#he’s a good kid and his heart is in the right place.
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Jason shifts comfortably on the soft sheets, something prickles at the back of his neck. He huffs and then turns around. Two watery blue eyes stare at him.
He jumps back, heart racing, or would have, if the sheets hadn't slid off, taking him with them. A hand shoots out to grab him by the shirt, preventing him from braining himself against the dresser. Jesus Fucking Christ. He grabs the mattress and starts pulling himself up. "Holy motherfucking shit, the fuck is wrong with you" The eyes keep staring at him. Impassive. Gloomy. "I could've fucking shot you-" he puts a hand on his chest, and heaves. He can hear his pulse thudding in his ears. The interloper grimaces. Sorry.
No retort. Bad day, huh? "You're right, I probably wouldn't have-" The eyes crinkle slightly at the corners. Knew it. A barely-there gesture Jason wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't spent the last few months desperately post-Joker shit-show, searching his brother's face for any form of deceit. He gives his brother's curled-up form a quick once over, checking for injuries. He's made himself uncomfortably small, even for a contortionist. Shoulders curled up and knees pressed against his chest, looking like the world's saddest pillbug. "-But seriously Dickhead, just knock next time".
No answer. But a hand finds its way to his jaw. Thumb rubbing against it. He feels it run over the slight stubble. Making the hair at the back of his neck stand up. It's freezing, and Jason covers it with his warm one, halting the movement. The eyes blink again, slowly and almost indulgently. Love you too.
He feels his face heating up. "Yeah whatever", and is rewarded with a smile, not the million-watt one which Dickie Wayne pulls his perfect, symmetrical features into. The real one, with a subtle asymmetrical tug. Giving him a slightly cross-eyed look. Like gentle candlelight. It's so painfully Dickie that he feels himself smile instinctually too. And has to duck his face before he can give the sappy asshole the satisfaction. "Fuckin' creep-" he mumbles against his brother's chest. But he can still hear the smile in his voice. Damn it. And sure enough-Dickhead just nuzzles his hair. Sap.
In the privacy of his brother's hold, he lets himself smile giddily. He's missed this so much. The care and the unbridled affection. He lets out a sigh. And shifts his brother's cold hands against his neck to restore some warmth. Rubbing his thumbs over the knuckles absently.
"What happened, Dickiebird?", he murmurs against his brother's sternum. His brother still uses the same floral cologne. Rose. He feels Dick shake his head from where he's pressed his face into his hair. Don't worry about it. His heartbeat has kicked up a notch. He's barely spoken since he's woken him up. How could he not worry? Suddenly something clicks into place and rage starts curdling in his gut.
He struggles to keep his voice soft. The anger is not at his brother. "It was Bruce, wasn't it".
Dick sighs. But doesn't disagree. Motherfucker. He's going to kill Bruce.
He slides his thumbs under his brother's hand, and rubs against his palms. "-You know what, I don't even wanna hear what you did this time, he's an ass, you know that -", he looks up to see his brother's face.
Horror starts curling in his gut when he catches the sheen of tears forming in his eyes. That his brother immediately tries to blink away.
"-Oh Dickie", he gathers his brother's form in his arms, tucking his face under his neck. A damp spot starts growing on his shirt.
"My offer for the secret assassin cult still stands", He's not kidding—Talia would be thrilled to have Dick as a son if the secret army of assassins she'd tasked with Dick's safety were anything to go by. There's a slight wet huff against his shirt. Success.
He can see goosebumps on his brother's arm. And frees an arm to pull up the blankets. Covering his brother's form and tucking it to the side. He's unfurled himself somewhat. Good. And starts threading through his strands. They're incredibly silky. His brother is the most well-groomed one in all of the siblings. He feels Dick relax against him. He keeps stroking his hair. Rubbing fingertips against his scalp and gently teasing the knots out. His brother hums contentedly. Thank you.
"Anytime, Dickhead, just knock next time"
Dick's breaths even out eventually. Body lax as he keeps carding through his hair long after he's fallen asleep.
Tomorrow he'll track Bruce down and give him a piece of his mind. Or a kick or two. For being the cause of his brother's distress. But right now, he presses a kiss to his brother's forehead and holds him tighter. And if the world was perfect, he'd never let go.
#Jason and Dick cuddling#that's it#jason todd#batman#dc#red hood#dick grayson#batfam#bruce wayne#nightwing#dc robin#batfamily#tim drake#damian wayne al ghul#stephanie brown#cassandra wayne#duke thomas#talia al ghul#league of assassins
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Ok hear me out…
Luka and kairos with INSANE baby fever B)
Luka and Kairos both definitely experience baby fever, to some degree… It hits Luka harder than Kairos, but I like to think that Kairos’ side of things is much funnier.
I… Thiiiink I answered this ask right? ｡ﾟ(｡ﾉωヽ｡)ﾟ｡I hope I did!
This ended up being a lot fluffier than I thought it would be...
(Darling’s gender isn’t mentioned! Only mentions whether or not they can bear children. (つω`｡)
Kairos knows that he’s broke and definitely can’t afford to raise a kid– not yet, anyway! But once he continues building up his portfolio and raises his prices, he will eventually make a decent wage!
If darling is capable of having children, Kairos’ mind would basically become mushy as he imagines your all’s children together. Like… Whose eye color would they inherit? Would they be a boy or a girl? Ooh, would they take after him and also be an artist–!? There are so many possibilities to consider!
Kairos would absent-mindedly start drawing out what your all’s future children might look like. ^^;;;;
But also, most importantly: what would you all name your children?
Kairos would definitely come up with the edgiest, kind of corniest names ever. They sound more like OC names than anything, names like, “Twilight!” Or “Lucifer!” So, unless you also want to name your kids that, you’ll have to tell him that you don’t really like those. ^^;;;;;
If you’re a darling that can’t have kids, then Kairos would also be happy to adopt!! When he has baby fever, he’d get all excited about the idea of going out and going through the process of adoption with you. It’d be a long journey, but a journey he’s willing to take if it’s with you!
The most kids he would want/be able to handle is two, but he’ll ultimately let you decide how many kids you'll both have. (o^ ^o) Kairos would feel so nervous taking in someone of any age, but he’d still try his best!!
He’d absolutely be the pushover dad who just does whatever his partner wants him to.
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As for Luka, the insane baby fever really does hit him hard sometimes. Like– throughout his entire life, the idea of being a father has sounded nice to him. And the idea of raising a child with you makes his heart and mind feel all fuzzy.
As shown in a few posts of him before… He mostly gets that baby fever when he’s in heat. ^^;;;;;; The thought of having a family with you just sends him over the edge, and all he can think about is fucking you until his dream becomes a reality.
Honestly, I think that Luka would be a decent father. Overprotective? Absolutely. Overbearing? Sometimes, for sure. Cruel and abusive? Not a chance in hell. (ﾉ_ヽ)
If darling can get pregnant, and they do end up pregnant, there would be a few nights where Luka is unable to sleep at night, tossing and turning in bed as he constantly glances over at you. You’re lying there so peacefully, carrying his child… He’d lovingly place his soft ears against your stomach while caressing you gently. He can’t help but feel that he’s incredibly lucky to have you– the love of his life– his obsession- his everything. The first and only person to ever make him feel alive. ⸜( *ˊᵕˋ* )⸝ The two of you are truly bound together, forever. ღ
Luka would honestly end up falling asleep with his head on (or beside) your stomach, all curled up with his pink tail wrapped around you. (o´∀`o)
He knows that he can be, um… An asshole, to say the least. And that he’s not very good at understanding complex emotions. But when you have his child, he’ll do everything in his power to get better at being empathetic and patient, for the sake of you and your all's family. (｡╯︵╰｡)
(Luka wouldn't stop his games with you entirely, though. It's always gonna be in his nature to tease and mess with you (´-ω-`). )
When it comes to adoption, Luka would have absolutely no problems with adopting multiple kids. For him, his ideal family size is four children!! He would definitely be able to provide for all of them– although, he might end up stuck at work doing overtime more frequently. But doing more work doesn’t matter to him, so long as everyone is happy. (=`ω´=)
Also, side note, Luka would definitely want you to be a stay-at-home, full-time parent. ^^;;;;;; It’s a small fantasy of his to always come home from work and see you all happy and cozy, smiling warmly as you welcome him back. Maybe you’ll have a meal prepared for him, the house will be all tidied up and your all’s kids will be excited that he’s home from work.~
The holidays, the vacations, the good and bad days… (っ˘ω˘ς ) Luka would like to live that kind of life with you, one day, if you let him.
#ask#kairos posting#luka posting#the idea of kairos being a dad is so funny to me#also i used to never be that interested in fluff#but i think i get it now#( ´ ▿ ` )
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*Drops request in your inbox*
#35. Lucifer and Adam had gotten together recently, but already act like a married couple in their never ending honeymoon phase. So when Lilith comes back, everyone is expecting drama, and they get it but not what they thought.
Lilith is expecting to get that 'picture perfect family' back, like she wasn't just up and gone for years without any explanation on where she was at or why she didn't call back to Charlie's numerous voicemails. So Lucifer is indifferent, because why should he care that Lilith is finally back, after so long? He's moved on, long since got rid of his ring, got The One, His Adam, His Rightful Queen, like he should have from the beginning. The only good thing from his marriage with Lilith was Charlie, so if Lilith wants stay, BUT, only for Charlie, then Lucifer would allow it, other than that, he wants nothing to do with her. And he says all of this with a straight, will kinda, his face turn all mushy and bright when talking about His Adam.
*Runs away from inbox*
35. “Because love isn’t linear. You know that, right?”
It seemed like the honeymoon phase of their relationship was going to go on forever. Sure they had only been dating not even a full year, but knowing each other this long it was as if Adam and Lucifer were already married.
Everything seemed perfect. Then Lilith came walking in the door. Angel busted out the popcorn waiting for the drama which was sure to come.
Lucifer looked at the face of his ex-wife, she was still as beautiful as the day she left, sure. But his feelings for her had left along with her. "What are you doing here?"
Lilith gave him a smile. "Isn't it obvious? I'm here for us, our family." Her eyes shifted to Adam. "Adam."
"Bitch."
"Charming as ever. Now, where were we?"
"You were leaving." Lucifer said as he opened the door behind her.
She blinked unbelieving. "What?"
"You heard me. If you want a relationship with Charlie and act like her mother for the first time in years, I can't stop you there. But as far as US? We ended the moment you left out that door without a moment's notice. I've moved on." Lucifer turned a gentle gaze to Adam, who smiled back at him.
"Oh you have go to be fucking kidding me, him!?" Lilith seethed.
Lucifer walked over to Adam and took his hand. "Yes him, the way it should have been from the fucking beginning. The only good that came out of our cold marriage was Charlie and that is the only thing I wouldn't change. But I should have been with him in the first place. He's my other half ." His Adam, the rightful Queen of Hell was with him at last. “Because love isn’t linear. You know that, right? There are ups and downs and I've had that with Adam. It hasn't been easy getting to the point we are at now, but fuck it all to Hell it's worth it."
"You're serious?"
"Dead serious."
Lilith glanced down and saw his ring was gone. He meant it. "Fine. But when you two crash and burn like I know your shitty relationship will, don't come crawling back to me."
Lucifer glared. "Don't worry I won't and I think you underestimate how good we are together."
Lilith gave a glare of her own before leaving in a huff.
Adam was stunned by what just happened. "Wow."
"I meant every word, my dove." Lucifer said pulling Adam in close.
Adam smiled, his heart fluttered in his chest. "I love you, Luci."
"I love you, too, Adam."
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Unveil Me - Sukuna Ryomen
☁︎ Unveil Me ... Multi-chapter fanfic
Secret Agent!Sukuna Ryomen (JJK) x Secret Agent!AFAB Reader
☁︎ Tags: enemies to lovers, slow burn, secret agent! au, fluff, action
: tw - lots of swearing and mentions of violence
☁︎ Summary: It’s basic Agent 101 not to trust anyone else. You know that and that’s why you always work alone. But what happens when another agent proposes a truce? You agree… but only if there are no strings attached. Can you both keep a promise?
☁︎ a/n: I’ve had this fic idea for a long time already and I finally got to do it. If this series flops then…oh well. Gonna stick to the one shots then T-T
: 4k+ words // minors do not interact plz
Chapter 01 ; Words of Trust
Words went in one ear and out the other.
Do they ever just… shut the fuck up?
You thought this meeting would go along without a hitch. But, oh, you were so wrong. You can’t have nice things in this fucking place. These morons made sure of that. Said morons were your fellow agents—people who should be supporting you. But rather than lifting you up, it’s like their life’s purpose to shit on you, especially in front of your boss.
Truth be told, you expected it anyway. After all, you’re a woman in a male dominated field. Espionage? C’mon. You walked right into that one. But you were determined nonetheless. You knew you were capable. You were smart, adaptable, skilled—pretty much everything a secret agent should be. But most of all, you had no connections—nothing else to hold you down. You could live your life as a spy without any restrictions.
You grew up with the familiar feeling of loneliness. The changing of the seasons were marked by a new orphanage after the other. Eventually, you didn’t bother with making friends anymore. What’s the point? They’ll be replaced in a few months anyway. Being cooped up to the side with a book was much better, so that’s what you did. It paid off in the end because when an uptight-looking man came to your orphanage looking for the brightest of the bunch—he chose you.
You figured he was a regular ol’ family man seeking out to help a child in need. Once the papers were all signed and everything was said and done—he brought you home. You had never been to a house as huge as this one. But despite the glamor of the life ahead of you, everything else was normal… at first. The man and his wife welcomed you with open arms. The three of you went out on picnics, ate dinner together, had family game nights in the living room—you know… the normal things normal families do.
But normalcy went right the fuck outta the window when one night he sat you down in the living room with a serious expression. This is it, you thought. They’re gonna get rid of me aren’t they? But I was such a good kid and I—
“Wanna be a spy, kid?”
Huh?
HUUUUUH?
Back then you thought he was messing with you like it was some sort of game. But then you realized everything that wasn’t normal about the family. He would always come home late at night or sometimes he’d have scary looking men over for brunch. His wife would pay no mind to any of it. She’d go about her life like her husband wasn’t doing anything suspicious. Sure, you were young, but that didn’t mean you were stupid.
Reality was that he was the boss of a hotshot spy agency. Now he wants this child that he adopted to be his little project. The idea of becoming an agent was alluring to a child. And, in hindsight, the old geezer definitely used that to his advantage. The way you practically shouted ‘yes’ almost immediately was proof of that.
You say ‘project’ because after you agreed to it—the sense of having a family vanished. He programmed you into thinking that he simply recruited you. Under the law, you were his child. But in your heart, you were just another pawn in his collection. Rather than developing a loving father-child relationship, you had what any boss and employee had. You respected each other, that much is true. And you even admire the man for his abilities. And that was that.
Regardless if you were tricked or not, you’ve come to love your job. The thrill of a good fight would never fail to captivate you. Even though some missions were considerably difficult, you loved your work for all its challenges.
You love it… sooo much.
You repeated that thought at least 20 times in the last minute. You truly needed some convincing right now ‘cuz some fuckers here are really testing your resolve.
I love my job and my job includes respecting my colleagues and not pulling their windpipe out with my bare hands… you thought.
“With all due respect, Mr. Nanami, I can’t just accept you sending her out for this important mission just because she’s the former boss’ kid.”
Alright, that’s it. He can consider his windpipe gone. No one brings up your relationship with the old boss and thinks they can get away with it. You grip the armrests of the chair tightly, preparing to stand up and beat this guy up. But Nanami gestured for you to stay put. You huffed out and leaned back, letting him take care of things again.
After a certain tragedy, the agency had to seek new leadership. As his adopted kid, the one he trained since childhood, you should’ve been the one next in line, right?
LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER SOUND. Wrong. Absolutely wrong.
The agency would lose credibility if a woman ran it apparently. And it would just be worse because then people would think it’s another case of nepotism. Oh well. Not like it mattered that much to you. Nanami did a hell of a good job running the place anyway. And it made you feel amazing that he did a way better job than your old man could ever do.
As you can tell—you have a strange relationship with the man who used to run this place, the same man you’re supposed to call dad.
Nanami sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Her being assigned this mission has nothing to do with her being related to the former boss. How many times must I reiterate this?” But everytime Nanami tries to quell their (unvalidated) thoughts. Another wave of (awful) discussion happens about how you’ll fuck everything up and yada yada.
“Just because she did a couple of jobs doesn’t mean she can do this one.”
“Exactly! This is extremely important. What will happen to the agency if she fails?”
“Just make her do some shitty honeypot mission. That’s all she’s good for.”
This time you were sure that you’d knock the living shit outta this bastard. Even Nanami won’t stop you now. But alas, a booming voice from the back of the room made his presence known. You grumbled and sat back down as Toji spoke up.
“All you shitheads ever do is complan, don’t ya? Do any of you even have the balls to do this mission? I’m sure as hell none of ya have it.”
All of them suddenly fell quiet. Nanami was the boss, but Toji surely had an aura to him. He was the top agent of the firm. Any mission assigned to him was as good as done—he was just that good. Normally, you’d be pissed that someone is outdoing you, but not him. You respected him and he respected you back… somewhat.
He never attended meetings, but for some reason he was here today. He swaggered over to where everyone else was gathered. His big hand gripped the back of the chair you were sitting on and he lowered himself to face you. His scent was strong, but pleasant. He had a lazy smirk on his face and it irked you.
“You can do it though, right, princess?”
You scowled at him. You hated it when he called you ‘princess’. It always felt condescending, but you couldn’t do anything because he decided this is what he’d call you ever since the first time he met you.
“Of course I can,” you spat back. He pulls away and flashes his shit-eating grin to everyone in the room. “Well, ya heard the lady. She says she can do it. Why not let her have it?”
This is why you think he somewhat respected you. Well, respect was a bold term to describe it, but hey, you were thankful he stood up for you.
The men grumbled. Now that both Nanami and Toji were against them, their balls just magically shriveled up. There was no way they could argue with you now.
So, case closed. You win. You get the mission and you can rub that fact in their sorry ass faces. You start to love doing your job again.
And that only lasted for a while.
Suddenly you hated this piece of shit life and this piece of shit job when you found yourself seeking shelter from the rain in an old telephone booth miles and miles away from home. You angrily held your burner phone to your ear, trying to make sense of the choppy audio of some random fucker from the intel division.
“Don’t you fucking hang up on me! I don’t care if the signal is shit—you’re gonna fucking talk to me right now!”
No matter how loud you mouthed off this guy’s ear through the phone, you still couldn’t understand a thing he was saying. You just hung up out of frustration and started slamming your fist against the musty wall of the booth.
FUCK.
Everything just went wrong. So so wrong.
First, they made you fly economy. Not that you minded economy… that is if you were on a trip to the fucking Bahamas. But this isn’t Bahamas and you’re not here to fuck around. You’re here on an important mission so you expect to get to borrow the agency’s jet at least. But noooo, the execs think you’ll do just fine.
Second, the airline decided it was a good day to lose your luggage. You waited for an hour at the carousel, praying that the next boring gray travel bag would be yours. But it never came. You saw red when one of the attendants told you they MIGHT have lost it.
At that point, what you were really losing was your will to live.
Lastly, since everything else blew up in your face, you lost track of time and now communications is shit. You missed the car that was supposed to pick you up and bring you to where you’d be staying for the duration of the mission. You had even managed to get caught up in the heaviest fucking rain you’ve ever experienced in what you swear is the world’s grimiest telephone booth.
Fuck this. Fuck life.
You slowly slumped against the wall and slid down, not caring if this ancient piece of shit had bacteria that could eat your skin off. Actually, the damn bacteria can go ahead and eat you. Nothing matters anymore. All you wanted to do was wither and let the rain wash you away. Forever gone… forever lost.
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NO. SHUT UP. GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER.
You slapped yourself with both of your hands, making sure it would leave a mark on your face. This isn’t how you should be acting right now. You’re an agent for crying out loud. Things are supposed to be hard and it’s your job to overcome it.
You felt a little embarrassed from that mini meltdown, but you now have a newfound resolve to move on and prove those idiots back at the agency wrong. You had to succeed. Even if your life depended on it.
You soldiered on through the rain and found a taxi. You thought you had a good grasp of the local language, but you were dead wrong when the taxi driver started speaking in what sounded like moon runes. So he dropped you off in God knows where and left you to your own devices. Like literally. You had to use the shitty burner phone they gave you and the shitty maps app that it had on it.
Somehow you managed to arrive at the inn you’d be staying at. You looked like a wet piece of cardboard limping through the entrance and into your room, but at least you were alive. Now that you had a steady signal, you tried contacting the agency again. Not the dumbasses at intel though—you called Nanami instead. You explained to him what happened with your luggage and how you were lagging behind schedule.
“Look… I know it’s been fuck up after another, but I promise I’ll get back on track.”
You hear him sigh on the other end of the call. And you completely understand if he was disappointed. He did fight for you to be on this mission and this is what he got in return. “It’s alright,” he reassured, “I know you’ll bounce back. You always do.”
His voice was gruff, but comforting. You breathed a little easier.
“I’ll have them bring you some stuff by tomorrow. Just let me know if you need anything else. Is the inn okay?”
You told him that it was fine. It was no 5-star experience, but this was better than any musty telephone booth. You two talked for a while about your experiences for today. You earned a chuckle or two from him. And maybe a conversation with Nanami was enough to ignite your spirit again.
Nanami’s one hell of a drug—considering that his pep talk gave you the strength to venture out of your inn at 2 in the morning to scope out the scene. The scene being the grand mansion of the man you were tasked to spy on. This should've been on day 2 of your itinerary, but you had enough disappointments in this mission already.
Better to take initiative now than later, you thought.
Essentially, all you had to do was keep tabs on this particular man. The man in question hides under the alias, Kenny. Putting it like that makes the task sound easy, but unfortunately for you—Kenny is excellent at covering up his tracks. Not much is known about him even in the underground.
So... what's so important about Kenny?
It's because he has a MAJOR vendetta against your agency. Major as in... he'd probably do just about anything to see it crash and burn. There was a mission in the past which your agency carried out (successfully) which effectively wiped out one of his illegal operations and almost got him in the slammer. Suffice to say he wasn't happy.
Oh... and he may have also killed your former boss... A.K.A your dad.
So, yeeeah. Pretty fucking important mission.
You needed the intel to finally put him away for good. After reading up on all suspected crimes, you wanted nothing more than to make this man face the consequences of his actions.
You may not have loved your father the way you should have, but at the very least, you wanted revenge for him. Up to this day, it still brings a stinging sensation to your heart when you think about how easily they dismissed his murder case just because it was all 'circumstantial evidence'.
REVENGE—was painted in big, bold, red letters on the back of your mind. But at the same time, a part of you knew that there was no way you could kill another man. Sure, you've had your fair share of 'forceful' interrogations, but you've never really gone so far as to take a life of another.
An image of the former boss would sometimes pop in your head. "Don't bite off more than you can chew, kid," he'd remind you—almost constantly. And maybe that applies to your situation now. You know you can't kill him. You know that all you can do by yourself is to collect information—typical espionage things that you were used to.
But, man, it sure would feel great to get the revenge you really want.
You saunter around the estate with your binoculars, hidden behind the rose bushes. You peered through the many windows from afar, trying to find any kind of activity going on. You can’t find the man, but you do see his henchmen all over the place. You made sure to keep mental notes like how many exits there are, how many men are stationed in each place, and how fucking insane this mansion is. You think one infinity pool is enough, but 4? That’s just absurd—definitely compensating for something.
You were so caught up in your recon that you were taken aback when you heard the slightest rustle of leaves behind you. But before you could completely react, a large palm covered your mouth and a strong arm snaked around your body to keep you in place. You thrashed around like a fish out of water, but the assailant’s grip was strong—too fucking strong.
You continued to struggle and gained enough leverage to lift your leg and slam it back right in his family jewels. He stumbled backwards a bit with a groan. You swiftly turned to face the unknown person, ready to retaliate. But upon facing each other, you were both put to a halt.
The assailant in question was a tall man of muscular build. He had a messy undercut, pink spiky tufts with black hair beneath it. He had an intimidating look on his face. Add to that the bold black tattooed lines around his arms. You just knew… he was trouble.
You pulled out your gun and pointed it at his chest.
“Woah woah, slow down, lady,” he says in a low voice. “You a cop or somethin’?”
You were on the good side, of course. You were taking down a detestable man, after all. But it annoyed you to be compared to a cop. You were a fucking secret agent. Emphasis on secret and agent. “A cop?” you asked, eyebrow raised, gun still pointed at him. Even though you wanted so badly to tell him that you’re not just some cop, it was basic agent 101 to not talk about your identity to anyone AT ALL.
“Jeez, you look so offended. I take it you’re not a cop then?” He laughs. The laughter comes deep from within his chest. He seemed oddly calm with a loaded gun pointed at him. He calms down and fixes his gaze on you again. “Well, whatever you are—I won’t let you stop me from killing that man.”
Your eyes widen at his declaration. You slowly lowered your gun and as you did, his smile widened. “You’re here for the same reason, aren't you? You’re quite easy to read.”
Now you regret ever lowering your gun on this cocky dipshit. “Who are you?”
He took a few steps closer to you, but you didn’t fall back. You stood your ground and looked up into his red burning eyes. If he thinks he can scare you off, well, he’s dead wrong.
“Name’s Sukuna. And you?”
“I don’t care about your name. I’m asking who the hell you are.”
He knew what you were implying, but clearly, he found it funny to toy with you. “Let’s just say we have the same goal, yeah? To get that little jerk living happily down in that mansion?” He says while pointing over at the mansion in the distance. The way your sight followed his finger with a look of contempt practically confirmed his suspicions.
“So I told you my name—what’s yours?”
You gave him an uninterested look. Does he really just give out information this easily? If so, he chose the wrong line of work. “I don’t owe you anything.”
He grins and imitates the sound of a fire going out to feign hurt. “After I made myself vulnerable like that? How cruel of you…” He laughed a bit through his nose and backed off a step. “How about I make a proposition?”
“Like hell I’d make a deal with y—”
He placed a stubby finger on your lips to shut you up. “Trust me. You’ll want to hear this,” he says with bravado. You slap his hand away and stare daggers at him. “Seeing as how we might become potential competition for each other and potentially derail each other’s jobs… how about we work together instead?”
“You’re out of your fucking mind if you think I’m gon—”
This time he flicked your forehead. “You don’t shut up, do you?”
First of all, ouch. Second, THE AUDACITY? He could care less about what you had to say. He stared at you for an uncomfortable amount of time. It was like he was studying you, taking in every feature so that he may ingrain into his brain. You instinctively look away—now's not the time for some rando to memorize what you look like. That's just dangerous.
A wide grin spread across his face. "You don't look like someone who kills."
You glared at him. He was right, of course. But he made it seem as if it was something to look down upon. "Who said I killed people anyway?"
"Definitely not that gun your holding," he muses. "You pulled it out so quickly like you wanted to hurt me," he says, getting closer to you again.
"But you never thought to remove the safety hm?"
That got you quiet. True. The gun was mostly an intimidation tactic. You would've resorted to other measures before shooting him dead if needed be. God. You hated how he was so right about you.
He chuckles at your silence. "I guess we're not here for the same reason then?"
You could only turn to look away to the side. Somehow, this felt incredibly embarrassing—like an older bully taunting a small kid.
“So, you’re faced with a dilemma, aren’t you? Am I right or am I right?" He asked, practically shoving his face into your personal space. Though, you didn't budge an inch.
You hated that he was right. Maybe he was good at his job. That or he should've considered fortune telling at those shitty carnivals.
“Let’s say that you are, but what exactly does us ‘working together’ bring to the table?”
“Good question,” he says before flashing a menacing grin. "You see, you have something I don't and I have something that you don't," he explains. Your jaw falls slack at the vague explanation. He notices this and takes it as a sign to continue.
"Since it seems like you're from a fancy agency—I take it that you have the necessary equipment to gather intel on this guy, yeah? Where I'm from... let's just say we're not as blessed." He pauses and sighs, still with a slight smile remaining on his face.
"Though, I am blessed with the power to kill this guy. No high-tech bullshit needed."
This cocky piece of…
“What makes you think that you could even get anywhere near the guy?”
He laughed again. This time not out of amusement, but definitely out of arrogance. “Baby, I’m just that strong.”
You continued to give him that uninterested look. But you gave it some thought. It really did seem like a win-win situation, except for the fact that you will have to put some insane amount of trust into this guy. Even you don’t trust yourself THAT much.
As you pondered about it, your gaze never left him. You took in every little detail of this man called ‘Sukuna’. He probably realized your doubts as he made his way back into your proximity. His large hand came dangerously close to your face and his fingers gently held your chin. He forced you to look at him and his stupid smirk.
“What do I have to do to earn your trust? Hm? Tell me.” His voice was smooth… tempting. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you weak in the knees.
You gulped. The solution to your internal conflict has appeared. It was right here, in the form of an aggravating man. All you had to do was say yes. You reasoned that—you didn’t necessarily have to work WITH him. You could use him instead. Set your boundaries, play the game, and reap your earnings. And above all, there was no need to put yourself at more risk.
Doesn’t sound so bad, right?
You gripped the wrist of the hand that held your chin and looked him dead in the eye. “Fine. I’ll work with you under one condition…”
...
“Everything is purely just work—absolutely no strings attached.”
Neither of you had to know things about each other and neither of you had the obligation to save each other's asses if it wasn't a threat to your shared goal. Work will just be work. Strictly.
Then you saw that wicked smile again. The same smile that tempted you, bewitched you.
“Consider it a done deal, baby.”
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#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#jjk sukuna#jjk x you#jjk x reader#sukuna ryomen#sukuna fluff#sukuna au#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen fluff#Unveil Me#myoji writes
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My Baby Don't Cry
Pairing: -
Kir's notes: he's my foster son the moment I saw his backstory :( pls take away all his pain, double it and give it to his parents :(
Tags: spoilers from chapter 260, Kaiser's backstory, 12 y.o Kaiser, mentioned child abu$3, fostering, the reader is gender neutral, the author is bad at comforting
It was a bit late and you were walking home to your apartment, until you saw a figure in a hoodie curling up like a ball in an alleyway with a football in his arms. You approached the little kid, thinking that he was lost.
"Hi there little guy, why are you out here?" You squat down and ask the kid. He looked at you, his right eye bruised and his face a bit dirty. "A-are you okay?" You asked. He looked away for a while, hesitation in his eyes then shook his head.
~•~•~
Kaiser looked away from the stranger, if he says yes they'll probably leave him or take him back to that nightmare of a house. So he shook his head without making eye contact. "Oh, do you want me to take you home to your p-" Kaiser cut that question off with a hard shake of his head. "How about my place? Well, until you're a bit better," they ask, his heart was moved, and they asked him in a soft tone, the tone that he never heard, no one had treated him like that before. He nods, he wants to go far from that house. And this person seems nice, purely having good intentions.
~•~•~
"Okay then, let's go" You stood up and reached your hand down to him, hoping that he trusted you, aside from all the answers you got from him. He grabbed your hand and stood up himself.
You both walked along the now-closed shops, you let loose of your grip a bit thinking he would too, but instead, he gripped your hand a bit tighter. "So, what's your name?" you asked, trying to start a conversation. "Michael… Kaiser" he answered with a tired voice. "Michael Kaiser... That's a pretty name," you said. "Thank you..." He replied. It ended there, your walk was awkwardly silent until you arrived at your apartment.
~•~•~
The second they turned on the light switch, Kaiser felt weird. He never saw a house this bright and homey. Their apartment is filled with generally cute things, shelves with organized books sitting there, and a balcony with plants.
“You sit there okay, I'll get something for you to eat,” they say, pointing to the sofa and then disappearing into the kitchen. He sat on the sofa, ball in hand, and looked around, it's his first time sitting on a sofa, and it was comfy. He laid his back on the sofa, he felt more comfortable, the feeling he never got in ‘that’ house. The coffee table in front of him is neat with a succulent in the middle. A marveled at the foreign surroundings for a few minutes until they called him into the kitchen.
~•~•~
“Wash your hands first okay,” you ordered him. He nodded and walked to the next where you're standing. You turn the tap on and he reaches to the flowing water. When he finishes you turn off the tap (ofc) and dry his hands with a tea towel. “Wait,” you said to him as you dampened one corner of the tea towel. When you reached his face, he flinched back. “I won't hurt you, promise,” you assure him. With that, he permitted you to wipe the dirt off his face clean. When you're done cleaning his face you ask him to sit down at the dining table.
~•~•~
Kaiser sat down, grabbed a spoonful of food, and put it in his mouth. It's warm… And tasty… another weird feeling. He chewed and savored the food. This will probably be his first and last night here before going back to that miserable house.
They sat across him, eyes focusing on him. “I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself… I'm (y/n),” they introduce themselves. “Oh… N-nice to meet you…” he replies. They hummed in acknowledgment.
~•~•~
After he finished his meal you guided him to your bedroom. “You'll be sleeping here tonight, I'll be on the sofa if you need me,” you informed him, he looked at you and nodded unsurely. He walked to your bed and sat on the side of the bed for a bit. Then he lay down on your bed. “Good night Michael, sweet dreams,” you said as you slightly closed the door, leaving it ajar. You walk to the couch and lie on it. Your eyelids getting heavier and heavier and closed, finally asleep.
A few hours later you woke up to hear sniffling sounds from your bedroom. You walk and open your door slowly to see Michael lying facing away from the door. You slowly approach your bed and turn on the lamp on the bedside table. “Michael, are you okay?” you asked, you're worried something is wrong with him. He only shook his head in response, still facing away from you. “Do you want to tell me ab-” he shook his head. “Alright, I'll be here if you need me okay,” you inform him, he nods in response. After that, you walked to your desk and stayed there, finishing paperwork due in a few days. While you're finishing it, you think of something, he looks familiar, but you can't recall.
“(Y-y/n),” you heard a soft voice calling you. “Hm? What is it, Michael?” you asked. “You'll put me in the police station… right?” He asked, worried. What kind of question is that? You've heard about lost children being turned in to the police station when they're lost. But you don't think that's his case. “Do you want to?” You asked. He shook his head, hard. “I… I don't want to go back there…” he says, voice breaking, on the verge of crying. “Michael…” you said as you sat beside him and hugged him, comforting him. “I… I don't want to go back… My father, he… he hates me…” he uttered, and you feel his tears soaking into your shirt. “A-and he… he likes to… beat me up…” he continued. You're shocked when he said that. His father is insane, no guy would beat a child this bad. “There there… You're safe now, no one will beat you up here,” you assure him hoping that you don't hurt him. He only nods, you can understand how hard it is to talk while crying. “How about you stay with me here for a while,” you said. “Y-yeah,” he replied in agreement.
~•~•~
Bonus: in the end, Kaiser's father goes in jail for child abu$e, reader adopts Kaiser, they grow a parent-child bond, reader supports Kaiser knowing little about soccer and lives happily ever after ✧⁺⸜(●˙▾˙●)⸝⁺✧
#michael kaiser#bllk#blue lock#Kaiser is my son#kaiser michael#blue lock michael kaiser#bllk michael kaiser#bllk x reader#bllk x you#bllk x gender neutral reader
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In Time 2/2
Bruce Wayne X Reader
Word count:1437
Warnings:angst, explicit language guns, violence
Requested taglist @too-strong-to-lose @asrainterstellar
The batbrothers keep their mom safe however she is not going to let them keep her from comforting a close friend
Y/N stepped to the hospital. She wore her sunglasses and her hood on her head to conceal her pained face. She stops mid step. She turns to face them.
"you guys can stay here and scope the place out to make sure the coast is clear.. I don't think they'd believe me if I told them who you are. As well as it's inappropriate timing"
"sure! Go right ahead" Grayson assured.
Y/N continued walking as her head went down as the eyes of the detective came in her direction.
"Y/N?.."
"Detective" she greeted nervously.
"what happened to you kid?" Jim asked immensely worried for her
"don't worry about it. It was just some thug" she reassured
"you get a good look at him"
"it was dark...." she said hoping he would stop worrying for her.
"are you ok? Have you been checked out by a Dr? Can I get you a ride home? Are you hungry?"
"no!.. I'm ok. I just came here to see Bruce and Alfred"
"I just got back from there. Take care of yourself and give me a description of the assailant as soon as you can"
"I will Jim" she lied.
She stepped into the hospital room. Bruce gazes at his dear friend. He felt taken aback giving his heart a leap. That sank quickly to concern seeing her bruises. She takes her sunglasses off thinking he probably forgot how she looked. Though he never forgot how her eyes touched his heart.
"hi Bruce"
"Y/N"
He placed his hand near face scared to cause more pain of he touched the swelling. He lowers her hood seeing the dark purple color on her skin. He feels as sick as he did when he found Alfred lying in his own blood.
"who hurt you?" he asked more shakily than he intends, his jaw clenched
"Bruce.. Not right now" she pleads
He sighed knowing he would press on later. Though right now he was so glad she is here
"I'm glad you came"
"you're still my friend" she smiled to him. "I.. I never forget my friends"
His smile caused her heart to beat fast. He reaches out to her beautiful hand. She takes it kindly. The two friends embrace tightly.
"I am so sorry Bruce" she deeply said
He held onto her a little tighter. His heart was desperate for her comfort more than anyone else's. He longed to see her. He missed her so much it brought the empty hole she left to fill back his love for her.
"ohh bloody hell" Alfred muttered pained
Bruce and Y/N laughed softly parting from each other's arms.
"I think he'll be OK" Y/N said.
Bruce stepped to his father figure embracing him.
Alfred softly chuckled "careful master Bruce I'm not made ah steel" the older man saw the young girl "Ms L/N?"
"hi Alfred it's good to see you're OK"
"wish I could say the same for you dear. Who gave you that nasty bruise?"
"long story but I'm ok" she ensures "it would have been a lot worse had you not taught me how to fight"
"not well enough I'm afraid" he said bitter.
3 nights later. Slade became restless as now the GCPD was involved with the criminal. Y/N stirs in her sleep as something was troubling her. She sits up unable to sleep. She stands to her feet. She sees Jason alone in the back piddling with his knife.
"you should get some sleep" he said bitter
She shrugged her shoulder "can't seem to be able to sleep, mind if I join you?"
He motions his head for her to sit beside him. They decided not to tell her they were her son's.. So they wouldn't freak her out. It was Jason's idea and Damian agreed.. Jason didn't want her to know what will become of him, when she meets him. So many things he's said to her.
"you all seem to strangely know me pretty well. I don't know who I am to you.. Did I hurt you?" she asked him
Jason swallows hard in guilt. Did she really think that?
"no... No it's me. I uh.. when you meet me.. And after that... You kinda raised me, all of us.. I wasn't exactly.. I--" this was so hard.
She places her arm on his shoulder in kindness. She thinks back to when Duke almost calling her mom. That's when it hit her. They're her children, her son's.
"Jason.. I don't know what will happen between us but I think the future me knows you care about me.. You literally traveled back in time to save me. All of you did.. Seems to me that I am loved and I.. That makes me very happy"
He halfway smiled relieved. It was the last day Slade has the chance to end her life. As everyone began to wake up. Y/N stood up from the couch. The boys had become extra protective. Each knowing well Slade will stop at nothing to hurt her.
She sees something on her windowsill. There was a bloody cloth covering a object. She gasped taken aback. They follow after her.
"don't touch it"
Tim leans with his bo staff moving the cloth. A helpless cry left her. It was Jim's badge stained in blood. They knew this was Slade's doing. Which meant Jim could very well die.
....
Y/N holds her baseball bat walking down the steps. The others were stealthily dealing with the soldiers. Jason tackles Slade as held his rifle aiming to the room Y/N would be in to rescue Jim.
"who's there!!" Jim shouted hearing footsteps
"Jim!" Y/N shouted her voice echoing down to the lower level.
His temper fueled with worry "Y/N?! What are you doing here?! Get out of here kid!"
A shot from a rifle is heard causing everyone to be still.. She runs down the steps dropping her baseball bat. She takes out a bobby pin to pick the lock.
"what are you doing here? You have to get out NOW!!" he demanded
"shut up I'm trying to concentrate" she ordered
"there's a bomb! You have to run and don't look back"
"I'm not leaving you to die" she said her voice shaking fearing her own life and the lives of her children to be..
As she unlocked the lock. They quickly rid of the chains. He picks up the girl and runs. Jim leaves the building with the young girl in his arms. Jim shields her as the bomb explodes.
She began coughing from the debris. Their alive.
"are you ok?" he asked
"Y-yeah" she coughs "you?"
Jim nodded rising to his feet and helped her stand. With his back turned. She quickly taps the button on her watch Tim gave her. Alerting them their safe....
"you're sure you're ok?" he asked again
"I'm alright. You?"
"never better.. Thanks for saving my life" he smiled to her.
"you too" she smiled back
Sirens were heard from the ambulances and cops. Jim took a statement and was checked on by the EMT. He stepped to check on Y/N.
"ok kid let's go talk and get some ice cre--" Jim sighed seeing she was gone.
The boys apprehended Slade until midnight when he vanishes returning back to the original time line. The next night, was the last night with their mom. They didn't know how to tell her. She sits on the couch as the boys were near her. They enjoyed the takeout after a fun filled day.
"I must say. I'm very glad to know that I am going to be your mother" she smiled to each of them "I'm very proud of each of you"
Each of them smile to themselves making her proud was exactly what they want. That morning....
Y/N stretches yawning "good morning gu--" she stammered they were gone...
"so this is where you're staying" Jim said with great displeasure
Present time......
It'd been 8 days since they were gone. Damian opens his eyes, in a bed that isn't his own. He sits upward with the blanket now falling to his waist. He's at the Titans Tower. He calls Grayson. Dick stirs in his sleep. He whines opening his eyes and answers Damian's phone call
"hey little D"
"have you been in contact with mother?" Damian hastily asked
"oh shit!!" Grayson exclaimed quickly getting out of the bed
They added Duke, Tim and Jason to the call. All five brother's high tail it to Wayne Manor. Y/N walks down the stairs. She had spent the last week recovering and having new memories each time she woke up. She sees the entrance door open. Grayson nearly trips over his own feet as his brothers shove him to hurry. She looked at them with a big smile.
"you're back!!"
Grayson is the first to embrace her. She kisses his forehead. She then hugs them each of her son's overwhelmed with emotion. They saved her...
#Time travel#Batmom#batmom x batfamily#Bruce Wayne X Reader#Bad Slade Wilson#Batboy's#Dick Grayson#Jason Todd#Tim Drake#Duke Thomas#Damian Wayne#Jim Gordon#Fluff#Family fluff#reunion
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Hii love your writing sm! Can you write how would rin,sae,karasu and otoya react if them and the reader went on a date/stroll around the park and a lady who is selling roses approaches them and asks them if they woud buy one for the reader??
roses – rin, sae, karasu
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Note: hiii thank you for your request ! Here it is hihi for the fun fact, it happened to me once on a date with a guy (he didn’t say yes btw, it was like our second date something like that) sorry I couldn't think of eita's reaction ;-;
Rin Itoshi
Rin blushed a little and if he could, he would’ve turned his face away for you not to see this. You patted his arm sweetly before locking your arm with his. You were sure that his nervous self would panics at this situation.
“Sorry ma’am, that’s maybe too soon for that –” but Rin cut you off.
“Here.” He handed cash to the lady and she let you choose one of them with a smile.
You let go off his arm while looking a little. Your eyes met with hers and she flashes you a big smile. “You find a good one here.” she said with a wink.
You could feel your cheeks heat up as well and wave her goodbye with your fresh flower in hand. It smells so good, you were kinda sure it was from her garden.
Looking up to Rin, you pushed it under his nose ass well. “It really smells good.”
Sniffing a little, Rin only nods, still not looking at you. You almost started to feel bad.
“Thank you.” you whispered, laying your head on his arm. It wasn’t early in the relationship in fact, you just knew Rin was uncomfortable with this type of things. You never expected him to say yes. That for sure made your heart flutter.
She was totally right, you had to keep him.
Sae Itoshi
As soon as the lady came closer, Sae turned her off with a strict gaze. He’s not into this kind of stuff anyway, and it’s not a flower that can reflect how much he loves you. It fades away at some point, and he wishes to offer you the best things in life, not something that dies anyway.
He was about to go on with his day and forget about it already when the lady spoke to you.
“If he doesn’t even consider it, maybe you should find someone better.”
“Maybe you’re right.” you added, giggling with her to tease him a little.
You forget for a little how Sae takes things seriously. If you think that you have to reconsider his love over a flower, he’ll make sure to prove you wrong. Mostly her, in fact.
Turning around on his heels, he looked dead in her eyes and said, without even thinking twice this time, “I’ll take them all.”
You gasped before laughing out loud this time, tears already showing in your eyes. You grabbed his arm, shaking your head.
“Come on Sae, I’m kidding it’s fine !”
“No. I take it.”
That’s how you end up with around fifty roses and you were already thinking about where to pt them around your place .
Tabito Karasu
The second Tabito saw the old lady, it clicked in his head. He just had to find something to keep you occupied for a few minutes.
Bringing back the fact that you were hungry a while ago, he let you wait in the line for soame waffle and ice cream, faking that he had to call someone back quickly before he could come back. You didn’t ask anything about it, it happens quite often with his job. You understand that.
Little did you know, he rushed to the old lady the second your eyes fell on your phone. She wasn’t expecting him, he could tell when he heard her gasp.
“Sorry I surprised you, but he would really like one for my s/o without them knowing,” he explained, eyes wide open enough to make her giggle. She nodded of course, handing him two flowers.
“The second is a gift, they’re very lucky to have you, young man.” Her tender smile, showing him how age marked her yet never touched her kindness, made him soft as he thanked her with a warm smile as well. He’ll make sure to let you know.
You covered your mouth in shock when he tapped your shoulder before handing you the two roses. You didn’t expect him to find her himself for you.
“You didn’t have to !”
“One is from her, it’s a gift.” he chuckles, greatly appreciating the kiss you laid on his cheek to thank him.
I hope you liked it !
#blue lock x reader#blue lock headcanons#blue lock fluff#blue lock hc#blue lock#bllk x reader#bllk headcanons#bllk fluff#bllk hcs#bllk#rin itoshi x reader#rin x reader#rin hc#rin itoshi#karasu x reader#karasu tabito x reader#karasu headcanons#karasu tabito#sae itoshi x reader#sae x reader#sae hc#sae headcanons
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would rafe ever let reader wear his rings? idk that’s just so hot and i feel like rafe would be the type 😭
godd pussy started doing jumping jacks!! your brain>>
curled up next to rafe, still sweaty and sticky all over but not even close to tired, you trace patterns on his skin with your fingers. it's quiet in tannyhill except for the two of you breathing.
you thought rafe must be deep in thought the way he's gone so quiet, but when you look up from your position to see what he's doing or if, unsurprisingly, he's fallen asleep, you catch him staring right at you.
flustered, face warm, you press back against his chest, blinking fast. your fingers continue their path, now on his forearm, drawing little hearts and hoping he doesn't realize. you go further, all the way to his hand, and though you've been in this position a million times, do this or something similar almost every night, it feels different for some reason.
you run your fingers down the back of his land, looping around his fingers. they catch around his rings, and you move your own hand away when rafe stops you, grabbing your hand and keeping it in place.
"sorry," you let out quietly, wondering if he decided he didn't like the feeling. though you're still held in place against his body, you don't need to see him in order to know he's staring down at you, the way he always does, with the look that makes your heart thud so fast you can hear it in your ears.
"stop apologizin'," he murmurs, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. he keeps your hand next to his, and you can't help yourself, pressing your palm flat against his.
"your hands are big," you comment, liking the way the two of you are touching everywhere right now—legs entangled and palms together. he doesn't say anything, doesn't have to. rafe moves your hand, holding it next to his, using his other to slip his rings off.
without any words at all, he slips one of them, his golden signet, onto your ring finger. helplessly big, it falls down to the knuckle. if you move an inch, it would fall off. the other ring falls onto your index finger. you extend your hand, admiring how they look on you.
"too big, rafe," you say it with a laugh, not able to hold it back any longer.
"shit. lemme see." rafe takes your hand, holding it a little out and then closer. "jus' a little bit. looks good on you though."
"all your stuff looks good on me," you breathe out, suddenly feeling like there's no air left in your lungs. rafe just slipped his own ring onto your ring finger, your left ring finger. words and thoughts leave you, focused on nothing but rafe.
"that's right. don't worry, kid, i'll get you one that fits soon enough."
your heart beats even faster, realizing what he means. you smile up at him.
"i don't want a new one. i just want yours."
the next morning, there's a pretty chain and his golden ring waiting for you on the nightstand. both of you know that once you put it on, it's never coming off.
#eee i need him so bad#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#feels like shy reader but could be any of them
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I know you (c.g)
“i understand im not the only one, for you.”
a/n: kinda inspired by i know you by faye webster!!
pairings: carl grimes x fem!reader
c/w: angst, lower case intended, use of y/n, not proof read yet.
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you always had feelings for carl, ever since you guys were kids. when you two first met at the prison, when rick had found you wandering around in the woods near the prison. many cuts and bruises littered across your plush skin. you were so young at the time and he had made sure you were safe. taking you back to the prison, and you and carl clicked almost instantly. or so you thought.
you two had been inseparable for the longest time. doing almost everything together, you would say carl was your “best friend” but you knew you wanted more than that. but you guys were so young and you didn’t want to spoil such a good friendship. so you kept your most feelings to your self.
You're holding me and holding back, I don't really care for that, just you.
until we had made it to alexandria. that “inseparable” bond you two had, was no longer. there is this girl named enid ever since carl met her you felt left behind. it broke your heart just thinking about it, that look carl always used to give you, was the same one he gave her now.
There's a pause between every minute, feelin' like I need something, It's just you
those comics you two read together, he had read with her too. you felt like you were forgotten and replaced. he no longer went to you to tell important things going on with his life, he went to her. he no longer spent any free time he had with you. he didn’t admire you like he did to her.
I know, I know, I know, I know, you, you
though you were more sad and hurt then angry for that matter. after all you two had been through so much together and its hard to accept you had been forgotten so easily. it hurt you to admit it but you knew whatever you and carl could’ve been was long gone.
I'll quiet down if it's what you want, I understand I'm not the only one, for you.
you weren’t willing to give up you twos friendship just yet. it took every bone in your body to muster up the courage to ask him to hangout again. but you did anyway, in hope you could make something work. even if it meant just being friends. as long as you were with him, right?
So tell me what you're looking for, Is it a picture-perfect girl, for you?
you place a few soft knocks on the door, fiddling with your fingers as you wait nervously. your jaw clenched in anticipation as you awaited the opening. when the door finally cracks open lightly, carl peaking through. he stares down at you opening the door a bit more, the smile he had on his face dropping when he sees you. after a few moments of silence you decide to speak. giving him an understanding to why you were here in the first place.
I'm here regardless of the pain.
“Uh- hi carl, i was just wondering if you wanted to hang out? possibly.” you say stumbling over your words his gaze making you more nervous than ever.
“oh..i im busy, y/n. maybe some other time?” he says, as he smiles at you apologetically. but that stupid smile plastered on his face was far from apologetic. though he tried to make it seem like that you could tell he could care less about your presence. he was just making sorry excuses to make you leave and it definitely didn’t go without notice.
Don't ever tell me to go away, from you
“that’s okay, maybe another time, yea.” you say your mouth creating a thin line, nodding your head in agreement. even though you didn’t agree at all. trying your best to reassure yourself that it’ll all be okay. but you didn’t want to fight about it. you were over it at this point and just wanted to cry in that moment.
your heart hurt more than ever, why did you feel this way? it was a pain you couldn’t explain, it felt like something was out of reach. it was something you couldn’t quite grasp but you knew you wanted this feeling to be gone. you knew you wanted just to wake up and this all be a nightmare. all carl does is nod in response, but in the corner of your eye you see something. behind him you could see enid, your heart sunk at the sight.
she was sitting on the couch playing with judith a bright smile on both of their faces. your expression dropping slightly, that unexplainable feeling intensifying. for some reason just seeing her have fun with judith made you envy her so much. back at the prison whenever beth wasn’t watching judith you and carl would watch her. just seeing him do all those things you two used to do with her shattered your heart.
“i’m, im just gonna go now. bye y/n.” carls words pulling you out of your thoughts. you groan at the rather blunt response. him looking at you as he began to shut the door. not even giving you an opportunity to say goodbye back.
“yea, bye.” you mumbled under your breath as the door shut. you feel a lump in your throat grow as you stand there in shock. you felt like you had lost your best friend in the whole world. the only person who ever understood you. you couldn’t get over how quickly you were left behind. you begin to tear up replaying that moment over and over in your head.
all the memories you and carl had together so faint in your mind. you knew you weren’t special or anything but at one point carl made you feel that way. when you were with carl it seemed like all your problems were tossed to the side, well at least it used to. after a while of just standing looking at the shut door, lost in your thoughts completely.
When we're old and have to leave the earth, I'll still remember all I've learned, from you.
you turn around swiftly on your heels leaving the premises of the house no longer wanting to feel like a burden to him or enid anymore. tears streaming down your face as you realize you had lost your whole world. carl was your whole world, but he didn’t think of you the same. well not anymore. but you would like to believe at some point, he did?
maybe in another universe he’d still think of you like that, just not this one.
i understand im not the only one, for you.
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a/n: kay guys i have arose from the dead! 🧟♀️ sorry if this is disappointing this is my first angst!! i hope ygs like it anyway 😭
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kayleigh day hcs for the ask game 👀
this is so funny because i literally have a post sitting in my drafts of kayleigh day Moments that i've been thinking about for a few days now
realistic headcanon: when she was "selling" exy to schools and colleges and sports clubs across the world, and once she'd made enough money off of it to be able to, she would always make a point to offer free gear or trials or training to people in places where kids grew up in bad situations or surroundings. the schools with high dropout rates and high levels of gang affiliation amongt students, the programmes for kids who'd dropped out of school, the centres that worked with young adults who were previously incarcerated, prisons/juvies - it was really important to her to give people who had no chance at all in life the chance to be good at something. she didn't exactly inspire david to start the foxes, because he'd always wanted to do something like what he does now, but it was refreshing for them to bounce ideas off each other about how they can best help the people who need it through the sport.
may not be realistic it is hilarious: she kept her pregnancy a secret for a really long time. 1) so she could keep playing exy and they wouldn't want to take her off the Court because of it and 2) she didn't want david to work out kevin was his. so she told him kevin came early when he came perfectly on time, so wymack still believes kevin was a premature baby because nobody corrected it, because nobody knew. she probably was back on the court within a very short amount of time after giving birth because she hadn't been able to play for so long.
heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends: (iirc, there was something said about her death not being an accident, so this kind of goes in line with that. disregard if that's just something I made up oops) once kayleigh started to distance herself from the moriyama's in the lead up to her death, she worried that something would happen to her, considering how dangerous tetsuji's family could be. she wrote kevin letters for him to read when he grew up; for his first day of school, of high school, for his graduation, the day he went pro, for the day he won an olympic medal, the his wedding day, things like that. not even in depth letters, maybe some of them were cards, but they were just all of these different sentiments stuffed into one envelope with his name on the outside. just in case. when she died, tetsuji found it. when kevin found the letter that she'd written about wymack being his father, if he had've searched just a few books to the right he would've found the envelope, or one of the letters, or cards, a chunky bulge in between the pages of a book. tetsuji never gives it to kevin. maybe when tetsuji passes away however many years down the line, somebody finds it when they're clearing out his stuff, and they send it to kevin. or maybe tetsuji destroyed it before he ever got the chance.
unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own: kevin was older than just a baby/toddler when she died. in my heart he was older and remembers his mother being alive!! not saying he was a teenager or anything but in my head he was 7/8/9 when she died!
#these are subpar im sorry#but i think about her often#and her life#who was she??? what was she like????#was she a diva like kevin is? a major bitch when she had to be?#did she ghost david after she found out she was pregnant or did they keep in contact until she died?#idk!!!!#kayleigh day#aftg#tfc
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ᯓ A CHANGE OF HEART // giselle x oc ; smau
02 | stay
↳ in which: mihye has been secretly dating giselle, her best friend’s older sister, for four months. what happens when their relationship turns toxic, and their secrets become public?
taglist: @thefckghost @emphobics @jisooftme
a.n i am SOOOO so so sorry for the late update T^T school was super demanding last week (and the week before that) and i really had to focus on finishing some student council duties first because we had one of our massive events last week! i'll make sure to make up to those who really waited a long time for an update by giving you guys a double update! anyway yeah, that's all! hope you enjoy this next one. comments would be appreciated too, if it's not too much of a hassle! :D okay byee
“hey.” mihye opens the door for taro, revealing her puffy red eyes and similarly red nose to one of her bestest friends, shotaro.
“damn, mihye. what the hell did giselle do to you this time?” taro asked, his eyebrows crunched up in concern as he gently placed the bags full of soju on the floor. his arms reached out to mihye to wrap her around his embrace. mihye wails out on shotaro’s chest.
“she got mad at me… i don’t exactly know why, but she’s not replying to me and i don’t know what to —” mihye chokes as she sobs, and taro couldn’t help but to click his tongue at the state of his friend. his hands rub the back of mihye’s back as he tried his best to provide comfort to her.
“it’s okay, hye… breathe. let’s go in first and then let’s talk about it, okay?"
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“so let me get this straight… she got mad at you because you hung out with your best friend, which is… her sister?” taro asked, genuine confusion and disgust painted on his face. the two were currently positioned on the bar of mihye’s apartment — taro was mixing the drinks together in a pitcher while mihye sat on one of the bar stools.
mihye nods, and taro shakes his head. “dude, she’s crazy.”
“i really don’t understand her taro. so i texted her earlier to try and get her to come over so we could talk and make up, but she’s not replying. and then i saw her posts and she’s out drinking with her friends.”
taro sighs in disapproval. “y’know what hye? let her drink with god knows who. who even cares?”
“me, taro. i care.” mihye tries to reason.
“so what? if she drinks, then you drink too.” taro said, and hands mihye a shot of his mix. “here you go. taste test.”
mihye sniffles before taking the shot and downing it. “it’s really good, taro.”
the guy smirks. “i know right? now we’re ready for the rest of the evening.”
mihye watches taro as he pours himself a shot of his own mix and then hers, smiling sadly as shotaro raises the glass towards her. mihye clinks the brims of their glasses together before downing another shot.
“holy shit, this is good.”
“for real. i can’t even taste the alcohol.”
“okay! let’s get fucking drunk hye.” taro encourages the girl, but mihye just gives him a look — one that shotaro knows all too well.
“many have tried, taro. but i never get drunk.”
“that’s why i’m gonna try my fucking best to be the first guy to get you drunk.”
“that sounds really horrible if you take the context away, taro.”
“just drink, hye. stop thinking so much.”
“fine.”
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15 shots later, and shotaro had already shut down on mihye’s couch. mihye purses her lips as she watched her drunken friend mumble out some slightly comprehensible phrases.
“how come… you’re not drunk?” taro slurs as he pulls one of mihye’s throw pillows near his chest.
mihye shrugs as she gets up. “dunno. but you are. so go to sleep.”
“mmmph! no!” taro wails like a kid not getting what he wanted, and mihye smiles to herself at how ridiculous her friend looks.
“i’m grabbing a blanket for you.”
“girl!”
“what?”
“...”
mihye shakes her head at shotaro’s antics — the guy was sooo going to get a horrible hangover tomorrow. shotaro rarely drinks — hence his horrible tolerance, but whenever he gets unbelievably drunk, he doesn’t really cause a mess or a scene, so mihye was okay with taking care of him. although it would tire her out considering how heavy she felt right now — literally, with the amount of alcohol she drank.
mihye turns down the volume of shotaro’s music — he said that it’d help the alcohol hit mihye stronger (fun fact: it didn’t do a thing to mihye) — and leaves the living room to go grab a blanket from her closet.
when she returned, taro’s already snoring softly on her couch. mihye helps him get more comfortable — she places a pillow underneath his head, and covers his limp body with her thick blanket. the girl quietly cleaned up the place — picking up the used glasses, the pitcher and the chips they couldn’t finish, and placed them all on the counter of the bar. mihye washed the glasses, placed the pitcher in her fridge, and put the chips in a sealed container to maintain their crispiness. after, she sweeps the floor, and turned her diffuser on.
after finishing her impromptu chores, mihye started to get ready for bed, taking a shower and changing into her pajamas. picking up her unchecked phone to scroll through twitter for a bit, mihye’s eyes widened as an unexpected notification pops up from the top of her phone.
“shit, shit!” mihye panics at giselle’s text. she hurriedly slips on her slippers and sprints out her room and towards the door.
why is she here? she’s not supposed to be here!
in her mind, mihye could already count the many ways that giselle would scold her for having a guy over. giselle wouldn’t care if shotaro was mihye’s friend, or that he was aro-ace — giselle would only be able to think that despite everything, shotaro was still a guy. and guys… well. guys can do a lot of wrong things.
even so, mihye was not mentally ready for the anger that giselle would unleash upon her when she sees a drunken shotaro on mihye’s couch. she’d already gotten shit for hanging out with kazuha, how much more if giselle sees a drunk shotaro in her house?
despite fearing giselle’s anger, mihye takes a deep breath and opens the door for her.
and boy, was giselle drunk.
“hey.” giselle says, leaning on the frame of mihye’s door. she reeks of alcohol, and her bangs were sticking to her forehead — a small testament of just how sweaty she was. mihye ignores the faint shade of lipstick on giselle’s cheek (probably washed out by her sweat) and pulls giselle in as quickly as she could.
but once mihye does, giselle’s legs fail her and the older girl falls on mihye, her entire weight collapsing on mihye. the two fall harshly on the floor, with giselle’s sweat sticking on mihye’s freshly showered skin.
“gi! ow…” mihye groans, whisper-shouting at her drunk girlfriend. giselle only hums some incoherent words at her.
“hmm… don’t…”
“gi, please — get up.” mihye tried to push giselle off of her, and managed to get her to roll over after a few weak and unsuccessful attempts.
“hye…” giselle mumbles with her eyes closed. mihye gets up to try and bring giselle towards her room, where the younger girl could properly clean her up, but giselle’s heavy body made it difficult for her.
“gi, please… cooperate with me here.” mihye is frustrated with how heavy her girlfriend was when she was blackout drunk. mihye wraps giselle’s limp arm around her neck, and grabs giselle’s body with her other arm to get her up. it was difficult, but mihye was eventually met with success when she finally managed to support giselle’s entire limp body upright.
“mm…” giselle kept mumbling, and even though mihye could feel that giselle was trying to talk to her, the younger girl felt that it was more important to get giselle out of her sweaty clothes and dress her up into something more comfortable for sleep.
the younger girl dragged her girlfriend all the way towards her room, and once more into her bathroom. mihye’s battle with giselle’s unconscious body was even more difficult though, as there was less room for her to wiggle around without unintentionally hurting her girlfriend.
“gi… can you just try to sit up for me?” mihye pushed down the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes now.
you can’t cry now, mihye. giselle needs you.
giselle is unresponsive, as mihye expected it. so she tries to comfortably place giselle on the surface of her bathtub, before taking a breather.
she’s so drunk. how the hell did she drive all the way here if she was this drunk?
mihye pushes down the thought of giselle’s vehicle back to the depths of her mind in order to focus on taking off the sweaty clothes from giselle’s body. she makes sure to keep the giselle’s car keys somewhere safe and dry, before proceeding to give giselle a shower.
it took mihye at least an hour to get everything done — giving giselle a shower, dressing her up in sleep clothes, and placing her on mihye’s bed. afterwards, mihye grabs her jacket and runs to the nearest elevator to check on giselle’s car in the basement of their condo building.
giselle’s gonna be so mad if her car got scratched or something.
once she gets there, she meets the security guard in charge for tonight, and he gives her a lengthy lecture about how a car should never be parked in the middle of the lot.
“it’s a huge inconvenience for all the other tenants here, young lady!”
“i know — i’m really sorry sir. it won’t happen again. i promise.”
“tell that girl who parked here to never do that again. i get that she’s drunk, but if she’s that drunk, she should’ve taken a cab or something. don’t let her do this again, and especially not in this building!”
“... yes sir, i understand. i’m really sorry. i’ll remind her.”
mihye reparks the car — properly this time, and not in the state that giselle left it in. she sees the scratch on the car, and anxiety bubbles in her stomach.
giselle’s going to be so mad. sure, she did this to herself by driving all the way here while drunk, but still.
i don’t like it when she’s mad.
mihye gets back to her apartment, spent from all the things she had to do in the span of a single night. at this point, she was so fucking tired, but she knew she couldn’t rest yet. she showers again and changes her clothes, as giselle’s sweat from earlier had rubbed off on her clothes.
“mi… hye?” she hears giselle call out from their bed. mihye closes the door of her closet, and approaches giselle.
“mihye…” giselle mumbles out once more, and mihye feels a pinch somewhere in her heart as she takes a closer look at giselle’s serenely sleeping body.
how can she still make me feel this way despite everything…?
mihye lays down in front of giselle, and she sees giselle’s hands moving, inching — she was probably reaching out for something. or maybe someone.
sighing, mihye takes giselle’s hands into her own, and rubs circles on top of giselle’s palm.
“mmm… don’t… leave… me…”
tears threaten to spill from mihye’s eyes upon hearing those words from giselle’s lips.
“s… stay…” giselle says once more, and just like that, mihye’s heart decides to beat for giselle again.
mihye presses a gentle, chaste kiss on giselle’s forehead before wrapping her girlfriend’s body around her arms. mihye falls asleep, with a single tear escaping and running down her cheek the moment she closes her eyes.
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𓇼┊『To Marmoris』˚༘.PART 1
𓇼 summary : Family strictness was something you experienced all your life. Studies and classes schedules all arranged by them for the sake of your future,only caring about your grades. However, an unexpected acquaintance with the most unexpected person occurs and you decide to burry your pride for the sake of the flame a random boy ignited deep in your heart. He,who seems to lead a perfect life,harbors secrets of his own,puts on a perfect carefree facade,something you're familiar with. Your relationship proceeds with lies from both sides,truths leaking out once in a while. What happens when both of you start being genuine and offer your pure emotions to the other?
𓇼 Word count : 4k
𓇼 Tags : stressed reader,fluff,bittersweet ending,modern au,teen Satoru Gojo x teen f!reader
𓇼 a/n : alright alright this is finally over(not) Because I decided to make this part 1 since it's becoming ao long and I can't :) when I started writing this I knew it'll kill me(not just because it's the longest I've ever wrote) but I still did it and I don't think I regret it...anyways hope you enjoy :> likes,comments and reblogs are really appreciated.
June 21th :
You keep staring at the phone screen,unable to take your eyes off it. You feel like your messages,all sent and ignored,are mocking you. Like they're saying “See? Told you. You're an idiot.”
Hugging your knees,you hide your face in them and clench your phone in your other hand. “Dammit…” You mutter,cursing nobody. You don't even know who or what to blame. Your phone screen turns off after a few seconds,leaving just darkness in the room. You close your eyelids and allow the memories to flood in.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
March 20th :
"Why do I have to come again?" You mutter,eyebrows raised and irritation clear in your voice.
"Y/n,please...I told you so many times...you're doing this for your little sister!!" Your mom says without even looking at you,obviously annoyed by your infinite growls.
"Exactly! And my little sister certainly doesn't need me to be there! Mom,it's a party with little kids jumping and singing and yelling! You know I hate gathering full of spoiled brats!" You huff,crossing your arms in front of your chest and lean against the seat of the car.
Both of your parents ignore you,chatting with your sister for the rest of the ride,and you watch their excited interactions. They treat you like you're a machine,like you're not a human,only caring about your studies and grades.
But what's new?
You sigh,thinking about how you're going to ease your headache after this.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
You look at the building. "Great...!" You chide before walking your way through the front yard.
"Raise your head and look up,y/n! Be polite,for crying out loud!" Your mom whispers quietly.
You sigh,but raise your head and take in your surroundings. The front yard of the building is vast,taking a few good minutes to get to the front door. The door is already open because of the party,chattering heard from inside.
A tall boy,his black hair in a bun approaches you. "Hello,welcome!" He greets your family with a smile. "May I take this little lady for preparations?" He looks at your sister.
"Why,hello,Suguru." Your mom smiles. "Of course. Honey,go with Suguru,okay?" Your sister nods and takes Suguru's hand shyly,her tension easing thanks to Suguru's kind smile.
"Who was that?" You ask your mom,one of your brows raised in curiosity.
"That's Suguru Geto,the family friend of the Gojos and their son's best friend,apparently." Your mom mumbles as she watches your sister go to the back door with Suguru.
"He seems nice with kids. Wait...who are the Gojos again?"
Your mom looks at you with a scowl. "Your sister's teacher's family. You saw mrs.Gojo once,when you came back from one of your classes."
"Ooohhhh,her!" You fake your surprise. "This big place is for the Gojos,right? Good thing they have a son to inherit all of this." You wave your hand to the front yard. "They must be filthy rich. I bet girls break their necks to get a glance from their son."
"Quiet down,y/n!!" Your mom scolds.
"Yeesh! Fine,I'm sorry." You mutter,before walking inside behind them.
That's when you see it,and you freeze at the doorframe.
He's tall,round sunglasses fixed on his snowy white hair,he's setting up the balloons,frowning at the ribbon attached to them. His long white eyelashes fluttered with each blink,hovering over his mesmerizing crystal blue eyes. He's wearing a white buttoned shirt,the sleeves rolled up,with black jeans.
You feel your heart skip a beat at the sight.
God,how you don't ever want to look down again.
The boy notices your parents enter and greets them with a nod before dropping the ribbon in frustration and turning around. "Suguru! Do we have more ribbon?"
Suguru Geto,the Gojo family's son's best friend. So that boy must be the Gojo family's son?
You're pulled out of your thoughts with a tap on your shoulder from your mom. "This is my older daughter,mrs.Gojo."
You recognize the woman as you've seen her before. Once.
Mrs.Gojo reaches out her hand to shake yours,her smile not budging. "I saw you once before,but never had the honor to officially meet you. You're even more beautiful up close! Please,feel free to call me Sayuki!" You smile and return her handshake. Your mom points at a place and tells you that she'll sit there,leaving you alone with mrs.Sayuki.
You chat with her for a bit,before Suguru approaches. "Mrs.Sayuki,have you checked the piano yet?"
"No,not yet. Tell Satoru to do it,I want you to keep an eye on the kids."
Suguru nods before looking at you with his brown eyes,his gaze lingering onto yours,and he walks away as he shoves his hands in his pockets.
"I'll go take a seat,then!" You say with a smile,before walking up to where your mom is seated. "Weird people." You sit down next to her.
"Who,exactly?" Your mom scowls at you.
"All of them,specially the boy with white hair. Did he dye it?"
"Oh,you mean mrs.Gojo's son,Satoru? I don't think so,I think it's natural."
Satoru. His name is Satoru.
You glance at him from where you're seated,feeling warm just by looking at his physical features. You hum thoughtfully as your mom keeps giving you information.
"They're both around your age,even if they don't look like it. Oh,they also teach piano,both of them! Though,Suguru teaches guitar as well."
"Talking about what I can't do? Way to go,mom." You chide,and your mom just sighs.
You watch Satoru grab a kid's violin and play a random piece with it. He giggles when Suguru scolds him and gives the kid back his violin.
You can't help but smile at the sight. "Glad I came." You mumble quietly.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
The kids play childish pieces with little flutes,your sister one of them. You watch them carefully,but only because Satoru is playing the pieces with a harmonica alongside them.
Your gaze is fixated on him,not budging,following his every movement.
Your mom gives you a flower basket and tells you to wait until it's time to give the kids their flowers. You go to the entrance hall of the house,waiting for the right time. The flowers are light blue,like his eyes.
Wait...what are you thinking?
You try shake off any thoughts of Satoru Gojo which leads to him corrupting your mind more.
Mrs.Sayuki walks past you at some point,giving you a scowl which you don't notice. After the kids are done performing,you step close and give your sister the flower basket. She jumps and hugs you with excitement.
As you turn to go back to your seat,someone calls out.
"Y/n,one moment,please! Come here,let us take a picture of you and your sister!" You freeze when you hear mrs.Sayuki,but turn and walk back to them.
You hate this. You hate getting all this attention. You hate all these eyes fixated on you. You ha-
Satoru catches you when you stumble. "Close one. What's the rush for? Be careful." He smiles softly,watching you murmur apologies and straighten yourself. You bet he even noticed your blush. How embarrassing.
He's close. So close. You force a smile at the camera,but Satoru Gojo has corrupted your mind in whole.
You don't notice you've been holding your breath until you get back to your seat,exhaling hard.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
On the ride back home,your eyes are staring out the window of the car,but your mind keeps wandering to him.
"Y/n? What are you thinking?" You dad asks,looking at you from the car's top mirror.
"I want to start an instrument again." You mumble.
Your mom chuckles mockingly. "Sure you do..."
But you're serious. You need to see him again. Somehow. Anyhow.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
March 21th :
"I'm coming and I mean it!" Your voice increases by each passing word. "I'm serious! I want to start an instrument again!"
It's been a few days since the party and your sister has to go to the Gojos' place to get introduced to different instruments so she can pick one.
Of course,you don't plan on staying at home when you have the chance to see him again.
Your mom opens her mouth to respond,but only a heavy sigh comes out. "Fine..."
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
"Nice house,I guess." You mumble,raising your head to look at the building before ringing the doorbell.
Your breath catches in your throat as mrs.Sayuki opens the door,and you see a white-haired boy in the background. You tilt your head to get a better view.
His hair is slightly messier from what you remember and he's wearing a t-shirt and a pair of comfortable pants. He snatches his phone from the table before disappearing into one of the rooms down the hallway.
Mrs.Sayuki offers a smile and holds the door open. "Hello,hello! Welcome! Y/n,what a nice surprise,wasn't expecting to see you again this soon!"
You chuckle awkwardly. "Sorry for coming without prior notice..."
Mrs.Sayuki shakes her head. "Don't worry,all good. I assume you came regarding instruments,yes? I remember your mother mentioned you used to play the violin when you were a child."
You nod. "Yes,when I was around the age of ten. But I barely remember anything."
Mrs.Sayuki hums thoughtfully and takes a beautiful and most certainly expensive white violin out of its case. "Do you remember how you held it though?"
You shake your head and she offers the violin to your sister. "How about you? Want to give it a shot?" And when your sister shakes her head,mrs.Sayuki calls out. "Satoru! Come here for a moment!"
It's not long before the white-haired boy enters the living room. "Yeah?" One of his hands is gripping the nape of his neck,his mesmerizing crystal blue eyes locked on the violin with a spark in them.
"Could you demonstrate?"
He takes the violin and plays a random part of a random piece with it. After he's done,your sister shakes her head. "I don't like that one!"
Satoru lets out a quiet chuckle,then puts the violin back in its case. He glances at you,causing your lungs to forget how to function,his snowy lashes fluttering with each blink. A smirk finds its way through his face and he sits on the sofa.
Mrs.Sayuki shows videos of different instruments to your sister on her laptop,and she just shakes her head at each one. You struggle to not look at Satoru for too long when he speaks to you or chuckles at either your words or your sister's reaction whenever random conversations come up regarding instruments.
Mrs.Sayuki looks at you. "What about you,y/n? You'll go with the violin again?"
Pause.
"If I had a choice..." You glance at your mom from the side of your eye. "...no."
"What!?" Your mom says,her eyes widen in shock.
"My family said that I should learn violin,but I always had a thing for..." Your gaze shifts to the acoustic piano. "...the piano."
"You know,Satoru wanted to learn violin,but I made him learn piano first. Once he got down piano,he had an easier time learning violin. And then we got him a harmonica and he learned it without the help of any teacher."
Your sister's head perks up at the mention of harmonica. "I wanna learn to play the harmonica,like Satoru did at the party!"
Satoru glances at you for a moment,his nonchalant gaze lingering on your face,before he smiles softly at your sister. "Hey,how about this? Learn how to play the piano alongside your sister,and I promise I'll teach you how to play the harmonica myself if you do so." Your sister's expression brightens and she smiles widely.
He didn't do it for you just now,did he?
"Bright idea! What do you say,y/n? I mean..." Mrs.Sayuki looks at your mom. "...if your parents are okay with it."
You inspect your mom for any signs of approval. "Fine..." She sighs. "But if you're gonna do it,be serious about it. Don't quit halfway like you did for-"
"I won't!!" You suddenly shout out which makes Satoru giggle at the unexpectedness of your reaction. You look down as a pathetic attempt to hide your embarrassment.
"Settled,then! We will talk about the classes and schedules later,if that's alright." Mrs.Sayuki looks at you with a soft smile. "Anything else?"
"One thing..." you muster up all the courage you can before looking at Satoru. "Can I have your son's number?"
Satoru's eyes widen in shock for a moment but then his face splits into a grin. "I think you should be asking me that question. Write it down?"
You blink twice. Did he really accept?
"O-okay..." You take out your phone and enter his number. "Can I call it…just to make sure?"
"You don't trust me?" He chuckles. "Go ahead."
You dial his number and the sound of a phone ringing comes from one of the rooms down the hallway. He raises an eyebrow and smirks at you. "See?"
"Satoru,an unknown number called you ju-" Suguru enters the living room,coming to a halt as he looks up from his phone and sees your mom and sister. "Oh,hello." He then looks at you and smiles. "I saw you,at the party."
You nod. "I saw you too,mr.nice-with-kids."
Suguru chuckles. "Right. By the way,did you notice mrs.Sayuki frowning at you back then when you were waiting on your sister?"
You shake your head,and mrs.Sayuki lets out a quiet "Thank god..." with a sigh of relief.
Satoru smirks. "She mistook you for someone who bothered and annoyed us a lot so she gave you a scary look,self-proclaimed,which you didn't notice. She took that picture of you because she felt guilty." He winks at you. "The one you almost fell on the way of taking it." You look down to hide your blush.
"Satoru,Suguru,y/n might be in your care regarding piano lessons soon,so...please try not to freak her out." Mrs.Sayuki glares at both of them.
Suguru crosses his arms in front of his chest and leans against the wall with a chuckle. "Yes,ma'am."
After a bit of chit-chat,your mom receives a notification from your dad,a sign that he's tired of waiting. Who wouldn't be,though? You've been here for an hour now.
Satoru distracts you easily. You take a mental note.
Mrs.Sayuki and Satoru walk you to the front door but before you leave,Satoru leans down and whispers in your ear. "Message me,and we can go out sometime." He leans against the doorframe and winks at you,a smirk attached to his face. "Of course,as friends. By the way,is not wearing make-up your style? Because if it is,I totally love it."
"Right." You chuckle,a light blush on your cheeks. "Later then?"
He smiles. "Later then." And then he closes the door shut.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
March 22th :
Hello. 12:01 p.m
Satoru : Hello? You are? 12:25 p.m
Um…the one from last night? 12:27 p.m
Satoru : Oooh!! Right,my bad. 12:43 p.m
Yeah,um…am I bothering you by any chance? 12:45 p.m
Satoru : What? No. 12:51 p.m
Satoru : By the way,your name is y/n right? 12:52 p.m
Yes. 12:52 p.m
If I am bothering you,then please let me know. 12:53 p.m
Satoru : That aside,I've been craving pineapples since morning. 12:57 p.m
You stare at the wall,trying to fight the urge and don't go running to buy him one and then run to his place to give it to hi- Wait…what are you thinking?
You sigh out loud at your inner chaos. How did it come to this?
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
March 28th :
You've been having random conversations with Satoru which led to you finding out a few things about him. Firstly,everything about him is natural including his hair and eyes. He's a natural beauty. Secondly,his ego is stupidly big.
You also learned He's 190 centimeters tall,his favorite color is sky-blue,he plays basketball and he's with Suguru 97% of the time.
You also learned he's been on a trip since the next morning you got his number,and you thanked god for not running off to his place,empty,with a pineapple.
Favorite animal? 5:26 p.m
Satoru : Whales. And Dolphins. Wanted to see the dolphins since forever but never got the chance. Too busy :( - 5:29 p.m
“Y/n! Come here!” Your mom shouts.
You sigh,turning off the phone and entering the living room. “Yes?” You see that your mom's clenching her phone in her hand ahd has an intense frown on her face.
Oh,a call from school.
“What does this mean,y/n!? Your school called to announce this month's exam results just now. Why didn't you get the top score!?” Your mom chides,gritting her teeth,causing the irritation to be visible.
You sigh,trying to clear things up. “I marked top 3,mom. The exams were-”
“Keep your excuses for yourself! When someone could mark 100%,it was possible! So why couldn't you!?”
“Mom,I told you before…those ones have private teachers,the-”
“You're making excuses again,y/n! Last time you mess up,understood?”
You look down and try to fight the tears stinging your eyes,threatening to drop. “Yes,mom. I understand…” Your voice is weak and barely audible. Your mom sighs and turns around,and you know you can leave when she does so.
You close the door shut quietly and collapse on your bed.
You look at your palms and see the marks your nails left when you were digging them into your palms to maintain your composure. You press your hands to your eyes and exhale long and heavily before grabbing your phone to continue your conversation with Satoru.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
Can I call you? - 9:37 p.m
Satoru : Now? - 9:42 p.m
No,later tomorrow. - 9:43 p.m
Satoru : Sure,but let me know beforehand. - 9:45 p.m
Will do,thanks. - 9:45 p.m.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
March 29th :
You take a long deep breath and dial his number. It takes a few moments,but finally a deep male voice answers. “Hello?”
You come to a halt,unable to respond and hang up for god knows why. You look at your shaking hands. Why are you so nervous?
You call him again,mostly to apologize for hanging up so suddenly. He doesn't pick up though. You call him again,he doesn't pick up again.
Again,again. Again,again. Again,again.
“Aghh!!” You groan and throw the phone on the bed. “Why am I such an idiot!?”
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
“I'm done with everything mom. Can I make a call now?”
“To who?” Your mom raises an eyebrow in curiosity as she looks up from her phone.
You sigh,deciding to take the side of honesty. “Well,I called a friend today and hung up suddenly. I wanna apologize for that..."
"Make it quick." She sighs,looking back at her phone.
You smile and rush to your room,close the door and dial his number.
"Hello?" He answers after a few seconds.
"Hey! Um,listen!" You clench your free hand,trying to stop it from shaking. Once again,why are you so nervous? "I...I wanted to apologize for hanging up suddenly earlier today..." You stutter,hands sweaty due to your nervousness.
"What...?"
Pause.
"Oh! That! I didn't pick up the phone back then,it was Suguru. I was taking a nap and my phone was somewhere else." He chuckles. "Although I must say,he cursed 'whoever the heck's calling' more than a few times."
"I'm...sorry..." You mumble,closing your eyes shut at the wave of embarrassment.
You can hear him laugh from the other side of the call. "It's okay. I mean,you were so desperate to hear my voice,hm?"
You chuckle nervously. "Yeah,well...um..."
"Anyway. Gotta go for now. Talk to you later?"
"Mhm,okay." You try to hide the disappointment in your voice. Although it's probably better this way,since you have to hang up soon -unless you want another argument for the night.-
"Later then?" He says,laughter and chattering being heard from his side of call.
"Later..." You mumble and he hangs up.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
April 2nd :
Satoru hasn't responded to your messages the whole day. Normally,he takes the maximum of a few hours to respond,so this is unusual.
Satoru? You ok? - 8:19 p.m
You keep staring at the phone screen,blinking twice when you see he's typing.
Satoru : Yeah,all good. Why? - 8.20 p.m
You swear you can feel the negative energy radiating from his messages,that you don't mind being called crazy for.
You're totally not okay. - 8:22 p.m
Satoru : Y/n,I'm fine. 8.23 p.m
And that's when it hits you. What if...?
You can talk to me,Satoru. - 8:24 p.m
Satoru : I can,but there's nothing to talk about. - 8:25 p.m
How about we talk about what you're really feeling? Because you're totally not okay. - 8:26 p.m
Satoru : Okay but what does it have to do with you? - 8:26
Well,I care? - 8:27 p.m
Satoru : Sure you do. - 8:27 p.m
I'm serious Satoru! - 8:28 p.m
Satoru : And so am I. - 8:28 p.m
You hide how you really feel,don't you? Under that perfect facade. You don't want anyone worrying over you. You're afraid of being a burden to others. - 8:30 p.m
Satoru : That,you're wrong. I couldn't care less about others. Only a few matter to me. - 8:31 p.m
Satoru : Anyway,decided on the days for piano classes? - 8:31 p.m
Yeah Tuesdays with Suguru. - 8:32 p.m
BUT DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT!! - 8:32 p.
Satoru : Hey,I'm all good. Don't worry your pretty little head over me. - 8:33 p.m
But I can hear you out. - 8:33 p.m
Satoru : Yeah but I don't wanna vent. Thanks,tho :) - 8:34 p.m
Satoru... - 8:35 p.m
Satoru : Y/n,I'm all good. But I gotta go now. You should also call it a night. - 8:36 p.m
Okay...night... - 8:37 p.m
Satoru : Good night y/n. And thank you. - 8:38 p.m
Satoru stares at the ceiling,finally deciding on a name to save you as in his contacts.
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Some people really liked it, so here is some more of my unhinged fanfic of keefe in the forbidden cities
The
kid had come out of nowhere and she managed to hit him with her bike. Shit.
…
"Holy crap, are you good, man?"
The boy she had hit blinked through his blurry vision to see a girl kneeling over him, her messy hair blowing in the breeze. All he could do was groan. His butt hurt. The boy tried to stand but only wobbled, nearly toppling over. The girl caught his arm keeping him steady, but that only seemed to make him woozier. His vision went blank.
"Wowsa, I guess you're NOT good then."
That was the last thing the boy heard before passing out.
…
Name. What was his name again? He couldn't remember. His head hurt. His heart ached. What was his-
Oh yeah.
It was Keefe.
He forced his eyes open to find himself laying on some sort of table and bench combo thinking in the shade of a gigantic oak tree. Keefe turned his head to look at the bench connected to the table. Why connect them? Humans are weird. As he studied the bench, his gaze was caught on a leg.
That leg belonged to a person.
Keefe shot upright, ignoring the rush of lightheadedness as his body tensed, ready to flee.
"Woa there, bud. Chill out. I'm not going to steal your liver," the blond girl next to him said. The reinsurance should have made him feel better, but the thing about the liver seemed very unessacy. It made his gut twist a bit, almost like she was going back on her word and stealing his liver right then and there. "So, uh, what's your name?" the girl inquired. She seemed a little shy, but not in the "omg you're so hot and charming" way he was more used to, but in the "I just carried you to a table in a park and now I have no clue what to do with you now" way. Keefe supposed he'd feel about the same in her place.
Keefes brain was so out of wack, he didn't even answer the girls question. He just looked at her blankly while his brain grasped onto the least important things. Like how she wasn't acting like most girls did around him. Maybe she was one of those people Sophie mentioned to him. What were they called again? Lemonon? Lebonan? No, lesbian.
Before he fully grasped what he was saying, he blurted out, "Are you a lesbian?"
"Nice to meet you "are you a lesbian"," she retorted dryly.
Keefe reddened and crossed his arms irritably. (GOSH his head hurt). "I don't need to tell you anything."
She snorted and smirked a little, "Well aren't you a salty little cookie." Keefe just stared at her confused. Did she just call him…a baked good? He was befuddled before, but now he was baffled. He may have watched humans before, but this was the first time he had actually spoken to him. Were they all this confusing?
"What?"
Keefe must have looked as baffled as he felt because the girl cringed slightly and seemed to shed a little bravo. "Sorry, I kind of forgot that you literally fainted, like, 20 minutes ago."
Wait, he'd been out at long?! "Wait, I've been out that long?!"
"Yep, you kinda freaked me out. I have a couple of friends that faint sometimes, but it usually isn't for more than a minute or two. You'd better get home and get something to eat."
"Oh yeah, I guess." Sweet, he could just walk away and everything would be fine-
"I'll walk with you."
Keefe bit back a curse. This weird human was making it VERY hard to be undercover. With a forced grin he hoped was charming (he probably looked like he was freshly done with his daily hair appointment…with the mouth of Verdi the T-Rex), he stood to leave and find a corner hidden enough to lightleap away. "Nah, I'm good, uh…" She never gave HER name either. "...cookie." Wow. That was smooth. (Not really).
As Keefe moved his legs to leave, everything went fuzzy for a moment before his vision cleared. Suddenly towering above him was the girl with the tail end of a shocked expression twisting into a mix of amusement and irritation. Realizing that he had fallen flat on his butt, he looked up at the girl a little sheepishly.
"You're "good", huh? Oh, and my name is Soda." Soda was worse than Cookie in keefes mind, but Soda dragged him to his feet before he could dwell on names for too long. "Come on, we're going to Subway."
…
Subway, as it turns out, was not an underground collection of dangerous human transportation, but an above ground collection of dangerous human food. Wasn't the ham Soda ordered made from pigs? Ew.
Soda turned to Keefe after she finished ordering her sandwich on the weird assembly line. "What do you want?"
Keefe tried to play it cool, but his nose wrinkled a bit when he mumbled, "I'm good."
Raising an eyebrow, she seemed ready to add a sparky remark, but she paused when she noticed the way Keefe kept sending sideways glances at the meat section. "Oh. You're vegetarian."
Before Keefe could intergect Soda had already ordered him a vegetarian sandwich. Keefe recalled that cheese was made from cows milk.
Ew.
The two of them sat in a corner booth. As Soda calmly ate her sandwich and drank her soda (was she named after drink of was it named after HER?), Keefe figeted and ignored his sandwich. The human emotions didn't make the world spin like it did when he first leaped, but his head still pounded and he had trouble focusing. Again, he found himself focusing on all the wrong things.
"Why do you have the same name as your drink?"
Soda smiled slightly (she was used to people asking about her name), but the way he phrased the question made her lips twitched downwards once. It was almost like he didn't know what soda was. Nah,that's crazy…
#Fair warning I didn't bother to do a proofread#if you want to hear more about their dynamic just send me an ask#keeper of the lost cities#kotlc#kotlc fandom#keefe sencen#kotlc keefe
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anyways seeing Duncan still with the Schism at the end left me like ☹️
#like logically i know duncan wouldnt have had a change of heart after we defeated him right#like i know he wouldnt have just went “oh you know what youre so right let me become a good person immediately”#but seeing him still within the literal cult that manipulated and took advantage of him when he was still a young kid is so sad and gross#like. gretta darkkettle was also there with him like bitch. step away from him#DUNCAN NEEDS TO GOOOOOO BRO he needs to break away from all that shit and heal#i know the “good ending where duncan faces the consequences for his actions then leaves to discover himself” is my personal hc but......#will duncan ever get a good ending in canon. like im not saying he should be in jail for 90 years or anything but i wanna see some growth#IDK suprisingly duncan has a soft spot in my heart (places him gently next to morganthe and gf spider)#maybe just because i can sorta relate to him HAKSBDISLWJU but still yall. i want him AWAY from the schism shit#he should not still be with the group who encourages his harmful behaviors and his hateful emotions#anyways fuck gretta#WAIT WAS THE SCHISM SOLDIER THERE EITH EVERYBODY ELSE OR DID HE STRAIGHT UP JUST LEAVE LIKE HE SAID HE WOULD#wizard101#w101#wiz101#text posts#wallaru spoilers#wizard101 spoilers#duncan grimater
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you guys really don’t get him tbfh
#I would’ve felt bad drowning this one bc op’s heart is in the right place lol#but dean stans Please stop flattening him as a character. he’s so much more interesting when you accept that he sucks#and it’s always ppl who paid no attention to sam who react to jack as if his arc was brand new to the show#as if the way dean abused jack wasn’t a 1:1 reflection of how he treated sam in s4-s5#dean doesn’t make ppl feel safe lmfao that isn’t his priority. his priority is keeping them (sam) alive by any means necessary#including means that violate mental and physical boundaries#and dean is only Good With Kids until they’re old enough to start doing things he disagrees with#sam is the one who connects with the troubled teens and the kids who hate their families#dean connects with kids who are young enough to hero-worship him#this sounds super harsh but. you can even take his relationship with ben alone as an example#spn
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so… in the additional media of stranger things (specifically the comics i’m mentioning), it was initially brenner’s idea/plan to kill off the other test subjects because they weren’t performing as well as eleven was. it was his best solution because that way, all the resources, time, and money could instead be placed only to her. and i just…. sure henry is a fine character and the massacre makes a lot of sense to me, but i think i am once again gonna change up my canon to actually fit this potential narrative instead.
i genuinely think the comic canon of the lab and brenner is far more intriguing than the show. everything with 9/9.5, ricky, and francine. eleven being the only one who grew up completely in the lab. those other kids were either volunteers, well into their teens, or had some semblance of a home life. eleven was the only one practically moulded from the womb. and they all had such a range of interesting powers. i firmly stand with the idea that jane is the only one who can contact the void.
brenner’s entire point of view on the lab subjects changed the second he found out terry was pregnant. he discovered he could steal this baby and make her his own. there would be no convincing the child because it’s all she would have ever known. because of this, i would not put it past a man like brenner to kill the other subjects for the sake of the “greater good” in this case, eleven.
eleven’s gifts just continue thriving beyond his wildest expectations. brenner would never dare assume that having moulded her from the womb, she would still be able to grow into her own person, her own mind, and one day be able to see him for exactly who he was.
back before season four aired, it was obvious there were other test subjects because jane was 011. so there were at least ten kids before her. but i always liked the idea/assumed that she was the last experiment because she was the most successful. that they didn’t need anyone after her because she was fulfilling everything they set out for her to do. with flying colours.
i just think the whole rainbow room idea, pitting the kids against each other thing… been there, done that. boring and predictable. i think at this point my portrayal of her time in hawkins lab really stems from the complete isolation she endured. where having the rainbow room, although eleven was obviously the most isolated out of the kids, brings that sense of community and sister/brotherhood. albeit extremely warped and toxic. knowing that she wasn’t alone in that experience just. doesn’t sit well with me. i think it’s important to note that she was alone, physically and mentally. which is why kali is also so important to her growth. i thought a lot of the flashbacks of her time in the lab during season four was really boring, repetitive, and just very predictable. although peter becoming vecna was a surprise to me, and was a nice little twist, the idea of her having an ally on the inside was really interesting.
maybe they did get as far as they do in canon, peter ballad was telling the truth about everything, about some of the workers there being prisoners like him, and he really wanted to get her out and to safety. but before they can escape through the pipes, they’re caught. peter is shot on the spot, and eleven is put into the isolation room for a few days as punishment. in this timeline, henry would be vecna, but henry would not be peter ballad.
when eleven turned seven, and was already showing extreme promise, where the other children were average at best, brenner had the eight children killed. kali had already escaped. this was the main cause for peter to gain eleven’s trust and try to get her out. because if brenner could murder his “children” in cold blood, there’s no way eleven was safe even in spite of her power.
when eleven is allowed out of the isolation room, her testing becomes more rigorous in attempt to distance and make her forget about what she attempted to do with peter. brenner begins gaslighting her, saying that there was never a peter, that she must have been dreaming. eleven does ask “papa” about “mama”, given peter told her of the day terry broke in the lab, but brenner is convincing enough to make eleven believe it was all in her head. say she is around eight years old, meaning the same timeline of season fours canon flashbacks.
i still do wanna keep the henry creel canon, and keep him as 001. brenner didn’t have him killed alongside the other test subjects, because who knows, one day he could become an even better asset than 011. brenner definitely wants to be able to control henry, but keeps the chip in him because, for the moment, doesn’t know how. killing him would be too big of a loss.
when eleven is ten years old, henry’s concealed powers break free and he manages to get the chip out himself, and unleashes hell onto hawkins lab. he almost kills brenner by snapping his bones, but eleven manages to stop him. her extreme abilities are unleashed, and she sends henry to the upside down. she does fall into a coma due to the extremity of the situation, but she does not forget what happened. brenner believes she’s the perfect weapon as she stepped in to save him without a second thought, was able to defeat henry, and opened a door to something he never thought possible. eleven is rewarded for her efforts. although she remembers the entire battle / confrontation, her memories regarding the portal are very hazy.
brenner decides not to focus on the portal straight away, instead gets her training harder and harder to see what else she can accomplish. also loved the idea of brenner sending her into the void to “look for him” so that will definitely be kept.
by the time she escapes and season one begins, her knowledge of the upside down is basically what we see in canon. because she passed out the moment after she sent henry away, she was once again gaslighted into believing she merely threw him through the glass and killed him. for two years she believed this, until making contact with the demogorgan, and those memories return completely.
due to her saving brenner’s life, (it was pure instinct. she happened to be there. saw her “papa” hurt and knew she had to make him better.) brenner constantly thanks her. but in a very condescending way. tells her: “you saved me so i can continue saving you.” aka, harness your abilities and see what else i can achieve from you. despite the fact that she saved his life, these words and phrases make her feel indebted to him. that she owes him something further.
i don't realistically see her thriving with her speech improvement until she's well into her twenties at least. her slowed development, sensory and social deprivation causes a serious delay in language. surrounded by other children she would have overheard conversations, some would have spoken to her. her conveniently forgetting her upbringing pre the battle with henry just isn't good enough for me anymore. it makes more sense for her to have been raised alone.
it also helps indicate why she gravitated towards the boys when they found her in the woods. they would have been the first people her age she ever remembered seeing. as far as she knew, during the lab there was no one like her. everyone was much older, they were adults-- although she stayed with benny, i'm not sure if she would have stuck around very long. where she followed the boys home without thought.
also it's important to note that after time, jane does understand that peter ballad was a real person, and was truly the first person (aside from terry) who wanted the best for her. when she remembers him, knows that brenner was lying, she deals with immense guilt regarding his death. he was shot right in front of her eyes, because he was trying to help her. this is another catalyst as to why after season two, jane never refers to brenner as papa. she does not give him that sort of credit.
#study‚ in my dreams it's all real and my heart has so much to reveal.#THINKING THOUGHTS. i have had this concept in mind for a while but i THINK i’ve fleshed it out properly now.#will write this up properly one day (never).#although henry offering eleven a place at his side wouldn’t be canon#he would definitely still look at her as an enemy for basically stopping his revenge.#AND the whole speech between he and jane never sat right with me.#saying brenner made him what he was / that it wasnt his fault etc. Like. No? henry was a sociopath. he killed his family.#brenner didn’t do anything to make him who he is. so jane always saw him for exactly what he was#and there’s absolutely no sympathy there.#and then regarding my season four canon as her regaining her powers by remembering the massacre/the fight. i am changing that to her#regaining her powers by simply confronting her past. understanding what she went through. finding ways to cope with it physically and#mentally. getting coping mechanisms from her therapist. seeking help. not needing to know WHY this happened to her (because there is not.#and will never be a reason.) but finding ways to accept it and move on. how to move on from eleven and become janessa ives.#also just because in this case henry doesn’t massacre a bunch of kids? It doesn’t make him any less evil. in this instance i am following#the idea that some of the workers were prisoners there in hawkins lab. and henry killed a bunch of the workers. so would definitely have#killed some innocent people.#just because i am separating peter from henry. does NOT mean i am excusing anything from henry/vecna.#in this case they are two completely different people. although i highkey wanna use jcb as peter because he just did the role SO WELL and#was SO BELIEVABLE i’m not sure about it yet. because i don’t want anyone to get the impression that i’m making excuses for henry.#BUT YES.#this be the new canon. <3#idc brenner is such a good fuckin villain he’s disgusting but so intriguing.
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