respected and was Atem's rival.

Overall, Yugi's inferiority complex is a key part of his character arc. It is something he overcame with time and the support of his loved ones, and I for one as a Yugi mun cannot be more proud of my boy. I'm sure Atem is proud of him too, as we can no doubt see by the end of their duel and I suspect he felt when seeing Yugi again in DSOD.

As for everyone's favorite little bro, Mokuba feels a sense of inferiority to Seto, which isn't probably that surprising considering how he views his big brother and just what his brother has accomplished. Unlike Yugi who developed his feelings in the midst of the story, Mokuba's feelings have been pretty much a part of him since he could remember. Though, they are just as deep-rooted and potent as Yugi's, if not more so.

Mokuba's feelings began when he first developed his admiration for his brother. Seto was a genius, a capable young boy most would consider a prodigy. From Mokuba's POV, everything his brother was able to do was impressive, be it from grades, to ideas, to his talent for gaming. This feeling was probably shared by their parents and many other adults, to the point I am 100% certain Seto was a prime adoption candidate who probably refused if they did not want to take Mokuba too (which I imagine most if not all did not). And while he felt no feelings of jealousy to his brother for all that praise or attention he got (jealousy is a feeling Mokuba's never felt towards Seto ever), he did sorta start to see himself as...lesser in comparison.

Though, this is Mokuba 100% being unfair to himself. You must keep in mind Mokuba and Seto are 5 years apart in age, and Mokuba was only 5 and Seto was 10 when they were dropped off at the orphanage. That's a huge gap in terms of development, and Mokuba had not gotten as much life experience as his brother or time to learn and hone any really major skills (because I do think Mokuba is a fast learner when he puts his mind to something and is very motivated, similar to his brother).

But this reality goes over Mokuba's young mind (and it still does, even after knowing the logic). After all, if his brother can do all those things, surely he can too, right? So it must be an issue with HIM. It's part of why, more often than not, Mokuba sees himself as a burden to his brother, that his own lack of 'competence' or 'specialness' holds him back. He blames himself for them not being adopted by potential nice families who wanted Seto and not Mokuba, because if he was just 'better' than they surely would want both (even though that's not at all how that works, but again, little kid logic).

This is why, even at a young age, Mokuba tries to prove himself and can often be reckless. We see this in Death-T primarily in canon with him wanting to challenge Yugi (which was also motivated by getting his brother's approval), but I imagine he did this with just about anything he tried to do. He wanted to sorta 'catch up' to his brother, even though there was never a 'race' between the two of them to begin with.

These feelings of inferiority intensify after they are both adopted by Gozaboru. I imagine Gozaboaru, much like other parents, only really was after Seto. He had no interest at all in Mokuba. Why would he when Seto was the one to be the heir?

I imagine Mokuba didn't get the same harsh treatment his brother did from Gozaboru, because it was almost like he wasn't 'there' to begin with. Mokuba was isolated from his brother I imagine through a lot of their childhood, so he wouldn't be a 'distraction'. Sure he got educated too (I imagine he was just sent to regular school much like we see him in the manga going to), but it was not anything special. It was more like 'good enough' as opposed to anything extraordinary. And he was no doubt compared to his brother constantly, whether it was by staff or by people at school. That only made what he was feeling worse and led to both beating himself up needlessly (like Yugi does) and contributing to his nightmares at times.

On top of all of that, as Seto and him (manga wise anyway) got further and further apart, he sorta got the vibe from his brother that Mokuba was no longer 'worth his time'. He wasn't anything attention-grabbing anymore, hence leading to Mokuba's early manga actions (because I 100% think everything from the first Capsule Monsters game to his match with Yugi in Death-T was all to get Seto's attention and not his true nature. Why else would he just suddenly change personality traits upon Seto's loss, when he didn't get mind crushed?).

Even after repairing his relationship with his brother post Manga Duelist Kingdom, his feelings of inferiority were not addressed (he hasn't brought them up to Seto directly before cause he doesn't like to burden his brother and it's hard to talk about for him) and only grew as his brother accomplished more and more. He almost like saw himself at the bottom of the hill with his brother at the top, with the distance being too great between them. That distance was indeed one of his motivators for him to start working harder, to start taking a more active role in Kaiba Corp, and to start honing his gaming skills without the use of cheating.

So, with all that said, how does Mokuba overcome these feelings? Well, aside from working hard as I mentioned, I imagine it will be a slow process that is helped by both his friend squad and his brother. Mokuba's Buddyfight friend group (AKA my Gao, Tasuku, Suzuha, and Akatsuki) are the first real friends (outside of Yugi's gang) he's made that see him as NOT Seto Kaiba's brother but rather his own individual. They constantly lift him up, support his efforts, and are there for him. They've done a lot for him personally to feel like he's worthwhile and that he's not as 'weak' as he thinks.

As for Seto, any kind of praise or showcase of being 'proud' of him helps. This can be done in many forms, including being given important tasks at Kaiba Corporation, such as running things in his absence post-DSOD until he returns. I do imagine if Mokuba ever told his brother about his feelings, that Seto would tell him something along the lines of that he doesnt' need to feel that way or that he should not compare himself. Being seen in such a way by his brother would help greatly, along with I imagine if Mokuba is able to beat him in any sort of game and his brother expresses that he did 'good'.

In conclusion, I do not think it will be till Mokuba is an adult that those feelings he has will completely go away (I imagine they pop up every now and again too, like any deep-rooted feeling). It is only after having stood on his own two feet, having proved himself, having gotten that approval from those around him, and having probably bested his brother in a game that his view shifts from being 'lesser' to that of an equal, a true Kaiba in his own right (something he didn't have to 'earn' btw but he thought he had to). And I hope to get to explore that journey of growth through all my threads!

#💎 Game Treasure (Yugi Muto)#💎 Vice Treasure (Mokuba Kaiba)#💎 Game's Glimmers And Glitz (Yugi Headcanons)#💎 Vice's Glimmers And Glitz (Mokuba Headcanons)#tw long post #(this is such a big aspect of my portrays of these two i thought id finally write it all out #(I hope everything made sense and im always down to answer any questions too!

8 notes · View notes

finallydelight · 1 year

Note

Hiiii! I was wondering if you could write about ming´s first rehearsal after her hiatus and the members´ reaction to it. It was mentioned that she hat lost weight and couldn’t keep up with the choreography🥺 i love your writings btw💕

We’ll Figure Something Out | Ming Chapter

warnings: this chapter has mentions of weight loss, fatigue, hospitals, etc. vomiting is also present in this chapter. so, if you're not comfortable with any of those, I recommend to skip this one and take care of yourself, my darlings ❤️‍🩹

author’s note: thank you so much for the request, honey ! I hope you like it and let me know what you think of it ! 🫶

November 1, 2022

Ming quietly walked into the practice room, Seungcheol's right hand firmly on her shoulder, his left one occupied with holding her bag. The members warmly welcomed them, happy to see her again in the practice room after what seemed forever.

''Hey, what did they say?'' Jeonghan asked the pair, appearing at Ming's side as soon as they had stepped in the room.

Before they walked in, Ming and Cheol had made a visit to her doctor. The company and members wanted to make sure she had medical approval to start rehearsing again. Cheol insisted on going with her, not fully trusting her to go by herself. Ming was very desperate to join the members again on tour, he didn't want to risk her lying in case the doctor said she couldn't join them yet.

Her grandmother's hospitalization had taken a huge toll on her. Ming barely slept, barely ate and kept all of her worries to herself. Overall, she wasn't taking good care of herself, physically and mentally, prioritizing her little brothers. Once she had returned to Seoul, she had lost a lot of weight, her skin looked pale and she hadn't genuinely smiled once. Obviously, it had made the members extremely worried seeing her in the state that she was. It wasn't the first time she had undergone a great loss of weight, but it had been a while since the last time.

Of course, they took care of her as well as they could. Mingyu became her personal nurse and gradually was getting her back to her regular eating routine. Next to cooking, he carried her around the dorm on his back, although after just a few days that was stopped by Jeonghan who said Ming needed to build her strength again.

''He said I could resume my activities again if I wished to, but that I need to take everything very slowly and shouldn't do anything that is too intense for me.'' Ming copied her doctor's words, a soft smile gracing her face.

The members made sounds of excitement, Soonyoung and Dokyeom even going as far as clapping for her. The staff were also very delighted to know she would be joining them again, being fond of the young woman.

''Let's start stretching then.'' Hyerim told the group, clapping her hands together. She made her way over to where Ming was taking off her jacket. ''How's your knee doing, Yerm?'' She asked her, looking down at her legs.

Ming hesitantly answered. ''If I don't put too much pressure on it, it's totally fine.'' She had taken a small tumble in the bathroom, losing her balance due to a lack of energy. She injured her knee and was forced to wear a knee brace for at least a few weeks.

''We're gonna see what your limits are today, so please,'' Hyerim pleaded, ''please, don't overestimate yourself, if it's too much no one will blame you for sitting on the side.''

She nodded at the stage director's words. ''I know, I'm gonna be careful, unnie.'' Ming assured her, knowing there's no time to fool around.

''We'll start with Left & Right! Ming-ssi, you mark through it and see what you can do.'' Their instructor said, motioning for the staff on the side to get the song ready to play.

Ming walked to her starting position, happy to be back performing with her members again even if it was only a rehearsal.

Seungkwan tapped her shoulder. ''Yerimie, be cautious, okay? You can just step out if it's too much.'' He wasn't too entirely sure about Ming practicing again, still not thinking she had recovered enough. She patted his shoulder, offering a tight-lipped smile.

She took her spot next to Jeonghan, who briefly grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. ''Don't force anything, please. Don't be like me with my arm.'' Despite the joking nature of his comment, his stern face told her he was very serious about it.

A simple nod was given to him. Ming looked down at her feet, a sudden wave of nerves crashing over her.

Their choreographer counted down and the song boomed from the speakers. Ming slightly flinched, not expecting the music to be as loud as it was.

As she went through the dance, she noticed her stamina had greatly weakened and that even without fully doing the choreography, she knew it was impossible for her to perform on tour.

However, Ming kept going. The will to prove to everyone that she could do it was stronger than her worries about possibly injuring herself more. Eventually, the song ended and the loud breathing of the members was the only sound to be heard in the room.

Hyerim slowly walked over to Ming, taking in the physique of the younger woman. ''How are you feeling?'' The stage director caressed her arms and looked deep into her eyes, creating a sort of safe space.

''I'm tired, but my knee didn't hurt or anything, so I think I can continue for now.'' It wasn't a lie, her knee felt fine and she was tired, but she downplayed it.

Hyerim and the other members that had heard weren't entirely convinced by Ming's answer, but they gave her the benefit of the doubt.

''Alright, one song and then you take a break.'' She told Ming, holding up her index finger. The older woman looked around at the members. ''What song should we do now?''

The members' eyes glanced at the three leaders that coincidentally stood together. ''Uh, World? Mansae?'' Jihoon suggested, not being too sure about it.

''I don't think she should do Mansae, too much jumping.'' Soonyoung noted, not thinking it was a good idea to do a dance with too much energy.

''Let's do Mansae then!'' Hyerim concluded, stepping back to the side of the room. She motioned to the members to get in their positions and for the staff to start the song.

Ming went to her space in-between Mingyu and Minghao, who gave her encouraging smiles. ''Take it slow, alright?'' Minghao peeped over his shoulder at her.

''Yes.''

Like earlier, the song started and everything was fine in the beginning, but once the first chorus hit, everything started going south.

The fatigue settled in, and all her energy and strength seemed to just have disappeared. Her limbs felt heavy and it became a huge task to just not fall to the ground. With even the slowest movements, her vision became blurry.

Normally, after the chorus is done, she waits by the wall to wait for her part to come up, but instead went for the door and opened it. Between the hallway and their practice room, there is a small space to leave your bags and coats, but the members barely use it. In the corner of the small space is a small trash can, she reached out for that and her entire breakfast of that morning seemed to leave her body.

She felt someone grabbing her hair and holding it together, making a ponytail. Another hand rubbed her back, soothing her. ''It's okay, don't work yourself up.'' She recognised the voice as Cheol's.

Ming sat herself down on the ground, once her stomach was emptied. Cheol sat down behind her, calming her down by putting his arms around her and moving her side to side.

''Oppa, I can't do it.'' She began to sob, covering her eyes with her hands. The man behind shushed her, caressing her arms. ''It's gonna be okay, Yerimie… just focus on your breathing now, okay?'' The leader was trying his best to prevent her from having an anxiety attack.

Jun had walked over to them, holding a water battle and some tissues. He opened the bottle and handed it to Ming. ''I know it's not gonna taste good right now, but it's important to drink some water.'' With the tissues he wiped her face clean, some traces of the vomit still evident around her mouth and on her chin.

When Jun was done, Cheol motioned for him to go back to the practice room, leaving the oldest and the second youngest alone.

''You're okay, little one. Maybe it's a little too early to perform again.'' He told her, there being no way he would let her perform on tour again if that would be the outcome after every show.

Ming shook her head, but quickly stopped as it gave her a headache. ''Noo~ I don't want to stay here all by myself again, I don't like it.'' The separation anxiety every time the members would leave had never been this bad.

''We'll figure something out, little one. We'll figure something out.''

Taglist: @seolboba @cosmicwintr @mythicalamphitrite @billboard-singer @stopeatread @still-astray @sakuurra @multiplums @giverosespls @seongwhaffels @kimhyejin3108 @smoooore @smh-anon @cixrosie @allthings-fandoms

#ming.svt #kpop oc #kpop au #kpop addition #14th member of seventeen #seventeen 14th member #seventeen female member #seventeen female addition #seventeen x oc #seventeen added member #seventeen addition #seventeen oc #seventeen female added member

128 notes · View notes

suvidrache · 8 months

Text

Mind Your Own Business

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 244 | Read it on AO3

Teppei couldn't make it to practice. He knew he should have shown up, and there was no reason not to. He hoped that he could count on you.

"Hey, Y/N. Do you think I could hide behind you?" He asked as he frantically looked around. Sweat was dripping from him. He wiped his head off and looked at you nervously as he waited for an answer.

"Why?"

"Listen, Riko is trying to find me to yell at me, and I need to hide, so I'm gonna hide behind you because you are way taller than me, thank you," He said, speaking quickly as he continued looking around. He wanted to hide before he could get caught. If you didn't answer soon, he just might be.

"I don't think that's going to work. I have never seen someone hiding behind another person working, but if you want to try it, sure."

He moved quickly to stand behind you as he waited for Riko to show up. It wasn't long, and it happened exactly as you said it would. She found him as she was walking by you on her way to find Teppei. She, of course, yelled at him while Teppei continued hiding behind you as if he wasn't there. You didn't get involved. You wanted no further part of this.

If it escalated to physical fighting, you would step in and come to Teppei's defense, but until then, you minded your own business.

Tag List: @eli-chris, @sunset-curve-boy / Join my tag list here!

#kiyoshi teppei #teppei kiyoshi #teppei x reader #teppei imagine #teppei scenario #teppei kiyoshi x reader #teppei kiyoshi scenario

10 notes · View notes

witchthewriter · 11 months

Photo

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 anon

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐼 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝐸𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛! In all 3 of your ships you’ll see a common theme - I’ve shipped you with characters who walk to the beat of their own drum. They don’t care about the opinions of other, only their own. Or only, the opinions of people who matter to them.

With Eddie Munson, I ship you because you ... kinda remind me of him. His chaotic, confident and bold side. I think you two would get along really bloody well.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Eddie would happily give you undivided attention, as well as physical affection and he’d adore spending time with you. Although he would try his best to recruite you into his DnD - he would want so badly to tell you everything he has planned

・He can’t see a future without you. So whenever he talks about getting out of Hawkins or becoming a rockstar etc he always imagines you by his side. I feel like there would be an argument one day because he doesn’t voice this:

“Eddie, you always talk about leaving Hawkins, but that would mean leaving me!” You said one afternoon in the trailer. Wayne had just left for an overnight shift, leaving you and Eddie alone.

“Babe, what do you mean?”

“You always talk about graduating and then hauling ass outta here, but what about me? Is this just something to tie you over until you get to leave?”

“What the hell are you talking about? Wherever I’m going, you’re going and wherever you’re going - I’m gonna be right by your side, baby-” then he wrapped you in his arms and nudged his nose against yours. “You ain’t gettin’ rid of me.”

・Loves going to your place because your bathroom is so much nicer than the one at the trailer. He loves spending ages in the bathroom, using your soaps, shampoo and conditioner. Your parents would definitely walk in to find him alone in the bath, full of bubbles - and he’s just like “well hello Mr/Mrs Yourlastname”

𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐼 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝐽𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑎𝘩𝑒𝑦! He charmed you easily (or you let him believe). He liked you the moment he set eyes on you. Then he fell in love as soon as he heard you speak -

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Many many many many forehead kisses. Also he’s always the big spoon, you’ve tried it the other way but he’s just too tall.

・God you have so many inside jokes, and everyone looks at you two funny because you’ll be giggling and snorting over them while you’re in a group

・Picks flowers for you and tucks one behind your ear. But once he didn’t realise that the flower was actually poisonous and you ended up with hives - he thought you had been targeted by a rival gang and he was about to go feral but the doctor said it was from a “weed that typically looks like a flower and can be found anywhere around Ketterdam.” (and then he got all sheepish and embarrassed)

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐼 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝐿𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑! She’s airy, fairy and in a world of her own. But that’s what works between the two of you. Even when you’re in your own world - you’re still aware for the both of you. In turn, Luna reminds you not to care about other people. They either don’t get it, or they’re too scared to show their real selves.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Tells her father everything about you. It shocked you one Hogwart’s holiday when you visited the Lovegood residence and Mr Lovegood knew EVERY GODDAMN THING ABOUT YOU.

“How’s your brother/sister”, “Are you sleeping any better?” “Was Snape nice to you this semester?”

・Gives you copies of the Quibbler the second they’re published. She loves when you talk to her about it - it truly makes her feel understood

・Her Patronus would definitely change into yours in 7th year. When she finally realised how much love she had for you.

#witchthewriter #match ups #pair ups #harry potter match ups #harry potter pair ups #grishaverse pair ups #grishaverse match ups #stranger things pair ups #stranger things match ups

14 notes · View notes

freedomseeker91 · 2 years

Text

The Ultimate Betrayal....

Chapter 17

Title: Stay

Summary: After speaking with Aubrey, Chloe becomes acquainted with some of Beca’s residual health issues and the former soldier makes a request Chloe can’t turn down.

Rating: T for Angst

Warnings: None

Beca and Chloe watched Aubrey pace the floor as she spoke on the phone with the prosecutor on the case. Though the blonde had no jurisdiction over military law or court cases she been helping out wherever she could, usually fielding questions, explaining complicated legal jargon and offering guidance and advice so both Beca and Chloe were kept informed and felt secure in any decisions that were being made.

“Uh huh, yeah, okay that sounds good. I’ll have copies of the letter on file, if there are any problems or you need any help, please don’t hesitate to contact my office. Okay, thank you, bye.”

As Aubrey hung up the phone, she huffed out a breath and crossed her arms.

“Okay so the prosecution team over the case are confident that entering the letter as evidence will cast major doubt over Chicago’s defence, but they still need your testimony to make sure that they’re that they have the jury on side,” Aubrey said, directing her gaze towards Beca.

“They want you to fly down to Washington next week so they can meet with you and prepare you for the case, do you think you’d be up for that?” she asked, and Beca was already nodding her head.

“Yeah, yeah that, that sounds good. Did they say when next week?” she asked and Aubrey shook her head.

“Not yet. They’re going to email me details tomorrow. I’ll forward them on as soon as I receive them and get my assistant to make arrangements for travel. I’ll be with you the whole time to offer any legal advice I can so if there’s anything you’re worried about I can help you out.”

Beca gave the blonde a small but warm smile, hands coming to rest on the wheels of her wheelchair.

“Thanks Aubrey. I really appreciate everything you’ve done. You’ve gone above and beyond,” Beca said and the blonde just waved off her gratitude.

“Trust me I wanna see that asshole locked up as much as you guys do. Anything I can do to help make that a reality is a win for all of us,” she replied.

“Thanks Bree,” Chloe said as she stood up and walked with her friend to the door. As the redhead was showing her out, Aubrey turned to face her just as she crossed the threshold into the main building hallway.

“I’m assuming I’m booking three tickets to Washington,” Aubrey said as she pulled on her coat and fluffed her hair out over her shoulders, Chloe’s hand clenching tightly to the door handle as if readying herself for an argument.

“I’m not letting her do this alone Bree. I need to be there to support her,” Chloe replied and Aubrey just put a hand up to stop her.

“Hey, I wasn’t gonna suggest otherwise. All I was gonna say is you need to be prepared,” Aubrey stated, her gaze locked on Chloe, “whatever you think you know about what Beca and those soldiers went through is nothing compared to the truth. It’s gonna be hard and it’s gonna be painful. As much as it’s going to hurt Beca to have to relive it, you need to be prepared to hear it.”

Chloe blanched at this, feeling somewhat sideswiped by that Aubrey was saying. For all of her motivation and desire to support Beca, she had never actually stopped and taken the time to consider what the case would actually entail.

Though Chloe was aware of the physical and mental trauma the soldiers had gone through, and could only imagine what they had been subjected to, she didn’t know the details. Beca had never opened up about that time and she understood why, but it was now blatantly obvious that there were things about the woman she loved that she didn’t know.

And the thought of hearing those things for the first time in a court of law in front of a judge and jury and other witnesses suddenly didn’t sit right with Chloe. Tipping her head at Aubrey a friendly goodnight as Chloe closed the door and made her way back to the living room.

Just as she was approaching the couch, she noticed Beca sitting with her back pressed against the backrest, one hand gripping the arm of the couch while the other gripped a cushion, her face scrunched up in pain. Chloe rushed around the couch and perched herself on the edge of it next to Beca, her hand instinctively coming to rest on top of the other woman’s forearm.

“Bec’s, what is it? What can I do?” Chloe asked as Beca puffed out a pained breath.

“It’s n-nothing, it’s just…ughhh” she groaned as another rush of pain coursed through her, “it’s just ph-phantom pains.”

It was then Chloe noticed that Beca’s stumps seemed to be flexing every time another wave of pain would come. She thought for a second and then she was suddenly struck with an idea. She stood up and went to her bag and retrieved a small bottle of lotion she always kept in there.

Working with chemicals developing film, and having always had slightly sensitive skin, Chloe always kept a small bottle of moisturiser in her handbag to rub on her hands throughout the day, especially if she had washed them frequently or during the winter when the weather was particularly harsh on the skin.

With the bottle now in hand she placed her bag down and proceeded down the short hall to the bathroom, retrieving a towel from the rack before making her way back to the living room and reclaiming her previous position on the couch.

“This might help, do you mind?” Chloe asked gesturing with her eyes down to Beca’s stumps. The brunette thought about it for a moment and in any other circumstance she probably would’ve said no, but in this particular moment, she was in too much pain to think about anything else. With a faint tip of the head, she indicated that she was okay with whatever Chloe was going to do.

Placing the bottle down, Chloe carefully lifted one of Beca’s stumps and placed one end of the towel underneath, before repeating the same process with the other, conscious of the pain the former soldier was in. With great respect to Beca, if the movement did cause her any pain, she hid it well.

Chloe then rolled up the short leg of the cotton bottom shorts Beca was wearing and then applied a generous amount of moisturiser to her hands. With one last look toward Beca for confirmation that she was comfortable, Chloe gently took one of the stumps into her hands and began to gently need and massage the residual limb with as much care and tenderness as she could.

Beca audibly moaned as the shooting pains were replaced with a much duller ache. She wasn’t sure if the massage was actually working or if it was merely a placebo effect, her mind focusing more on the hands that were stoking her limb than the pain that had been consuming it a mere minute ago, but it was heaven in that moment.

“Is this okay?” Chloe asked and Beca nodded her.

“More than,” Beca replied, her body beginning to visibly relax.

Having sufficiently worked one limb, Chloe applied more moisturiser to her hands and began kneading the other one.

As she worked at massaging the limb, her eyes regarded the scars at the bottom where the amputation had occurred, and it instantly made her think about all the other scars that marred Beca’s once flawless skin.

She had yet to see the full extent of the damage that had been inflicted on Beca’s back, but from what she understood, it was in non-medical terms, a mess. Scars upon scars, upon scars. Chloe knew Beca still had trouble from time to time sleeping on her back, so she could only imagine the true extent of what lay underneath her shirt.

She had caught small glimpses at the hospital when Beca’s back was being drained of infection, but for the most part, it had been so heavily bandaged, she never caught a glimpse of the full picture. And those scars didn’t account for the other scars Beca had accumulated through war and surgeries, even before she had been captured.

Beca must have sensed Chloe’s silent musings as she broke the silence that had engulfed them.

“You can ask you know,” Beca said, as Chloe’s head snapped up, not expecting her to speak, her eyes looking at her curiously.

“About what happened, over there, you can ask,” Beca said again, licking her lips to ease them of their dry state and swallowing thickly, “you’re gonna hear about it at the trial, and, it’s not fair to you to find out that way. So, if you have any questions, you can ask.”

Chloe wasn’t expecting Beca to be so forward, not with something as sensitive as this, but part of her realised, maybe Beca needed to talk about it, to acknowledge it with someone who wasn’t a fellow solider or a counsellor. To make her experience feel less isolated.

“Bec’s,” Chloe sighed, “there are so many questions to ask and it’s such a loaded topic. It’s late, this isn’t something to just delve into casually,” she said.

“So stay.”

Chloe’s head snapped up at the words, that was definitely not what she had expecting to hear. Beca shifted herself so she was sitting more comfortably in an upright position.

“I don’t mean it in that way, I just meant,” Beca huffed out a breath rubbing at her forehead, “there’s a lot you need to know and, I need to get comfortable talking about this before I take the stand. I need to do this for me, so please, stay. The couch is way more comfortable than it looks and I have some old sweats that still have legs attached you can sleep in.”

Chloe shook her head chuckling subtly under her breath. Trust Beca to find a way to poke fun at her situation to bring levity to a conversation. Glancing back up she gazed deep into Beca’s eyes seeking out any ounce of hesitation, her answer finally coming in the form of a hand that was resting atop of hers on the couch.

“Please stay,” Beca whispered.

Chloe’s eyes dropped down to the hand on top of hers. Taking a deep breath, she flipped her hand palm side up so it was now laced with Beca’s and nodded.

“Okay.”

Chloe wasn’t sure if this was the best idea, and she would’ve been lying if she said there wasn’t some doubt about staying over when they were still working on themselves. But she knew this wasn’t a sexual thing or anything close to the sort. It wasn’t two people trying to skip past the steps to get to the end result quicker. It was one person asking another for support, for comfort, and Chloe couldn’t deny Beca that.

Not when what was ahead of them was likely going to be a painful situation for both of them. Beca was prepared to open up and Chloe wanted to be the safe space for Beca to feel comfortable being vulnerable and being exposed. She wanted her to know that when she was on that stand, sharing her experiences with a room full of people she had never met, that Chloe was there and that she understood.

That when Beca was struggling, she could look to Chloe and see her unwavering love and support. But for that to happen, Chloe needed to know that there were no walls between them. That she wasn’t going to be left shocked or surprised by any revelations that came out in court. That Chloe could understand how Beca was hurting and how best to help ease that pain.

So, with one last deep breath through her nose Chloe nodded.

“Okay.”

With that, Beca squeezed Chloe’s hand that was now laced with hers and heaved out a sigh of relief. She knew what she had to tell Chloe would be painful to hear, that’s why she knew this conversation wasn’t just a casual conversation. It would be long, it would be graphic, and there would be things that Chloe would probably wish she had never had to hear in the first place.

But it was Beca’s reality, memories and nightmares she had to live with daily that would never truly fade. Whether Chloe liked it or not, Beca needed her to understand that. To understand that, good or bad, this was who Beca was now and for Chloe to be aware of what she was signing herself up to if they were to come back together as a couple.

“Thank you,” Beca replied, her voice strained from the emotions she was trying desperately to hold back.

Though Beca would always be steadfast in her desire that their individual healing should be prioritised above any potential reconciliation, the relief she felt in that moment far outweighed that desire.

She needed Chloe to know the truth, her truth, so that they could both come from a place of fully understanding how those two years had changed and shaped them as people.

And as she sat there, holding Chloe’s hand, Beca was forever grateful that the woman sitting next to her reciprocated that sentiment just as fiercely.

#Bechloe #Pitch Perfect #FanFic Drabble #The Ultimate Betrayal #Chapter 17

53 notes · View notes

zeezenfrozen · 1 year

Text

Beginning of Dream Journal:

My dreams are often long and extremely complicated for some fuckin’ reason, so I’m just gonna start writing them. These are all real, and sometimes my body will react to them depending on the stuff that happens to me. I have experienced tastes, sounds, and actual physical pain or contact with my body in these dreams and have even woken up still hearing these sounds. It’s weird, but I hope they make good stories.

Monday, August 22nd, 2022 // Woke up at 2:40am

During the second trip, one of my friends kept asking if someone wanted to watch a movie with them. They asked at least five times before I said yes (I was doing something beforehand, probably writing.) We go into a different room where there’s less volume and they find the movie they want to watch, which is a late 70’s animated film about this orange little cat that I'm gonna call “Meowmy”.

They're like, “This movie is so good, it made me cry.” And I'm interested because I also enjoy media that makes me cry. So, we start the movie and my vision shifts from staring at the screen to nothing but the screen (Picture you were turning a youtube video to fullscreen.) Meowmy is making their way down a dirt path in a softly lit grove, swaying their tail to the non-diegetic music like a normal cartoon would. After a bit they look at a small hole in the ground near a tree, gazing into it to only see nothing. They’re leaning pretty far which makes the leaf that touches their head the thing to push them down (cartoony stuff). There’s a sequence where they fall but conveniently land in a small bushel of leaves at the bottom, completely unscathed. Meowmy begins to scan their surroundings, and finds a shiny, silver door that’s to the right of them. As a curious cat, they manage to open the door and see what’s inside.

The vision shifts from being a third person view to first person and the height is that of an average woman (5 '5, so I guess I became myself?) Inside the room is a tall figure with black and white clown facepaint who extends his hand as soon as I step into the room. They say something like, “Come, my child. Join a world of mischief and madness.” and since the door behind me is now gone, I’m forced to join him.

The next room is weird. It has a pillar in the middle with a single woman in clown makeup standing in the far right corner of the room, but as I start to walk she moves. I stop, she stops. I walk again, and she walks too. It’s only then I notice her sharpened nails, and for some reason I felt compelled to crouch walk which doesn’t alert her to my presence, so I figure that's her counter. After what feels like a tutorial level with her, the next room is filled with two more copies of her (Two on the left wall, one on the right which is base claw-woman. We’ll call her “Clawdeen”.) There’s two more levels with Clawdeen and her copies before I reach a save-point.

There were some refreshments and someone that I think was another player in this weird game, and chatted him up. Their name was something “-izzy/izzie” I can’t remember what it was but they were sucked into the game as well and wanted to go home. We were there for about fifteen minutes, talking about how we didnt know how we got there and how fucking weird it was that we were here. They mentioned something about Meowmy, and as soon as I started to ask about them we were told to leave the save-room; wished each other good luck and headed on our way.

The next room was much different. I started off crouch walking again and peeked my head around one of the various boxes around the room. Pacing back and forth was a man (with clown paint as well) with a scalpel at the ready. He could see and hear, which was a step up from Clawdeen by a significant margin (We’re gonna call him CD for Clown Doctor.) I manage to make it halfway before he sees me, runs up and prepares to lunge at me with an audio cue of “This is gonna be fun” playing as he does so. When he catches you with the charged attack, you have the ability to hold him off by catching his wrists and winning a struggle but I got a verbal warning as I managed to avoid his gaze again, “Your strength will weaken if I do that a couple of times. Then, you’re mine.” So, I figured I had three chances in total.

I deal with him once, then arrive at the next save room to see Izzie standing there with a coffee in their hand and a smile on their face. We talked some more and they mentioned how fucking creepy the CD was and how they nearly lost the struggle twice. They were thin, so I figured that the struggle may have been hard for them and we worked on dealing with the attacks in case they were spotted again. After a moment of calm, we head on our way.

The view shifts back to third person and we see Meowmy on the surface walking again but much more cautious. Their tail still sways to the upbeat music, but they’re scanning left and right to watch for any more holes, only to step into another. Meowmy tries to climb but they’re stuck, meowing for help which grabs the attention of a local woodsman who reaches for them only to watch in horror as they lose their grip and fall back down. They bounce off of these rubbery trees and land at the bottom of the hole again, but this time there's a golden door. Inside that golden door is a room that’s styled to be an attraction at a carnival, with a cardboard cutout of the tall figure motioning towards the entrance and a prompt appearing that says:

Pay for the ride / Don’t pay for the ride

I didn’t pay and went to the left room where the environment shifted to a yellow lit room with several voices overlapping. I take a peak and there’s two Clawdeens, one Doctor Clown, and a new figure that I hadn’t dealt with. They turn around and their mouth and eyes are filled with something that looks like silly string or the tied rainbow cloth that clowns pull out of their pockets. Their clothes were casual, completely different from every enemy I’ve seen up until this point, and after a bit of thinking and hearing their voice as they mumble something it clicks; That’s Izzy/Izzie. They were caught by the doctor and completely stuffed with the string/cloth. There’s faint crying sounds from her, and they’re trembling as they shamble around, whispering something about laughing and how much fun they’re having. The room is difficult to get through, and after two instances of fighting off CD I make a break for the door to the next room and make it to the next save-room. A small leaderboard pops up next to me, telling me that I could have avoided this encounter by paying for the ride but rewarding me with an item to stun CD before he could do his lunge attack.

Then I woke up. I have not gone back to sleep since.

#zee's dream journal #dreams #memory #clowns

0 notes

golbrocklovely · 2 years

Text

let me give yall a bit of a life update since i feel like i haven't been on here all that much.

(omg this is so long, there's a tldr at the bottom if you feel like just reading that instead of all of this lol)

so first off, sorry i haven't been responding that often to yall on here. here's why:

the store i work at is expanding and i went from working 2/3 days a week (i'm part time and only do freight) to 4 days a week. i had to negotiate with my manager bc she wanted me to start working full time suddenly but only for the length of the expansion. and i literally had to tell her no bc you're not about to do that to me with no notice and one top of that, yall don't pay me enough. pay me more and i'll gladly stay longer.

so we settled on four days a week lol bc god forbid our store hits our 5 mil sales goal, apparently none of us can get a raise…

my body is in so much pain from working longer and more often. i'm literally moving shelving units and climbing latters and just overall doing so much physical labor. i'm eating advils like they're tic-tacs lol

and then on top of all of this, my sleep schedule is atrocious. basically i stay up from midnight all the way my work hours, then i come home, maybe stay up for two hours after that, and then pass out until midnight all over again. it's the absolute worst for so many reasons, mostly bc i'm tired and want to sleep more but my body just… won't. i'm like a partial insomniac.

and then with work, we have more ppl coming in to help us build the store, and while they are good at their job… they're annoying. so the one girl that's been working with us is from another store and idk if she's a manager there or is planning to be one soon bc she kinda gives off the energy of someone that acts like they know everything but truly doesn't. like, i've been at my store for three years, i know everything. you, however, do not. so she was helping me in my section for the past couple days and it was fine to some extent, but i will say the one thing that she does is literally make things more complicated than it needs to be and it is frustrating beyond belief.

like the other days, the dm that's been in our store helping told her to take the two sections from around the corner and just move them over into this four part section. the other two empty sections were then gonna be filled by stuff i needed. okay? you get that? bc somehow… she didn't. or wanted to do her own thing or IDK BUT IT WAS DUMB. bc what ended up happening is instead of just copying what the two sections looked like and just replicating it onto this longer section, she decided to add new things in from this big gondala that we have full of beauty products (i work in beauty in case i never said that). and while she made it look nice, i just don't get it. bc what she was trying to do what copy how her store looked, so she was saying "oh this has to be hung up and this doesn't" and i'm like………. why are you making this more difficult than it needs to be???

she also had the planagram on her phone, basically what the layout of the store will look like when everything is done. i needed to see it so i could learn what was on my two sections next to her. i knew the one was kid's makeup, but i wanted to be sure that the next section was makeup containers, bc i thought that's what the dm said but i wasn't sure. she showed the planagram to me once but extremely briefly. then when i asked her again when i was about to do the section, bc she had only showed it to me so quickly that i forgot, she started acting as if she didn't know or that i should go ask the dm. and i'm just like…. show me your phone. you have the layout on there, let me see it. so she did, and i was like, oh okay it is makeup containers and she literally said "is it tho?" ?????????????? what the fuck do you mean is it tho???? like, can you not read?

(also i just remembered this while reading this back, we had to go to the back of the store where all of our products are bc the dm wanted us to pull stuff from back there too. went back there, all we have currently is shirts and socks, but we had one thing of makeup containers and i went to grab it and she LITERALLY TOLD ME NOT TO. even tho the dm had told her what goes in each section not even a minute prior. AND SHE HAD IT ON HER PHONE. so when i ended up doing the makeup containers i had to go to the back and get them even tho i have been back there already)

it's just… everything with her was like walking thru mud. everything was just so slow but for no reason. you wanna drag your feet at work, i don't care about that. but why are you making it more difficult for me than it has to be???? it was like she was a terrible communicator.

speaking of, the dm is exactly that. that man literally won't talk to me. even tho the beauty (and also clothing) section is mine, he was telling her all the info on what to do. and ONLY to her. i need to make it apparent that he would be talking to her on what to do next but only saying it loud enough for her to hear even tho i was right next to him. he would literally turn his back to me and talk to her. and then when she would try to relay the info back to me, it was like talking to a wall.

on top of that, he got on my last nerve the other week bc he wanted me to help out in another section, which i was fine with. but the manager that was supposed to be with me (aka the one that knew what the fuck to do in that section) was helping the dude delivering the palettes come in so i was just stuck walking around until he was done. eventually my general manager was just like "go put out this rack of stuff wherever you can". cool. i go to grab it, start walking out on the floor, and by this point the manager i need for the other section is done. i didn't know that tho. so all of the sudden the dm comes up to me and says "no, you're not doing that. i told you to help out this manager with that section" in a super disrespectful tone. and it took everything in me to not be a bitch to him.

first off, you ain't even my dm, so fuck off with that attitude. secondly, don't talk to me that way. you barely talk to me at all so like…. maybe consider picking a better tone next time. and thirdly, i was following MY general manager's direction. get mad at her, not me asshole.

i think my main issue with him is that everyone in our store likes him. they think this man is the fucking bees knees. and the only reason they think that is bc they're all managers and bc he was in earlier a month ago shoving shit out that we had in the back when the construction was about to start. all of my managers were like "oh he's amazing bc look at all the stuff he got out that we didn't think we had room to put out" and i'm just like…. i have to redo my whole section bc he made it look like shit bc he thinks he's good at what he does when in reality all he can do is shove product out that no one ends up buying bc it looks like ass.

and don't even get me started on the customers. actually, they haven't been too bad, just an usual amount of annoying lol

i think that's everything. sorry this was super long and not really necessary for you guys to read. i just wanted to vent bc i literally don't have friends besides my mom but she hears me everyday when i get home from work anyway. hopefully the expansion is done soon so i can get some rest before the holidays start up and i start doing overnights.

TLDR: i'm working a lot more at my store bc of an expansion and sleeping basically anytime i have off so that's why i'm not on here as often. also my dm and new coworker (for the time being bc they're not actually a part of my store) are fucking annoying and terrible communicators.

#personal #text

1 note · View note

jawritter · 1 year

Text

Carry On

Chapter 10

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: A little dash of angst, some pain, some fluff too, multiple view points

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67 Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

My Mastlist Series Masterlist

Dean’s POV:

Dean grunted deeply as he forced himself to lift his feet and take a step rather than drag his left side as he made his way down the hallway, one had firmly planted on the wall, bracing himself, the other on his chest where he still felt like there was something stabbing him every time, he got up to walk, or took a deep breath.

The night before had been a bad one. He had not really slept at all. He couldn’t get comfortable, even in his own bed, surrounded by his things, Miracle sleeping at his feet and Y/N by his side. Every way he laid hurt, every time he closed his eyes, he could still see that goddamn barn, and that mask those vamps were wearing. He could still feel the blood rushing into his lungs and the painful, suffocating feeling of panic as it set in that this was it, he wasn’t gonna walk away from this hunt.

After the majority of the night lying flat on his back in pain, he decided to get up and walk up and down the hallway while she slept, in hopes that it would tire him out enough that he could get some sleep, and also keep him from waking her up with his constant moving.

He knew that if she caught him, she’d be furious. He knew that getting up and walking by himself was stupid. Still, he wouldn’t be a Winchester if he wasn’t a stubborn Son-Of-A-Bitch. Also, she looked so peaceful curled up there on her side facing him as she slept, and he wanted more than anything to scoop her up and hold her; but physically he couldn’t, and it was eating him up inside.

“Dean!” came a whisper yell in the voice of Sam Winchester behind him, and Dean flinched as he heard Sam’s pace quicken as he came rushing up behind him to support him just as he started to slide down the wall he was holding onto. “What the fuck are you doing?! Where’s Y/N?!”

“Asleep,” Dean groaned as he placed his weight against his brother, taking the pressure off of his back and chest, “I couldn’t sleep, and I didn’t want to wake her up, so I thought I’d try walking around some.”

It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was the truth, and that’s all Sam was gonna get out of Dean. Sammy or Y/N didn’t need to know how badly he was struggling. That was his cross to bear, not theirs. They’d been through enough, especially Y/N.

“You’re gonna end up back in the hospital!” Sam scolded as they rounded the corner and slowly made their way towards his bedroom where he knew he was in for it, because surely Sam would tell Y/N everything as soon as the bedroom door opened. “The doctor said to stay off your feet as much as possible until you get ready to start physical therapy.”

“Yeah, well fuck him, and fuck physical therapy, I can do it on my own, I don’t need them.”

Sam growled in aggravation, but that was a conversation he would save for when Dean wasn’t around with Y/N. Whether Dean liked it or not, he was gonna have to do physical therapy; Sam wasn’t gonna let this go.

“You know, you’re just as stubborn as Dad was,” Sam argued, “Y/N has been through enough with your stubborn ass. The least you could do is do what the fucking doctor said do to, so that you don’t end up doing real damage and putting her through more shit, because for some ungodly reason, she likes your dumb ass.”

Dean knew he was right, but also Dean wished that Y/N didn’t like him, and that he didn’t like her. Being bound to a cripple was not what she deserved at all; most of the time he wished he was man enough to run her off so that she could go and live a fulfilling life that wasn’t tied down to him, someone that couldn’t even be a man to her. But he was weak, and he needed her worse than he needed oxygen, and he didn’t want to hurt her or upset her more by ending up dead or back in the ICU; so he just kept his trap shut as Sam came to a stop in front of his bedroom door.

“Now,” Sam said, with his hand on the door frame, “If I put you back in here, are you gonna stay here?”

“Yes mom,” he retorted, and Sam narrowed his eyes as his brother before he pushed the door open slowly, deciding to keep his commentary to himself.

Y/N POV:

Y/N was awakened with a jolt at the sound of the bedroom door opening, and light flooding the room from the hallway outside. At first, she was confused, really confused; she immediately reached for the left side of her where Dean had been laying when she’d fallen asleep sometime that night between Dean’s fidgeting, and her own racing mind. She found it cold and empty, which; if she was being earnest, was the jolt to her brain that made her sit up in bed, and her eyes fly open against the assailing light that flooded the room to focus on the two, overly tall men standing in the doorway, one clearly supporting the weight of the other.

“Dean!” she yelled as she kicked the covers off of her, and scrambled out of bed to take the load from Sam onto her own shoulders and walk Dean towards the bed.

“I found him wandering the hallway,” Sam announced as he rushed to help Y/N get Dean back onto the bed. Dean said nothing, he just kept his head down; his jaw locked in frustration at the whole mess.

“What the hell were you thinking Dean?” Y/N scolded as she checked him over once Sam turned the lamp on in the room. “If you needed to get up you could have just woke me up, and I would have helped you!”

“You were asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you up for you to just be miserable with me,” Dean answered, and again, it wasn’t totally a lie, he really didn’t want to wake her up just for her to sit there and watch him be miserable.

Y/N huffed as she tried to reel in her emotions and keep from screaming at him. It was clear from the tense, defeated look on his face yelling at him was not what he needed in that moment; there would be a time for chastising him for getting out of bed and wandering the halls on his own later, but this was not the time. Besides, he seemed no worse for the wear other than being a little winded. So it’s not like he did any real damage, even though he wasn’t supposed to go and do that.

“I’ll go and make some coffee and bring it back to you guys,” Sam offered, “Then I’ll get us some breakfast going.”

“I want real bacon Sammy, not that turkey shit you eat,” Dean yelled and Sam waved him off as Dean mumbled under his breath, something about hospital food being better than that crap, but Y/N did ask, because honestly she didn’t mind the healthy eating alternatives, even if most of them did repulse Dean.

Y/N waited until Sam was out of sight before she went back to doing an overview of Dean; making sure he wasn’t bleeding anywhere, and that he seemed to be catching his breath from the journey back to the room She was greatly relieved to find that everything seemed to be okay this time, but had Sam not found him, well, she really didn’t want to think about what might have happened.

“I’m okay Baby,” Dean insisted, whining as he tried to find a more comfortable position on the bed.

“I don’t care if I’m dead fucking alseep Dean, if you need to get up, just get me and I will get up with you. We can always nap later if we get tired.”

Dean worried his lower lip with his perfect white teeth, and nodded, losing the energy to argue with her or anyone else.

“I’m sorry,” he said after a moment with a grimace, “I just… I couldn’t get comfortable, and you were asleep, and— I’m sorry, next time I will wake you or Sam. I didn’t mean to cause drama before the sun even really came up.”

He was frustrated, Y/N could see it. Honestly, she didn’t blame him for being frustrated. He went from doing whatever he wanted to do, a hunter, healthy, virtually happy; to having to ask for help just to get to the bathroom, and that would be frustrating for anyone.

“You’re a grown man Dean,” Y/N said, pulling the covers back so that she could slide into the bed next to him, “You don’t have to apologize for something as simple as getting out of bed and walking around. But I do want you to be careful and not set yourself back, okay?”

“Okay,” he relented.

Y/N bit the inside of her check and had to look away from him to stop the rushing flood of emotions that kicked her in the gut. She felt as if she was scolding him, and she really didn’t want to scold a grown ass man.

Before she could open her mouth and say anything, Dean groaned dramatically as he grabbed hold of the comforter, and rolled himself onto his side, stunning her into momentary silence.

“Dean,” she finally breathed as she hurried to sit up to help him, and he just shook his head and pulled her back down, “It’s okay, I did that on purpose, I want to lay like this, I’m okay.”

She stuttered to argue with him, that he had to be in pain laying there on his side like that, but he pulled her down into his chest, and tucked his arm around, and the argument died somewhere in her throat.

“Are you sure this doesn’t hurt?” she worried, but Dean just shook his head no.

“It was a little uncomfortable at first,” he admitted after a while, “but it’s ebbing away now; it’s not so bad.”

Y/N tucked herself into him, supporting some of his weight so that all of the pressure wasn’t completely on his side, and Dean signed deeply as he allowed himself to relax, his fingers trailing up and down her back in random patterns. It was the most relaxed he’d been since before he’d gotten hurt, and honestly, if she wasn’t awake and he wasn’t afraid she’d call him a pussy, he probably would have started to cry, but he felt like he’d done more than enough of that last night while she slept next to him.

“You know, I’ve wanted to lay here like this with you since I woke up,” he admitted, placing his lips to the top of her hair and making her heart flutter out of her chest and around the room.

“Well, I’m all yours, we can stay here just like this all day if that’s what you want,” she assured him; he hummed as he nuzzled himself in her hair. Soon his breathing started to even out, and sleep started to take its hold on him after one very long night battling to obtain it.

Y/N's arm reached around, tracing the exposed skin of his lower back and hip. She wasn’t lying to him, even though he was clearly asleep now, she would have gladly laid right here with him, just like this, as long as he wanted; because it had been a long fucking time since she had felt that safe, and she’d never felt that at home. Ever.

The door clicked open behind her and light flooded the room as Sam appeared with two cups of coffee in his hands, and Y/N turned her head slightly to see him, but not wake Dean, who had started to snore slightly next to her.

“Oh shit, is he okay?” he whispered, sitting Y/N’s cup of coffee on the nightstand next to the bed.

“Yeah, he’s out,” she said, “I don’t think he slept much last night.”

“Well, he looks pretty content right now, so I’ll just leave you guys to it, and I’ll bring him another cup of coffee when he wakes up, if you need anything just text me, I’ll be in the library.”

“Thanks Sam,” Y/N whispered as Sam closed the door, and Y/N tucked the covers around Dean the best that she could in the position they were in.

Tomorrow would start the first day of physical therapy, but today, she’d just enjoy this with him; they both deserved that much.

Forever:

@wittysunflower

@demongirl1996

@as-lost-as-sams-shoe

@jensenslady79

@spnwoman

@stoneyggirl2

@unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men

@stixnstripesworld

@fullwattpadmusictree

@nancymcl

@christycreature

@whiskey-infused-dreams

@supernatural79impala

@deandreamernp

@forgetthisbull

@miraclesoflove

@slamminmine

@deanwanddamons

@rvgrsbrns

@chevyharvelle

@i-love-superhero-movies

@lyss-dw79

@magssteenkamp

@lemondropirwin

@squirrelnotsam

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@mrsjenniferwinchester

@defenderrosetyler

@thecreatiivecorner

@vicmc624

@busy-bee-angel-misska

@justanotherwinchester

@brilovesdeanwinchester

@idksupernatural

@lyarr24

@emoryhemsworth

@dean-winchesters-gardian-angel

@flamencodiva

@itmejado

@thoughts-and-funnies

@teresa-67

@hearteyes-j2

@peaches007

@bobbie3939

@vulgar-library

@writercole

@fairlyspnfanfic

@sexyvixen7

@spngi

@b3autyfuldisast3r

@donnaintx

@maliburenee

@the-family-business67

@agirlwithdemonblood

@captainsoldiergirl

@twinkleinadiamondsky

Jensen and Dean’s Babes

@deans-baby-momma

@impalaslytherin

@perpetualabsurdity

@msmarvelouswinchester

@akshi8278

@love-jackles

@irmcpar

@pink-sparkly-witch

@dean-spinster-witch

@herstarburststories

@mimaria420

@deanwinchesterswitch

@charred-angelwings

@pascal-rascal424

@myloversgone

@fortheloveof-jackles

@eevvvaa

@bts-spnlvr12

@jxackles

@lassie-bird

@samsgirl93

@shawnie74

@kaz11283

@mlovesstories

@ladysparks78

#carry on #dean winchester #dean winchester series #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x y/n #dean x reader #dean x you #hurt!dean winchester #hurt!dean winchester x you #hurt!dean winchester x reader #spn fanfiction #spn fanfic #spn series #jensen ackles #x reader #jawritter

113 notes · View notes

petalsandpurity · 4 years

Text

i am very lucky to have just pre-ordered season one of hokkyokuro’s soft as organdy comic 🥺 🥺

if ya’ll haven’t read it yet i strongly suggest you take a look at her instagram page and read the comic. it is so good.

#as soon as she said she was gonna do physical copies #i started saving like i NEED that beautiful art on my bookshelf #wish i could've bought s2 as well but that'll have to wait a little longer #also the shipping???? is really cheap for a book??? im in shock

0 notes

spikesbimbo · 3 years

Text

Three's trouble

Pairing: suna x reader x atsumu

Tags: face fucking, praise, dirty talk, threesome, exhibitionism at first, teasing, choking, oral sex, finger sucking, idk reader has an oral fixation, lowkey eiffel tower, spit/drool, crying, spanking, daddy!suna, masturbation

wc: 1.8k

a/n: Feeding yall until my dilf fics come out. Iowkey insp by this

Minors dni 18+

“C’mon lemme touch her...please rinnie” He teased, copying you, knowing all you had to do was bat your eyelashes and mumble those words and you'd get what you wanted.

“Call me that shit again and i'll kick you out.” suna said. Freezing in place, dick almost going soft after those words. Lucky your pretty face drooling all over his cock brought him back.

“Go ahead...” he sighed, knowing this was gonna happen after he ‘invited’ him to watch yall fuck after he walked in on you two, knowing he was insatiable as you, and that stroking his cock wasn't enough.

“I-, you sure…?” he asked. “This okay with you, hmm?” Only caring what your answer was, knowing your boyfriend would go along with it if it made you happy.

“Dont get me wrong its hot as fuck, been dreaming about this for so long, but...” He continued waiting for you to put out an answer, an opening as you responded by breaking your head from sunas cock enough for you to mumble a soft, sweet “yeah”. Expression hidden as your boyfriend drags you back onto him, greed overriding him, wanting to be only one to see your face like this.

Physically responding by arching your back more, rocking your hips as the friction of the air wasn't enough, humming out while your lips were wrapped around his cock once again, nodding your consent again as suna wrapped his hand around your head, leaning back with a groan.

“Fuck baby.” he muttered out. Pride rising in your chest, taking all of him like a good girl. His tip hitting the back of your throat, hands sneaking up his thighs to grab his balls in between your fingers.

“Don't be rough at first, she doesn't like that.” he said, eyes half closed watching his every movement, looking at your body and expression for any signs of discomfort.

“Got it, got it. Don't worry.” He complained, placing himself behind you. “You're acting like i've never touched a girl before.”

“Wouldn't doubt it.” he said under his breath. Turning his vision back to you, stroking your cheek as his face was getting more tinted by the second.

“Hey!”

You let out a whine, needy moans getting their well-needed attention back on you. Body feeling so neglected as tears started forming in your eyes, your boyfriend quickly calming you down.

“shh baby s’okay, ignore him. Just keep all your attention on me.” He cooed cupping your jaw, distracting you by doing the work for you, bobbing your head up and down with his hand on the back of your head.

Your noises getting higher and higher as atsumu moved his hand to your cunt, sliding his fingers down your slit up and down a few times before stopping to rub your clit. Sliding his finger in, so tight but you gave way so easy, curling his finger pushing the build up of slick out of you, dripping onto the floor beneath you.

“So fucking pretty.” he mumbled out, barely getting the words out before he put his lips on your thighs, placing harsh open mouthed kisses on them. Squirming at the feeling, suna’s hands locking you in place while his hands were grabbing your ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he spread you open. “So wet, wanna taste you.”

Moaning at the words, all shame leaving your body as you presented yourself more, just wanting to feel good already, hearing a chuckle followed by a slight smack landing on you. The shock, letting out a cry laced with pleasure, disconnecting your mouth from him, a gasp of “tsumu” falling from your lips, face contorting with embarrassment as your body does the same.

“You like it pretty girl? You like when your daddy spanks you when you're being bad, hmm?”

Tears pooling in your eyes as the words left his mouth. “Aww, sweetheart. You love when he makes you cry like that, what an angel.”

His hand comes down onto your skin again, jumping at the contact, ashamedly getting you wetter and wetter. ”Fuck, you get this everynight? Lucky bitch.”:

Suna just chuckled, loving how you caught everyone's attention but at the end of the day you were his, no matter who touched you. Every nerve ending was tensing up as he entered you, his hips slowly meeting your ass at first. Watching himself slide in and out of you as he started to move, shallow strokes turning into deeper ones. “God damn baby, your tiny little cunt’s already swallowing me up.” thrusting into you harder and faster, cries leaving your throat as you already made a mess.

“Fuck baby, you already cum?...”Poor little thing, should've known that when i walked in on you creaming just from your daddy playing with your little cunt.”

“C-cause you were teasing me” you softly sobbed out in protest, needing him to move or you would breakdown.

“Was I? M’sorry pretty girl, dont worry ill make you feel good.” Hearing his grunts as you clenched, not stopping but getting rougher. Thrusting into you as his balls were hitting your sensitive clit, walls throbbing around him as you cried out incoherent words.

Watching himself slide in and out of your tiny little cunt as he starts to move, slow and shallow strokes sliding into deeper ones. “You’re just fucking swallowing me up, fuck.”

“D-daddy” escaping from your lips in a moan, as his hand was wrapped around your neck, forcing you to look your wet sloppy face in his eyes as you were getting fucked. You blurry vision making out his deadpan face, but you felt his gaze on your body, ass bouncing after every thrust, only being held up by him.

“Daddy?” tsumu questioned, his grip on your hips growing tighter, letting out a little squeal as his thrusts get shakier. “Fuck, youre so lucky.”

Suna just chuckled, knowing what he had, making sure you knew it too. Tsumu leaning back against your body watching you catch his thrusts halfway. Hips rolling, gasps barely having time to escape before they’re knocked out of you again.

Your boyfriend not being able to fight the groans that spill out of his mouth, thumb swiping over your lips, smearing his cum and spit there. Rocking his hips back into your mouth, eyes hooded watching tsumu make you crumble and cry under him.

“He making you feel good baby?” he asked. Whimpering at the way he’s grabbing your jaw, already so sore. “C’mon, be a good girl and tell daddy.”

Being patient with you was one of his specialties, letting you take all the time you needed, eyes focused on you waiting for you to be a big girl and use your words.

“Y-yea, rinnie.” you stuttered out, voice displaced by his thrusts.

“Good girl.”

The way he's speaking to you, so sweet and soft, but so dominant at the same time. Kissing you on the forehead before moving down to your lips. Wet eyes being rubbed by his finger as his other hand is stroking his cock.

Tsumu’s moans are background noise as you drag your tongue down his hand, grabbing it with the hand that isn’t currently on his dick, wrapping your lips around his digits. Not reacting besides letting you do what you want, as usual; breath hitching as you take it down to his knuckle.

“Fuck,” tsumu groaned, flicking his hips up into yours, getting off to the both of you looking like the sight of a porn clip in front of him.

“daddy, i-, im gonna” you whimpered, lips hovering over sunas, a line of spit connecting you two, how romantic. Your sentence not finishing as he dragged you back into a kiss, sloppy and messy, all while tsumu is bruising your cervix, the pain dulling at this point.

“Yeah baby, you gonna cum on my cock? Already doing such a good job.” he said, trying to look back at him before suna grabs your head again, looking into your red teary eyes as you pant out. Dry mouth open as he’s fucking your fist, rocking into you like you were a toy.

“You gonna be a good girl and take it? Gonna be a good girl?” he muttered out, sliding his flushed cock back into your drool covered mouth.

“Our good girl.”

Suna rolls his eyes as he cups your face again, spit sliding down it as he pushed it in, not wanting to cum again after looking down into your spaced out eyes. The sound of his balls slapping your chin, obscure words leaving his mouth as your nose was now at his crotch.

The pain of your dry lips growing, the ache in your jaw only adding onto it but you were gonna make him finish. Hiccupping out whimpers as astumu gets rougher, picking up the pace.

The sound of your wetness leaking onto his thighs and balls, every slap sounding lewd as possible the vibrations coming from your mouth is enough to have suna shove himself down your throat more, fucking you there until he cums down it.

A dazed smile appearing on your face as you licks up what slipping between your lips, looking like hes about to pass out at the sight of your lips licking it off of him, leaning his head back as the thinks hes about to blow again.

Another moan leaves your lips as you feel so close to your climax, not having anyone to pay attention to anymore but yourself as you feel your orgasm building up. Selfishly moving your boyfriends dirty hands to you, already catching your drift as he starts lazily rubbing your clit almost instantly making you cum.

Atumu chasing his as soon as he feels yours, rolling his hips deeper as he pushes your back in an arch. Seeing black for a minute as he lets himself go. Getting faster, hips stuttering as your body is limp under him resting on suna. Sobbing at the overstimulation as he continues to abuse your poor cunt as he drains his balls dry, making the most of his orgasm.

Mind going bank, not even realizing that he pulled out of you, and that you were laying in your boyfriends arms. Wrapped in the thin sheets, him coming down from a high just as much as you.

“You good, baby?” suna whispered, wrapping his arm around you kissing beneath your ear as he rubbed your back. Nodding as you dozed off into him, sleepiness overtaking you at the feeling of being in his hold as you did every night.

“ So…” Atsumu started breaking the silence, suna already giving him a side eye, not wanting to wake up your pretty face squished into his shoulder. “Maybe ne-”

“No.”

2K notes · View notes