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enmuswife3 · 2 months

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Maybe its a Blessing in Disguise

Jacob x werewolf!Reader

reader moves from LA to Forks in order to reconnect with her old family friend Bella Swan and meets Jacob.

Reader is slightly Afro Latina coded I haven’t rlly said anything about reader’s hair tho so maybe just Latina, also speaks Spanish and incorporates it into random sentences but only if she knows the other person can understand it, reader wears a black juicy tracksuit and chunky sandals bc I said so Jacob does not know that reader is a werewolf reader and is in a pack ill add more as i write

Bruh he is SO FOINE GRRRR BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF WOOF

I yawned as I drove to my best friend's house after hearing that her pasty-faced boyfriend had broken up with her. “Bells! vine tan pronto como pude!” I said barging into the house and the young girl's room. I walked in and saw her crying in her bed “Okay pause those sheets are so tacky what the hell” I said carefully sitting down and taking her in my arms letting her cry into my velvety tracksuit. “let's get you better amor” i said kissing the top of her head and helping her stand up. I got her into the shower, washed her face, and put her back to bed as it was already 10:00.

I woke her up bright and early and got her into the bathroom to do something to her face and hair you know to bring that Arizonan girl out and honestly, it worked wonderfully. I put on another tracksuit this time it's dark green and I give Bella a matching one “Tan guapa” I complimented her smiling softly seeing her face turn red alright let go I say grabbing my keys “Wait you driving?” Bella asked “yea silly it’s a sports car though so prepárate,” I said stepping outside and unlocking my Dodge Charger and turning it on making the engine rev like crazy. I smiled as I headed towards the school that I recently enrolled in.

I pulled into a parking spot seeing all the different people including some of Bella’s acquaintances that she showed me a picture of. I stepped out of the car looking around seeing her pasty faced ex-boyfriend through my shades looking right at me, I smirked slightly walking over and opening the door for Bella and helping her out. I chuckled seeing her stumble due to me going 30 over the speed limit. She put her arm around my waist covering up my back tattoo i did the same as we walked through the parking lot ignoring the stares. Thankfully i was able to get all of my classes with Bella so we walked to class together.

Time Skip

It was the end of the day and me and Bella were walking outside and to my car just to find a bunch of random people standing around my car “watch this” i snickered as i pressed the automatic on button and watched as the people jumped and yelped by me turning on the car. I open the door and get in and so does Bella i peered into the mirror seeing the Cullens staring at my car “they stare a whole lot” i said raising my eyebrows. I drove out of the parking lot “ hey can you take me to this place my friend wants to hang out” Bella said “sure”.

We made it to this guy named Billy’s house and when you pulled up several shirtless dudes where sitting on the front deck. I got out and immediately smelled like there were other werewolves and i guess they could smell me too because they immediately turned in my direction. “Guys this is y/n l/n” Bella hesitantly introduced me i smiled politely at the boys “well I’m Seth that’s Quill, Embry, and Jacob” the boy said smiling sweetly “n/n wanna come with us to La Push there’s gonna be a bonfire” Bella asked “uh sure i wont stay too long though a bitch needs her sleep or we wont make it to school tomorrow” i laughed “ well I’m gonna go home i need a shower” i sighed pressing the automatic button on my car key turning up the car making the engine rev. I walked to my car “you stayin’ right?” I looked at Bella as i opened the door, she nodded a few times and i got in my car and sped off.

Bella’s POV

I watched as my friend sped away in her car “soo where’s she from? I know she wasn’t born here” Quil asked “Yeah she’s from LA” I responded as I sat down next to Jacob “What’s LA?” Jacob asked with a raised eyebrow “LA stands for Los Angeles it's in California” I said leaning back and pulling out my phone to text y/n the time she can come back and where. Jacob leaned his head to the side to see what I was doing “So this y/n girl…is she single?” Quil asked as he leaned back in his chair licking his lips “Surprisingly yes” I said “Honestly I don’t even know how or why she’s single I guess the boys in California didn’t catch her attention” I shrugged.

“Are you all ready? And do we have everything we need?” Jacob called out as he finished loading the supplies into his truck “Yeah we’re ready” I called out getting into the passenger seat and the other boys got into the back seat. I dialed y/n’s number and waited for her to answer” Hello?” She answered, “Hey we’re on our way to La Push where are you now?” “Umm I’m at a shopping center right now getting Auntie Annie’s” she answered “Oooh get me a pretzel please,” I asked “ está bien I’m about to leave now no estoy muy lejos” “Okay bye” “Peace”. I hung up the phone “Was she speaking Spanish?” Seth asked “yea it’s her first language” I said looking out the window as the trees turned into cliffs and this cliff turned into the beach. It was slightly crowded but I wasn’t bothered by that. The bonfire was set up and I was waiting patiently for y/n to come with my delicious pretzel.

Y/n’s POV

I pulled into the parking lot and looked around before I got out holding Bella’s pretzel and a lemonade in my other hand I walked towards the bonfire which was actual a long distance away so I started sipping on my frosted lemonade. The soft light of the fire grew larger as I neared I scanned for a spot to sit at and slightly tensed up seeing that the only spot open was by that Jacob guy. No I don’t hate him or anything he’s actually very attractive in fact he looks like he was sculpted by a god or something. And ohh don’t get me started on his eyes and the way his brows furrow- that’s enough rambling for one day I thought to myself. I saw Bella get up happily scurrying towards me grabbing the pretzel and taking a bite happily. “Oh um there aren’t anymore seats by me so I guess you’ll have to sit with Jay” Bella said looking around “oh okay” I said sitting down on the bench by the young boy.

Time Skip

Everyone was laughing and enjoying their time Jacob and I grew silent but I could feel his eyes on me. Bella and the 3 other boys were talking and laughing but I kind of just zoned them out by playing a random game on my phone. “So y/n how’s the weather there in California?” Jacob asked as he sat up straight “extremely hot I can say that” I laughed breathlessly “so do you like it over here more?” I grew silent for a moment looking back at Bella and the others joking around “I guess you could say that though I do miss my family” I smiled softly looking back at Jacob. I could see a slight hint of red in his cheeks but I dared not to say anything about it. “Alright y/n I’m ready to go” Bella said getting up “okay” I said getting up “it was nice meeting you all” I said softly walking over to Bella and turning around. “Yeah it was nice meeting you” Seth said as the others nodded in agreement I softly smiled and turned around to see Bella already walking off I smacked my lips jogging after her.

We had finally made it to my car and we got in and I drove away “soo Jacob huh~ think he’s cute?” Bella asked teasingly and laughed when I blushed “I think he’s really into you y/n~” she laughed “I should set you two up” I laughed nervously “I mean I wouldn’t be complaining he is cute” I said as I pulled into the driveway and got out the car. “Oh by the way me and Edward are okay now I guess but I don’t know if we’re back together yet, also prom is Friday night and I think you should come” Bella said as we walked into the house “okay but I don’t trust that pasty-face bastard, and yea we can go to prom can you come dress shopping with me?” I asked “sure”.

“Alright goodnight Bells” I yawned as I walked to my room, I laid down and called my mom as it was only 8:00 where she was “hi momma” I spoke sweetly “hi my sweet baby how is mare you doing?” My mother cooed “ah I’m alright schools pretty nice here and I love the weather” I gushed “that’s good sweetie now have you met anyone? Any boys?” My mother asked slyly. I chuckled nervously “there’s this one boy but when I first met him I got a whiff of that wet dog smell so I think he’s one of us including his friends or should I say pack” I whispered “another pack? Well I’m not surprised. You haven’t come across any of those cold ones have you?” She asked “unfortunately yes, I have and I think Bella has a relation shit with one of them” I sighed “god well if you need any help let out a howl and your siblings will be there in a bling of an eye” “I will momma, I’m going to go to sleep now okay?” “Alright love call me if you need anything alright? Bye now” I hung up the phone and placed it on my nightstand and rolled over to look at the ceiling. I waited for a few minutes just in case then I softly closed my eyes.

I was woken up by my 5:00 alarm and got up with a groan. I quickly got ready and headed downstairs just to see Bella introducing her so called “boyfriend” to Charlie “good morning Charlie!” I say walking up to the chief giving him a big hug somehow he was still taller than me “mornin’” he huffed “y/n this is Edward” Bella said “hi.uh nice to meet you” I said looking him up and down questionably. “It’s nice to meet you too I’m about to take Bella to play baseball ball with my family would you like to join?” The pale-faced man smiled “I’ll go if Bells wants me to” I stated as I turned to the girl raising my eyebrow. “Yeah you should come but take your car so I can have a ride home,” Bella said smiling “Okay. “

“Y/n, I trust that you’ll keep Bella safe and not let any harm come to her correct?” Charlie asked sternly but I could see right through him “She won’t get into any type of danger as long as I’m breathing” I said with a glint in my eyes. “She’s safe with me,” I said holding up my hands and retracted my claws smiling. Charlie nodded and walked off to get ready for work Bella and her boyfriend were already outside I sipped on some water and pressed the button to turn on my car “I’ll follow you guys or you could just tell me the location so I can speed how I’d like to” I said looking at Edward “I think it’d be best if you followed since I don’t know where we’re going” “erm okay I guess” I shrugged walking to my car.

The car ride there was pretty long but I understand what Edward meant by him not even knowing where we were going himself because there were three other cars in front of him at last we finally made it to the destination three women got out of one car and three men came out of theirs I opened my door and got out and walked next to Bella and rested my elbow on her shoulder. “Y/n this is Alice, Rosalie, and Esme” “Hi y/n I’ve seen you in the halls but I was too nervous to come up to you,” Alice said chuckling nervously “I know right? When I first met her she looked like she wanted to fight me but she’s a sweetheart really” Bella smiled “Looks like it” Rosalie said eyeing me up and down. I heard a twig snap and immediately turned my head to see who it was kind of surprising the three women.

After I was introduced to everyone the game had finally begun and I could tell that they were very serious about the game. I stood at one of the bases and looked to my side seeing Bella at another one then all of a sudden she caught the ball and threw it at me and I could see in the corner of my eye Rosalie running towards me using her super speed I caught the ball just before she could slide to the base “you're out.” I said looking down at her. She stood up immediately and let out a growl as if she were trying to scare me I raised my eyebrow tilted my head and watched her stomp away.

“Stop!” Alice yelled everyone walked to her “Someone’s coming”

Yall i was so excited writing this yall do not knowww anywho not rlly proof read i just used Grammarly to correct sum stuff so if it sounds weird it’s that😓🙏

#twilight #jacob black x reader #jacob black #bella swan #esme cullen #alice cullen #rosalie cullen #the cullens #billy black #jasper cullen #edward cullen #emmet cullen

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flwrs4aust · 10 months

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Ahhhh ok since everyone is doing it, here I go…..

When I saw Elvis on opening day last year, I was only going because my aunt wanted to bring me. After seeing the movie, I was not only shook af but also in love with austin. I was like all of the other people who didn’t like Elvis, but 3 days later I came to my senses.

Me being me, I ran to this hellsite to find fanfiction about both austin and Elvis. I remember taking a screenshot of someone who had said something along the lines of “WHERE ARE THE AUSTIN BUTLER FICS??!!” Well person from about a year ago, there’s thankfully plenty of them now.

I want to just thank everyone who I’ve met in this wonderful community and have formed bonds with, specifically @cryingabtab @austinbutlersbaby @powerofelvis @rosaminny @eliseinmemphis @butlersxbirdy @mooodyblue @marooosa @burninlovebutler @samfangirls @foreverdolly @lindszeppelin @thatbanditqueen @precious-little-scoundrel @polksalademma and Becca! (I’m sorry I couldn’t remember your username😭) I love you guys sm and I couldn’t be luckier to have such a wonderful group of people in my life, thank you times a million 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

I’d also like to thank everyone who has written my fave fics bc they give me LIFE @cryingabtab @austinbutlersbaby @elvisabutler @prompted-wordsmith @burninlovebutler @powerofelvis @butlersxbirdy @mooodyblue @samfangirls @foreverdolly @headfullofpresley @mooodyblue @elaaronpresleysgirl @dilfelvis @blurredcolour @kiankiwi @deterioratingxprisons @be-my-ally @ggwritesstuff @plasticfantasticl0ver @stay-wildin @devilsflowerr @precious-little-scoundrel and any others that I may have forgotten! When I add those tags when reblogging your works, I seriously mean what I say 🥵 like DAMN ok y’all didn’t need to eat and leave no crumbs like that but you DID!!!!!!!!!

Also shoutout to the people I don’t really talk to but see in my notifications, I love you guys sm you are my WORLD 🫶🏻

Also I would lastly like to thank Elvis because when I went to go see this movie I was on my graduation trip, fresh out of high school, freshly 19 and it was such a vulnerable time in my life because I didn’t know what I wanted to do or where to go but this wonderful angel of a man blessed me with just a fraction of his beautiful spirit and energy and my life has never been the same sense…. Never in my life have I woken up with such a wholesome feeling in my heart and said “wow, I am so lucky to be able to know about and love this man”. Like I never have loved anyone in this world so much, and I’m sure you all can say the same.

Anyways, I’ll end this before I get too sappy and start crying, but I just wanted to say happy one year anniversary to this movie, and I love you all so much 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Love, Mila 🥰

#currently celebrating with E’s fave pizza #bbq pizza #just e things #I love you all seriously like so much

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wendy130 · 9 months

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heard you were looking for fake fic titles, so we got some for you!!!

Cast Out

On the Hunt

Ghost Chasers

Reality Sucks

Roll Call

Apocalyptic Nightmares

“Is anyone there?!”

// I did only a few of these bc otherwise this would get too long :P

// Cast Out, Ghost Chasers, & Apocalyptic Nightmares

Cast Out

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Fish hunter- angler? I don't know but fish hunter sounds funnier-- Wilbur goes out everyday to catch fish. One day he catches a lobster hybrid Niki who is Not happy with being trapped inside a net. Thankfully, Wilbur hands her a fish and tosses her back into the sea.

But now every time he goes out to fish, Niki 'unluckily' gets caught again and again...

// This is entirely based on some dudes on YT who hunt for lobsters but throw back lobsters they can't keep. They give those lobsters some fish before yeeting them back into the sea :3

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Ghost Chasers-- my fucking favorite out all of these has been moved to an entirely different post which you can find here!

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Apocalyptic Nightmares

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Disclaimer: I have no idea how blindness actually affects people on a day to day basis. This will not be accurate. And I have no idea how to write these characters either lmao.

It’s hard going through the apocalypse while you’re blind, but Dream has been… handling it fairly well, he’d like to think.

Especially when that apocalypse is based purely on sight. Any human that looks at the- he’s not sure what to call it, honestly- the beasts go insane. He’s taken to calling them ‘Medusas’ because he’s fairly certain that, before everything went to shit, there was a story of some lady that would turn people to stone if they looked at her. He’s not sure. It sounds fake, to be honest, but he stumbled across another human who told him about it. They said it was… ‘Greek mythical,’ or something.

Regardless, he’s been able to move around with the walking stick he’s had since forever. Plus, since his eyesight is non-existent, his other senses have strengthened to make up for the lack of one less processor. Some days are… shit, to be frank. He’s dropped his cane and had to fumble around to find it, and that’s not even considering the rest of the disadvantages that come with being blind.

He has.. no idea how he’s been able to survive. He thinks it’s luck. Whatever it is, it’s the only thing that’s been keeping him alive for so long. He’s thankful for that.

And he’s even more thankful when he hears the rare shuffle of feet. It looks like he’s finally stumbled across another person- or… monster. Whatever, it’s company, even if the monster can’t talk back to him. Most of the time when there’s a monster, they end up wandering off and not responding to him. It’s how he knows who’s human or not.

Turning towards the sound, he lifts his head when the shuffling freezes, “hello?” he calls out, hoping that they’re human.

After a clear hesitant pause, “hello?” And, oh! Finally, another person. He smiles.

“Hey! Great to finally come across another human,” he hears mumbling, but it’s incomprehensible. He shifts slightly to face the voice a little more, “sorry, if you couldn’t tell, I’m, uh, blind,” he laughs.

“Oh,” the voice still sounds.. confused, “uh. Yeah. I couldn’t… tell.” Dream pauses, tilting his head.

“Do you not know what being blind is?” It’s the apocalypse, it… would make sense that people might not know about it, he supposes. The voice is silent, and he quickly adds, “it’s okay. It’s the apocalypse, I get it. Information is a little scarce. I basically just can’t see. My name is Dream, by the way. What’s yours?”

”My.. name? Oh. My name. My name isss… George. It’s George,” the voice seems to fumble, and he laughs a little.

“Are you sure? It kinda seems like you just made that up, George,” he emphasized teasingly, feeling the edge of his mouth twitch up in amusement, “I guess that makes sense, though. I don’t come across people that often either, so it takes a second to remember that greeting people is a common courtesy.”

“Y..yeah,” the voice- George- laughs, a tad awkwardly, “yeah, it takes a little bit to remember how to speak, y’know?”

Dream meets George, who’s… not as human as he seems. But, hey, Dream doesn’t need to know that.

Basically, shenanigans between the two bc George is used to just driving humans insane and never exactly having company. No less company that doesn’t shut the fuck up. Dream gets someone who can make life a little bit easier, George gets to learn what it’s like to be human, and both of them get to have some well-needed company.

#asks #g/t #g/t ideas #g/t mcyt #g/t Wilbur #g/t Niki #g/t Nihachu #g/t Dreamwastaken #g/t Georgenotfound #fake fic titles

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sirenfromthelostcity · 2 years

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The Contingency

A/N: Hiya! okay so couple things, firstly I realize that my portrayal of Damian might be a lil different from some on here but honestly i feel like when Damian is in love this boy falls HARD so he’s gonna be hella romantic with his partner bc he feels safe and he not only love his partner but his love is reciprocated. The more above it all they are, the harder they fall. im not sure if that’s a saying but it applies. Second, this blurb/chapt is a sort of pre-logue to the part 4 of my Movie Night series and it is a lil different from the regular tone of how the story’s been going so pls let me know if y’all like it, if you agree with what Damian did or didn’t do. I’m honestly really unsure of it all now lmao if anything I might just delete this and pretend it never happened lol my anxiety is really acting up. PLLLEEAASSEE tell me your thoughts on how the story is progressing and if you’re enjoying it!!! It really means a lot to me plus it’s nice knowing ppl are enjoying the stuff i’m putting out <3 <3 <3 okay toodles for now and enjoy!!

P.S. Next chapt might be inspired by the new Dr. Strange Multiverse of Madness Movie but no spoilers!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 3.5

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Damian sat in front of the computer in the Batcave, begrudgingly analyzing the files before him. This was the second time he was reviewing them. He had hoped that if he missed something it'd stand out to him the second time around. So far, no such luck.

It started out with a string of robberies, nothing Batman couldn’t handle. Then he found out the robberies were orchestrated by a man calling himself The Scientist in order to finance a new drug he was creating, Project Ambrosia. Allegedly, it was supposed to temporarily give people metahuman abilities. However, if you already possessed such abilities the drug was rumored to increase your powers to omnipotent levels.

This definitely wasn’t good news for Gotham. Fortunately, The Scientist was apprehended. Unfortunately, this wasn’t done so before the drug was finalized or before word of its completion made its way to Killer Croc and Bane.

It was two nights ago when Bruce had his encounter with the two as they tried to steal the drug for themselves. Fighting them both simultaneously was difficult even for someone like Batman but when Killer Croc managed to inject himself with the drug the situation quickly became much more catastrophic. Bruce quickly realized the rumor of the drug’s effect on metahumans was true. With the drug in Killer Croc’s veins he was able to leave Bane in critical condition and Batman was next to receive his wrath. He knew he had to act fast and so he destroyed the remainder of the drugs but not without sustaining perilous injuries from Killer Croc’s amplified rage.

Thankfully Dick and Damian intervened before more damage could be inflicted upon their father but Killer Croc still managed to retreat. So far there’s been no news on Killer Croc. However, they’ve all recently been informed by Jim Gordon that there was a second variation of the drug and it was stolen last night.

Damian rubbed at his temples in exhaustion and frustration as he failed to find any clues within the files. To add to his annoyance his one year anniversary with (Y/N) was approaching by the end of the week and considering how the case was progressing, or not progressing, he doubted he’d be back home in time.

He could hear Dick and Bruce talk about potential leads behind him as Dick cleaned a wound on Bruce’s back that he couldn’t reach. It was then Damian volunteered to do more recon at the lab where The Scientist was apprehended.

Frankly, he felt like he had exhausted all the information the files had to offer and just wanted to stretch his legs and clear his mind. It was as he was closing up all the files he had opened that he saw it.

It was a hidden section within the files that he’d never seen before. Had he not accidentally scrolled further down he doubted he would’ve found it either.

Why would his father try to hide this? His curiosity was piqued. In the hidden section there was only one file.

The Scarlet Witch

Upon clicking it, half a dozen pictures of (Y/N) scrambled across the screen, one of them being a picture taken of her on her very first day on earth. There was also a strange, dark illustration within the files. Damian did not recognize the being but he was able to make out the figure of a female body along with her hair, some strange symbols, and what looked to be a crown. Admittedly, the image looked a little threatening. Next to the pictures appeared various notes on (Y/N)’s abilities, voice memos, records, and even videos of her in battle. Damian recalled the fights, as he was there when they happened, but his father was not. Then he remembered the recording lenses he wears when donning his caped alter ego.

He was peeved at the thought of his father combing through his personal recordings without asking, it was an invasion of privacy afterall, but he was also confused.

Why would father steal my recordings? Why create this file? How long has he been keeping this from me?

Dozens of questions flooded his mind but as he read further into the file, he began getting angry…

“What… the hell…is this?”

It came out as a whisper but his anger was loud and clear.

Bruce and Dick both turned to look at him.

Dick was confused at the files on the screen. Meanwhile, Bruce remained indifferent despite the argument that was about to ensue.

“YOU HAVE A CONTINGENCY PLAN FOR MY PARTNER?!” Damian yelled as he confronted his father.

Dick backed up and looked at Bruce in disbelief, seemingly unaware of Bruce’s plans either. “Really Bruce?”

“Explain yourself!” Damian snarled at his father.

“I don’t have to explain anything,” he rose from his seat to meet his challenge. “You both know more than anyone what my contingency plans are made for. They’re a precaution.”

“A preca- Bruce, she’s a kid,” Dick interjected.

“A kid who was able to subdue Superman while he was under demonic possession,” Bruce corrected. He walked to the computer, “And she’s not just a kid.”

Bruce clicked on one of the images from the file and the image of the strange illustration was enlarged on the screen.

“‘The Scarlet Witch is not born; she is forged. She has no coven, no need for incantation. A being capable of spontaneous creation. Her destiny is to rule the cosmos or annihilate it.’”

The way he spoke made it clear he was reciting the information which added to Damian and Dick’s confusion.

“Where’d you get this info from?” inquired Dick.

“More importantly, what does this have to do with (Y/N)?” Asked Damian. “She doesn’t use magic, she’s not a witch.”

“Zatanna learned it from Constantine and she informed me of this when she became aware of (Y/N) and her abilities.” Bruce looked to Damian, “From what we know of her abilities and feats, Zatanna and I believe she may be The Scarlet Witch. Although she hasn’t exemplified everything yet this could be due to lack of opportunity or knowledge or both. I’m not taking any chances if she is who we suspect she is. I imagine she told you about how she acquired her powers?”

Damian, who was currently glaring at his father with his arms crossed, nodded. “They tortured her,” he looked away and his eyes softened as he reminisced on what (Y/N) had told him, the trauma she experinced. “They conducted several experiments on her. One of them involved an ancient stone.”

“An infinity stone?” Bruce asked.

“She didn’t specify.”

“You didn’t ask her more about it?” He pressed.

“Did I ask her to recount in explicit detail what were objectively the worst moments of her life? No, I did not,” Damian’s glare returned.

“Okay, okay,” Dick motioned to them both to cool down. “Tales of omnipotent witches make great stories to tell around the campfire, B, but you’re telling me you created a whole contingency plan based on hearsay? That doesn’t sound like you.”

“Because it’s not hearsay. According to Constantine, there is a whole chapter dedicated to The Scarlet Witch in the Darkhold.” On hearing this, Damian's shoulder’s tensed. “It is also referred to as the book of the-”

“Damed,” cut in Damian and everyone’s attention set on him.

“You’re familiar with the darkhold?” asked Bruce.

“Unfortunately,” Damian rolled his eyes. “Grandfather went through great lengths in attempt to attain the legendary book.”

“Hold on, why would Ra’s want some scary sounding book in the first place?” Dick scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

“Legend surrounding the book claimed that it gave whoever possessed the book great power or it would amplify your own if you already possess it,” Damian shrugged. “It was also said to contain knowledge of dark magic but none of it came without a price. The book was said to corrupt anything and everything it touches. At least according to legend. But that’s all this is, legend. The book doesn’t exist.”

“But it does,” said Bruce. “And according to the darkhold, The Scarlet Witch is supposed to be a myth.”

“Then why do you have this file? Why are we even having this conversation? What did (Y/N) do to deserve this kind of treatment? She’s only ever shown you kindness!”

“This isn’t personal, Damian,” Bruce slowly approached his son but it only caused him to back away instead. “From what we’ve seen, (Y/N) fits the profile. The possibility is too strong for me to ignore. It’d be reckless and foolish of me to not prepare for the worst, especially considering your relationship with her.”

Although Bruce said his words with genuine sincerity, it didn’t help Damian feel any better.

“She’d never hurt me,” Damian defended. “She’d never hurt anyone.”

“What about Dr. Light?”

“That was one time!” Damian pointed at Bruce.

“She didn’t just remove the air from his lungs, she temporarily rewrote their function. He described it as feeling as if his body was rejecting the air while simultaneously needing it. In his words, it was both excruciating and terrifying.”

“He still breathes now, doesn't he?”

“Damian-”

“Woah, wait, Bruce,” Dick called to him from the computer. Apparently while Bruce and Damian were talking, he was sifting through the files. “This contingency plan is reading more like an outline, it’s not complete.”

“Until I know the full extent of her power or find out of any limitations the plan will remain unfinished. She’s half Tamaranean but due to her powers what would normally weaken a Tamaranean does not affect her. As of now, our best bet would be Zatanna’s magic to counteract her own. If she is who I think she is, anything I throw at her would be useless.”

“Wow,” Dick sighed as he leaned back in the chair and took in this information. It wasn’t often Bruce felt like he didn’t have many options to consider. Needless to say, he was feeling the gravity of the situation. “Wait, did you just say she rewrote Dr.Light’s lung functions?”

“Who cares? He was a villain anyways. (Y/N) would never do anything to hurt us,” argued Damian.

“Maybe not intentionally. But who is to know what could happen once she unlocks her full potential. At the moment, her ignorance benefits both her and the fate of this universe,” Bruce reasoned.

“What if it’s the opposite? What if by telling her what we know it helps steer her in the right direction?”

“Or inadvertently lead her in the wrong direction. Right now the less she knows, the better,” Bruce closed the files on the computer as if to conclude the discussion.

“Says you, father. I do not agree,” Damian turned to leave the Batcave, ignoring the calls and demands of his father.

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Damian made his way to one of the balconies of the manor and pulled out his phone and called (Y/N). After about three rings he received a rather groggy hello and he mentally scolded himself as he forgot all about the time difference.

“Sorry beloved, did I wake you?”

“You did but it’s you so it is a welcomed intrusion,” she giggled. “How are you, is everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” he paused and (Y/N) waited for him to continue but he didn’t.

“Are you sure? You seem a little,” she pondered for the word, “distressed.”

Normally he loved how she knew him so well but the moment he felt as if it was backfiring on him.

“I am- I mean, I am fine it’s just… we reached a stalemate in the case.”

“It seems as if you’ve been working on it for very long hours, perhaps a break would help to refresh your mind?”

“I thought the same as well.”

“And did it?”

“Did it what?”

“Refresh your mind,” she chuckled. “Dami, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah- yes I just,” he sighed, he couldn’t do it. “I miss you, beloved. I’m sorry this case is taking longer than expected. This case ruined the plans I made for us for the week but I will still try to make it this weekend for our anniversary.”

“I miss you too, Dami. I really wish you were here but your father needs you and I completely understand the situation. Just come back to me in one piece okay, promise?”

If only Damian could see the dopey, heartfelt smile he adorned on his face.

“I promise, beloved. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she lethargically sighed. “I’ve just been a little tired. I was having some stupid nightmares that were not really letting me sleep these past two days.”

“Apologies beloved, now I feel really bad for waking you up,” he groaned.

“No, no, it is fine. Really, they seemed to have stopped tonight, thankfully.”

“Do you wanna talk about them?”

(Y/N) hummed in thought and he could hear shuffling on her end.

“You don’t have to but you know you can talk to me. I want to know what ails you, perhaps I can help.”

“I just,” more shuffling, “I just didn’t want to alarm you or the Titans.”

“Why would it alarm us?”

“Well, you know that sometimes my dreams prove to be quite prophetic but only sometimes, it is not always the case.”

Damian hummed in agreement.

“Well, in this nightmare for some reason the Titans were battling me. The reason was never revealed and I always woke up before something catastrophic happened. But… the way they looked at me… the way you looked at me… like I was some monster… I would never purposely do anything to hurt you or the Titans. I do not know why my subconscious created such a horrible story…”

“It was just a dream, beloved. A very bad dream. We would never turn on you and we know you wouldn’t turn on us.”

“I know… like I said, it was just a stupid dream. But thank you for listening and the reassurance.”

“I’ll reassure you as many times as you need but for now I’ll let you sleep.”

“Alright, but you better go to bed soon, okay? You are three hours ahead of me so I know it is very late there.”

“I will,” he chuckled. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Dami. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

With their goodbyes said, Damian finally hung up the phone and if he were to be honest, with the information he was just given, he was a little alarmed. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that (Y/N) would never hurt him, the team, or anyone for that matter. Still, he understood his father’s plan and now agreed that perhaps the less she knew the better. Although he refrained from telling her of what he discovered, he never lied throughout their conversation. He deeply missed her and he was sure of two things. One, that whether or not the case was solved he was going back to the Titans Tower, for at least the day of their anniversary. And two, that he was going to do everything in his power to prohibit her from becoming The Scarlet Witch.

A/N: I kinda tinkered with the powers of the darkhold here to fit the story a lil better but nothing too dramartic. I’ve had this idea of Batman having a contingency plan for you since you’re so powerful for such a long time and i thought it was kinda funny lol hope you enjoyed. Feedback is appreciated! Have a lovely day <3

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Edit: forgot to mention y’all are 18-19 here so next part y’all will likely be like 19-20

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x you #Damian Wayne #scarlet witch reader #damian wayne x scarlet witch reader #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #nightwing

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fruitless-vain · 8 months

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So we really challenged everyone today and went to the dog park bright and early before it gets busy. And they absolutely rocked it!

Sham ended up off leash as his recall was great, he made many friends and was regulating his play very well with role reversals and frequent disengaging sniff breaks. Sham took on this fabulous role by himself of relieving pressure off of Yo, if another dog was coming on too strong or Yo was just starting to feel a bit pressured he would go and get the dogs attention and lure them away from Yoshi. 😭 he’s such a good boy

Yoshi was so spectacular, this park is several acres large with huge flat plains so there’s ample space to move away and find quiet if things were to be too much. She really learned a lot from Sham and followed his lead, if he was comfortable with another dog so was she. She would watch him greet and then stand nearby waiting for her turn, she successfully sniffed faces and the dogs we selected for greetings were very calm and socialized well so they were able to move the face sniff along to reduce that tension and help her move to the booty sniff easier. She ended up having one dog she did a few short bouncy chases with and the rest she just happily greeted and moved along from. No stress building up, no nothing.

We had one bad interaction with this dog who the owner claimed “didn’t like that [sham] was faster than him”. Which? Is such a wild thing to believe. Very large tall dog approached and I should have immediately known something was up and moved away, Jack was in the bathroom so I just stayed by the door instead. The second that dog showed up sham whined a bit which I shrugged off bc he does that sometimes he just whines at dogs bc of excitement a lot. But then Yoshi let out a faint growl and sat tall at my side, which I again just shrugged off as her not liking this particular dog or being uncomfortable with its sheer size. But no. This dog approached slowly and immediately flung its hackles up, sham stepped in front of me and Yo to intercept and the other dog walked his chest in to shams and started growling at him. The owner just laughed and attempted to call the dog which had no plans on moving. It snapped at sham, Sham tried to make his body language small, diffuse, and back away to add space while the other dog keeps adding more special pressure and growling. I start stepping forwards and call sham, shams trying to calmly add space, crouching down, and get around the dog which is body blocking him from getting back to me. The dog snaps again and sham jumps back, cowers down more and yelps (out of fear he didn’t get harmed). I’m able to get sham out of there and start backing away, the larger dog starts prowling at Yo, I turn us all so yo is between me and the building and the dog finally disengaged and caught up with the owner.

Absolutely terrifying spot to be in, so so glad that Sham is so stable that he did everything in his power to deescalate AND the fact that he went and stuck himself between us to stop that dog from getting closer. Note to self: Yoshi isn’t reactive anymore, if she’s growling at a dog it’s because that dog is a Problem.

Gave the boy so so much love after that, he sniffed around for another 10-20 minutes before bouncing back to himself and ended on a good note playing with a doodle and a smooth collie later on. So so grateful for his demeanour.

Thankfully the park is large enough that we were able to stay away from them for the rest of the visit and both dogs were able to shake it off and end on a good note.

#duo walks #the park

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izzy-b-hands · 1 year

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thinkin abt Izzy visiting the galley after he and Ed argue

Roach lets him vent and hands him things to taste test and adds in his own venting ('they have to know I can't possibly make a bird safe cake for Olivia that ALSO has every single ingredient they want.' 'they SHOULD know, but we both know they don't care' *mutual sigh*)

Eventually any time Izzy argues with anyone onboard for any reason

he winds up craving whatever food Roach last had him taste test (cut to a groggy Roach and Izzy reenacting that one Rugrats scene, except the real reason Izzy is making pudding at the asscrack of dawn is bc he woke up to a hole in the ship, signs of a battle they all fucking slept thru but apparently thankfully won, and after arguing with Ed that 'ppl can't just stop being on watch bc they're tired, they AT LEAST need to tell someone else to take over for them bc otherwise LOOK WHAT HAPPENS no I know it was an accident but i know you'll be pissed like me abt this in a few hours so just. help me address this issue now! pls!' all he wanted was the same pudding Roach made and had him test earlier in the week)

(on that note, after Roach helps him finish it up they take a couple portions to Ed and Stede bc like. After a moment of reflection maybe they were both just panicking and tired and taking it out on each other rather than actually parsing how to handle the mutual moment/feeling of 'oh fuck this could have been Bad')

And Roach winds up finding that he gets a bit... miffed, almost? when he's mutually venting with the rest of the crew and no one reacts Quite Like Izzy Would to whatever he's upset abt. He knows that's silly and not something he actually blames anyone for of course but

He ends up seeking out Izzy, sometimes with a bit of something to snack on in hand ('because you can't live off coffee, Izzy. No, I'm a doctor, this is my Doctor Opinion, now try this scone because Stede says they're dry but I say he's-')

and can finally breathe when he's met with yes, sympathy and advice but also a quick and serious offer to Handle It for him ('We can't stab anyone for being upset dinner was late. However, in my defense, we were sinking-' 'and they should have been fucking grateful you managed to cook in those conditions at all. But you're right. No stabbing.' 'Not yet.')

also the birthday cake he makes for Izzy is definitely shaped like a knife (Jim's is two knives side by side, per Izzy's request. He knows they like the same things as each other, ex. stabbing instruments, but that Jim should be able to have their cake be different from his. Plus, at any given time Jim has bare minimum two knives on them, so it just makes sense. Roach's would also be a knife/cleaver in theory, but for the fact that he just wants someone else to make it for him so actually it could be shaped like a fucking. anything damn near and as long as it's edible and Made For Him he's happy akdjfjg. Cut to that scene of 'everyone gets to try making a mini cake for Roach! be creative!' from Stede and a mess of a galley but a cute lil gallery of homemade cakes for him.)

#text post #idk im just rizzy and other izzy ships noodlin' rn #long post #that wasn't gonna be long but this is stream of consciousness so here we be

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spearxwind · 1 year

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I feel the pain of having a character’s body type completely disregarded 😔 I have a dnd character who’s fat and badass as hell and every time I comm art of her I mention up front “hey, this character is chubby and I’d like her to be drawn as such, if you aren’t comfortable drawing that body type please let me know and I can pick another character to get art of from you or move on and let someone else take the commission slot!” and almost every time I get the art back she’s got tits and ass and an hourglass waist. when get a wip sketch and ask for more specific corrections I get ghosted half the time and end up having to just give up and ask for a refund, and the other half of the time the corrections just make her hips wider and at that point I just give up. I rarely get art of her even though she’s one of my favorite ocs because if I have to witness one more instagram model-ification of her I Will Start Biting. it’s ok not to be able to draw different body types!! it took me ages and tbh I’m still not great at a lot of em, I gotta practice! I’m not gonna judge you or think you’re a bad artist or write some dogshit twitter callout if you say you can’t draw my funny psychic thunder bitch!! but please be honest and don’t thin her down because she doesn’t deserve that!! thankfully I have not had anyone give her abs tho bc I think that would kill me in one hit. I can only imagine the horrors

HELLO THIS IS LITERALLY SO INFURIATING TO READ I AM SO SORRY......... Artists who add tits to characters who dont have them (or who make em bigger if they do have them) die challenge. Ough.

Lowkey DM me her reference ill (try to) draw u a sketch of her with her actual body type. I will balance out the universe

#it makes me so mad when people do this <3 #ask #anon #tbh when i make talas' new ref i am actually gonna specify body type in it and be like. literally if you cant draw this just let me know #if you twinkify him ill set fire to your house

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cheryyori · 2 years

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moon knight fic idea that I had brewing in my head for 2 months but I can't push myself to write right now bc I'm having writer's block ofc

Might write them down as headcanons/bullet points to have them down before making this idea more concrete

fem!oc used for this fic idea btw! (can be read as a reader insert as well if you so choose as, but written this idea with an oc in mind), also lots of Japanese and other Asian mythology that I find would fit the story in mind, also I'm Asian so why tf not let me project a bit ok???

fic idea:

Imagine oc being able to see ghost and spirits (more specifically yokai and anything close to the sort) since childhood. Terrifying really.

Demon paralysis be damned when you open your eyes to see a literal shadow figure staring down at you. Panic attack ensue.

Oh yeah, did she mention the voice in her head guiding her on what to do with these spirits and how to handle them, yeah that's a thing too...

Apparently they're the goddess Izanami, overseer of the underworld Yomi. Fantastic.

She also mentions how more spirits are running amok and unchecked bc APPARENTLY THANOS' SNAP HAD FUCKED THE BALANCE OF LIFE AND DEATH. So I guess those that disappeared weren't actually dead but literally just ceased to exist and it threw Yomi is a disarray of chaos.

Basically the goddess was pissed. So now oc is their unwilling paranormal detective, being forced to faces these horrendous spirits so they can pass on. Fucking fantastic.

Also the Blip actually made it worse too. Great.

Apparently there's some consequences of being forced to help these spirits

They're not limited to out of body experience while taking the train home, usually with oc being in the place of the memory of the spirits that were either before or lead to their deaths. Awesome. More nightmare fuel for her ig.

While this happens to her mentally, physically her body will either be unconscious, spaced out, or even moving on its own unconsciously.

When she sleeps they become vivid nightmares she can't remember usually, only the terror she felt. Sometimes she'll find bruises and scratches on her and remember only bits of what happened. Night terrors. Check. Bodily harm. Check.

Works in the museum both Dane and Sersi works at too bc I can and pls Jeremy add some Dane/Steven/Marc interactions for season 2 pls I'm on my knees

Dane was said to make an appearance in Moon Knight originally but they didnt know how to add him so Dane is now in this fic bc idk what to do with this info now.

Dane and her are friends and friends only. He helped her get a job bc she's out of one bc she was Snapped.

Oh right she was snapped, forgot to mention that lol.

Yes she knows Sersi is an alien wizard. No she doesn't want to turn into a giraffe Dane.

If Dane is doing his Black Knight activities, 9 times out of 10 she doesn't know. She thinks he's distance himself bc of what happened to Sersi, and decided not to push.

Takes place a bit before the start of the series. She's Steven's neighbor but they dont talk much, only wave and greet each other on the lift and when they head to the same bus stop before she left to step onto the subway.

Goodness does Steven thinks she's adorable. A little better at social cues than he is but still as awkward. She a goober really.

She thinks he's cute too. Like a puppy.

Somehow they go on a date (personal headcanon that it was Jake that set Steven with a date bc he has the most social out all of them, which will make things real awkward for them when everyone finds out yikes). Well they try too. You know what happens on Steven's end but surpise suprise. She actually arrived late to the restaurant bc she had another out of body experience bc of some spirits she had encountered (thankfully it was in her home) by the time she arrived Steven wasn't there. It was hours later, she assumed that he thought she stood him up and left.

She ate the steak anyways. She was hungry.

She didn't dare to call or text him, afraid of what he'll say, so color her surprise when he called her instead.

What??? They have a date??? But it's Sunday. Confused, she decide to tell him that she thought he thought she stood him up. Both are confused. They decided to reschedule the date then, both hoping that this one goes well (tbh both were ecstatic that the other was giving them another chance).

Ofc that doesn't happen bc Harrow and his cult with Ammit ensue hijinks.

So Marc and her are complicated bc they used to be friends as kids but then her family moved to NY. They kept contract and talk but it became very minimal. Like simple how are you type shit. So they have no idea what the other looks like over the years.

So Marc is in for a big twist when he finds out Steven's date is her. It doesn't help he had a tiny itsy bit of a crush on her as kids.

But he doesn't have feelings for her he loves Layla still, right? It's probs bc of the fond memories he held of her as a child that makes him soft for her. No not bc she's kinda of a cute goof.

They're grump and sunshine embodied really.

Also embodies slow burn and friends to lovers trope real hard. Marc's gotta to learn to move on and live a happy life. It's hard but he'll get there.

He is emotionally constipated and will deny any possible thought of him having feelings for oc or any form of happiness.

Oc does not approve and annoys him with affection.

What the fuck was that????

A hug.

Disgusting. Do it again....

Nicknames. Nicknames! NICKNAMES!

Sunshine - Marc, Twinkle Toes - oc

Hc that Marc was kinda clumsy as a child and oc called him that to tease him (was more reinforced after they watched atla).

Steven call her his little sunflower.

Jake calls her his bébé usually.

And Layla.

They're divorced. They'll try to work it out but really Layla realizes that she fell out of love for a while now. The lies and guilt put a strain on their marriage.

That doesn't mean she doesn't care for Marc. She does. As friends.

She won't admit it but deep down, she thinks Marc was conflicted about his feelings whether he knew it or not (whether it was his guilt about her father or not, no one truly knowz). So seeing how he gets along with oc is good for him.

Layla slowly pushed him towards her bc she wants Marc to be happy as well and move on.

Layla is a good friend and wants everyone's best interests.

Now onto Jake.

Keeping in mind of the hc that it's Jake that asked oc out on a date on Steven's behalf. Well then things are gonna be messy. Bc haha they've met before. Like way before Marc met Khonshu and became his fist of vengence.

They met when she was in college and hit it off from there. I don't want to give away too much of their relationship but long story short. Jake does break contact with her.

So when everyone finds out about Jake things get awkward real fast and real bad.

Small hint of their relationship is ???? To lovers trope.

Khonshu is a manipulative bird brain and Izanami commit Khonshu hate crimes on the reg as she should.

Speaking of Izanami.

Goddess of Death and Creation. The overseer of Yomi, the underworld.

Yeah she's cool. Kinda unhinged but cool.

A bit over the top, but aren't all gods are???

Kinda gives off Scaramouche vibes from Genshin Impact but not as arrogant you know. She's not very well liked within the Japanese pantheon due to her role and also from her ex-husband's influences.

She really does care for oc. Thinks of her as her kin. She was a mother once too.

Speaking of her ex-husband, also commits hate crimes against her ex-husband Izanagi too (iykyk) and tbh go off queen.

Only oc sees her and she takes an appearance of a normal woman but dresses expensively. Thinking of Manwol from Hotel de Luna, same vibes as well tbh bc when I write Nami I think of Manwol tbh.

Oh possession is a thing too, ig

Bc with how oc acts, Izanami needs to take over when push comes to shove. Though this happens rarely.

Mostly this happens when oc is unconscious and in peril danger. Or when provoked enough to encite her fury or vise versa (usually the later is towards other gods of different pantheon, yeah she's still bitter they did nothing to restore balance in life and death). Sometimes when oc's spirit/consciousness is forcefully pushed out of their body, Izanami takes control to make sure the body is breathing.

Overall that's it for this word vomit. It's still in the process but if you want to know more lmk bc I haven't seen this idea in Moon knight fics just yet.

Fic idea inspiration taken from: Hotel de Luna (kdrama), Goblin (kdrama), Tomorrow (kdrama), The Uncanny Encounter (kdrama), Tale of the Nine Tailed (kdrama), Death Mark (game), Spirit Hunter NG (game), Mieruko-chan (manga)

#moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight x oc #moon knight fanfic #moon knight headcanon #steven grant x reader #steven grant x oc #marc spector x oc #marc spector x reader #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley x oc #gonna call this au/fic idea nightmare eyes bc i can #yes i know its a nitw reference but it makes sense tbh #nightmare eyes au

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unlikelyfandomkidd · 1 year

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Pokemon Squad Friendship Bracelets

Series of one shots based on the reactions of the Paldea squad + others getting a friendship bracelet from the player.

First part of the series and of course I had to do everyone's favorite brf (best rival forever) Nemona Hasta la vistar and happy reading

The bright afternoon sun hit your eyes as you stepped from the school to the courtyard. People and Pokemon alike were scattered around the grassy practice area. Some walking, some running, some training and even some just sitting and enjoying the lovely spring weather. You however were on a mission, a mission to find Nemona.

Thankfully you knew exactly where she would be. Your hunch was proven correct as you approached the square practice arena in the corner of the yard. There stood Nemona, gleefully shouting and laughing as she and her pokemon defeated one trainer after another. With a wide grin you called out to her. "Hey rival! Getting some practice in for the next tournament?"

Nemona whipped her head around and shouted with joy. She quickly ran towards you and grabbed you, lifting you up in a Ursaring hug. "Y/N! I was wondering when you'd get here!" Her wide grin that wrinkled her freckled nose was infectious.

"Yeah sorry for the hold up, I just had to turn in some extra credit work for Mr. Saguaro". The intimidating teacher had asked for your help in locating a mystic herb that he wanted to test in a recipe. You happily agreed, marching your way back to the now empty cave you marked on your map. It was only a small amount but thankfully just enough to create what he wanted.

"You're always on the move Y/N! I admire your energy." Nemona patted your back and led you to a nearby spot she had set up. Her Pawmot sleepily curled on top of a purple picnic blanket decorated in Pokemon League insignias. Sitting down with a sigh Nemona stretched out her legs and patted the space between her and her fluffy companion. You sat next to her with a quiet grunt, legs crossed.

From your pocket you grabbed the gift you had made your rival, quickly bending your hand into a fist as to conceal it. "Hey Nemona, before we go all out and battle I just wanted to give you something." You said with a shy smile.

"Give me something? Oh man now I'm extra excited!" Nemona happily flapped her hands, one wrapped in her signature red arm brace. The girl looked like she was about to fly with how happy she looked.

"It's just something I made, y'know to commemorate our rivalry and all the adventures we went on together." Slowly unfurling your hand you revealed the gift you had created. It was a colorful beaded bracelet, each bead painstakingly put in an orange, white, green repeating pattern. In the middle a gold pokemon charm dangled from the elastic string. It was a last minute addition you had found alongside a Gimmighoul. When you had gotten a good look at it, you immediately decided to add it to the gift. Thinking it perfectly matched your rival's vibes.

"Y/N….I I don't know what to say, I love it" Nemona gripped your shoulders and pulled you into another hug, laughing into your shirt. "I can't believe you made this, especially for me! I'm going to wear it everywhere, I swear to you!" She rambled on and on as you handed the piece of jewelry to her and she slipped it on. It fit perfectly, tight enough to stay on in even the most heated of battles but comfortable enough to not dig into her skin.

"I do, how about a battle rival?" A shocked and overjoyed gasp left her lips as you quickly stood up. Grabbing the wrist adorned in the friendship bracelet you had so lovingly crafted and dragging her towards the practice arena

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Sorry I haven't been posting original writing, I had a bit of writers block + got distracted with other hobbies. I'm hoping I'll be able to crank out a few stories bc of my newest hyperfixation in Pokemon Scarlet/Violet.

Anywho comment who you'd want to see next, share if you can, and even just clicking that little heart pushes me to make more

#pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon #pokemon scarlet violet #pokemon scarvi #pokemon scvi #pokemon sv #nemona #nemona pokemon #paldea #one shot #fic series #Canis Da Writer #Canis writes sometimes

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teh-catholic-furry · 6 months

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If you're struggling this much with what the priest said how will you live out the vow of obedience? Im not tryna put you down but if it is truly the will of God He will make a way in His time. Padre Pio couldn't offer Mass publicly for ten years and he humbly endured it.

i’ve thought about this idea for a few weeks after i posted the initial post and lemme say first, i’ve been able to let go of most my negative emotions. I’m still working on forgiving Fr. Mark (not his real name), and thankfully the Lord has been with me through all of it.

a lot of my frustration and anger came up from the way the whole thing was handled by Fr. Mark. I’ve talked to some friends who are in seminary in the order i want to join and they were just as angry and frustrated as I was, it was just a shitty way to present that information to someone. add to that the fact the realization that Fr. Mark wasn’t being genuine by hiding emotions or reasons (which may not have helped but at least would give me some sense of guidance) and you get a pretty normal reaction of being angry.

at this point i’ve mostly moved on and accepted this as it came, and i’m looking at grad school applications, which does go against his recommendations, but i honestly believe him to actually just be wrong there. and that’s not just me saying that bc i wanna stick it to him, i’ve been taking this to adoration and so far i haven’t felt anything that would indicate grad school not being where God’s calling me right now.

what honestly has helped a ton is having people to talk to about this type of stuff, and seeing how a lot of people have been told the same things by Fr. Mark, and at the end of the day i’m seeing it as a “not yet” more so than just “no” (which i needed help seeing).

it’s like anything else that you really want and can’t have. the emotions are necessary but after moving on, letting it all go, and trusting in Providence I’ve been able to see it more clearly. If He wants me where i’m at then I’ll keep at it (not much i can do otherwise lmao) and even if Fr. Mark is wrong (which i still hold to be true), His Providence isn’t bound by that, so I’m learning to put more of trust in Him.

i hope that answers your question anon, even it wasn’t super on topic lmao. but yeah i’m taking it in stride now, and in some ways i’m not done forgiving and receiving the graces of taking the news with joy but that’s how it goes. just had to let the emotions flow a little bit before i could see it that way. what also needs to be addressed is i’m still fairly young and really only started taking this seriously like 3 years ago so i still have a lot of growth and maturity to reach lmao

#personal #discernment #anon ask #catholic #christian #in some ways i also started thinking about this as a spiritual *fuck it we ball* with the we being me and Jesus lmao

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magnoliamyrrh · 10 months

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How do you deal with self-harm urges?

(tw talk of different things ive used to self harm)

i still struggle with it a lot of times still, with the urges that is, and every once in awhile i do relapse (sometimes less sometimes really bad), but thankfully ive been able to go months on end without doing it, or i think sometimes like a year and a half or maybe more? i started cutting when i was 12, so frankly im a bit impressed w myself for the times ive been able to stop after so many years. ive found thankfully that the longer you go without, the more the urges to keep doing it go down

and uhhh idk. several things i guess?

sometimes (often if its rly bad) ill scratch myself w my nails (not drawing blood just irritating the skin and it kinda hurts) and sometimes that makes it go away, its enough pain to calm me down without permanent damage. i know ppl say to use icecubes and ive tried a couple of times but it really doesn't work for me - glad it does for others. uhm ill try to go take really hot showers until i calm down, that tends to work. sometimes ill try to just,,,,, this may sound stupid but if something in particular triggers me and i feel the urge, i try to remain either physically paralized or try to distract myself w anything until it passes; harder said than done. listening to loud music in headphones also kinda helps w that sometimes. every once in awhile ill try to do something like tear apart paper or some other thing and sometimes that does something?

and tbh this isnt good but smoking cigarettes makes me do it a bit less. but like Do Not Do This, i actually consider cigarettes to be a MUCH Much worse form of self harm than a lot of cutting. because end of the day if youre careful, cutting leaves you with scars only. cigs can absolutely wreck your health long term and its a horrible addiction. just because its more socially acceptable than cutting doesnt mean its not more dangerous; ive actually had plenty of psychs and therapists agree w me on this one

hmm. ill try to go for a walk, if i can, until the worse of the urge passes. or alternatively i will go and drive around aimlessly listening to music until they pass. sometimes if the urge isnt super super strong, i also find that it helps to draw - ive been using vent art as a way to cope for years, and sometimes drawing cuts or scars on a representation of myself gets that urge a little bit out of me

....... i feel like doing psychadelics really helped me do this less and quit many times - they make you not really wanna hurt yourself and love yourself and take care of yourself better, while also dealing w the underlining issues and mechanisms which lead to the urge in the first place

....i try to keep in mind that it doesnt truly help. its not worth it. maybe it gives some temporary satisfaction or release, but it doesnt Really help. its a vicious cycle you enter in many times, when you start disliking yourself even more for cutting and feel even worse, and then you cut yourself again over that...... i try my best to keep in mind that punishing myself like that doesnt help anything and that i dont deserve it, and i try to keep in mind that taking out my emotional pain or frustration like that on myself doesnt really help either.... long term, it will just make it worse - and is that really what i want?

its good to learn too, how to not put yourself down for cutting once you do it or relapse, bc that just leads to spiraling. it happened, its okay, it is what it is, no need to feel bad over it or start throwing insults at yourself over it...... its hard, but it helps to try to be gentle with yourself

...something else that helps me do it less too at times is that lol, i have chronic pain. i am already in pain all the time - do i really want to add more on top of that? havent i had enough of the pain?........sometimes when ive relapsed its been a way to cope with the pain actually, to have control over when and how i feel pain and to feel a different kind of pain but.... tbh, after doing that enough times i just got fed up with it. pain is pain, and most days of my life i have plenty of it to deal with anyway..... also figured out that if i cut too much, it sets my nervous system on fire and it makes my chronic pain worse, so that's also a reason to not do it

.... i also try to not keep things i can cut with in the house - meaning that if i Really want to, ill have to drive to the store to buy blades, which i think is a good way to give yourself some time to maybe calm down or snap out of it or change your mind. Theres times when the urge is so strong and i just say fuck it and go buy them, but it takes more time and commitment to do that. This helped me bc theres been many times when i would have very likely cut if i had access to them, but bc i didnt and i didnt wanna do it bad enough to warrant a drive, i ended up not doing it....... this also works bc i dont personally cut with knives (even with the sharpest knives ive never been able to do it consistently and properly enough to feel satisfying, and i think my weak muscles and joints make it harder for me in particular, so i cant rly use them), meaning i have to rely on either pencil sharpener blades, or actual razor blades...... sometimes i think its better to buy pencil sharpeners bc, again, they make it harder (you have to take the time to take the pencil sharpener apart and take the blade out, and these blades go dull a lot quicker than razor blades - so the first one gives you more time to think it through and maybe stop and not do it, while the other one means you wont be able to do as much damage for as long of a time bc it will become harder and harder to cut)......... i also used to, when i was younger, cut with shaving razors (like the ones for legs) but this is something i grew out of because i really dont like the stinging and way it cuts the skin,,, so; yea, i think not keeping a supply of cutting things in the house helps a lot of times

..... sometimes its the dissociation that helps me, but thats not really something everyones brain does. but you can try to think of yourself as, lets say, your friend - if your friend felt like how you feel in that moment and wanted to cut, would you want them to? what would you tell them, how would you comfort them, and what would you suggest they do instead?

idk if any of this was helpful at all, sorry, but yea;; i think a combination of all of those things have helped me to quit many times, and... it really does get easier to not do it and to not think abt it as often the longer you go without doing it. also, sometimes it does help to call a hotline! not always, but ive done it a handful of times (mainly for combination of suicide + sh urges), and there were indeed times when i came across v caring and understanding ppl which helped talk me down - so this may be an option to think abt. id also say if you can, calling a friend can be helpful, its something ive done too

and pls, if youre gonna keep cutting dont put yourself down over it, but be careful 🌸 always clean whatever youre using to do it before and afterwards with either soap or alcohol, always check if theres rust on it and never use something that has rust or metal of a weird colour, and after you wash them, make sure they are dry and store them in a place which is dry. or better - throw them out. always clean your wounds afterwards with warm water, and when youre able to handle it later with soap and water so they dont get infected. and its best to cover up deeper cuts so they can heal better with bandaids or medical gauze. and please please dont cut in areas where there are a lot of important and sensitive veins and tendos (like the inner wrist) - even if youre being careful, you dont want to take the risk of damaging something important like that. and please, if it ever gets rly out of hand and its not closing up, its too deep, or it gets infected, go to a doctor or a medical facility near you

.... and.. try to be gentle with yourself 💗 its really hard but its important. and if youre trying to quit, ask why it is you cut in the first place (bc pain calms you down, control, masochism, a way to get out overwhelming emotions, comfort, a cry for help or attention, self punishment etc etc), and try to find a way to work on whats driving the cutting in the first place, or to find a less harmful way to achieve a similar goal - i think thats something that helped me long term

take care of yourself and be careful 🌺 and if its something u struggle w youself, know that it is possible to stop and that it does get easier

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#herotune #acd canon #sherlock holmes #animation #wip #my art #my animation #im pretty happy with the motion here with his hands i just need to add followthrough w his hair + the necktie then even out the line weight #i think i might have to upload this as a video in the end tho bc i think my gifs keep dropping frames cries #but then there might. be an issue of the video lagging when it loops . augh augh #well. ill experiment i guess #why did i make his hair so detailed. im going to have to animate it now #gah #thankfully im working with a limited set of frames theres actually only like. 5 unique ones that r timed out + repeated differently #for the sake of getting this done before the end of april and also for the sake of my sanity #should be able to get it done in time >:0c stay tuned ill probably have the whole thing finished in the next couple days #(also btw i am gonna add watson back to the animation hes missing from this gif bc i ws working out the timing for holmes #and didnt want to worry about adding watsons frames while i ws doing that)#ok bye see u in a bit

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how about a cassie x older brother reader, where they were super close and he basically took up the role of being their fatherly figure and helped them and stuff, and cassie would never want to disappoint the reader as to her it would be the worst thing in the world. So the reader is in college and doesnt come around much bc they are super busy or something but they return home after hearing everything that happened with cassie and he isnt happy with her as he always saw her as his sweet little sister

I've been waiting for one of these. But I will add a little bit to it to give it more angsty and fluffy vibes

𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

“𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵? 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨“

Inspo: Jacob Banks - Unknown (To You)

Pairing: Cassie Howard x olderbrother!reader

Summary: Cassie and Lexi had always seen you as a father figure. Both having picked out two sides of you that they have seen. You were the person they wanted to become when they got to your age. Cassie grew a bigger attachment to you, always leaning on you for guidance. So, when you leave for College, it tears her up. You came home less and less, even for holidays. But the one time she messes up, you show up suddenly and bring a world wind of emotions that Cassie hadn’t been prepared for.

(gif used is not mine)

Warnings: Major angst and fluffy near the end

Words 4360

You wouldn’t consider yourself the greatest brother to walk the earth, but you were damn near close to it. Despite not being able to make it home and slowly caring less to make yourself known to your sisters or mother, you always sent gifts with the left over money you had. Willing to show your love and appreciation to them from a large margin of distance. Because it at least showed that you hadn’t forgotten about them and still cared.

Because that’s all you have done for each of the women in that house. You have loved and cared for them. Being the care taker for all them. When your mom was too drunk to interact with Cassie and Lexi, you were there. Staying up late with Lexi, helping her with her homework until she inevitably passed out at the table with a pool of drool around her mouth. From there, you would carry her to her bedroom and tuck her in. With Cassie, you helped style her hair and pick out her outfits for each day of school. Being the supportive brother they needed.

And when you had been planning on leaving to College, you made sure to get your mom sober. Or at least lay off the heavy drinking because if you weren’t there, she had to care for them. Thankfully, she realized this and had taken the initiative to lay off and promise to not get that bad ever again. From what you had been able to gather while being away, she had followed through on that promise.

Everything had been good. Lexi and Cassie had been doing good in school. They had been growing up into young women and you always wore a shocked look when you came home to see them. Taking note to the fact that Cassie seemed to grow a few centimeters and Lexi’s ever growing love for plays. Often sitting there with a beer in hand as they told you all about the stuff going on in their lives.

Safe to say that you were very proud of both of them and you used every minute you had with them fully. Taking them out for diner or just going for a drive. Each holiday was amazing to them because they wouldn’t admit it, but you had become the parental figure to them. The father figure all three of you didn’t have because that rat bastard was probably off somewhere dead in an alley.

But they had taken notice to the fact that you were becoming more drowned in school work and your side job. Making the phone calls shorter, text messages bland, and the visits fewer. They didn’t hold it against you, but they did somewhat resent the fact that there wasn’t anything they could do to help you through it. But even then, you wouldn’t accept their help. Being the selfless person you had always been.

Something had changed. You had felt it all the way in New York. This sinking feeling in your stomach as your phone began to buzz on your coffee table. And that had been when you got the news about Cassie. Booking a flight took less than five minutes and it took you less than 30 minutes to get to the airport.

Suze had waited hours, barely getting any shut eye when you told her you were on your way home. She knew that when you got angry, there was a whole tsunami coming for the person in your path. And just the deep and frustrated tone in your voice from over the phone put her on edge.

Knock, knock, knock!

She practically sprinted over to the door and swung it open. Your tired features fixed into a deep scowl as you moved past your mother. “Where is she?”

“She’s living at Nate’s,” Suze sighed. “I don’t know how long she plans on staying there.”

You hum, scanning the house. Nothing had changed in the months of you not being home. If anything, the familiarity made you repulsed by it. Then again, it could just be your bad move influencing your true feelings.

The appreciation of your childhood home was short lived with footsteps grabbing your attention. Turning to find Lexi, who wore a large grin on her lips. “Y/n!”

For the first time in the past 10 hours, you smiled. Letting go of the handle of your suitcase and opened your arms. Your little sister ran at you and launched herself into your arms. A groan slipped out of your lips as you held her tightly against her.

“Hey there, Loo Loo,” you chuckled. “Good to see you too.”

“Why are you home?” She mused, hopping down to stand in front of you. “I thought you had midterms coming up soon?”

“I do,” you sighed, exasperated. “But I need to talk to our mess of a sister.”

“Oh, she’s at Nate’s place.”

“Yeah.” You jutted your thumb over your shoulder towards your guys’ mother. “Mom told me. When I get back, you can tell me everything going on in your life. I think I’ll be here for a week or so.”

Lexi nodded with a smile, bringing you into another hug that made you smile softly. It felt like forever since you’ve had this type of love and affection. There was something wrong with you for depriving you of this. From receiving love and affection from the people that loved you dearly. You had your own problems, mentally, that had restrained you from even attempting to make any effort to come see your sisters or mother for the past few months.

Suze and Lexi offered to get you set up in your old bedroom while you did what you needed to do. Which also meant, “Get your sister back here, all means necessary.” And you obliged to do so by taking out your old truck that your mother kept in the garage where you raced over to the Jacobs household.

Travelling across town had been fast. Mainly because of the fact that you were dean near speeding through each stop sign and drowned in your own thought. Trying to put together the perfect scolding you could for your sister and not break her down to a sobbing and incoherent mess.

You loved Cassie. You did, truly. But there was a certain line you had set with her and guys. And it wasn’t the super overprotective brother bullshit. No, it was the blatantly obvious one. Don’t fuck your best friends ex.

It felt like you had drilled into both Cassie’s and Lexi mind since they were 14. You had no problem with dating. In fact, you encouraged them to go out there and be who they wanted to be because you would always love them the same. But the line Cassie didn’t just cross one line. She cross ever single fucking one you had laid out.

So, as you walked up the path towards the Jacobs front door, you were trying to keep your cool. Keep the protective side restrained in thick chains and pulled down to the deepest and darkest corner of your heart. While also trying to put together the right words for Cassie to understand.

Knocking on the door, you waited patiently until it finally opened. Cal Jacobs standing at the doorway with a raise brow. “Can I help you?”

“Cassie Howard is here,” you said simply. “I’m her brother Y/n. I need her here so I can take her home.”

But right before the man could speak, the most disgusting sound you never wanted to hear had sounded out through the house.

Cassie moaned.

She fucking…moaned!

That had been the final straw for you as you stormed inside the house. “Kid, if you fucking break anything or touch my son, I’ll call the police!”

“No worries, Cal,” you huffed. “It won’t count as touching him when I break his knees with a bat.”

Storming up the stairs, you walked in the direction of the sounds coming from your sister. Wanting nothing more than to have white noise blasting in your ears instead. But it just worse when you finally stopped outside the room as she was damn near screaming.

Slamming your fist against the door, you growled, “Cassie, get your ass downstairs and out to car or I’ll come in there and break Nate’s fucking head open!” And with that threat left to hang in the air, you walked away and past Cal who stared at you in shock.

You were fuming and your blood was boiling over the fucking brim. It was hard not to just punch something whilst you awaited in your truck. Fingers tapping against the steering wheel impatiently.

But right when you were about to get out grab your sister, her quick footsteps could be heard. Head bowed low in shame as she climbed inside. She felt your eyes burn holes in the side of her head for a few moments before you growled in annoyance.

“You better have a fucking amazing explanation when we get home.” She didn’t respond, not even with a nod. Sitting silently throughout the drive.

She hoped that you would cool off by the time you guys got home. Showed her some type of mercy considering you have been away for almost a year. But she was wishing upon stars at that point because she knew how aggravated you were right now. Just the atmosphere in the air told enough.

And damn, those parental pants hadn’t changed one damn bit since you were gone. It felt so natural and Cassie was unsure if she was glad for it or hating it. But she was glad that you were home, if that even mattered at this point.

When you two arrived at the house, Cassie followed behind you. Scared to even speak in fear that the pent up anger building inside you would burst. It was already reaching its capacity and there was no stopping anyone on the receiving end of it.

Entering, Cassie could even get a breath out before you were glaring at her. “Want to explain what the fuck has happened in the past 2 days?”

Cassie watched as you moved around her and into the kitchen. Silently, she followed and sat at the table as you grabbed yourself a bear. She played with her nails, unsure of how she was supposed to respond.

When no response came, you turned to her and pushed your arms out by your side, indicating you expecting an answer. “Cassie, I have no problem sitting here and waiting all night until you give me an answer.”

“Okay,” she whined. “Maddy and Nate were broken up. Lexi and I got into a fight while we were going to a party and-“

“What were you two fighting about?” You asked, eyes flickering to Lexi, who stood near the doorway.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Cassie finalized tone, stopping Lexi from even speaking was enough for you.

Sighing as you glanced at you mom. “You can go to bed,” you reassured. “I’ve got this. Lexi, sit down because I have feeling that your sister is going to include you somehow.”

Right when Cassie was about to protest, you raised your hand, silencing her. “I don’t want to hear it, Cassie,” you said, sliding into a seat. “Just continue with your story.”

“Anyways, we got into a fight and I got out of the car,” she explained. “Long story short I got a ride to the party with Nate and we fucked.”

Your face scrunched up at the mention of your sister having sex. You don’t think you would ever get used to that.

“And Rue snitched on you to Maddy?”

“Yes!”

“Good.”

There was no explaining the pure look of shock and confusion on Cassie’s face from your simple tone. Especially when you casually took a sip from her beer.

Noticing the look, you raised a brow in question. “What do you want me say, Cass?” You asked.

“I don’t know,” she stammered. “Maybe fucking defend me or something.”

“What is there to defend?” You asked. “You did not only break one rule of mine, but the whole fucking book! And you want me to defend you? Are you fucking high?”

You didn’t mean to be so mean. You knew how sensitive both your sisters were and you knew how badly Cassie could react. But there was no nice way for you to just dance around the problem. Diving in head first was the only way you saw yourself doing this. If Cassie didn’t like that then she didn’t but you sure has hell don’t regret it.

When all you got was silence, you motioned to Lexi, who sat opposite of you. “Do you see your sister going and fucking…” You snapped your fingers, looking to Lexi. “Who’s Rue’s ex?”

“Jules.”

“Jules!” You exclaimed, going right back into your rant. “No, you don’t because she’s learned from what I’ve told and raised you two to be. Women. Actual women who didn’t go and fuck their best friends ex.”

“They weren’t dating!”

“If I kidnapped a child but didn’t hurt them, does that make it okay to the point where the parents will forgive me?” You asked rhetorically as Cassie stared at you with pursed lips. Tears streaming down her cheeks as she stared back you. Hating the fact that your anger and frustration had met it’s wits end that she couldn’t even hope for you stop.

“Of course not because I still fucking kidnapped the kid!” You exclaimed with a wave of your hand. “Just like how you backstabbed Maddy and fucked a psycho piece of shit guy!”

Her lack of voice did make your heart uneasy. When you used to give her these talks, she would speak up for herself. Perhaps she understood where she messed up. But if she did, you wanted confirmation. Not just a quiet sister, who cried under your scolding gaze.

But you couldn’t blame her for feeling a way. You had always held a soft spot for both Lexi and Cassie, maybe Cassie a bit more just because how she reacted. Nonetheless, whenever they did something like this and started crying, you did feel a pain of regret for speaking to them like this. Having them in tears just because you’ve practically raised them. You were the father figure to them that they never truly had.

All you could really acknowledge with Cassie was the fact she had taken her freedom a step too far. Drinking in her freedom like it was wine and spending it like she was rich, which she very much wasn’t. You just couldn’t understand what happened to the sweet girl, who always passed out right next to you on the couch countless nights.

“I don’t know what happened to you Cassie in the time for me leaving, but I don’t like it,” you stated. “It makes me almost believe that nothing I have done or ever said even mattered.”

Everything she had done had been because of you. She adored you every second of every day. She loved you more than the entire world and everything in it. Cassie looked up to you as a beacon of hope and as much as she hated disappointing you, it had been your fault she turned out this way.

For too long, she had been walking over eggshells hoping not to disappoint you, but there was always something that would piss you off. She’d had enough and wanted to do something for herself. People change and people grow and that had been your mistake to think she would stay as the innocent little girl you helped raise.

“I think you forget that you left and abandoned us,” Cassie spat. “People change, Y/n. Especially when you don’t care enough to try and visit.”

“Cassie!” Lexi exclaimed, but her sister was too far gone.

“You’re a fucking dick, Y/n!” Cassie moved out of her chair and marched towards you. “All I have ever done is adore you and loved you. You stopped caring about all of us the instant you left and we can all fucking see it. You stopped needing us when you started showing up less. I fucking hate you and wish you would drop dead!”

Your eyes slightly widened with your sobbing sister turning around running up to her bedroom. A heavy and regretful cloud hovering over you as you stared at the ground silently. Nibbling on your bottom lip with a tiny nod, blinking rapidly.

Lexi didn’t know what to say. In a small and proportion, she did agree with Cassie. But only for the fact that you shouldn’t have expected them stay the same as when you last saw them. They would have to break your rules once and a while and just hope you didn’t catch word.

But she didn’t know what to do or say when you silently stood to your feet. Chugging the rest of your drink and placing it on the counter. Clearing your throat as your eyes flickered to Lexi. It had only been for a moment, but it was enough for her to see the sparkling tears running down your cheeks.

“You should…” You sighed, rubbing your eyes. “Um, you should get some sleep, Loo Loo.”

Silently, she obliged by your word and got up to her feet. But before she could leave, you caught her arm. Wrapping your arms around her where she melted and hugged you tightly. Face burying into your chest with handful grabbing at the back of your shirt.

You pressed a kiss to the crown on her head. Rubbing a comforting hand and up down her back. Which was pretty funny just because she was worried about you, but you were the one comforting her. As per usual, you didn’t let others comfort you even when you likely needed it.

“I love you, Lexi,” you muttered against her. “ I love you and Cassie so much.“

She could feel the wet tears hitting her scalp. Each one she felt made her heart clench, pulling you closer without realizing. “We know, Y/n,” she assured. “We know and we love you too. Cassie has just been tough for everyone in the past few weeks.”

Her reassurances carried on until you were at ease and urging her to bed. This time, she did listen and pulled herself away and gave you the space you needed. You didn’t dare risking the chance of going upstairs just by the chance of running into her.

Once upon a time, the three of you, there was a bond that was unbreakable. When you went over something, surely enough, they were hastily following. They did love you and adore you for everything you did for them and image they had placed on you.

And it was now, moments like this when you could just find your dad and beat him to a bloody pulp for leaving. For placing all this weight on to be the father figure your sisters didn’t need. Because let’s be honest, you weren’t it. You weren’t the right person to be taken as inspiration from and used.

It didn’t feel right with you. Not when you consciously tried avoiding your family during holidays. Making up bullshit excuses like you were spending it with a girlfriend. Which you didn’t have because your stressed out mind wouldn’t be able to add another weight to the pile.

They just didn’t understand the type of weight they had placed on you. The unbearable and tiring weight that left you a crying mess every single day. It had been nothing but you caring about them. You wanted to selfish and relieve yourself from that weight a little longer.

But now being back, placing it back on your shoulders and having Cassie back hand comment, you just realized that you couldn’t be selfish. With how long you’ve been gone, it had taken an effect on her. Probably much worse than Suze and Lexi combined.

Which is why you avoided any interaction with the three women for the remainder of the night. Finding your place of relaxation to be on the couch watching TV. A beer bottle in hand as you blinked tiredly. Silently debating on driving over to Fezco’s and buying some weed off him.

“Hey.” Cassie’s voice nearly made you jump out of your spot. Finding her standing near the doorway with large sweater and sweatpants. Hair unkempt in a naturally beautiful way she had always been able to rock since she was a kid. It looked adorable.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Hey,” you greeted. “What’s up? You need something? Want me to drive and grab you something?”

Still the caring brother, Cassie thought as she shook her head from your questions. “Can I sit with you?” She asked nervously. “I can’t sleep.”

You hummed, scooting over to give her some space. She filled that open space and instinctively leaned against you and you automatically wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

A heavy and blank silence fell over the two of you as you guys just watched TV. Honestly, you were unsure of what to say to her. You had said your piece when she got home and already showed your lack of comfort with her being with Nate. But you knew she wouldn’t listen. Once you were gone, she would go running back to him and you had to accept that.

But you did feel like she was doing it to get your attention. It may have not turned out the way she wanted, but you had a feeling she just wanted you to come back and talk to her. Hell, she may have easily been satisfied with a phone call. Nothing she had done had gotten your guys’ mom to call you. So, while she had broken your rule because she did like Nate, she also had you in mind. But that’s what you thought at least.

“You know what I realized, Cass?” You finally spoke and she hummed in response. “It’s not about justifying your existence. It’s not. It’s about you being so scared and so selfish that you have to break me down.”

At that point, Cassie had already felt the back of her eyes stinging with a new fresh water fall of tears. “Second guess everything I do,” you continued. “Am I good brother? Am I showing enough love to my sisters? Can I do this without them? I don’t know. I better ask Cassie. Maybe she’ll know the answer. Where’s Cassie? I need Cassie. Did you like the gift? Was it good? Yeah, I think so too.”

“God forbid I’m secure enough with what I have done for you two and mom that I don’t need to be here every time you mess up,” you said. “Your whole outbursts of me not being here. About me not caring about you guys because I showed up less. Or that I stopped needing you. You just need a reason to be needed. To be cared for and loved like I used to when you were just a kid.”

“Can we leave this conversation alone?” Cassie whispered, pulling away from you. Trying to wipe away the tears that were streaming down her cheeks.

But before she could get far, you caught her hands in yours and turned to her. “Because if I don’t need you Cassie, what the hell am I still doing keeping it contact with any of you?” You asked. “You want control because you can’t imagine the idea that I still show up is because I love you.”

Your own tears began to peak through the brims of your eyes. Sniffling as you shook your head. “I just love you, Cass.” At that point, Cassie propelled herself into your chest and broke down in sobs. You wrapped your arms around her tightly as pressed your cheek to the side of her head. “I don’t need you. But I love you because you don’t see what I see. You don’t see that people love and care for you just like I do. That there’s someone somebody on this planet that just loves you.”

If Cassie was being honest, she wasn’t used to this type of affection. It had worn off over the months of you being gone. With it coming back in full swing, it broke her down into a million pieces. And there you were. Helping pick up the pieces and reassembling everything you could.

“I love the way your mind works, Cassie,” you whispered. “I do. I love the way you see the world. I love the way you think. Your instincts. And I am so fucking grateful for having been able to help you raise you with Lexi. Because everything we’ve been through...that’s what’s made you you. The girl who helped me steal food from the store. The girl who cheered me on when I beat Aaron Jacobs ass. The girl that I love and the girl I fuck with.”

A sob racked your body as Cassie clung onto you tighter. “And I’m sorry, you know?” You cried. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around. I apologized to mom, but I know that I should’ve said it to you and Lexi. I know I fucked up, but I’m trying to do better for the both of you. I’m not the best brother, but I am trying for you.”

Cassie pulled away, pulling your head into her shoulder. Allowing you to let out every regretful emotion and pent up tear that had been held back in New York. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “For making you mad at me. I just wanted to do something for myself and it’s my fault.”

You didn’t respond, clinging onto her for dear life. And the night stayed like that, both of you holding onto one another. So much had been let out that night. Way more than either expected. But it was all out there, giving an insight on the other’s thoughts and past regrets. It only drew the both of you closer.

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