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fandomsfunyeah · 2 years

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Obey Me! Give Me Attention! Belphie x Mc

Belphie wants Mc now

The twins bedroom was quiet,lights were off and only the occasional rustling movement could be heard from one side.

Belphie popped out from under the covers of his blanket nest and yawned,stretching on the bed.

What a deep,peaceful sleep....and such a lovely dream he woke from as well.

He dreamt of Mc,he yawned again and smiled,recalling the ethereal feeling of the environment...

The two were floating on a fluffy cloud,high above in a dark sky that exploded with stars and constellations from both the Devildom and human world.

Comets streaked across and mists of purple and blue swirled around the cloud they laid on.

Mc snuggled close to him...they were pink and had puffy hair like a sheeps wool for some reason...but that didn't matter,he loved Mc even if they had sheep traits.

He had to admit their little curly horns looked cute though...and they matched perfectly with his form.

The two moved even closer and memories of the dreams ending had already faded back into his subconscious.

Belphie slowly rolled over and picked his D.D.D up off the nightstand to check for messages.

Nothing new on the group text,he'd already read everything else from his brothers and...nothing from Mc.

He frowned. Are they busy? Out? Spending time with one of his brothers perhaps?

If it was Beel he didn't really mind much but If it's Lucifer...

He scoffed...making a mental note to text Satan a new prank idea.

The strong bond he once had with his oldest brother was far in the past,despite Mc's best efforts. But...the two were on *mostly* civil terms again.

His feet touch the floor as he takes a deep breath,inching toward the door. He could text Mc but he decides to at least look in the living room first.

Besides the couch was comfy there.

After a few minutes he reaches the room...and Mc is on the couch,books and papers are spread on the table and they were jotting down notes.

Satan was there as well,sitting across from them in the armchair reading a book,occasionally looking up and talking to them.

Belphie walks in,ignoring any spoken words and plopped on the cushion next to them.

"Oh you're up from your nap already Belphie?" Mc acknowledges his presence.

"Nyaa...Barely.." he said sluggishly.

He moves closer and lays his head on their shoulder...

So soft and warm

He hides his growing smile.

"Still tired?" They asked,poking his cheek. "Ah!"

Belphie had nipped their finger,not enough to hurt but it did surprise Mc.

"Heh."

"Well someones lively today." They resume writing their notes.

He grinned,snuggling closer,wrapping his arms around their stomach.

Satan glances up,rolls his eyes and goes back to reading.

Belphie sticks his tongue out in response.

He was in a cheeky mood,glancing at Mc's scribbling on the notebook.

He wants Mc to cuddle him...

"Mmm Mc can I lay my head on your lap?" He looks at them with the cutest expression he can muster.

"Sure Belphie."

He wasted no time,laying on their comfy thighs,sighing contently.

Mc was the best pillow...he moved on his side so he could face them,they move a hand down to stroke his head.

They had a such a gentle touch,Belphie purred quietly not caring who heard him.

Mc looked down and smiled a little at how cute he looked.

Satan looked up from his book again and flipped it shut,standing up.

"Well....I think I'm going back to my room now Mc,we can continue our conversion later."

The fourth born leaves the room in annoyance.

Belphie smirked,finally...the two of them were all alone.

Satan was in his room and everyone else was out or occupied from what he could tell.

Now to convince Mc to cuddle in his room and maybe take a nap too it had been a while since they did that.

"Mc..." He pouts and nudges them.

"Pay attention to mee Mc,I'm right here.."

"Belphie...I'm still doing a few things.." They reply.

"Can't it wait a while?"

"I'd rather just finish this...If you wait a little bit.."

The seventh was not happy,it was time for cuddles and he wouldn't wait any longer.

He gets up,startling them and knocking over a few papers on the floor in the process.

"No Mc....I want to go now."

Belphie scoops them up in his arms,exerting more effort than usual and walks off to the attic.

"Belphie?! What are...." But he cuts them off.

"Hush Mc."

They were stunned and let him carry them....up the stairs into the attic room and plop them down onto the soft bed.

"Belphie looks at the sight of his handwork smiling,hands on his hips.

Mc looked at the youngest brother....with annoyance,they loved and cherished him deeply...but he also acted bratty when he got in a mood.

"Belphie I really need to finish what I was working on.."

He flopped on the bed and grabbed them,pulling them close and nuzzling into their neck.

"Please Mc....can't you stay here and cuddle me a little bit."

He wobbled his lip like he was going to cry.

They sighed,Maybe Lucifer was right they do baby him a bit too much.

"Alright I'll stay longer."

"Great." His face brightened immediately.

He slides off the bed. "Wait here Mc I need to grab a few things from my room."

Mc slides off their shoes and adjusted the pillows on the bed making space for the two of them,Belphie returned a few minutes later with some plush blankets.

He threw them on the bed and started wrapping the fabric around himself and Mc,making a burrito blanket.

Then wrapped his arms around Mc and snuggled closer.

"I love you Mc." He smiled and purred affectionately.

It was so cute,they yawned and hugged Belphie back,maybe a short nap wouldn't hurt after all.

"Love you too." They reply.

He smiled.

"I've had good dreams lately Mc...because you were with me."

"Promise me you'll visit me in my dreams again Mc? It would make me so happy."

They laugh.

"Hmm will you do the same for me Belphie?"

"Of course I would Mc."

He looks over their face and recalls his earlier dream.

"Nmm...We need to get you a headband with horns..." He mused.

"Huh why?"

"So we match of course." He grins cheekily.

"Well...we can talk about that later then.."

"Great!"

They would look so cute together.

Mc and Belphie cuddled closer and drifted off to have a few hours of peaceful quiet.

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me fic #obey me fluff #obey me imagines #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #belphie x reader #belphie fluff #belphegor x reader #belphegor fluff

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solar-nightengale · 1 month

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HELLO THERE how about: ♡ "it's okay, just breathe" or ♡ "why are you helping a monster?" or ♡ "can I leave now?" from the prompt list (for whatever characters take your fancy, but maybe something with beth if you like?) :)

HELLO!!!!

Omg you’re just up and feeding me the good stuff tonight, huh?? I’ve been sitting here since this ask came in trying to pick ONE like you can’t just drop angst on me and expect me to not want all of them JDHFKTHLUYDTVJHRKLOIRYTVDTRVYKJLTRVY Thank you though oh man <3333

Let’s see how this’ll turn out!!

Prompt List

Hurt/Comfort prompt: ♡ "it's okay, just breathe"

CW: Slight mention of a panic attack. Nothing heavy in terms of mention but it’s there.

August woke up with a start, chest heaving as he forced himself to take deep breaths. For a moment he couldn’t figure out quite where he was, the dark of the room still a haze as his eyes worked to adjust. No, no, right now he was still falling through the ocean, the lack of oxygen beneath the surface making it harder and harder to breathe.

“Hey, whoa, hey. August-” he flinched, the moment a hand landed on his shoulder, forgetting the other individual in the room.

“August, it’s okay.” she continued to hush, even as he closed his eyes, taking another deep breath. God, were his hands shaking?

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” Beth continued to assure, her voice as soft as ever in the suffocating darkness. A quiet relief right now, as he felt the gentle touch of her hands on his, which continued to grip at the covers.

“It’s okay, just breathe.”

August huffed, swallowing thickly. “I am breathing. Can’t y-can’t you see?” he joked dryly.

“Not calmly enough.” she retorted, as she released one of his hands from the prison he was holding the covers in. “Here.” she placed his hand against her chest, as she took exaggerated breaths inwards and out. “Match mine.”

“Hey… that’s my tactic,” he murmured, but did as he was told.

“Well, what can I say?” Beth muttered, “I learnt well from our better half.”

In and out… in and out… they sat like that for a while longer as he breathed in and out, the sudden panic after that particular nightmare ebbing away.

“Thanks…” he breathed out, slouching as he let his hand drop back down into his lap, hanging his own head as thoughts whirled around. He noted the sinking feeling he felt as Beth turned the lamp on next to the bedside. The feeling continued to rise, especially on seeing the tired look on his friend’s face as she sat, cross-legged, in front of him and holding her hands out in front of him. A silent invitation, one he gladly took as he settled his face on the crook of her shoulder.

Guilt. Oh, yes, he knew the feeling too well to deny it. And the distant chime of the clock tower in the distance, sounding its 3am song, did little to help with the feeling.

“I’m-”

“Don’t you dare even think of starting in that direction, Pidge.” Beth pulled him back and glared up at him, August clamping his mouth shut. “Don’t even think about apologising for that you’ve nothin’ to be sorry for, alright?”

The man sat silently smacking his lips together as he glanced down at the bed-sheets, only pointing his gaze back at Beth with a quiet. “...Sorry.”

Beth sighed, pinching the bridge between her eyes. He knew her well enough to know she wasn’t truly upset or anything. Exasperated? Sure. And it was something that brought a quiet smile to his face to see.

“Feel any better though?” she asked more quietly now. He could only offer her a shrug.

“S’ppose so.”

Further silence…

… “Do you… want to talk about it?”

The question had him shuffling along the covers, hiding the way any thought of discussing this had him stiffening. While he trusted Beth, the desire to talk to anyone about shit like this wasn’t something he was really open to trying. Not yet… not right now.

“Honestly, I'd much rather forget it.” he sighed, Beth nodding silently.

“Umm… think you can sleep again or…” August silently shook his head, Beth rapidly nodding her’s. “Okay. That’s fine! That’s okay. We could… we could— talk about other things or-or read or…” she shrugged, “Yeah. Anything you wanna do to help with umm…”

He frowned. “And what about work tomorrow?”

“You’re my priority first and foremost, alright?” she huffed, as she shuffled to his side once more. “Fuck work for the night, I’ll handle tomorrow how I’ll handle it.”

“Beth-”

“I’m serious.”

August’s shoulders sagged. By the gods he knew she was relentless, the woman’s stubbornness knowing no bounds. The chances of winning this fight, at this hour, and like so was… pretty minimal.

“Alright.” he sighed, lolling his head lazily to her side, “Heard anything interesting today? Before we see if there are any new stories in the local paper.”

Beth scoffed, “Oh I’m sure the dead newspaper’s got plenty to offer right now, when their current clown got fired,” August huffed at her comment, “bu’... Emma mentioned some interesting clients that came in today. If you wanted to hear about those?”

“Well…” he exhaled as he settled down, “I say we have plenty of time so by all means.”

#bethan yaga #august booth #sol responds #my writing

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hawkewatching · 9 months

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Dark Sun (Arthur Harrow x Reader)

Chapter 3: Dreamers in Midstride (5,172 words)

Previous Links: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 (Please check chapter 1 for any warnings and tags if you're interested, they are the same here)

Rated Mature for dark themes and some strong language.

Summary:

“There’s no need for these games.”

There are forces at play higher than your understanding. And perhaps, higher than his too.

A/N: I'm so bad at using this site I keep forgetting and/or I'm too unreasonably nervous to post (go read it on AO3 if you have no patience there's a 15th chapter now), I'd like to extend my deepest apologies to anyone on here who is reading this exclusively on this platform please understand that I have severe social anxiety thanks <3 This chapter is wild because I absolutely do not write like this any more, this thing is like a year old, (and I caught at least one tense error that I corrected, I used to have a SERIOUS problem with keeping my tenses consistent that I don't think I have anymore, apologies if they're still out there) but hey I think it's probably okay, I'll try to be quick about posting chapter 4 to make up for it. I always wanted to space this out but never like this, my bad. Enjoy? :)

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You had a dream that felt just a little too real.

This night was the perfect night for it. You never had a reason to doubt that what you saw was all fiction, you mind having painted a perfect portrait of the people you knew in your life. Yet still, you weren't able to shake it, clinging onto the memories of it even though you wanted to forget.

In this dream, you met the friends you had fallen out of contact with, the family members you barely saw anymore, but still wished otherwise, and the good people that you had wronged, all welcoming you back into their lives as if nothing had ever happened. This feeling was fantastic, everyone was happy, and you were all standing together. You were loved, and loving that.

You were in the middle of some dream conversation, the details of which were forgotten even from the moment you woke up. It was probably nonsense, but you felt happy.

You heard a voice ask: “Is everyone here?”

Before anyone can answer, your dream self felt (or the better term perhaps would be ‘acknowledged’) a hand grab you by the ankle, and with a scream, you were pulled through the floor into nothingness.

The shock woke you up, already in seconds you were in a cold sweat.

Sitting at the end of the bed, sideways to your feet was Harrow, already staring right at you. You noticed immediately that there was something behind his eyes this time. Concern. You didn’t know he had it in him. His mouth hung open a tiny bit, betraying that you had surprised him, for once.

The way he looked told you everything you needed to know. The scream was real.

“Are you alright?” For once, you welcome his soft questioning, and it brings you some comfort.

“Yeah. Just a bad dream.” You told half of the truth, unable to quite let go of the ideal world you’d been pulled out of, and still in shock. You were already recovering, though. You would be fine soon enough, with or without his help.

“What was it about?” He sounded curious when he asked, but his expression had returned to the same it always was, a little too distant to really be caring. Usually, he’d have nothing behind those eyes, but this time you swore you caught a glimpse of something.

He can’t hide it. He does care.

“Shouldn’t you already know? I’m waiting for your explanation.” You tiredly grumbled, deciding you’d rather not relieve the memory no matter how much he wanted you to.

You caught him smiling to himself as he looked away for a moment, his gaze drifting downwards. “Dreams are not representative of your soul. At least,” he finally looked your way, the smile all but gone, “not the sleeping kind.”

Your face furrowed, unsatisfied with that answer. “Okay, but can’t they still mean something? Dreams can be based in reality, can’t they? There were people in that dream that I knew, and they acted how I remembered them.” You surprised yourself with the passion you’d found disputing him. You already knew full well where this had come from, though. This was the first time he hadn’t given you a real answer.

He gave a defeated sigh. “The first rule of dreams is to never treat them as if they were real. I’ve learned that from experience.”

“What are your dreams like?”

Harrow can only give a warm smile, and he reached out his hand, brushing against your cheek. For a moment, you’re captured by the gesture, but you soon begin to notice that it’s his way of dodging the question.

The manipulative motherfucker.

He seemed to read your mind, and got his words in first. “I made you breakfast.” The smile he followed with cushioned his calculated blow.

“Breakfast?” Your confusion, unlike his emotions, was poorly hidden.

“It’s just toast.” He added modestly.

Only now did you remember to look away from his face, and sure enough, he had one hand still next to you, and the other further one grasping a plate with two slices of toast, which he brought towards you. They appeared to be spreaded with jam, but for your mind in a half-awake moment, they looked like blood.

“Oh, thank you.” You managed to slip out, tucking that morbid idea away back in your mind. Harrow gave you a grateful smile in return, carefully bringing himself to his feet. As always, he was accompanied by that sickly crunch that made you wince as if you’d heard it for the first time all over again.

Suddenly, perhaps brought back to reality by that horrible wake-up call, you were able to finally put your dreaming thoughts behind you and realise that he'd been watching you. Waiting for you. That made you feel uneasy. “How long have you been here?”

His answer was immediate, smooth and calming. “Don’t concern yourself with that.”

His delivery alone almost has the power to put your questions away, but you resist his efforts, raising an eyebrow. “I’m concerned anyway.”

He gave a dry chuckle. “As long as I wasn’t in your dreams, I was only here for a few moments.”

That doesn’t instil you with confidence, but when you finally touch your toast, it is still warm. Very warm, in fact. There must have been some truth to that statement.

When you look up from your plate, he’s standing by your door, ready to open but not quite ready to leave. For a moment, your eyes lock with one another, and he continues to linger, not daring to blink. You’re not sure what to give him, so you wait for his move.

But he never makes a move. He breaks the gaze and, looking conflicted, leaves without another word. You could tell he didn’t quite know what to do with you, wondering if, perhaps, you were the problem. You remembered what he had told you before: “If you give me nothing, I can’t give you anything either.” You had to give something to him.

He wasn’t in my dream. Unless he was the one that woke me up.

***

It had been a while since you had heard from Harrow, so much so that you were starting to get suspicious.

His absence was understandable, he was a busy man, since you had touched down the Alps you’d barely seen him at all, caught up in whatever he was working on.

And yes, you had now travelled halfway across Europe with him. This wasn’t special treatment, really. He had hand-picked a few of his most loyal followers to accompany him. People he trusted. You qualified for that, apparently, and when he had told you this, his gaze searing into your soul like a threat, there was no option to say no.

You knew for sure you were not the most loyal, and you didn’t quite know if he even trusted you, but what was clear was that he wanted you to be with him. You felt, almost, like his favourite, and the socially-starved attention seeker in you liked that.

But in light of that, you found it strange that he had left you to your own devices so quickly.

The cause comes first, I’d imagine.

He was too busy attending to the locals on his first night, which you also understood. Some of which appeared suspicious and… armed? You didn’t quite believe that, and chose not to. The rest were people like yourself, other, innocent cult members.

Goddamn, am I a cult member now? I don't know if I'm ready to accept that.

His presence to them was a rare occurrence, and a blessing. You remembered vividly how they had reacted to him, and from a distance during your evening soup you had watched those people listen to his every word as if they were his last.

All he did, it appeared, was be there. He was polite, but not much more. He was a part of their conversations, and he brought something to all of them. He was, to these people, their world.

So why isn’t he mine?

No! Don’t think that! You don’t need that.

You felt so embarrassed with your own thoughts. You only assumed it could be longing, something that you never expected to feel about him. He had promised to keep you close, made you feel special, and now it wasn’t so. You wanted him to keep that promise. You wanted him with you.

You remembered thinking something like that in the middle of your soup and nearly spitting it out at the idea. A couple of people gave you strange looks, but the only one that mattered didn’t see. That was probably for the best.

It was now morning, and quickly you were being faced with a problem. You were requested, no, required, to attend the ceremony, the very same one that had introduced you to all of this.

For a few reasons, you couldn’t bring yourself to go. One, you hadn’t bought into his beliefs. Not totally, anyway. There was a little bit too much implied murder for you liking. And speaking of which, two, you found the ceremony deeply uncomfortable on your first visit, and rathered you didn’t experience it again. You still didn’t know what happened to all those that failed judgement and at this point, you didn’t want to know. Blissful ignorance felt better than the truth in this world.

Lastly, you knew it wouldn’t further your goals in any way. If you wanted to see him again, it was best to catch him at another time. You doubted he’d notice if you weren’t there, attendance was supposed to be high. You were just one, in say, fifty. Your presence, or lack thereof, wouldn’t matter.

But a fear that Harrow wouldn’t understand any of those reasonings compelled you to at least consider still going. Even though every part of your mind was screaming not to. As it became more obvious that you were buying into all of this cult behaviour, you grasped at any last, desperate attempt to back out, even if you knew it was all futile.

You couldn’t help but pace around your room, the thoughts eating away at you. It was about half an hour until the ceremony started, and you supposed Harrow was probably gone by now. The location was not nearby, and he was one for preparation. In light of that, you felt a desire for some fresh, foreign air, and decided that a walk outside would clear your head.

With a sigh, you opened the door to leave, but you stopped mid-breath at the sight across from you.

Son of a bitch!

No, you couldn’t conceal the words in your mind.

“Son of a bitch! You scared the crap out of me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Harrow replied. The way he leaned forwards on the cane, looking at you with watery eyes, certainly screamed apologetic, but the playful little smile he gave seemed to suggest that wasn’t quite true.

You began to recover from your scare, and after observing his lack of seriousness, you played along. “You could have knocked.”

His smile began to fade. “I wasn’t sure if you were in. If you were going to the ceremony, you would have left by now.” He had the energy of a scolding parent, and you imagined he got some kind of inner satisfaction from calling you out.

“Same goes for you.” You answered back.

He smirked, looking down for a moment as his fingers rubbed the cane. “I will be on time regardless of what happens.” His head suddenly bolted back up, gaze staring straight through. “What about you?”

You scoffed. “I’ll be there.”

His head tilted. “Will you?” His questioning is soft, and doesn’t pressure you.

“Of course.”

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t lie to me.” He added your name, slowly and deliberately, sending a shiver down your spine.

He knows. Of course he knows.

You weren’t lying to him. At least not intentionally. You decided to lean into that latter fact, unsure of what to do other than continue to feign innocence. “What are you talking about?” You asked.

A smile formed on his face again, soft and comforting. “There’s no need for these games. If you’re scared to go today, the least you could do is tell me. Let me help you.” There’s no anger even after knowing of your lies, just a compassionate air to him that you liked to see.

Lost for words, you stuttered your way into a reply. “I don’t know what to say-”

He took a step forward, breaking his gaze for a moment to make sure he did so correctly. “You don’t have to say anything.” Soon, he is back to staring at you, but that, and his assurance, strangely puts you at ease. “Just listen to me. I would like you to be there today. I would like to be able to see you while all of this happens. You are the living reminder that no matter what happens, no matter what I have to do, everything will be alright. That is more important to me than you may possibly understand.”

You didn’t quite expect that. All this time he had felt so distant, so outside of your world, but the idea that you were even a part of his, let alone so important to it? You’d never been like that to anyone before. It was exactly what you needed to hear.

You were lost for words, but tried to find them anyway. “I understand. It’s just-”

“Just what?” He interrupted, head tilting again, seemingly with impatience.

“I’m scared, alright?” You snapped, but soon found yourself holding back tears, overwhelmed by everything.

You didn’t really know what exactly you were scared of, other than just, everything. Scared of the mandatory cult activity, scared of lying to him and scared of screwing everything up somehow. That was something you knew you had to keep to yourself, and now it was out there for him to use as he pleased. That scared you the most. You actually cried at that thought.

Almost immediately he responded by moving in for a hug, which you did not reject. His soft words next to your ear made all your thoughts stop. You wanted him to stay there. “There’s no need to be. You are under my protection, and Ammit’s. From this point onwards, we’re going to make sure you never feel like that again. Can you accept my help?”

You felt yourself hold him tighter, trying to find the breath for words without your tears. “I don’t know-”

He cut you off, perfectly calm in complete contrast. “We’ll figure this out together, okay?” He doesn’t even hesitate before his next words. “I love you.”

At those mere three words, your mind threw away all of its doubts, and butterflies swarmed your stomach. The thought of him feeling that way filled you with overwhelming feelings that you didn’t quite know what to do with.

Despite everything he had told you, you couldn’t help but have moments where you forgot that he cared. He seemed too far away to get that close, surely. He always found a way to surprise you. You hated that. What you would have given to have every detail of his being in your mind so that you’d know how to play around him. So that he couldn’t trip you up like this. So that he didn’t make you feel this way. He made you feel truly loved.

“I’ll see you later.” You could hear his smile and feel his breath on the side of your head. You were all too familiar with the way he spoke to you there. It was his promise, or his hidden threat. He already knew that you would be coming. You would not disappoint him.

He didn’t give you time to talk that out or think it through a little, because before you knew it he was walking away, and not a single thought could linger in your mind as the sound of crunching penetrated it. Irked by the noise, you selfishly wondered if everything he did was to hurt you in little ways, before realising something darker.

He does all this to hurt himself.

***

You’d been here before.

Not literally, but standing around with a group full of strangers, trying desperately to buy into their mindset and just… not quite getting here. This was familiar. You’d been there weeks ago, the only difference was that the first time was on a cold London evening and this was a sunny, but still cold, midday in the Alps.

Only when you considered that did you realise that everything had happened so quickly. One impulse trip for answers and suddenly you’re on an alpine holiday.

Could be worse.

One key distinction to be made this time was that you felt safe. Last time, you’d been so afraid of sticking out, and anxious over the fact that you didn’t know what was happening. But this time you were fairly certain of how things would go, and you were now armed with the experience to blend in. To everyone else, you would just be a face in the crowd.

But you knew full well that Harrow was not everyone else. If he noticed you the first time, before everything had happened between you, on the second run you could practically feel him staring into your soul when he wasn’t even there. He had requested that you’d be here and you obliged him.

You weren’t doing this for yourself, not at all. You were doing it for him.

This would have been around the time that alarm bells went off in your mind again, but this time was different. You didn’t mind doing something for him. He hadn’t given you much of a choice in the past but this time, you felt as if you truly chose to play by his rules, rather than being tricked into his games. You could have told him no, but you had decided against it. In a sense, that was freedom, and the thought of it felt as if a great weight had been lifted off of you.

In this situation, you weren’t scared, and you knew exactly what you were doing. That was why, for the first time, you didn’t feel nervous when you heard that crunching. Even when the air seemed to shift, you still didn’t quite understand how he was capable of having such a presence, you stood your ground. You knew what was coming.

The people around you lowered their heads a little. You didn’t feel pressured by their bizarre antics, and did not follow suit. I was not that you didn’t respect their revered leader, it’s just that you couldn’t see things the same way as them. You liked Harrow. In fact, you probably liked him a little too much, but not in the same way. You didn’t want to place him above you. You wanted him as your equal.

You were not quite sure if you wanted yourself equal to him or himself equal to you. There was quite the difference.

When Harrow stepped up in front of everyone, only a few feet from you, once again almost as if taking centre stage for a one-man show of strange happenings, you could have sworn you felt his stare pass over you for half a second. You didn’t doubt that he was watching for your response, because you knew he wasn’t going to be surprised by your presence. He’d made certain you’d be here. The only thing he couldn’t control was your feelings.

“Good morning. It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it? Almost like we’re in heaven. Only it’s not heaven, is it? Can’t you feel it too? The darkness, everywhere. All around us, sometimes hiding in our very hearts.”

How many times has he had to say this nonsense?

You observed the way he spoke, convicted, absolutely, without a doubt, but that soft-spoken manner of his hides it so well. The intensity, the insanity, is hidden behind layers that no one else seemed to be aware of. You realised that you knowing this at all was a gift given to exclusively yourself.

You should be grateful. But you’re more confused by why he would allow you to know this, or if he even did so knowingly.

“We’re here to make the Earth as much like heaven as possible. But before we begin, one among us isn’t fully within our cause. That changes today.” You recognise the way he calls your name, the veiled threat always in his voice now barely hiding. “Come.”

You felt your stomach drop. It was bad enough that he stared at you with pressuring intensity, but even worse when the crowd all turned to face you, somehow even less behind their eyes than Harrow ever had. He had a hand extended in your direction and the wind picked up his hair slightly, amplifying his threatening aura.

Run. RUN!

How you wanted to. How you wished you could in this moment. It might have been a combination of factors, from the pressure to your own nervousness to the fact that this man had a hold on you that you could not escape; or perhaps just one of those things, but you were stuck, and you had to obey.

You took a few cautious steps forward, gingerly raising your hand to meet him. His touch was soft, but cold. On contact, he gave you a small, friendly smile. “You’ve been observing, learning. Now, you’re ready.”

You knew that none of that was necessarily true, and he more than likely knew the same, even with the total confidence that he spoke of you with. He’d outmanoeuvred you with his words, again.

This is a trap.

He turned his gaze away from you and towards his silent audience. “Ammit is ready to accept you as one of her own.”

What does he even mean?

Your mind frantically tried to put the pieces together, but he made that much more difficult for you when you felt him grab your wrists, the contact rushing in all sorts of different, less relevant ideas. You would have welcomed it if you didn’t know exactly what he was doing, the clearest indication coming when the cane slipped between the two of you once again.

You vividly remembered the first judging, and how long it had lasted. You occupied your mind knowing that it would all be over soon. After a few moments, you were ready to let yourself go when you felt him grip you tighter, and saw his soft smile drop. Expressionless, and practically holding you captive, you felt panic seep in. Something was wrong.

In your desire to distract the awkwardness, and desperate to make it go away, you glanced away. The moment you did so, you felt him hold tighter still, even feeling one of his nails dig into your skin, causing you to wince.

“Look at me.” His words escaped in a low growl, so quiet that you doubted anyone in the audience heard them. “Don’t stop looking at me.” He sounded strangely aggressive.

You felt a tingling sensation on your arm, but your eyes were prevented from trying to see what was happening there, if anything, by the power of his words. His stare burned into you, not past you like usual, but straight at you, so strong you felt it would cut straight through. Those eyes were the only indication of anything going on in his mind. This was different. He hadn’t even looked like this the last time he tested you. Something about him was truly menacing.

Sure, he’d told you the same thing last time, but not like this. Before, he had demanded this of you, this time, for the first time, the threat had come to the surface. If only you could read that unreadable mind in the way that he could crack yours, because this moment scared you, and you were desperate for some clarity.

After what feels like an eternity, the wait causing you to feel your heartbeat in your own head, he lets go. You see green on his arm, the same result. His smile returned as if nothing had happened.

“This is the face of a good woman.” He declares, placing a hand on your shoulder in assurance.

Confused and overloaded by everything that had happened, you don’t react, but your eyes finally find the courage to glance away from him. They drift below to your right arm, and you’re shocked by an unfamiliar sight. Those damned scales had made their mark on you. The same as Harrow’s, facing the reverse direction. His own sign was now a part of you.

I’m going to be sick.

Your legs felt weak. You were now in for real. You didn’t ask for this, and despite everything, you didn’t think you really wanted it.

How did you not see this coming, you idiot?

And all of those things that Harrow had told you, how important it was for you to be here today, did that really mean anything? You remembered how much he had insisted that he didn’t force this judgement on people. And yet, he had just done that with a second thought. Had he really been honest? Did he care about you in that way? You weren’t sure what to believe anymore.

Overwhelmed by how you were now officially, for better or for worse, all in on the insanity, and most importantly, what you perceived as a total betrayal on Harrow’s part, you felt your eyelids become heavy. Your ears were ringing, but you could have sworn you heard him speak your name, but the context was lost on you. Before you could even wonder what was going on, the world went to black.

He said all of that to get me here. This was more than just a trap. He sealed my fate.

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Have you ever had a dream that felt too real? That was the question Harrow had to ask himself.

He doesn’t quite know where he is, standing in darkness. The nocturnal kind, which he knows well. But it may as well be a dark void, and he knows that the location does not truly matter.

In a gust of wind and the blink of an eye, a figure appears in front of him. Someone he hoped to never see again. Staring somehow with those empty sockets, that great beak far too close to his head, once again in his dreams he is forced to confront his great tormentor, Khonshu.

His first instinct is to step back, and when his foot goes back towards the ground, it touches something different. He already recognises the sensation before he looks. The ground is now layered with an inch of blood.

“It’s not enough.” A deep voice scolds him, always so vague, but he knows exactly what he means.

Khonshu’s skull tilted with a ghastly click, and stepped forward, blood rising around them.

Harrow finds his voice gone, his mouth opened to reject the abuser, but no sound came out. He can only stand helpless as the blood rises to his ankles, then his knees.

“It’s not enough.” The moon god repeats.

It goes past the waist. The chest. The shoulders. Soon only his head is above the rising liquid, almost fully consumed. In another blink, the end of that beak is about to touch his face.

“It’s not enough!” Now the god shouts out, his voice echoing in the void, and persisting even after he’s submerged. For far too long, he is forced to endure the sensation of drowning, and even though he knew it to be a dream, it still felt uncomfortably real. He hated it. He wished for it to end.

In a flash of light, it was all over. His eyes snap open, but they don’t see what they’re expecting. He awoke in a bright, white room. He’s not in a bed, but in a chair, and sitting at a desk across from him is a man that he does not instantly recognise.

While he comes to his senses, he can’t quite see clearly for a moment. His mind is distant and it shows when he can barely hear the words being said to him. “Arthur, you alright?” The man asks, and when he chuckles, he finally recognises the sound. It’s exactly how he sounds. “Thought I lost you there for a moment.”

Sitting across from Harrow was, for lack of a better description, himself. He is not exactly the same, though. It may have been himself, but he was presented completely differently. Short hair, thin glasses and a goofy little moustache. The way he was dressed was somehow both smart and dorky. Harrow was grateful he didn’t look like that.

“What?” At first, that was all he was able to get out. Shortly after, a quiet “Who are you?” followed.

“It’s alright, I’m your doctor.” The doctor was the complete opposite of his patient, assured in the absurd moment. He gave a polite smile. ”If you need a moment to process things, that’s alright. I won’t rush you. You did just wake up.”

A small amount of confusion overtook Harrow. The information he was being given didn’t make much sense. Such is the nature of dreams, he supposed. “Where am I?”

The doctor scoffed in shock. “You really don’t remember? I suppose this isn’t the right place, or the right time. It’s not making sense to you yet, is it? That’s alright. We can work towards that.”

“I’m still dreaming, aren’t I?” That was the only explanation that made sense to him. Certainly none of this was real, was it?

“Dreams can be based in reality, can’t they?” The doctor raised an eyebrow. “I know you’ve heard that one before.”

Harrow recognised that line, but didn’t pay it much mind. “But this doesn’t make any sense.”

The doctor leaned forward in his chair, head tilting a little. “Because I am you? Because you’re talking to yourself?” His questioning had suddenly become more serious.

“We’re not the same.” Harrow was unfazed, and refused to play along. He wasn’t quite sure of his endgame, but chose to still stand his ground, wherever this would take him.

“You’re right about that. We want different things.” The doctor only gave a warm smile at that defiant answer.

“What do you want?” He asked, seeing no choice but to oblige the too-familiar stranger.

The doctor chuckled again. “To help you.” His answer was condescending, as if obvious.

Harrow gave him a suspicious look. “I don’t need help.”

The doctor gave Harrow’s own half-smile in amusement. “You’ve spent so much time trying to help people, have you ever stopped to try help yourself?” He sighed, leaning back in his chair. ”We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

#arthur harrow #arthur harrow x reader #moon knight #ethan hawke

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Just Dizziness - Chapter 24

I felt someone embrace me as I cried. It didn't take me long to figure out it was Tom. His hold felt like home and his scent calming. I could feel him starting to cry with me.

We laid there in silence for a few minutes until q doctor came running in which is when I recognized a random beeping in the background.

I looked at Tom, his eyes red and still brimming with tears before the doctor interrupted.

"Mrs. Hiddleston, you're awake! It's such a pleasure to finally meet you. I'm Doctor Shepherd." His smile was reassuring, and it was easy to tell that his sentiments were genuine. "I hate to interrupt, but I'd like to run some quick tests if that's alright."

Tom looked at me, both silently agreeing to the request. "Of course, " Tom moved from the bed but kept a firm hold of my hand, not wanting to let go. Dr. Shepherd seemed to understand this desire and was able to work around and run the basic neuro tests, and asked the standard questions, all of which were answered to satisfaction. "And how are you feeling in terms of exhaustion?"

"Tired, headache."

"That's excellent. So far, everything looks good. There may still be some memory issues. With the unusual aspects of this case, it wouldn’t surprise me. I'd like to run a couple more tests, mostly the MRI, and keep your wife under observation for a couple days depending on how things continue to develop." He left, and Tom crawled back into bed with me, limbs entangling until I couldn't tell what belonged to whom.

"My darling love, I have missed you so much." Rather than respond, I curled into him further with an iron grip on his sweater, head in the crook of his neck.

Part of me wondered if this was real. It hadn't fully hit yet, but the longer I laid there entangled with him, the more real it started to feel.

"Please tell me this isn't a dream, I beg you."

He pulled away a bit, placed a hand under my chin, and gently moved my head to look at him. "I assure you, my dearest darling love. This is real. I am here, and I always will be." He leaned down and gave me a gentle, sweet kiss on the lips, along my jaw, then just below my ear then whispering,

I loved you before I ever met you. I will love you until the sun dies. And when it does, I will love you in the darkness

It was not hard to see the sincerity in his eyes nor the depth of sorrow in his soul. This was definitely not a dream, and for that I am glad.

Distantly I swore I heard a mixture of howling and barking. Where on earth was that coming from? Tom looked up with the same confusion but seemed to figure it out quickly with a grin.

"What?"

He smiled at me and simply said, "you'll see."

A few minutes later, a familiar gentleman entered the room with the cutest dog. "Hold on, I know you…….Ben?"

"At your service. I was picking him up about an hour ago and was going to take him on a walk, but he started going stark raving mad. Not two moments later, I get a call from Tom's mum that you woke up. Somehow he knew."

The beautiful dog leapt from Ben's arm's and into the bed, running up to give me copious amounts of hugs and kisses.

"Hey there little fella! You are just too cute!"

I looked at Tom who was trying to hide something. "Is he ours?"

Tom's POV

Dr. Shepherd did warn us, but it still hurt. "Yes, darling. His name is Bobby. I can tell he missed his mummy."

She loved and doted on him. "I'm guessing we've had him for a while?" I smiled, or at least tried to, and nodded. Bobby called down after a while and simply snuggled between us, content his mummy was back.

"I'm so glad you're awake. We've missed you, Tom more than anyone. Tom, I'll let Luke know if you'd like?"

"Yes, thank you. I would appreciate it."

I gave Ben the few updates we had. After about 20 minutes, I picked up Bobby and gave him to Ben who was taking him home for the night. I swear the whole hospital could hear his cries until Ben left the parking lot.

Mum came back and brought some decent food. "I thought you two might like something a little nicer than hospital food to celebrate the occasion." She had gone to a nearby café and picked up mushroom soup, butter croissants, and a couple of delicious looking cookies.

Your POV

"Thank you so much mum. This looks good." Tom responded for the both of us.

"Yes, thank you so much." I smiled and extended an arm, not wanting to let Tom go, as Diana approached, giving me a warm hug.

"It's so good to see you, but I'll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything." She started to leave but turned and placed a bag in the chair. "Before I forget, I brought you both a change of clothes should you want them."

I smiled and thanked her before she left. Tom maneuvered the rolly table over and set up our late lunch. I realized how hungry I was, contrary to the past few days or weeks, I'm not sure. I don't know how to measure what it all was, but I am definitely hungry now; however, this fear that the present was an illusion began to overtake me again, and I gripped onto Tom.

"What's wrong? Are you ok? Do you need me to call for the doctor?" He held me, concerned, waiting for a response.

It took me a moment before I could. "I'm afraid this will all disappear at any moment."

He looked at me with nothing but love. "I'm right here darling. I will always be here with you, whatever you need."

"Really?"

"Really. I will happily remind you every moment of every day for the rest of our lives if you need. But for now, you need to eat something." He opened my soup and helped me eat as he found that I would not let go of the vice grip on him or his shirt.

This is how it was for the rest of the day except when he needed to use the facilities, but he kept the time as brief as he could. He helped me shower and change. Sneaky mumma hiddles brought my favorite leggings and my favorite t-shirt of Tom's to wear. Tom didn't seem to care what was brought for him.

As we started to crawl back into the hospital bed, me of course with Tom's help, we noticed that someone had dropped off some flowers while we were in the shower, leaving it on the rolly table with a note. As we got comfortable, Tom read the note to me.

‘Glad to hear the wonderful news. Wishing you a speedy recovery. -Luke’

“That was kind of him,” I said, smelling the flowers. “I’m sure he’ll be eager to get you back to work soon.

“Work can wait. You come first. I’ve already had him clear my schedule for the next few weeks. I was so worried you wouldn’t…that….” His emotions got the better of him, words now failing him, and he held me close, face buried in my hair. Faintly I could hear him say, “I almost wonder if this is a dream myself, if I wished so hard for so long that now I’m dreaming it to be true.”

I felt his tears as they fell on my neck and realized there was no way I could dream this. It all felt so real, so incredibly right. Weaving a hand through his hair, I moved my other arm around his upper back, placing the hand on his neck and holding onto him tightly. His words from what I originally thought was a dream the other night echoed in my mind. “If this is a dream, I hope we can stay here together forever”

When I spoke those words aloud, he pulled back and looked at me. “You remember that?”

“I remember waking up, seeing you and thinking it was a dream and that if it was a dream, I could and would do what I wanted, and so I did. I remember you said that to me. So if this is a dream, then we’ll stay in this dream so we can be together.”

Chapter 25

#tom hiddleston #twh #tomhiddleston #twhiddleston #damn hiddleston #hiddlestoners #thomas william hiddleston #hiddleston #hiddles #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddelston imagine #tom hiddelston x reader #tom hiddelson #tom hiddleston x original female character #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x ofc #tom hiddleston x you #just dizziness

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My no-weed day yesterday went ok - it was successful at least! But I will say I definitely wanted to drink. It's not abnormal for me to have a drink or two even on weeknights, and my therapist has said if it's a couple glasses of wine or whatever then I shouldn't really worry about it since alcohol isn't my problem and it's better to focus on one thing at a time (I do want to drink less eventually though). But last night I was actually looking to get a little drunk. I ended up not really achieving that though since I spread out my drinks too much, but still. And that means I couldn't really see the difference in my sleep quality on my Fitbit since the extra alcohol would be messing that up. But it was my first no-weed day so I totally give myself slack. I just don't want to make alcohol habit of course; if that were the case then I'd rather stick to weed lol.

And the point is that just in terms of weed, it went well! Today I woke up and had a normal day, I didn't feel like I wanted weed extra bad or anything. Now it's the evening and I am looking forward to when my kSafe unlocks at 10pm, but no more than other days. So that feels really good to confirm. And I bet I'll get extra stoned tonight so that's fun too haha. It's so nice to have a lower tolerance now and actually really feel the high and be able to enjoy it rather than just mindlessly smoking out of habit and barely feeling anything.

I'd like to start incorporating weedless days; my original plan says I should be smoking only every other day by this point but I've called some audibles and hadn't started that yet. I think I can now though, meaning I won't cut myself off at the new year. Plus I just bought more weed too so I may as well just finish this eighth, which will probably last me until my break is scheduled to start. And if I run out a little before 1/15, I may as well just start my break early.

Realizing an eighth will last me about that long is so crazy to me. An eighth used to last me about three days... I've come so far!!!

#mine

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body image cw on this. ok so like there's one thing i keep thinking about as the conversation about barbie is largely dwindling and taking its usual discourse turns. going into the movie i'd seen people specifically weighing in about america ferrera's character's speech near the end, some saying it was like a Truth Spoken, others saying it was way too much, etc. so like, movie happens, we get to this scene, and it's... very practically a beat-for-beat (especially at the opening) redux of the bit of chimamanda ngozi adichie's ted talk that beyonce sampled in flawless. i ASSUME this was intentional. it is almost unthinkable to me that it is not. and i found myself agreeing with the criticisms-- it was a hair too much, and odd from this character's mouth, bombastic in a way the movie wasn't, overeager in a way that the movie seemed to be trying pretty hard to skirt, etc.

but:

1) flawless was huge 10 years ago, and adichie's words seemed a bit more... notable? brave? relevant? then. i hadn't gone into the movie expecting ben shapiro to have been right about its anti-man progressivism, but i was surprised by how dated some of its material felt. [notably, multiple of my christian conservative relatives came out of the whole right wing barbie backlash thinking that "woke" is a meaningless and stupid term to use in that context.] america ferrera's character's speech is a fairly big didactic moment, very strenuous and triumphal, and it's recycling (and defanging, see below) a decade-old pop culture monolith. you might say precious little has changed for women, and i wouldn't really argue with you, but quite a bit has changed in the norms of mainstream feminist discourse; the latter fact feels more relevant to the movie than the former. (case in point: adichie has in the intervening ten years come under fire for transphobia, and most recently made headlines for defending jk rowling.)

2) the barbie speech has the same progress by revision as the excerpt of adichie's speech. this + its starting place (we teach girls to shrink themselves / skinny but not too skinny or whatever it was) is why it's so reminiscent. but, critically, adichie's "x but not too x, y but not too y" bit ends with "otherwise you will threaten the man." america ferrera's character winds up to something like "all that just to be liked!" there's something very strange about that moment, almost bathetic, as if the whole world works on relations of friendliness and likability. i thought at the time the speech would make more sense if it were delivered by barbie as a summation of the world she's found; rather than the assumed matriarchal utopia, she's found this world where just the baseline of being liked (critical to her whole journey) is not guaranteed, and must be fought for. like, barbie is shattered to find herself not liked, and this is a notable baseline for her. it doesn't make sense as a baseline for a real woman who has a real job and real concerns, and it doesn't really make sense as a baseline for a woman in this movie, whose final act can basically be boiled down to something like 'being human is hard, but worth doing'. [for example: all this, just to be respected / to get by / to be treated like a person / to still not be treated like a person.]

3) america ferrera's character's speech is, iirc, the one time in barbie that negative body image actually comes up. the daughter's line about 'making girls hate themselves' doesn't, imo, pass muster: if you were trying to extrapolate what the big issue with barbie was from the movie, 'famously impossible and damaging body proportions, so famous that barbie is a shorthand for this sort of thing, and so impossible that people spent years producing grotesques to illustrate what a human body with barbie proportions would look like' would take some getting to, i think. more apparent in this movie is the idea that barbie has sold children this american-dream-style vision of an egalitarian world where you can be anything you want to be, and then girls have grown up into a world of inequality where this is not true, where there is no matriarchy to protect them, where doll gender politics have no purchase. barbie's world is neat and clean and unthreatening, the real world is none of these things. that's, like, the most surface level thing going on there.

given that the long speech about the plight of women begins with weight-- and thus suggests that it is if not the foremost issue that faces women, at least the first one that springs to the character's mind-- this is quite weird. presumably mattel did not want to highlight the fact that barbie was the face of eating disorders for many middle school health classes. and there's also something very funny about how this speech observes (a very instagram-fuelled observation, i think) that healthy is the new hat that skinny wears; a line delivered to margot robbie's barbie who i think quite notably does not have the standard barbie body. (by this i mean she is average height and appears to have the normal set of organs, a functional spine, etc.) the only fat person i remember getting notable screentime was one of the barbies (potentially only one?). one without some knowledge of the legacy of barbie could be forgiven for thinking that barbie was a toy born of insufficient and remedial feminist desires to let girls grow up thinking the world would be good to them.

this isn't to say that barbie failed to be either an incisive feminist text or even a notable critique of the toy's legacy, neither of which it was ever going to be. and claiming satire for it is, i think, doing some disrespect to how it reads straight. largely i have just been thinking about how time soothes the memory. probably all mattel wanted was some light revisionist history and to retread the steps of a decade-old feminist media moment to make it easier for the mothers of the world to buy their daughters barbies again, and no more needed to be said.

#i wasn't going to say a damn thing about barbie but i do keep thinking abt this #mediaposting

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(gehenna-calling) cass peach, apollo hot pepper, kelley banana

🍑 [PEACH] How do they show their kindness? How kind are they truly?

Cass is not a terribly kind person, as a baseline. She never had a great example of it to look up to, and the environment she grew up in tended to punish selfless behavior far more often than it was rewarded. But, they aren't incapable of it. The easiest way to earn their kindness is to be an obstacle towards something she wants and be open to that kind of manipulation, but the best way is to remind her of herself in some way. Cass is generally pretty ruthless with herself, but reflections of her own state can sometimes stoke those tiny motes of empathy into doing something selfless for someone else, since she feels like she herself shouldn't need it. In terms of how they show it, if it seems like Cass is being kind or supportive verbally, or through her presence, it is 100% completely fake and purely to achieve some goal. But, if Cass is being genuinely kind its almost certainly going to be through doing or giving something, usually anonymously if they can.

🌶️ [HOT PEPPER] Who would your OC declare their sworn enemy if they could meet them?

Ok initially this came to mind as a joke but honest to god I think in catching up on all the shit that happened while she was in torpor- learning about Ronald Reagan would fucking enrage her. Like, he's had beef with politicians before (he was literally a high profile cult leader in the 60's) but I think that motherfucker would take the cake in Apollo's mind as the worst of the worst and she would be sooooo pissed that he died before she woke up so she couldn't kill him herself.

🍌 [BANANA] Have parts of your OC been lost to time (in-universe)? What do they wish they could lose from themselves?

Though I haven't pinned down an exact timeline for Kellen, I don't think they've been a kindred for too terribly long- but regardless of that I'd say what they've lost more than anything is the desire for independence. When they first left home for college, they had it in their mind that they'd never be going back- that this was their escape and from here they'd be able to take control of everything and handle it on their own. Turns out they sucked shit at it, and their refusal to ask for help only made things worse. Consequently, going home again to take care of their mother felt like a defeat. Like being dragged back into the pit they'd spent their whole life trying to claw their way out of. But, in time and since being embraced and discovering how great it feels to be bound, they've sort of resigned themself to the idea that maybe they just weren't built to move through life on their own guidance. Some people were simply designed to be followers, rather than leaders, and there's no point wasting energy trying to break out of that role when they could be putting that effort towards finding someone worthwhile to follow- cause it certainly isn't Jesus. As for what they wish they could lose- they wish they cared less, specifically about their family. Kellen is a person of very intense emotions and very little control over them, and so much of the stress and strife in their life has come in part bc they simply couldn't stop caring about their shitty fucked up family in spite of all its done to hurt them. That's part of why they enjoy Bernadette as a regnant so much- her blood carries a hint of that almost primordial apathy that is the trujah curse, and it gives Kel a taste of what its like to not give a fuck.

#cass oc #apollo/leora oc #kellen oc

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Good Cop! Jason and Bad Cop! Jazz would be super hilarious 😂 Imagine Red Hood just pointing a gun at a criminal and being like, "Look, either you face my bullet or you talk your feelings out, what'll it be?"

And the criminal just scoffs, "How about we talk about my feelings?"

"Alright."

And then, this sweet young lady walks in, with a sweet smile, and says, "Now let's talk about your mommy issues."

"I'd rather face the bullet, ma'am."

AKWJDJCJFJDJJSJDJDJFJ

LMAO THIS WOULD BE THE FUNNIEST THING.

Honestly, power couple. One can make you cry and scream and regret everything.... and the other can do that as well but with a sweet smile and kind words.

Weaponized psychology.

But not like Spectra - nah, she's not into misery or causing problems. She just knows that some people would prefer death before facing their own issues.

I love this so much.

"I'd rather face the bullet, ma'am."

This will live rent free in my head.

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Mondays, am I right?

Or Danny is an Arkham Security Guard, from this post

Forgot to link some AMAZING art for this idea. Inspired the 'sneakers' part.

SOME FANART FOR MY FIC

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Sequel - Employee of the month >>

The first thing Danny said when Jazz expressed her interest in interning at Arkham was:

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?”

To which she answered:

“It is said that you have to be a bit crazy to work in Arkham, soooo…”

Danny had to agree that her response was quick and true, but still he didn’t like her going to that madhouse and probably die because, I dunno, Joker woke up wrong or she tried to psychoanalyze the Riddler. He said this to her through the phone, hoping that she could imagine him pacing up and down the apartment.

“The security there is top notch, Danny, and the bat-fam is always one call away.”

“You know as well as I do that’s bullshit. The guards are human, some of those crazies are not.”

“That term is very harmful, Daniel,” she used her mom voice.

“Sorry. But you see what I mean, right? If anything happens I won’t be there to save you. Not in time, at least.” He could try and measure how long it would take to fly from his apartment to Arkham, just in case.

There was a long silence. He heard his sister breathe in, breathe out, like she was mentally preparing herself to say something.

“I… I heard, from other interns I talked to, that guard positions are always open. And that it’s super easy to get in.”

“Jazz. Are you-”

“Don’t. I know you. Don’t think I’ll ever forget the ‘visits’ when I started college.”

Danny looked down and stopped pacing. Maybe he was a bit overprotective of his sister. Maybe he freaked out for weeks after she moved to her dorm, complaining about how long it took him to fly there.

He regretted nothing.

“Gotham is too far from Amity. I prefer cutting the chase and having you with me in Arkham than dealing with a helicopter little brother on the reg.”

He swallowed the knot in his throat. “Is this your sisterly way of telling me that I should get a job?”

“I gave up after you were fired from the Nasty Burger. Nasty Burger, Danny! Not even Val was fired, and she had another job and the Red Huntress business!”

“I know…”

Jazz sighed. “I’m going to nap a bit and then finish packing things up here. I’ll text you the site where you can apply for the guard job.”

“Thanks, Jazzy.”

“Don’t call me that. Love you.”

“Love you.”

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Time for some BatPham and DPxDC fic recs

I got a comment asking for some recs and I thought it'll be easier to have a masterlist or something in my tumblr and link that

SOOOOO I asked the BatPham server for recs and I'll just slap them here and add some that come to my mind in no particular order because it's 4:20 am (blaze it)(not really, kids, dont smoke) and ill comment some ive read personally

cheers!!!!

Now with Part 2!

Just the Typical Weirdness by Pandemi

The Phantom and the Knight by savya398

The Auction by Lalenja (young justice crossover)

30 Days of Kidnappings by Hyperintrovert

Types of Family by NerdofSpades

Unearthed, Reborn by QueenOfTheQuill

Pearls and Pomegranates by Evandarya (BrainDead (TimxDanny) inspired in Hades&Persephone)

The Fantabulous Emancipation of Danny Fenton by HistoricallyInnacurate

It Matters to Have this Ghost Clan Near (This Family I Never Knew) by SagaDuWyrm

The Captain and the King by Sivan5733 (A series featuring Captain Marvel AND John Constantine)

Change in Management by voidwriting (Love me some Sentient Gotham, I actually have to catch up with this gem of a fic) - with fanart!

Beauty lays behind the hills by Library_of_Cronos

moon's haunted by heybabybird (funny)

Speed Dial by apotheosis_avaritia (funny but short :( I want more)

Concession to Realism by wildimaginingsofhalfbakedideas (danny yeeted to WFA universe. Very cute)

Ghosts Don't go to High School by Evandarya (BrainDead cuteness tbh i love this one)

close enough to be whole again by hailsatanacab (twins Danny and Damian. ANGST. Good shit right here)

Green skies by siren_of_the_ocean

It's Hard to Make Friends When You're Half in the Grave by SagaDuWyrm

Leap Before You Think by TourettesDog

overbearing obsession by Ocearna (good shit right here, Ocearna's writing..... good)

Shrodinger’s Bat by Michaelisunderrated (angst! I have to catch up but it's really good as far as I read!!!)

Afterimage by TorScrawls (THE DESCRIPTIONS HERE! ELDRITCH DANNO..... GOOD)

Robin's Egg by Calix (really good!!!!! Damian is so serious and dangerous and will protect Danny like the "I only had X for a day but I would kill..." meme)

Raising Phantom by Imp_y (good shit!!!! de-aged Danny! Some Anger Management (JazzxJason) hints, batfam dynamics!!!)

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828 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

Jason headcanon for y'alls consideration:

Jason needs glasses to read.

The boy must have read books in conditions that aren't optimal for reading. Since he was a kid.

Sure, the Pit could heal it all, but he was back it with his old habits after coming back to life, like hiding in dark corners to read. Places where no one would find him and he wouldn't be interrupted.

Sure, he could bring a lamp, but he was perfectly fine reading with whatever little light he got, why bother?

Fast forward some years, he notices that words get blurry and he has to squint more and more.

Roy mocks him. He looks like an old lady. Like a dad reading the newspaper.

He gets sent memes about old people facing small screens and modern technology

(Yes I'm pushing the Old Man Jason agenda as well, as seen in PandaRedd's skits.)

The thing is

He needs glasses to read.

Artists of Tumblr, please, I beg you. Jason with glasses.

1,372 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

An DC × DP AU wherein the whole of the Batclan is out of Gotham leaving Alfred with an empty mansion while the worst blizzard in decades in smothering out all crime in Gotham and Victor Fries is on a sort of parole with the League to conduct investigations on a Sub-Zero planet at the behest of the locals.

All is quiet until a silent alarm goes off and informs Alfred that one of the patio doors had been opened from the outside despite being locked, Alfred makes his way to the camera room to gaze upon the possible thief if not thieves. Instead he is greeted by a group of six poorly clad teens with two of them showing early signs of frostbite while another looks as if they are on the verge of going into hypothermia. Alfred realizes that the break in was to find shelter rather than ill intent, furthermore after listening in on the teens he is able to detect an Illinois accent among the group and mentions of a "Guys in White" as well as hearing the young woman who could be a twin of a younger Miss Gordon mentioning "waiting out the blizzard and finding Batman".

Rather than waiting or doing what anyone else in his position would do by calling upon Gotham's Finest to removing the group, Alfred maeldebhisvway to the kitchen to whip up a batch of his beloved Hot Cocoa and made his way to the teens unconcerned for his safety as none of the six seemed particularly dangerous especially the three who appeared to be in the most dire of conditions.

An AU in which Six Teens (Danny, Jazz, Sam, Tucker, Valerie, and Dani) from Amity Park are on the run from the Ghost Investigation Ward and they break into Wayne Manor in search of Safety. An Alfred centric idea as the Batclan are all elsewhere and the blizzard making moving about Gotham nearly impossible, with the GIW in search of the Six.

You know what? We need more Alfred-centric fics. Alfred is the best and is the original adopter of the Wayne clan.

I mean he looked at the wet pathetic cat that was Bruce and said "this one, this is my son now".

I can imagine he notices that the kids aren't normal kids... skittish, won't let him touch them, one looks pale but swears he isn't injured, Barbara's doppelgänger is the mom of the group despite not being much older...

He sends a text to Bruce and the others, but messages are not going through with the blizzard. He considers using the Watchtower to pass on the message, but it's not an emergency, is just a hunch.

He makes the decision, then. A secret for a secret - he works for Batman and will ask him the favor to help.

They don't buy it until Alfred proves it, somehow. And then-

Then the kids start talking. Alfred can see that they don't want to reveal a lot, that they don't want to worry him or speak too much without Batman here or are used to not speaking at all.

"Batman has the no kill rule," Alfred says after he got a clearer picture of their situation, "but I don't."

I'd love to read this. Right now I don't have the spoons, so if anybody can and want to, this is up for adoption!!!

(ha!)

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celestemagnoliathewriter · 2 years

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I can't tell if you like the Marauders or Snape more. Which one do you like?

I like and dislike them both for different reasons. I'm not really anti any of them, nor am I pro any of them (except older Remus!). They all have their pros and cons, which I'll very briefly list here:

James: we know so little about him from canon, other than the fact that he bullied/pranked others, eventually won Lily over, fought in the war, and died in an attempt to give Lily time to run off with Harry. I actually think of James as a "woke" Draco Malfoy, in that he's got all the pampering and swagger, fighting for the "little guys," but not super aware of the broader societal problems. He's a teenager, to give him some credit, but his worldview is rather distorted. As a character, I'd give him a 5.5/10. He's okay.

Peter: we know more about him, thankfully. He was the tag-along friend. In one of my fics I tried exploring how and why he gave into Voldemort, and my conclusion is that his friends grew up and moved on but he didn't. Remus was off with werewolves, Sirius was doing who knows what, and James had a family. We know Sirius & James were the closest, so it's safe to assume that after school, their little group fell apart a little. Peter got left behind and when faced with defending his old friends or joining what looked like a stronger cause, it makes sense. Not to say Peter's betrayal is on his friends - he still had full agency - but my head canon is that Peter felt left out and took his anger out in a really misguided way. As a character, I'd give him a 4/10. Meh.

Sirius: we know a lot more about him! Adult Sirius and teen Sirius are almost two different people to me. So we'll start with teen Sirius. Teen SB is a little shit. He, like James, is a product of his upbringing. Yes, he wants to rebel and fight for the good guys. Yes, he wants to fight against prejudice. However, in doing so, he forgets about others' feelings or how his actions affect others. His temper and pride get the best of him - he thinks he's better than others because he, too, is "woke." As an adult, he's better, in some ways, because he does recognize mistakes and he's more than punished for it. He eats rats for Harry to stay closer to him. He improves with time, like a good wine. 7/10.

Remus: just like Sirius, I need to differentiate between adult Remus and teen Remus, but he's got similar issues either way. Remus is a coward at all ages. He wants so desperately to be liked (understandable, given his condition) that he doesn't call out what's going wrong. He is loyal to a fault. He hides behind excuses over his wrongdoing or his inaction. He's not challenged very much - none of the Marauders are - in terms of personal growth, until he's older. This is why I ship Remadora and not Wolfstar. Tonks challenges Remus to be better; Sirius is literally in arrested development after the age of 22. But, this paragraph is about Remus. By the end of DH, he's happier and has shown tremendous personal growth. 10/10. Chef's kiss.

In a brief scenario to show what I mean, imagine the four Marauders dealing with aggressive racists:

Sirius and James: start beating them up after a heated argument because "that's what they deserve"

Peter: joins in the beating up because Sirius and James went in first and are clearly winning

Remus: doesn't think solving violence with violence is the right thing to do, but stands to the side and says nothing.

Now, for Snape:

Snape: again, teen Snape vs. adult Snape, two different people. We'll start with teen Snape. He is understandably bitter. Like the others, he's looking for a place to belong. He might have creepy little friends and a desire to "out" Remus as a werewolf, but none of these things deserve death or torture. As for his friendship with Lily: they are both immature. Lily probably doesn't understand the enmity and implications of the relationships among wizards in the houses or by blood status. What Snape said to her - calling her a Mudblood - was not unforgivable, IMO, especially considering the trauma that led up to it. However, Lily's a teen girl in this scene and she's got her own friends who likely haven't helped. Snape loses Lily, and at that point he's really got nothing left to lose.

OK, now for the big things. Snape trying to save Lily while not bothering with Harry or James. I definitely think he didn't care if James lived or died. I think Harry, in Snape's eyes, was a lost cause. Voldemort was set on killing the kid, and Snape had probably seen enough that he knew it was a lost cause. That being said, if Lily had survived, I doubt the friendship could be salvaged. Was it selfish of him to want to save Lily only? I think so. But, like many people (realistically) he wanted to save his own priorities.

Now adult Snape - no excuses for the way he treated the children, even if he was covering as a Death Eater torturing Gryffindors. Yes, all the teachers at Hogwarts had their issues (and this is a red herring logical fallacy, btw, to compare Snape to others), and Snape was particularly cruel.

That being said, he was committed to defeating Voldemort, even if his reason was very personal. He was committed to helping Harry stay alive, again, even if it might've just been revenge on the man who killed Lily. He's neither the first nor the last person/character to go into a battle with a single cause. He could've said screw it, I'm out, but didn't. Yes, he was a dick to children and yes he was cruel, but he was committed, till the end, to helping Harry, Dumbledore, and the Order to defeat Voldemort.

I give Snape a 7/10 for similar reasons as I gave Sirius a 7/10. He made some major mistakes - and continued to do so - but where it mattered most, he helped.

In the example above of Marauders dealing with racists, this is a bit how I see it if Snape had been involved:

Snape: does nothing immediately. Plans a long, slow burn to destroy the racists' cause, lives, and credibility. Changes nothing about his life otherwise.

So...to answer the question...took a little time to get there, whoops...Marauders = meh. Teen Snape = meh. Adult Sirius = better. Adult Remus = give me more of that man. Adult Snape = better.

#not really pro snape #not really anti snape #not really pro marauders #not really anti marauders #they're all little shits in some ways

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girlvinland · 2 years

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I feel like I’m coming to terms with the fact that where I am right now is not really where I want to be. It’s sort of been in the back of my mind for years now- apparent in my thought processes and the things I’ve told close friends and whatnot, but it is true that once you sort of settle into a routine with someone it becomes harder to let go of it bc it almost becomes like a safety net- getting out of it seems like it would be very scary and hard. After tangling myself up in something like that for so long, I realize a lot of pressure to get engaged came from outside forces (this isn’t what I actually want but it’s what I’m supposed to be doing in a certain timeframe or w/e, nor is this the person I really want to spend my life with but it’s been too long to do anything about it now so I’ll resign myself to it despite feeling like I’m just a roommate of someone). Looking back, I feel like I made the wrong choices, but I also feel like hindsight is 20/20. I also also feel like I ignored so many of my own feelings so many times that when things started to feel “too real” it finally made me kind of freak out internally. A lot of this, too, is extremely related to sexuality and my exploration of it since I was about 15 or so (which is kind of sad since I’m over 30 now but it is what it is, esp where and how I grew up). Like you look back at all the ways you hid or deprived yourself bc you felt like certain things were not an option for you (given a variety of reasons), and when you finally start to come into yourself everything begins to make sense. The worst part of the entire thing is hurting other people unintentionally, especially when they’ve been good to you. The best part is seeing some sort of freedom ahead of you, a way to actually get back to being yourself again. I think the thing that finally woke me up was like, finding a wedding venue and realizing I cannot see myself continuing on this path and actually finding happiness, but rather I’d just be resigning myself to thinking I’m doing what I’m “supposed” to be doing to please everyone else around me. Like a low-level numbness for the rest of my life instead of actually living and being happy and making someone else happy. And also just like, going back and kind of reviewing past relationships/friendships, the sort of envy I had at seeing my wlw friends get the life I wanted and thinking I could never have it bc I'd already carved out an inescapable, depressing little niche.

At this point in my life, I think my best option is to split amicably and just get back on track for myself- go back to school like I wanted, find another job I enjoy, keep up contact with my friends and make new ones so I don't isolate or anything. I just feel like having an engagement and experiencing a little bit of sadness that you're like entering a new phase of life/letting go of some old stuff is probably normal, but also being excited is probably part of it. I don't think having a complete breakdown and mourning your life and sexuality is as normal (then again I've never done this before and idk what other people experience). I just don't want to like go through something w/ someone out of obligation and then years down the line keep wishing I hadn't done it, don't want to like, someday be questioning those decisions when I know pretty much how life would be if I stayed. I feel like I'm realizing the longer you drag things out the harder it gets to change it, and I don't want that sort of pain to be worse on anyone someday. So, that's kind of what's been going on in my life lately. Just trying to work through it all and see what I can do to get back on a life track I actually feel good about.

#by bug #just personal life stuff #im doing surprisingly okay today really

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illyaana · 3 years

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Hey... Could you maybe... Could you make a oneshot consisting of Bakugou's older sibling reader (I'd prefer it to be gender neutral with a more masculine style, however you prefer) x Midnight? 🥺🥺 I love her so much and Horikoshi did her dirty. You can do whatever oneshot that you want/comes to mind, I just want something fluffy. Thank you UwU

Udk how much I squealed getting this as my first ask!

(also whoever you are you made my day/week/month (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ)

I agree, Horikoshi did her dirty. She had some moments but that was IT. I tried my best, hope you like it!!

(it's more of a you being a hero and being in a relationship with Nemuri rather than a one-shot surrounding your relationship, but there's a bunch of fluffy stuff at the end, so gehe-)

Tags: Midnight x Bakugo's Older Sibling! Reader, Binaural, Fluff, Minor Cursing, Mentions of Blood

Your Quirk: Liquid Maker - You conjure a liquid in your hands (smtg like sweat) when you want to and it can become anything. Name it, you got it hun <3

Synopsis: You are a hero (obviously gehe-) and you were catching some villains. Suddenly a huge explosion came from the middle of Musutafu and you headed straight to the crime scene.

Word Count: 2163

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You woke up to the sweet smell of smoke coming from the living room. Groaning, you got off your comfortable bed and raced to the living room to stop Bakugo from his daily antics.

"You really got to stop doing this in the morning, Katsuki," you told the younger male, "It's literally," you looked at the clock, "8 am in the morning and my half-asleep self could've gotten hurt stopping you from breaking all hell loose."

Katsuki scoffed while looking at you. "Why aren't you at work yet? As you said, it's already 8 am."

"Later shift today! I only start at around 10 am."

"Wow, aren't you lucky?" Katsuki said as he walked towards the stove, "I'm making pancakes, but I won't make even one for you until you go bathe. You look disgusting."

"Okay, okay." You say, raising your hands and rushing to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

After bathing, you head back into your room and began to wear your skin-tight hero suit.

You groaned slightly as you slowly pulled the form-fitting clothing up your body.

"I swear to God this isn't getting easier."

"You are literally a fatass, so I'm not surprised," you heard Katsuki scream from the kitchen, "I pity Midnight. The fact she needs to be around a literal piece of garbage who doesn't even look good."

"At least I have someone, unlike your childish ass."

"I am a child," he retorted.

You sigh as you open your room door and head back to the kitchen.

"One day, you're going to wish you were nicer to the people around you."

"Maybe," Katsuki said while passing you a plate with a stack of three pancakes, "...but I am pretty sure you aren't going to be one of them, judging by how much you baby me."

"But you are a child! Didn't you say so a few minutes ago?" you say as you pinch his cheeks, earning a growl from him, "Woah, calm down dog."

"Shut up and eat, fatass."

You chuckle at his words and proceed with the order given by your younger brother.

You loved getting later shifts on Fridays. These were the quieter days in the Bakugo household. Mom usually took her extra days off on Fridays like today, extending her weekend. Dad left for work earlier on Fridays but he'd always buy some spicy thing for Katsuki and you to have in the morning. Something to wish us a good day, I presume. And to top it all off, you and Katsuki would have these "sibling" moments, which mostly consisted of you annoying him to the point he'd lash out at you.

"You're a really good cook, Katsuki. These pancakes keep getting better!" you compliment the 10-year old.

And there it was: you entertainment of the day - Katsuki trying to say thank you but failing miserably thanks to his own pride as a "man".

"T-than- that's obvious, isn't it?" he ends, a blush present on his face, "I make pancakes every single time you have a later shift because you like it. If I'm getting better, that means you've been getting more later shifts. That means you've been slacking off, you stupid Pro Hero!"

"...how did you even get to that idea?"

After calming down a raging Katsuki, you put on your gear and head to the entrance of the house.

"Have a good day at school, Katsuki. Don't do anything you'd regret," you playfully warn him before leaving the house.

The streets of Musutafu were usually peaceful. Ever since All Might became the Symbol of Peace, the crime rates have dropped extensively. Yet, there are always one or two little naughty kids that wanted to play with their quirks - or in simpler terms, people who act like kids and try to do minor crimes using their quirks.

Using the liquid formed in your hands, you aimed at the legs of the two running males in black and wrap their legs together. Within a second, the liquid instantly formed into a rope and bounded their legs together, forcing them to fall face down.

"You both gave me a good morning run, thanks for that!" You say as you place two handcuffs around their wrists, "But you should seriously think about another hobby besides stealing."

From afar, you heard a loud boom coming from the middle of Musutafu.

In an instant, you formed another bunch of rope and tied the two males around their waist and pushed them to the corner of a building.

"Run away and you'll get more than just jail time," you say as you rush off to the scene.

The minute you reached the scene, your eyes widened in fear.

Endeavor was the reason behind the whole catastrophe here?

From behind, you felt a pair of soft hands touch your shoulder.

"I know what it looks like, but trust me it isn't," Nemuri started, "A villain that has a mind control quirk is controlling Endeavor from a distance. I've been trying to locate them, but no luck."

You smiled, looking at your girlfriend.

"You managed to get all of that in a few seconds?" you ask, amazed, "I got a good one, didn't I?"

You felt Midnight pinch you from behind.

"As much as I appreciate the compliment, now isn't the time to flirt with me," the female hero said.

You nod, washing away the playful smile.

"You get all the civilians out of here and contact the heroes through the network. I'll try to get him down and knock him out," you say. Nemuri nodded and began to gather the civilians away from the scene.

"Now," you turn to face the 2nd best hero, "How does one take down someone much, much more stronger than you?"

You slowly gathered your liquid in your palm, allowing the fluid to grow in volume.

"You defeating Endeavor would be a sight to behold, not going to lie here," the villain said through Endeavor, "But I am willing to test out that theory."

You lunged at the fire user while creating a fire-resistant rope to tie him down in your hand. In the other, you managed to conjure a Haladie sword - a sword you've trained with ever since your days in UA.

Using the sword, you managed to propel yourself above Endeavor and cut his back. Using the momentum you built, you used both your feet to hit the back of Endeavor's knees, forcing him to kneel.

You immediately stabbed his dominant hand, preventing him from reacting quickly.

With a snap, the Haladie sword transformed back into its liquid state and wrapped around his left hand.

"I was never planning on defeating Endeavor but merely securing him, dear villain of mine," you say as you transformed the liquid around his left hand into a quick-cancelling glove, "It’s one point for Y/N, right now. No point for little Mindy over here."

You began to build up more liquid in your hands to hopefully form another Haladie sword or at least a blade.

The controlled Endeavor began to get up slowly and turn to face you.

"I didn't peg you to be a dumb one, Y/N."

You felt a blade pierce through your stomach.

A civilian sobbed as they pressed the blade deeper into your body, your blood dripping onto their office coat.

"I can't believe you let your guard down so easily. It was your fault to assume I could only control one person at a time, little hero," the controlled civilian said midst crying.

"And that will be your downfall," Endeavor said as small flames began to grow from the palm of his right hand.

The knife that once was in your body was violently ripped out of your body by the controlled civilian and then used to kill themself by piercing their heart.

Tears fell as you saw the now lifeless male bleed to death right beside you.

"Oh don't worry," Endeavor said, "I'll make sure you also go with him, too. That small wound won't kill you, I know that."

You saw Midnight running towards you along with Eraserhead and All Might.

"You know, I always pictured you crying over a dead Nemuri Kayama whilst bleeding from your stomach, have you?"

Your eyes widened at the statement.

There was no way you were going to let that villain kill her.

"Eraser," you screamed, "Erase his quirk and get Midnight out of here."

'Please don't fail on my now, buddy,' you told to your body as you ran towards Endeavor, 'You still have to live for the people you love.'

You quickly formed another Haladie sword and vaulted from the floor towards Endeavor.

You managed to grab the hand aimed at Midnight and pushed it towards you. Using the remainder fluid you had, you formed another quirk-cancelling glove on Endeavor's right hand.

You could hear a sigh of relief from both Nemuri and Shouta, making you smile.

From afar, you heard All Might saying that he caught the villain that was controlling both the civilian and Endeavor. You were shocked when you heard the number one hero's laugh of victory.

You were amazed at the skill the male had.

A villain that took two people to search for was found by him in a few minutes.

Soon, the wound formed by the dead civilian began to take effect as your vision became hazy.

Before you could lose consciousness, you felt Nemuri's hands wrap around you, catching you before you fell.

When you woke up, you heard the sound of hospital monitors beeping. You felt a small hand gripping around your left hand.

"Why did you let them stab you, idiot," you heard your younger brother say, "Don't go teaching me a lesson with your death - it won't work."

You chuckled, looking at the younger blonde. "If this doesn't work on you, I don't know what will."

Katsuki began to sob on your blanket while gripping on the four fingers his small fingers could grip.

"It's okay, Kacchan," you saw a green-haired boy patting his back, "He is here and he is alive. That is all that matters, okay?"

You smiled, looking at the greenette.

"What's your name?" you ask him.

"I'm Izuku Midoriya! I'm friends with Kacchan," he says with a beaming smile.

"Kacchan, huh?" you tease, "You are really close friends with Kacchan, aren't you?"

Before Izuku could reply, you felt Katsuki pinch your leg.

"I don't even know why I care for you, you fatass."

"Oh, how you wound me," you feign sadness as the ten-year-olds left your room.

You smile at the sight of the greenette consoling your brother as they walk out of the room.

You look up to the ceiling, sighing.

"You are a bit too young to be sighing so loudly, Y/N," Nemuri said as she slowly opened the door, "I saw what you did there. Don't tease Katsuki so often, he is quite mature for his age, you know?"

You smile, looking at Nemuri with her hands on her waist.

"He's growing too fast. I need small moments like this to remember how innocent he is before he becomes the raging little twit I know he'll become."

"Woah, Woah, Woah," she says, laughing, " 'Raging little twit'? You really are a bad brother."

You begin laughing, "I have to be the playful one or else the Bakugo's would be a family of three brooding people and one peaceful man."

"True."

Your eyes widen.

"You aren't supposed to agree, you know?"

"My mother taught me not to lie," she says, smiling.

"Well, white lies aren't bad."

She sits beside you and holds your hand. Tears slowly escape her eyes as she looks at you.

"You are okay, right?" She says, sniffling.

You slowly wipe off her tears and put the palm of your hand on her cheek.

"I'm fine, Nemuri."

You slowly move towards her and place a kiss on her forehead.

You pat the empty side of your bed, "Want to join me?"

She slowly nods as she walks to the empty side of the bed and gets in. Her legs immediately wrap around your left leg as she places her head against your chest. Her left hand extends around your waist and hugs you.

"What are you, a koala?" you joke.

"What can I say? You are a comfy tree."

"Well, I am glad to be of service."

Soon, Nemuri goes to sleep. Soft snores can be heard from her as she rubs her head against your chest.

'The koala became a cat,' you thought to yourself.

Your right-hand goes to the top of her head, ruffling her hair.

"I love you so much, Nemuri Kayama. I always will. If I had to, I would gladly lay my life down so that you'd be safe. I know you're asleep and probably can't hear this, but you are the most important thing in my life - don't forget that," you tell her sleeping figure as you fall asleep.

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dr-addieramsey · 3 years

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Movie Night

Book : Open Heart - Post book 3 (A few weeks after they said their ' I love you's ')

Pairing : Ethan Ramsey X F!MC(Adelaide Nicholson)

Category : Fluff

Rating : Teen+

Summary : It' s just a simple movie night with zero plot....

A/N : This is my first fic so I'm sorry if it turns out to be trashy. English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes........

It was Friday night and Ethan was sitting in his living room, a medical journal in his one hand and a glass of scotch in another. His apartment was quiet and he was really grateful for the silence. It had been a hectic week. Being the Chief of Medicine was not an easy job and all he really wanted to do was enjoy his night and the next day off. Jenner was sitting by his feet.

Although he was really enjoying the silence a part of him wished that his girlfriend was there with him. Girlfriend. Although the term seemed juvenile he still couldn't believe he got to call her his. The beautiful Head of Diagnostics always soothed his mind and felt like home. He had no idea how she did that but he was grateful that he had her in his life. Ever since he had told her a few weeks back that he loved her and she - to his relief - had said those words back they both were over-the-moon happy.

This week although she had been really busy. The Diagnostics team had a really tough case assigned to them two days back and being the head of the team she had the responsibility to solve it as soon as possible before the patient got worse. On top of that she also had to review resumes and select a new member for the team. After Ethan left the team there was one spot on the team which needed to be filled. This meant extra work for her. Ethan had offered to help her with the interviews but everyone she just said "You already have so much on your plate being the chief of medicine and anyways it's the part of the job so I have to do it. Right?" He was proud of her as her mentor and boyfriend.

But tonight he just wished she could be with him. Although he had seen her in the evening before leaving the hospital he really missed her. His train of thought was interrupted by his phone that started buzzing. He looked at the caller ID and saw Tobias' name. He was in no mood to pickup the call yet he hit the 'accept call' option.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ethan! We just diagnosed the case we got two days back and we were about to go for some drinks to Donahue's. You wanna come?"

"Is Addie with you?" If she was with them and going for drinks, Ethan would go there no matter how strongly he wanted to avoid drunk interns and idiots who wanted to talk to him.

"No. We asked her to come with us but she said she had paperwork to complete. Last I saw her she was in the office. Now, answer my question. You're coming or not?"

"Thanks for asking but I'd rather sit at home and enjoy the peace of my apartment. You enjoy. Congratulations on the solve. Bye." Ethan immediately end the call before Tobias could say another word. He placed his phone on the table and picked up his journal. His phone started buzzing again. This time he picked it up without checking who it was expecting it to be Tobias again.

"Tobias I told you I don't want to go!"

"You should really stop treating him like that babe." Addie said in her melodious voice. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he heard her voice at the other side of the line.

"Addie! Sorry I thought it was Tobias again. So, are you still at the hospital?"

"Nope! I just left. I was really missing you. What are you doing?"

"Reading a medical journal, drinking scotch and missing you."

"Yeah? You're missing me?"

"Ofcourse..." Before Ethan could finish his sentence he was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Just a second, love. There is someone at the door." He started moving towards the door."Who could be there so late?" he muttered to himself. As soon as he opened the door he was delighted to see who was at the door. Adelaide stood at the door. She looked exhausted yet beautiful. A smile made its way on her face when she saw him.

"Hi!"

"Hello, baby!" He immediately pulled her in for a kiss. Both of them let a contended sigh when the broke the kiss. Jenner came to the door wiggling his tail. She scratched him behind his ear a few times. She took of her shoes and and coat. He immediately guided her in the living room towards the couch.

"You want something to eat or drink?"

"Yes please! Can you order some pizza or maybe make some popcorn? I would like to watch a movie with you after I take a shower, only if you want to ofcourse."

"Okay, I'll make popcorn and order pizza. You go take a shower."

She made her way to the bedroom and Ethan headed to the kitchen to make popcorn

~15 minutes later ~

Ethan was on the couch ready with blankets and popcorn. Pizza had arrived a few minutes back. Everything was set up.

Adelaide walked out of the bedroom. She was wearing his black hoodie and she had her blonde hair braided. How does she manage to look beautiful in everything, he thought to himself. She smelled lilies and vanilla because of her body wash. He loved spending his nights with her in his arms.

She snuggled next to him on the couch, her head on his chest. His arm immediately went around her shoulders as if it was second nature. Everything felt right.

"So rom-com or horror?" she asked him

"What the hell is rom-com Rookie?"

"Oh my god, Ethan you are ancient. Rom-com means romantic comedy!" She started laughing and he swore it was one of his favourite sounds.

"You're not subjecting me to that kind of stuff. Let's watch horror."

"Okay! But fair warning, I scream a lot. Your ears may start to bleed. Also save me if in have a heart attack."

"Nothing will happen to you. I'll protect you." he said laughing.

"Okay Mr. Knight in shining Armor. I'm starting the movie now."

~Half-way into the movie~

Addie was practically sitting in Ethan's lap by now. Everytime she suspected a horror scene coming up she closed her eyes and buried her head in his shoulder. She was screaming at the actors to not go in that direction or to ignore the sounds and Ethan couldn't control his laughter. As much as he would've enjoyed to just sit in silence and cuddle he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying this.

"NO! NO! NO! DON'T GO THERE YOU FOOL! HE WILL KILL YOU! OH MY GOD, ETHAN HE IS GOING TO DIE!"

"Scream a little louder and maybe he'll listen to you Rookie. Don't worry as I said I'll protect you." Ethan said laughing loudly this time. The next thing that Ethan's mind registered was a bunch of popcorn hitting his face.

"First you protect yourself!" He was not the type of person to start food fights while watching movies, but she brought out a side of him that he didn't know he had. He also picked a few popcorn and threw them at her. She filled her hands with popcorn and got up from the couch. Ethan aslo took the bowl.

"You sir, have started a fight." She threw more popcorn at him. He reacted immediately throwing popcorn at her.

"Ethan stop! It'll get stuck in my hair!"

"You're the one who started it Rookie." He got up and wrapped his arms around her. They both were looking in each other's eyes. Blue and green met and both were filled with adoration.

"I love you, Addie"

"I love you too, Ethan"

Their lips met in a kiss. It was soft and gentle at first and then it grew passionate. Their mouths danced together. She put her hands on his chest and he put his and on the small of his back. They broke the kiss and looked into each other's eyes filled with desire.

"I think we have had enough of the movie. I have better ideas."

"Well I never say no to 'better ideas.' "

He lifted her and she started giggling. He carried her to the bedroom and shut the door.

~The next morning~

Ethan woke up when the sunshine entered the room. He moved his hand to the other side of the bed and it was cold. He groaned and got up. He started looking for Addie around the apartment.

When Ethan entered the kitchen he saw some pancakes and a cup of coffee on the table. It looked like it was freshly made. He smiled when he saw the sight. He moved towards the table he saw a note beside the plate. He picked it up and started reading.

Good morning,

I had to leave early for my shift. I made you breakfast. I'll come back in the evening. I'll have my break 10 a.m. Call me if you're free. Enjoy your day off. I'll miss you all day long. Love you.

Addie❤️

P.S. : I gave Jenner his food

Ethan was filled with love for this woman. He considered himself the luckiest man in the universe and promised to never let her go.

I know it was wierd 😂. Again I'm sorry for any mistakes.......

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#open heart fanfiction #open heart #ethan jonah ramsey #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc

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I am exactly where I am meant to be

Summary:

After their reunion at Fin and Phoebe's non-marriage, Rafael and Sonny explore their relationship and feelings.Happens right after this story Pick the brush and colour your own sky Can be read independently.

Song used for this story : It feels like home - Chantal Kreviazuk

🌈 Happy Pride month ! 🌈

To celebrate, 1 day, 1 story.Be ready for smiles, laugh, fluff, tooth rotthing fluff, positive vibes and a lot of love!

Awakened by an unfamiliar feeling, Sonny opened his eyes, and gradually became aware of his surroundings.

It was still dark outside.He was not at home, this was not his bed. Most of all, he was not alone.

Little by little his mind, still clouded by sleep, remembered the events of the night before and he couldn't help but smile.

"So, are we finally waking up?" whispered a raspy voice in his hair.

Sonny turned around in the arms that were wrapped around him and his face was only a breath away from Rafael's who was looking at him with a fond smile.

"Hi there." replied Sonny's voice still sleepy before placing a kiss on his lips.

"No regrets?" asked Rafael as he gently tucked a strand behind his ear.

Sonny, moved by the intimacy of the moment, just shook his head as he gazed into Rafael's eyes.

Rafael softly followed Sonny's facial features with his fingertips while returning his gaze and said in a whisper, "You know Sonny, sometimes, there is something in your eyes which makes me want to lose myself in your arms."

As if to emphasize his words, Rafael tightened his embrace around Sonny and buried his face in his neck. They remained like that for a long time in silence. Basking in each other's presence.

Sonny had a little trouble getting used to the way Rafael was honest, he wasn't used to him opening up like that, but he felt like opening his heart in the same way.

"Rafael..."

Rafael lifted his head, a questioning gleam in his eye. "Sonny?"

Moved by Rafael's voice speaking his name as no one else would, Sonny couldn't help but tell him, "Rafael, when you say my name like that, there's something in your voice which makes my heart beat fast and I can't help but hope this feeling lasts the rest of my life"

It was Sonny's turn to bury his face in Rafael's neck, embarrassed by the meaning of what he had just said. They had only been together since last night, had shared a few kisses, had talked a little, had just slept together and Sonny was already talking about the long term. When would he learn not to get carried away?

He raised his head and a little panicked, began to stammer, "I mean... I didn't mean... anyway I know it's only since yesterday that-"

"Hey Sonny, calm down. I wouldn't have come last night if I wasn't serious about our relationship and thinking long term. I think we're both grown up enough to know what we want, right? Don't censor yourself Sonny, you don't need it anymore. Especially not here, when it's just you and me. Okay?"

Sonny simply nodded his head.

Rafael turned onto his back, pulling him along. Sonny snuggled against him, his head on his shoulder as Rafael's fingers ran through his hair. At first hesitating, then remembering the words of Rafael, he did not refrain any more and passed his arm around Rafael intertwining his fingers with his.

As he continued to stroke his hair, Rafael said softly, "Haa Sonny, if you knew how lonely my life has been and how long I've been so alone. How much I wanted someone to come along and change my life the way you've done."

To say that Sonny was surprised would be an understatement. It was as if Rafael was describing exactly how Sonny felt.

"Me? I changed your life?!"

Sonny felt Rafael's chest vibrate as he began to laugh softly.

"Yes you! Imagine me, an experienced ADA and here comes this big detective who starts telling me how to do my job, who questions me, who seeks my approval and who no matter what I throw in his face, comes back again and again, always with the same smile when everyone else had given up long before. I know that I am far from being an easy person.And just when I thought my absence would change everything, you prove me wrong. When I came back, you didn't change your attitude towards me. Believe me Sonny, your biggest victory against me was not this trial. You defeated me because you never gave up on me. Never."

"Wow..." was all Sonny could respond at that moment. Completely baffled by what Rafael had just told him.

He felt guilty for not realizing all this before.

"Don't regret anything Sonny" Rafael added as if he had read his mind. "Things are as they should be. Now is the most important."

"You're right." replied Sonny before lightly kissing Rafael's chest and pressing himself against him. The movement of Rafael's fingers through his hair had a hypnotic effect and Sonny fell asleep, lulled by the sweetness of the moment.

He was awakened with a start by the sound of breaking glass.

"It's nothing, you'll have to get used to it, it's probably a window which broke, it happens often down this long dark street, which is ideal for burglaries. Not to mention the siren which wails in the night because of it."

Sonny had almost only remembered the first few words of Rafael's sentence. That Sonny would have to get used to it.

This confirmed Rafael's words about the meaningfulness of their relationship. Rafael assumed that Sonny would stay or be around a lot.

He turned over on his stomach, kissed Rafael before saying, "I'm alright because I have you here with me and because of you I can almost see… that through the dark there is light." he knew he must have looked a little too sentimental, but the moment was right and Rafael had told him not to censor himself.

So he continued, "Rafael, you have no idea, if you knew how much this moment means to me and how long I've waited for your touch... for you to touch me like this and for me to touch you like this. I didn't know how much I craved this. Everyone's touch never made me feel the way I feel when you touch me now because they weren't you."

Though his throat was tight with emotion, Sonny couldn't stop talking, he had been silent for so many years, it was like trying to put a dam on a flooding stream, so he continued, speaking faster because he wanted to convince Rafael of the sincerity of his feelings.

"You have no idea Rafael, how I feel right now, if you knew how happy you are making me, never...never... I've never thought that I'd love anyone so much."

He stopped abruptly at the enormity of his confession, but didn't withdraw it because that was how he felt at that moment.

Rafael straightened up rather suddenly against the headboard dragging Sonny with him, took hold of his chin to turn his head towards him and planting his gaze in his, he asked him in an urgent tone, "Do you really mean it? Do you really mean it?"

Sonny swallowed before answering in what he hoped was a convincing tone. "Yes, Rafael, I mean it, I love you. I know that-"

"Don't you dare continue that sentence, don't you dare apologize or try to minimize your feelings. " Rafael interrupted, showing how well he knew his lover. Then he continued, his features softened and a tender gleam in his eyes, "Because that's what I think, I know that everything happened quickly, that neither you nor I expected 24 hours ago to this turn of events, but do not doubt the sincerity of what I feel. I've never thought that I'd love anyone so much either. Since I woke up, you in my arms, no, actually since yesterday, since the moment we found each other again, it feels like home to me, like I'm all the way back where I come from. Like I'm all the way back where I belong. And if these words make me sound sappy, I don't care, because that's how I feel. You don't often get a second chance, so I don't intend to waste it Sonny. I love you."

His hand slid from Sonny's chin to his cheek and he brought his face close to his. Lips to lips, he whispered again, "I love you" before sealing his words with a kiss.

They were each other's home, they belonged together and no one could take that away from them.

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