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astrasae · 10 months

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The biggest secret.

Miles Morales x reader.

warnings: none, just fluff.

Both Miles and reader are Spideys bcs I want so yeah. Haha.

“Hey, what’s the matter? You look like you just saw a ghost.” Miles chuckled, tilting his head. Wondering what you’re thinking about.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry. Zoned out.” You shake your head to get your clear vision back. Looking at his face, sun hitting his face with a perfect angle.

“Haha, it’s okay, I wasn’t talking about anything important.” He shrugged his shoulders, grinning at you. “So, you wanna hang out? Maybe go for some food, burgers?” He’d look over to you , waiting on your answer.

“Yeah, of course. I can go for burgers.” After the patrol you guys both did around Brooklyn was a bit tiring. So you guys both deserved a good meal.

“Okay, let’s get going then.” Miles begins to walk down the street, waving for you to follow. “So, want to talk on the way there or just walk in silence?” He said as he looked over to you.

You laugh at his comment. “Talk. I could never stay quiet when I’m around you. You’re fun.” How can you not stay quiet around him? This boy is full of jokes and fun.

The boy became slightly embarrassed, chuckling. “Oh come on, I’m not that fun.” He said, teasingly. “So what would you like to talk about? What’s up?” He asks looking over at you.

“Really, ‘not that fun.’ I nearly peed myself yesterday, remember?” You two were having a sleepover yesterday. Staying up until 4 am. Let’s say that you guys were so tired from laughing at the end.

“Oh yeah!” Miles laughed, “Um, that was your fault!”He said, his voice becoming less playful. “You were the one that didn’t tell me to be quiet!” The boy laughed, smiling at you, obviously joking.

“But you were so loud! And that weird voice came from your mouth was just the funniest things I’ve ever heard in my life, man.” You laugh at the recall of the weird sound, trying to recreate the same sound. “Oh I can’t do it,” You try to do it again, but failing. “Maybe you have some sort of a superpower for it or something.” You laugh at your own joke.

Miles can’t help but let out a small laugh, shaking his head. “Oh geez, you’re still thinking about that? I know it was kinda dumb, but still!” The boy laughs, trying to mimic the noise himself before letting out a large laugh. “Oh man. That voice was ridiculous and embarrassing.” He shakes his head.

“Oh god, but it was funny as hell.” You’re now wiping away a tear, still laughing.

“God, you’re never going to let me live that down, are ya?” He said with a chuckle, smiling at you. “Just keep making fun of me for it. I don’t mind. I deserve it.” The boy let out a short laugh before looking out at the setting sun. “So, where do ya wanna go for burgers?” He asks looking at you.

“Nah, I’m gonna remind you that everday. I’m gonna be like “Miles do the sound!” Cause at the end of the day it will put a smile in my face.” You laugh, holding his arm so you won’t fall down. “What do you say about, getting burgers and eating them on top of a building. It’s our things you know.” You offer him something that he can’t deny.

"You are such an idiot," he says, smiling as he shakes his head. "And yes, I'll happily do the sound again for you" he laughs. "Alright, you choose the burger place then.” He glanced over, sending a sweet smile at you.

“Uhm, let’s go for In and Out, maybe? It’s close here.” You tell your idea. In n Out is good yeah, and it’s just down the street.

“Oh yeah? It’s your treat then” he says with a wink. “You know me, I can never say no to a burger, especially when you’re buying.” He chuckled.

“You know what, you always do that. But I’m okay with buying burgers for you. Always.” You say with a smile on your face.

Miles blushed at your words. “Heh, maybe you like buying things for me a little too much, huh?”He teased, looking back at you. “I might start making more silly noises just so you can buy me more burgers.” The boy laughed after giving you a wink.

“Oh yeah, do the sound again, but more loud because they are people around.” You say while laughing.

Miles looked a little surprised by your request, trying to cover his flushed face. “So I can embarrass myself? Nah I’ll pass.” He laughed as he smiled back at you, tilting his head. “What are you like, obsessed with my funny voices?” He asks raising a brow.

“Oh my god Miles.” You say out of shock. Joking about what you’re saying of course. “You just found out my greatest secret.” You let out a fake gasp.

Miles would quickly turn his head, his face being almost as red as a tomato. “Wait, what?!” He lets out a small laugh, his face beginning to go back to its usual pink shade. “You got more secrets, huh?” Miles let out yet another laugh, looking at you and smiling.

“Yeah, I got more secrets. I’ll maybe tell you the best one. It concerns you, but you’ll have to wait for the right time.” You say with a grin, and send him a wink. To make him wonder exactly what you are talking about. Just for fun, maybe.

The boy raises an eyebrow, tilting his head. “You’re trying to kill me with anticipation, aren’t you? Fine, I’ll wait until you’re ready to talk… But you owe me a burger for it.” He said, grinning, as he gave you a nudge, teasing you.

“How many burgers do I owe you? Two or three?” You ask while laughing. Trying to figure out where do all these burgers coming from.

“Hmmm I was thinking.. four?” He said in an exaggerated tone, his hand resting on his chin. “I’m willing to compromise though, how about three instead. Does that sound good.” The boy smiles, tilting his head as he looked over to you.

“Yeah let’s make it three because I don’t want you to faint from eating that much.” And now they finally arrived at the burger place. “You order first love, I’m gonna choose my menu.” Oh, the word ‘love’ just slipped from her mouth. But it’s okay maybe he didn’t hear it.

Miles blushed slightly, not expecting you to call him love. “Y-Yeah.” Oh yeah, he definitely heard it. The boy walked up to the counter, ordering his burgers and two large cokes for him and you. “What are you getting then, love?” Oh, now he’s playing.

“Uhm, I’ll get 2 big size fries and one cheese burger. Yeah that’ll be it.” you turn at Miles. “I didn’t really thought that you were gonna order all three of those burgers at the same time. But it’s a long day, might as well eat all of them.” You take out your credit card and pay for everything.

“Thanks for paying for them.” he said, smiling as he took the bags of food and cokes from the cashier, turning back to you. “Here ya go, your orders all ready” the cashier said, handing Miles 3 bags of food.“Okay, let’s get going. We still need to find a roof to eat these on.” He looked up, trying to find a rooftop.

“Let’s go to your favorite rooftop.” You offer, the rooftop he likes is really cool. And has a good view.

“That sounds like a plan.” The boy smiles, looking back at you, waiting for you to follow him. “You don’t mind if we stay up there until the sun goes down, right?” He glanced up at the darkening sky. “It might be a little late when we come down from there, and my mom might think I’m missing.”

“Trust me it’s okay, my mom wouldn’t even notice me not being at home.” Yeah she wouldn’t.

“I gotcha, let’s go then” He begins to walk towards the building where his favorite roof was. “I think you already know all the words I’m gonna say when we get up to the roof. So, are you ready?” he asked. The boy gave a smirk, letting out a chuckle as they finally arrived at the roof. “Ready to eat then?” He takes out all the foods from the bags.

“I am hungry as hell.” You laugh while taking a bite from the burger.

“Me too” He begins biting into his burger, looking to the nearby buildings, enjoying the view. “I always loved this, you know? Being on the roof with you, the sun going down, just talking about life. It’s… perfect.” He grinned, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, glancing at you.

You look back at him, sending him a smile. “You’re perfect.” You say, but it came out as a mumble because you were taking a bite from your burger.

“Aha, you finally said it!” The boy laughed, looking at you, his face filled with embarrassment. “You’re perfect for me too.” He took another bite from his burger before continuing. “You know, I don’t think anyone will make me as happy as you do. I don’t think anyone will ever compare to you.”

“You’re making it so hard not for me to tell you my biggest secret man.” You laugh, covering your mouth. Then you take a big sip from your drink.

“Hm, then what’re you waiting for? Tell me your secret.” Miles smiled, leaning forward, waiting for you to speak. He felt giddy, his heart racing as he became anxious. He had waited for this moment for as long as he could remember.

“Hmm, okay. So there is this boy, we’ve been friends for years. And I think I have massive feelings for him. What do you think I should do?” You take a glance at him, trying to read him, about what he could be thinking.

Miles blinked, caught off guard by your confession “Uh, talk to him, I guess?” He said, raising an eyebrow. “Just, tell him what you’re feeling, it’s better to let it out than to keep it all inside. I mean, what if he likes you too?” Miles smiled, tilting his head as he took a sip from his drink.

“But,” You stoped, thinking for a moment. “What if he doesn’t like me back?” Your voice seems soft and sad. Holding too much emotion.

“Then… It’s alright. We can’t control how other people feel about us, it just happens” He paused for a moment. “You shouldn’t hide what you’re feeling from people just because they might not feel the same. You have to be honest about it, and accept their feelings.” He tilted his head, smiling at you, knowing it was good advice.

“That’s a good advice.” You finish your burger, taking a long sip from your drink. “What about you? Do you love anyone?” You ask him, raising a brow.

“Do I love anyone? Well, not really.” He paused for a moment, grinning. “I mean, I have my mom who I care about, and my friends as well. They’ve all been there for me during tough times. I love them.” Miles smiled, looking into your eyes.

“Oh, that’s… That’s cute, yeah.” You say, you have feelings for him and he just said that he doesn’t like anyone. Now that’s sad to hear, right?

“Oh, you think so? I’m, uh.. Glad you think so.” He smiled, looking out towards their surroundings, before he turned his attention back towards you. “It’s kinda hard to not love you, you know?” He laughed, his face quickly turning red as he looked away, embarrassed.

Your face was down looking at the floor, immediately looked up at him. With sparks in your eyes. “Yeah, it’s hard not to love you too, Miles.” You send him a sweet smile.

“You.. Really do?” TheMiles smiled at her for a moment before he hugged her, completely unable to hold back his emotions. “Thank you, Deeph.. This whole day you’ve made me feel so loved, so wanted.. Thank you for always being there for me.” He chuckled, resting his head on your shoulder now. “I love you, so very very much.” Throwing an arm around your waist.

Damn he really has a pure soul. Didn’t realize that I was talking about him. Wait, is he aware or is he talking about love as in friendship? I don’t know my mind is blown right now. You put a hand on his shoulder, hugging him. “Love you too, idiot.” You say chuckling.

Miles chuckled when you called him an idiot, shaking his head. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life…” He sighed, smiling. “You’re awesome. I could talk to you forever and never get bored of you.”

You put a quick kiss on his forehead. “Same goes with you too Miles. Lucky to have you.”

“O-Oh!” The boy looked a bit surprised by the kiss. “Yknow… I’ve wanted to do this for so long now…” He gave you a kiss on the lips, blushing intensely, his heart racing.

It suprised you, but you melted into the kiss quickly. And the kiss was full of love. After he pulled away for air. You went to hug him really tight. “You’re the person Miles, you’re the one that I always need by my side, you’re the one that I am truly in love with.”

He blushed intensely, hugging you tightly as well. “Y-You’ve… Got me all dizzy now.” The boy chuckled, his heart beginning to race even faster. “But honestly, I’m in love with you too. I’ll always be by your side, and I’m never going to stop loving you. He smiled, planting another kiss on your lips.

a/n: okay so it’s 2 am and I had this idea pooped in my head. So yeah It might be shitty, or stupid but there it is. Let me know if there are any mistakes!

#miles morales fic #miles morales #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #spiderman #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales x reader #gwen stacy #spider man #marvel fanfiction

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leftingbadly · 2 months

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There are so many situations i would like to put him in HAHA. But a soft and clingy Godric has always been on my mind. Like you have to leave the nest for a few days and when you come back he’s all soft and clingy with you. He doesn’t even realize it because all he wants is to be close to you, so he just follows you around and have to touch you in some way 😭

A Soft Intention

I hope I did this prompt justice, Lily. Let me know! :)

Pairing: Godric x OFC

Clingy Godric… now that’s something hard to imagine. For the most part I don’t think I can see him as someone outright with that sort of thing, if he does say something that sounds a bit bold, it’s really just because he’s a bit anal with regards to emotions lmao

He’s been alone for the better part of a few centuries, to say the least, and depressed for however long we can conceive, so clingy Godric… hmm…

Let’s suppose you and Godric are a thing, not in a relationship, but not not in one either

Maybe you’ve been around a lot because you’ve been helping the nest, some official business, taking care of injured humans– whatever have you, you’ve just been around a lot. And Godric notices you. And he wants to say thank you

“I’m sorry?”

She wasn’t particularly sure she’d heard the vampire before her correctly.

“Thank you, for your consideration of us.”

When the woman standing alone in the middle of the living room with a two-thousand year old vampire had been recruited at the behest of the Texas nest she wasn’t sure what to expect. She had been told by all of her contacts that the sheriff here was a bit… well.. Odd

But being two-thousand years old, she didn’t exactly expect much in the ways of social niceties. All she cared about was doing her job and getting out. That plan, however, hadn’t manifested so nicely, as she ended up staying at the nest for an extended three month period, after which she had travelled to Louisiana to figure out some other things and then, back to Texas about two weeks later. She was tired, warm, and in need of a long, long sleep. But Godric was staring at her like she had stolen something from his home and she didn’t know what to do about that.

“Y-you’re welcome?” God, she was an idiot.

A silence stretched around them like a yarn pulled taught, and the cat chased it, and his eyes followed her movement like the cat, the way her fingers twitched, the frown in her smile pulled taught, like that yarn.

“Did you travel well?” He asked, knowing that she did. He had assured it.

“I… did. Thank you. You didn’t have to go through all that trouble to–”

“That’s good, then.”

“Um–oh, right. Thank you again.” She paused, and then swallowed courage. “Are you… alright?”

“I am. Why do you inquire?”

“Oh–” God, what was she supposed to say now? That he looked horrible? Why would you ask an ancient vampire if he was alright, you absolute– “No, I was… just being polite. Not that– I mean, you look well. You don’t look not alright, I mean.”

“I see…” his head nodded. Another silence, and she thought she could scream. “May I… accompany you to your bedroom?”

“My… what?”

“Your–”

“No, no I heard you. I’m sorry, yes. I mean… that’s fine?”

He’d watch you the entier way, eyes trailing over your skin, the pulse in your neck, the pulse in your wrist. Anything that could tell him how you’ve been fairing had his attention, any telltale sign of you having been bitten into or drank from, of you having been handled too roughly by his day-men or treated unkindly at all. He was looking for it all

You mistook Godric’s silence as he observed you for awkward tension, shifting even as you walked, one hand fumbling with the handle of your suitcase after the other

It was only after she stumbled with her suitcase did Godric take it from her, walking in front of her up the stairs, a true gentleman

“Thank you,” the woman said silently, her gaze littering the floor as he placed the bag into her assigned room in the nest house. “You’ve been very hospitable towards me during my stay here.”

“You are under my protection,” his answer was immediate. His answers were always immediate. She laughed, lightly, and his smile was almost too instantaneous.

“What?” He asked, teeth shining.

“Do you always do that?”

His head tilted, a question, eyes like a dog’s, curious.

“You answer so immediately, like a house on fire. Do you ever think about what you have to say or is that something you get used to after a few hundred years?”

His silence worried her. She thought, for a moment, that she had said something stupid. It wasn’t until he laughed did she start breathing again.

“I suppose I’m out of practice with some human social queues and traditions, my apologies.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I was just teasing you, I’m sorry.”

He decided then that he quite enjoyed that, being teased by her. He decided in that moment also, that he really liked being alone with her, too. That her eyes only looked at him, that her smile could only be for him, there was no whirring sound of Stan’s mechanical voice or the badgering on of the other underlings that usually surrounded him in the nest. Here, with just him and her, he quite liked this.

“Would you like to take a walk with me?”

You were tired, and you were drained from the travel. You needed to shower and you needed to be in your bed. But yes, yes you would like to take a walk with Godrin in the gardens.

You didn’t notice it, not at first, but the further the night went on there were signs that he had missed your presence around the nest

Godric would often tell you of Stan and Isabella’s arguments in the early morning, the times you would often occupy the living space to do work and would ask them to politely bicker someone else– you hadn’t even realised he knew about that

Or when he would tell you about the latest communication from his progeny and how they had been doing

There was a particular moment where you had wanted to walk on the rocks lining the path, and Godric’s hand reached out instinctively to help you stand on them and balance on the stumbling rocks loosely dug into the dirt

You wondered, for a moment, if he knew about what he was doing, or if this all came as naturally to him as it did to you

But a few hours later when you let out a particularly loud yawn and rub your red eyes, Godric finally notices how tired you are, and a tirade of chastisements makes its way through his head

He had been so caught up in finally being able to have some time alone with you and talk to you that he had completely neglected your needs

“My apologies for keeping you up.”

“It’s alright,” she laughed, and the silence took over again. This time, she moved before he had a chance to speak, and her warm lips met his cold cheek. “Good night, Godric.”

#Godric #True blood #Godric imagine #godric x ofc #godric x reader #godric true blood #southern vampire mysteries #true blood imagines #vampire #vampires #fanfiction #writing #angst

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axcel-lucci · 9 months

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hello!! i love your works and i'm a huge law fan myself!!

I was wondering if you'd make a request for me (you don't have to do this if you don't want to). Law and his crew are on an island and Law meets this girl getting robbed by a few other older men. This girl is blind btw. Law saves her and almost instantly falls in love with her. Maybe she wants to repay him back for saving her and they go on a date?

Law x blind!reader (if you don't feel comfortable making the reader a female, gn reader is okay too!) fluff fluff fluff

Please and thank you!! <3 :)

I can see you now.

Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

A/N: I've been thinking of this for a while now but I don't have any prompts to plot around, and yours is really cute! Sorry if it took some time to make since I'm still arranging some things for my school this year. Also, I kinda made law a bit ooc and a few changes to fit the narrative, I hope you like it regardless...

Law had to get away from those... Idiots he calls "childhood friends" for some reason.

So walking around the island was a good idea until he passed by a what seemed to be an empty park with a pond that has a lot of ducks.

He glanced around the empty park to think of he could have some peace here as he entered the small wooden gate, watching out for splinters before deciding that yes, this is peaceful enough.

He walked over to where he assumed the benches are only to find, in his mind, the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in the world.

Her hair flowing with the wind smoothly, her skin as clear as day, her eyes... Her eyes were sparkling beautifully.

He can't help but stare but at the same time feels like a creep for doing so... And after some back and forth with himself, he scoffed to himself and slowly walked over.

He also noticed how she just looked straight ahead, as if she was just listening to her surroundings, though when he got a closer look in her eyes, he can kinda see something that he knew was probably something but shrugged it off

"Hey..." He called before sitting beside her.

"O-oh...! Uh... Hello!" She smiled, still not looking at him even though she knew he was already there.

He waved a hand on front of her and raised his brows, "you're... Blind?" He asked

"Ah... Yes... Were you... Um... Showing me something? I'm sorry... As you see, I am blind" she laughed

"A bad pun..." He smirked, "I like it" he chuckled, "what're you doing here?"

"Listening to the nature around me... It just makes me feel so peaceful... Compared to the village..." She muttered, "and uh... You?"

"Ahh... I just need to take a walk..." He shrugged only to realize she wouldn't see it, "I'm Trafalgar Law, and you're...?"

"Trafalgar... Oh! That famous pirate! I think that was..." She mumbled a bit with a hum

"Surgeon of death?" He mused making her nod

"Mhmm! I always hear about you... You're quite a star now aren't you?" She laughed, "I'm (y/n)... By the way, I hope you didn't come here to steal my eyes, they're quite useless" she smiled

It made him laugh, "I only steal the eyes of my enemies. And you're not an enemy." He hummed, amused at how light he feels around her, "anyway... I hope you don't mind me asking, how... Did you become blind? Is it some sort of tumor or were you born with it?"

"Oh, it's some tumor the doctors didn't want to risk taking out for a lawsuit, also... Too expensive for those who are risky... Haha" she laughed a bit

Law nods to himself, "do you have... Um... A boyfriend or girlfriend to help you around? Are your parents present?"

"Oh... It's just me, my parents died a year ago due to old age... And... No person would want to take care of a blind person, because apparently, blind people can't do anything because they're blind. But I get around, I'm currently living off of my inheritance from my parents but soon, I know it'll run out..."

He hummed a bit, "I see... You know... I'm a doctor myself, want me to help you?" He offered

"If you want, sure." She smiled again.

"Alright then, though it might take a while before I take you in for operation since I'll be researching a bit... Is that alright?"

"Go right ahead" she nods

"Are you always here?" He asked

She hummed, "why yes... I'm always here... I love listening to the nature in here, also, it's shady and cool, since... You know, summer?"

He smiled as well, "I understand... Well, I'll leave for now, I'll come back tomorrow? If that's okay"

"It's alright with me... Oh and uh... Thank you, for talking to me... It's not always anyone would talk to me" she smiled sadly making him nod

"No prob, I'll be back tomorrow... Okay?"

"Okay"

He ruffled her hair after getting up making her giggle

And so he did.

He came back the next day, then the day after that, and the day after that, and goes on...

It has been a week of him going out for almost hours everyday only to come back with a lighter mood.

It made the crew suspicious as to why the hell he's like this, but they will NEVER question it because with his lighter mood, they can get away with anything.

But one day, Law wanted to give the good news to (y/n) that he'd be able to operate on her only when he reached the park she was always at, he heard her scream loudly making him immediately rush inside to see two teenage boys trying to take away her walking stick and her bag

Only for one of them to kick her on her stomach causing her to let go of both items as the boys run off.

Seeing this made his blood sizzle and boil.

"Room." He casted as the blue dome covered the whole park, "shambles."

He motioned with his hand as the two boys suddenly appeared in front of him as they look at him with fear and shock knowing that an infamous pirate was going to steal their loot.

...

"(Y/n)-ya...!" He ran over after dealing with the now bruised and injured boys who ran off crying to their mommies.

"L-law...!" She gasped as she cried, "m-my things..." She cried as he held her tightly in his arms

"Don't worry... I got them right here" he smiled when she gasped.

"R-really?! Y-you have them??"

"I cought the boys who tried to steal them, here..." He handed the stick back to (y/n) and helped her up slowly before handing her the bag, "are you alright? That was a pretty solid kick."

"It was a kick...? I thought someone punched the living shit out of me..." She muttered, "b-but... Thank you for retrieving my things, Law..." She smiled at him

"You're welcome...." He smiled softly.

Meanwhile...

Shachi and penguin wanted to know so they followed him only to see two teenage boys run out of a park, crying and bruised.

Upon notice, they instantly knew who inflicted those on them so they rushed to the park only to pause when they saw Law, comforting and hugging a woman while smiling softly at her

"Okay... I guess we're late to the party and uhm... Captain's got a girlfriend, finally." Shachi whispered.

"Yeah... Let's go back before he sees us" the two nodded to themselves before rushing off, probably to tell the crew or not.

....

"Uh... Law, do you... Do you want to come with me? I can make you something back home..." She smiled, "you know... As a thanks"

"Oh... It's alright, you don't have to-"

"But I want to, Law... Please?" She may not know it but she puts on the cutest "please" expression he has ever seen on a human being.

"A-alright..." He muttered thanking whoever is in charge that she can't see him blush ever so furiously

They soon arrived at her small cottage just a few blocks away from the park.

Law observed how the front yard was well-kept and the porch having a rocking chair on it before hearing her open the door after fumbling with the keys.

"Please, come in" she smiled as she let him in and take off his shoes, "this way..." She smiled as she placed a hand on the walk before walking to probably guide him to the dining room that was attached to the kitchen.

"Nice house you have, (y/n)-ya" He smiled softly.

"Ahh... Thank you" she smiled again as she entered the kitchen

"Do you need help with that?"

"Oh uh... Can you cook the rice?" She asks, "and I hope you're alright with some curry?"

"Oh, that's alright." He smiled as he helped her in the kitchen before sitting down once he finished his job

She soon served him the most beautiful food in a plate with rice.

It also smelled nice.

He took a spoon and scooped a spoonful before eating only to melt at how delicious it is.

"Mmmhhh...!" He hummed in satisfaction, "this is so good!"

It made her smile excitedly, "really?? I'm so happy you think it's delicious...!"

Law finished his food before drinking some freshly made juice, "before I almost forget, I was going to tell you at the park something"

"Oh? What is that...?" She felt around for a chair to sit in only for law to guide her hand to a nearby chair as she sat in it

"Good news and bad news"

"And... What might that be..?"

"Bad news... We'll be leaving tomorrow, but good news, I'll be able to take you on that operation!" He said as she can hear him be excited.

"But you guys are leaving... How can that be..?"

"This part is where the decision you need to make is very important, either... You can come with us... Or not... But don't worry, we'll take you back here as soon as you recovered or drop you off at an island if you want."

"Law... I... I want to... And if you do help me regain my vision... I want to repay you as much as I can" she smiled making him smile again

"Alright... I'll pick you up first thing tomorrow morning... Then I'll introduce you to my crew" he said with slight excitement

She laughed, "okay. I'll be waiting for you..."

The next day, (y/n) had her things packed, which wasn't too much than just 2 bags of her belongings.

But it was enough to make the house empty...

Someone then rang the doorbell and she went to the door, "who's there?" She called with a smile

"It's me..." She recognised his voice and immediately opened the door.

"Law...!" She gasped with a smile before feeling arms suddenly wrapped around her tightly

"Come on, let's get going... It looks like it's about to rain" he smiled softly

"Yeah, like I can see it." She joked making him laugh as she stepped aside cautiously, letting him in

"Anyway... These are all your things? Just... 2 bags...?" Law muttered

"I don't have a lot... But... I hope it's not that heavy..." She smiled softly

Law picked them up, "not really..." He mumbled before shrugging, "well? Are you ready?"

She nodded, "though... I wish to stay with your crew when I regain my eyesight back... You know... Like me paying you back?" She smiled a bit, "and... It's nice being with you... I like your company, hehe..."

It made him blush softly before chuckling, "me too... I find your company rather... Comforting"

later...

"Here, let me carry you" he smiled before lifting her up into his arms then jumping into the sub, and as he was in the process of gently placing her down, she heard multiple gasps of surprise and shock

"What..." She muttered once he secured that she was safely

"Oh uh..."

On Law's side, he was too focused on (y/n) that he failed to notice most of the crew lounging on the deck.

So it came as a shock to them that captain, at least they think, recruited the blind girl Shachi and penguin told them he'd been visiting these past few days.

"What?" He grumpily said

"Captain...!" Bepo cooed first, "who's that?"

Law sighed before placing a bag down and holding (y/n) gently to face them making them make a sound of being in awe at how cute and beautiful they think (y/n) is.

"Everyone, meet (y/n)-ya. (Y/n)-ya, you may not see them for now but these are my crew... I hope you can familiarise them by voice?" He said as (y/n) hummed

She then nodded with a smile, "hello everyone...! Nice to meet you all, I'm (y/n)...! Lovely weather we're having, yeah? Too bad can't see them." She joked

It made them chuckle a bit before introducing themselves

Some... Sound the same to (y/n), while some are unique and easy to distinguish. But she was also glad that there's another girl in the crew, Ikkaku...

Ikkaku was more than thrilled to see and meet (y/n).

"Oh. My. Gosh... You are so CUTE!" Ikkaku gasped and held (y/n)'s hand, "I'm Ikkaku, nice to meet ya!"

It made (y/n) giggle a bit, "I'm (y/n), nice to meet you too, miss Ikkaku"

"Ah... No need for formalities, just call me by my name. And if you need me, feel free to find me" Ikkaku smiled

"Yeah, as soon as I get my eyesight back, I'll definitely find you." (Y/n) half joked making her laugh

"Captain...! You never told us your FRIEND is so funny" the crew said before earning a glare from the man.

"Come on (y/n)-ya, let's get you settled in and prepared for surgery. The rest of you, get back to work, let's leave before the marines come." Law ordered as he placed a hand on (y/n)'s shoulder and gently dragging her away

"You sounded so scary back there, haha" she laughed as they walked through the halls.

(Y/n) could hear the sub's low hum and buzz, some pipes, and metallic echoes of their footsteps and possibly others, too.

Law only huffed, "let's get you settled" he softly said, "then let me conduct a quick check up before I get you admitted and prepared for surgery" he finished, (y/n) could sense him smiling, in which he was.

Later, Law decided to settle her in the room across from his before leading her to his usual doctor's office to conduct some check up, hand in hand, they walked through the halls towards the office.

Some crew saw them and instantly knew that Law was growing close to (y/n), making them wish that (y/n) would stay forever.

Because truth be told, they've never seen him relax this much around the sub, only time he's relaxed is when he literally passed out from overworking.

So it was a great sight for them to see...

They soon arrived at the office as he placed her down on a small bed before grabbing his kit

"Just listen to me, okay?" He said before putting on his gloves and doctor's coat.

She nodded and unconsciously started kicking her legs since the bed was kinda high.

He noticed it and thought that it was cute.

The check up soon ended as he was currently writing the conclusion on the paper

"Hey... Law..." She called almost quietly as he hummed

"I'm... I want to stay with this crew... Whether the outcome of the operation succeeds or not... I... It's just been a long time since I've had people not wanting to take advantage of me being blind... And..."

"I understand" he cuts her off, "you're joining us anyway"

She could feel him smirk making her giggle before hearing him walk over, "come on, let's get you admitted for surgery."

Timeskip...

The surgery was a success, Law could feel himself brag all over that despite him doing this for the first time, he excelled in it.

So now Law was waiting for his little patient to wake up and see if it worked, hoping it did...

So that she can finally see the world again.

But while waiting, law started to reflect on those days...

Had he not taken a walk would he ever meet her, had he not talked to the woman staring into nothing, they wouldn't have known each other better.

He was proud of the choices he made, and now... The only thing to do is to confess what he feels towards her.

Though he kinda knew it's going to be for a few more months, years even, for him to do so.

While he was thinking deeply, he felt her hand twitch making him alarmed and stand up immediately.

"(Y/n)..." He softly muttered as he moved closer

(Y/n) groaned a bit before squinting her eyes to adjust to the light above her, "law...?" She called before looking to the side, her vision still hazy

She then gasped and her eyes widened, "law... Is that... You?" She muttered as she reached her hand towards law.

It filled him with so much joy that it worked, his intelligence helped him once more as he grabbed her hand

"It worked... It fucking worked!" He grinned before moving closer and kissing her hand

"Law..." She muttered, tears soon brimming her eyes as she sat up.

With his help, she sat up and immediately grabbed his face in her hands to observe his face.

"It worked... Law...!" She gasped while crying before hugging him

Law immediately hugged her back but tighter.

They pulled away a little bit after as Law wiped away her tears that kept spilling from her eyes

"Hush now... This is something to celebrate..." He smiled

(Y/n) nodded before smiling brightly.

The moment was there... Though none of them talked, it was clear.

"Thank you..." She muttered before feeling him start to lean closer, she sighed softly to calm herself before leaning back against him.

His lips pressing against hers in a soft kiss.

"Thank you, Law.." she smiled once they pulled away, "I can see you now... Thank you..."

He chuckled, "you're welcome..."

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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@the-night-owl-blr : Gello! Sooooo Y/n is toying around with the potions again and she "accidentally" drank another potion BUT instead of having her personality change I want her voice to change, like into something deep, Corpse husband deep and i wanna see the R8 ladies reaction to it. (Im very much inlove with your vlog do I might request/ask often)

Haha! That’s a good idea! So glad you enjoy my blog :) Read the post this ask is talking about here! Reader, as usual, is gender neutral. Let’s get into it!

Y/N: *Once again messing around in Miranda’s lab*

Miranda: *Keeping a close eye on Y/N as she works, doesn’t want a repeat of the personality swap potion incident, gave Y/N some busy work to keep them occupied* Now, Y/N. You keep organizing those nuts and bolts… It’s very important to my research.

Y/N: You got it, Mother Miranda! *Picks up the pace of their sorting*

Miranda’s doorbell: *Rings*

Miranda: Damn it! I think that might be my Postmates… Y/N, whatever you do, don’t stop organizing, okay?

Y/N: Yes, Mother Miranda!

Miranda: *Satisfied that Y/N is thoroughly distracted, leaves*

Y/N: *Waits for Miranda to be out of earshot, laughs and rubs their hands together* Now, what kind of chaos can I cause today?

Y/N: *Looks through various experiments, finds a bright green potion, can’t resist drinking the forbidden Gatorade*

Miranda: *Comes back into the lab*

Y/N: *Runs back to their spot quickly, starts sorting the nuts and bolts again*

Miranda: *Stuffs a huge burrito in her face, bits of food fly out of her mouth while she talks* Everything okay in here?

Y/N: *Disgusted, nods their head*

Miranda: *Satisfied, snarfs her burrito*

Y/N: *Trying to see if they feel any different, annoyed when nothing seems to be out of the ordinary, decides to just call it a day and head home* Mother Miranda, I’m gonna go back to the castle now. *Voice is like 3 times lower than it normally is, eyes widen in surprise*

Mother Miranda: *Stares at Y/N, loud eating halts, rice and chicken smeared all over her face* Y/N? What’s wrong with your voice?

Y/N: *Totally freaked out, starts inching towards the door so Miranda doesn’t find out what they did* Oh… Um, I think it’s just a head cold. Bye now!

Miranda: *Narrows her eyes at Y/N, wipes her mouth, grabs Y/N by the arm to keep them from leaving, rolls her eyes* Aww. Poor little thing. You don’t mind if I give you a quick check-up do you?

Y/N: *Cringes* U-um, I’m totally fine, Mother Miranda! I’m gonna go home and eat some soup!

Miranda: *Pushes Y/N into a chair and ties them up* I know you took one of my potions again, you little idiot! Which one was it? I want to make sure your eyeballs don’t pop out of their sockets or something.

Y/N: *Horrified, yells* Why do you have a potion that can do that?!

Miranda’s front door: *Bursts open to reveal the Dimi sisters*

Cass: Y/N! Grab your shit we’re taking you home!

Miranda: Girls! We’re in the lab!

The Dimi sisters: *Swarm to where Y/N and Mother Miranda are*

Bela: *Takes one look at Y/N tied up, sighs* What did they do this time, Mother Miranda?

Miranda: *Glaring at Y/N* They took another one of my potions, but they won’t tell me which one.

Dani: I’ll take care of this! *Mercilessly tickles Y/N’s sides* Tell us what we want to know!

Y/N: *Busts out laughing in a deep man’s voice* Haha! Stop it, Dani! I’m gonna piss myself!

The Dimi sisters: *All freeze at what they just heard*

Dani: Wow! Can you do the “Luke, I am your father.” line?! PLEEEEAASSEEE!

Y/N: *Laughs* Luke, I am your father!

Cass and Dani: *Very impressed, clap their hands in approval*

Bela: *Rolls her eyes*

Miranda: *Doesn’t get the reference* You sired a child named Luke?!

The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *Turn to Miranda in outrage* You uncultured swine!

Miranda: *Surprised by the visceral reaction, groans* You know what? All of you get out of my lab. Y/N, if you haven’t become violently ill by now you’ll probably be fine.

Cass: *Cuts Y/N out of the chair*

The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *Start heading home*

Dani: *Keeps making Y/N say funny things in their new voice*

The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *See Donna out for a walk*

Bela: *Giggles and whispers a bad pick-up line for Y/N to tell Donna*

Y/N: *Smiles and nods*

Donna: *Sees the group and walks over to say hello* Good evening, everyone.

The Dimi sisters: *Say hello*

Y/N: *Grins at Donna* Your hand looks heavy… Can I hold it for you?

Donna: *Has a bit of an involuntary fit, cheeks burning* Y/N, w-why would you s-say that! And what’s w-wrong with your v-voice?!

Y/N: *Laughs* Some stupid potion I took at Mother Miranda’s. No big deal though.

Donna: *Asks something non-intelligible because she’s so quiet*

Y/N: *Raises on eyebrow* Sorry, what did you say?

Donna: *Blushes harder, but repeats her question, louder this time* W-would you s-sing “That’s Amore”? *Squeaks in embarrassment and hides her face in her hands*

Y/N: Oh! I know that song! *Clears their throat* When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie that’s amore!

Donna: *Immediately faints from the ASMR tingles*

The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *Look at each other and shrug, the group makes a detour to drop Donna off at her house*

Angie: *Fucking shocked*

The Dimi sisters and Y/N: *Finally get back home*

Y/N: You three go in and tell your mother we’re home. I’ve got a surprise for Alci! *Chuckles and runs off*

A few minutes later

Y/N: *Kicks the door to Alcina’s bedroom open, wearing a cowboy hat, starts singing* Baby lock them doors and turn the lights down low!

Alcina: *Alarmed because she heard a man-thing’s voice, smacks Y/N through a wall*

Y/N: *Groans, lying in the rubble, rubs their head* Alci! It’s me!

Alcina: How dare you call me by that name! Only my spouse is allowed to call me that! *Unsheathes her claws*

Y/N: *Takes off the cowboy hat, holds their hands up in surrender* Alci, babe, it’s me, Y/N! *Shows that they’re wearing their wedding ring*

Alcina: *Eyes widen* Y/N? What happened to you?! Why do you sound like this?!

Y/N: *Dusts themself off, stands up* Well, I took another potion at Miranda’s, hehe… But hopefully it will wear off soon!

Alcina: *Snarls, picks Y/N up by the collar* You buffoon! Now you’re in trouble!

Y/N: *Gulps, scared* Um, is there going to be a punishment or something??

Alcina: *Smirks* Yes! It’s been so long since I’ve had someone with a deep voice to sing a duet with. You’re going to sing whatever I tell you to!

Y/N: That doesn’t sound too bad!

The next morning

Y/N: *Voice is completely gone, Alcina’s still making them sing, about to pass out*

Alcina: *Lounging in her bed, smoking a cigarette* One more verse of “I got rhythm”, draga!

Y/N: *Falls on the floor face-first*

Masterlist

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #y/n is stupid #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda #donna beneviento

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cherrygorilla · 20 days

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Ethan's Basic Info

Name: Ethan Dombrowski

Ok, I both did and didn't struggle with coming up with potential faceclaims for Ethan. I had no idea where to even start with looking for faceclaims for him for specific decades - I just don't think that I have that broad of a knowledge of actors lol. So, instead, I've split it into actors who I think capture more of how I imagine his physical appearance to be (Heath Ledger & Johnny Depp - both mostly for the hair, let's be real haha), and actors who I think could really capture the lovably chaotic vibe he brings to the table (Matthew Lillard & Milo Manheim). Unconventional - but then again, so is he, so I think it works lmao.

Nicknames: As much as he loves to dish nicknames out to other people, he's never really been given one himself. I mean, his parents didn't even think to give him a middle name - expecting them to be creative enough to come up with a nickname was a bit of a stretch. He would get called his surname in school quite a bit (mostly if he was getting in trouble), but other than that he usually just gets 'Ethan'. If anything, I think his abundance of nicknames for others is just making up for the lack of his own. I like to think he's just waiting for the right person to come along and drop one on him though hehe.

Age: 20

Date of Birth: 4th of April (which is very helpful for him, because 4.4.44 is a ridiculously easy birthday for his pea-sized brain to remember)

Zodiac: Aries

Birthstone: Diamond

Nationality: American and Polish

Sexuality: He doesn't care about labels - he'll sleep with anyone that breathes in his direction...within reason lmao

Birthplace: A rusty trailer home in Tallahassee, Florida

Current Residence: A slightly less rusty trailer home in St Petersburg, Florida

Occupation: Production Assistant and Sound Engineer in the TV & film industry, and the entertainment coordinator for a local bar. He's also (according to Mick) a professional idiot.

Talents/Skills: Playing the guitar, flipping beer mats, putting together flat-pack furniture (because he's the monkey they apparently wrote the instructions for - Miles' words, not mine), doing god-awful impressions, giving inanimate objects personalities, and, despite his deep-rooted clumsiness, he's pretty good on a skateboard.

Birth Order: Youngest of two

Siblings: His older sister, Billie (27)

Parents: Dominik Alfred Dombrowski (deceased) & Nadia Ruth Dombrowski

New Family: Hendrix, his rescue dog, and the closest thing he thinks he'll ever get to a stable family unit. He says he's a black lab for ease, but he only looks like a black lab if you squint and tilt your head; in reality, he's a mutt that the rescue shelter couldn't even pin down to any particular breed - that's part of what made Ethan so drawn to him though: they're both as misunderstood in the world as each other. In terms of human family though, his aunt (Janis) and uncle (Ford) took him in after everything went to shit with his parents - and although he doesn't see much of them anymore, it's comforting to know that he does have some sort of a real support system to count on if he were to need it.

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Height: 5' 7'' (so many of the actors I picked as his faceclaims are tall, so I tried to make it work for a while, but I just couldn't - he's just got such chaotic little-shit/confident short-king energy in my mind lmao)

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Brown

Glasses or contact lenses: He probably needs glasses, but he doesn't care enough to go get an eye test

Distinguishing features: Dimples, a burn scar on his right thumb from messing around with a lighter, a scar on his left wrist he usually hides with a bunch of bracelets/wrist bands, and a lot of really dumb tattoos.

Mannerisms: He's always fidgeting - like always. It doesn't matter if it's with a paper straw wrapper, the end of one of his many wristbands, or the piece of skin next to his nail - he'll even bounce his leg if it comes down to it; he just always needs to be moving in some capacity. He's pretty intense with holding eye contact in conversations too (despite them being half-closed 90% of the time) - and the concept of personal space is totally lost on him.

Health: Mild insomnia and depression. His drug habits also aren't the healthiest, but it's not like he's gonna go to get himself checked out; what he doesn't know can't hurt him.

Hobbies: Playing the guitar (what he spends the majority of his free time doing), walking Hendrix, making terrible decisions, dragging Miles into those terrible decisions (either to join in, or get him out of trouble), napping anywhere and everywhere, collecting cool lighters, smoking weed, getting spontaneous tattoos, thrifting bizarre items of clothing, eating Mexican food, and losing himself in an album for 45 minutes. and annoying the shit out of Mick

Greatest flaw (in their opinion): Probably his lack of drive. Whilst how laidback and carefree he is about life can be a great thing most of the time, it does make him feel kind of empty sometimes not having a goal to reach, or some kind of direction he wants to take his life in. Yeah, it makes life a lot less stressful just living it day to day - not having any responsibilities, or commitments to obsess over - but without any sense of ambition it can start to feel a little…pointless, I guess.

Best quality (in their opinion): His ability to find the fun in any situation. He was dealt a pretty shitty hand in life, but he's never let it get him down. Sure, he may not always cope with it in the healthiest way, but he is coping - thriving, in fact. He floats through life without a care in the world, and will happily toss a pool noodle to anyone that needs one so they can join him. He's optimistic, and authentic, and downright stupid sometimes, but it's those qualities that help people see the bright side in hopeless situations; he draws the fun to the surface, and helps you focus on the simple joys life has to offer, without letting the weight of your troubles drag you down.

Biggest fear: Clowns are his big one - and always the answer if anyone asks. But if he's being totally honest (which is almost never when it comes to serious stuff like this), then it's ending up like his parents. He has a handful of fond memories of his family growing up - his older sister probably has more since she was around for more of the good years - but his unplanned arrival stretched the family's already tight budget razor thin, and it didn't take long for things to go to shit as a result. His dad never had a particularly strong resolve (something he's paranoid about having inherited), and so when things got hard, his already established relationship with drugs became less casual, and more heavily reliant. When the tamer stuff didn't cut it anymore, he turned to the harder stuff, and when the harder stuff stopped helping him feel better - he stopped feeling anything at all. Ethan's mom took her husband's accidental overdose hard, but she found being a single mother even harder. And whilst Ethan knew she was struggling, he's still struggling to forgive her for shutting down on her kids in the way she did. Yeah, fine, lose your job and sleep on the couch all day, ignore your children for days on end - whatever you needed to do to get by - but go out to get your latest fix and go down for 15 years for manslaughter? …That's asking a lot. Like it was mentioned earlier, with his parents out of the picture, his aunt and uncle took him and his sister in, and whilst they might not be the greatest role models themselves in terms of addictive vices, they at least showed him how to open his mind in a safe, supervised environment. Yes, numbing his brain to keep out the bad thoughts is an unhealthy coping mechanism, but it's also beautifully freeing - and there's a lot of fun to be had if you know what's safe and what kind of high you're looking for (which, thanks to his aunt's guidance, he always does). He has a great set of friends keeping him on the straight and narrow now, and his lawyer sister clearly turned her equally shitty hand in life around, but that nagging paranoia about screwing his life up like his old folks did still haunts his thoughts in the wee hours of the morning when he can't get his brain to fall asleep… But that's way too deep and depressing, so he'll stick with clowns - or Miles telling him he's found a new best friend 😢

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor (it was between that or Hufflepuff, but I think he's too recklesss and overbearing to be a Hufflepuff haha)

Favourite Ice Cream Flavour: Cookies 'n Cream

Favourite Colour: Green - but he can be very easily swayed; he thinks they're all fun

Favourite Number: 420 babyyyyy 😎🍃🔥💨🤪💯

Favourite Movie: Wayne's World or the live action Scooby Doo - but his Wet Side Story universe pick would be A Bucket of Blood

Favourite Songs: Ok, this is a really tough category for him, because he has a very deep appreciation for a very broad spectrum of music genres. But, a (slightly) narrowed down list would probably look something like: Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, Creep by Radiohead, Enter Sandman by Metallica, Hotel California by the Eagles, Vienna by Billy Joel, Does Your Mother Know by ABBA, Happy Together by The Turtles, Life Is A Highway by Rascal Flatts, Fight For Your Right by the Beastie Boys, The Muppet Show theme song & Hurricane by Bridgit Mendler

A place they want to visit: Niagara Falls - purely because he wants a souvenir t-shirt

#I finally did it!#it's probably wayyy too detailed #but I just had so much fun putting it together I couldn't help myself lol #I'm starting to get a real soft spot for him #he feels like a scrawny little baby bird I need to nurture and protect lmao #ok - i think that's my cue to get to bed hahaha #Ethan

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piko-power · 8 months

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Been feeling emotional lately and I wanted to write something based on my headcanon about Sonic and Amy's relationship. (This can be platonic as well if you want to view it that way. I don't mind!)

TW: Self-hatred, implied suicidal thoughts, and parental death (mentioned)

Quick note this takes place right after Frontiers and when Tails, Knuckles and Amy returned and also before The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog.

"Amy? I know this is probably a dumb question to ask, but..." He paused, ruffling his quills to find better words to ask. He really doesn't wanna sound completely stupid.

"I highly doubt that." Amy chuckled, looking away from the sunset to face Sonic. After taking care of some Badniks in the city, they needed a breather. She never knew that Sonic out of all people would invite her to watch the sun set in the horizon but is she complaining?

She gets to spend time with him, as usual, and got to watch the sunset. It's a win win.

"Whatever it is you want to ask me, I'm here to answer." She puts her hands together and smiled widely.

Gosh, why is she so darn sweet? The answer's obvious, but...

Sonic looked to his right for a moment before opening his mouth.

He feels incredibly uncomfortable, but it was too late to turn back. No matter how much he hates to ask, he needs to know.

He hopes he was right.

"Do you still love me?"

"..."

They both stared at each other. One waiting for a response, and the other caught off-guard by such question.

"...What?" She muttered, flabbergasted.

Sonic, you are you idiot, he scolded himself.

Amy tried to speak, but she was just so surprised. Eventually, she just, burst into laughter. Sonic was startled but the sudden laugh attack.

He never heard her laugh like this before. The loud little giggles and the occasional snort. It was kind of funny. He sort of laughed along with her, despite feeling like a dummy.

"I-I'm- HAHA! I'm s-so sorry, Sonic! I-I didn't mean to la-ha-haugh!" Amy tried to breathe but the laughs just keep coming. "Heheh, it's alright, I guess." Sonic chuckled, looking away from the wheezing hedgehog. He did sound stupid there, didn't he?

Amy took a few deep breaths, and wiped the tears from her eyes. Sonic crossed his arms, wishing he never asked that pathetic question. "So, the question was dumb?" He quietly asked, hoping that Amy won't respond to that one.

"No! No! Of course not, Sonic! it's just..." Amy took another deep breath. Opening her eyes, she can tell that Sonic was looking off to the distance, arms crossed and everything. She can tell he looked hurt somehow.

Reading the room, she became soft and approached him. "I promise you, I wasn't laughing at you." She spoke. "I just... Wasn't expecting you to ask me something like that."

"Honestly... Me neither." He shrugged, still looking away. "I thought is was obvious, so why ask?"

"...What's obvious?"

Sonic turned to face Amy, slightly surprised to hear that. "I... I thought you... Don't- I mean-! No, no, of course you still do-! But I don't know that-! But I know you, and I- ...I shouldn't worry about this kind of stuff." He rubbed his arm.

"I don't know, I was just... Thinking about some things lately and..."

Amy frowned. "Sonic...?"

"I'm sorry. Just... Just pretend I didn't say anything. It was dumb of me to ask. I shouldn't worry about that or anything relating to love." He spoke out the last word, trying to sound all grossed out about it. "I don't know what's up with me."

"Sonic-"

"I didn't mean to bother you, alright? I'll leave now." Sonic was about to run off when a hand grabbed him by the arm.

"WAIT!"

Sonic turned to see Amy, her grabbing a hold of him with worry in her eyes. He can tell she doesn't want him to leave.

She doesn't want him to leave her.

"Sonic... Of course I still love you." She said with a small smile. But the smile didn't last too long. "I just never thought you'd care about that."

Sonic blinked.

Releasing his arm, Amy backed away and adjust her headband, feeling nervous. Sonic walked back up to her to fix her headband.

They both looked at each other.

Amy looked down at her feet, feeling sad. "I... Never thought you actually cared."

Sonic's ears pinned. "I- Of course I do. I just- I just don't feel the same. You know that. Right?"

"I've always known."

There was a longer beat.

"Even as a kid, I've always known I can be very loud with my emotions. I just love to express myself." She said. "Throughout the years, I just wanted to follow you, and show you how capable I can be. That I can be... Your hero someday, or be... Useful."

"Whoa, whoa. Hold up. 'Useful?'" Sonic repeated the last word in shock. "What are you talking about, you've always been useful- You are the toughest hedgehog I know close to Shadow! Why would you think otherwise?"

She giggled sadly. "I don't know, I just... You always run away from me, even if I wanted to say something that isn't romantic for once. I'm not just a fangirl, you know."

"Hey, I knew that since forever. I know you mean well."

"Then why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you tell me that you liked me in the first place? Even if it's not, like, 'I feel the same for you' kind of like?"

"I..." Sonic was stuck, not knowing how to answer that. He really didn't know.

"If you said anything, maybe... I wouldn't have tried so hard. To convince you that I'm not just a little girl or whatever... That I... Actually have a purpose."

"Wait, what?" Sonic's ears went up for a moment. "'Purpose?' Amy, what are you actually talking about? Why are you saying all this?"

"Doesn't matter..." She mumbled, turning away.

"I think it does??" Sonic said, voice a little louder, wanting to get her attention. "Are you saying that you're not worth being part of the team? Because, lemme tell you right now, that is NOT true! I am grateful to have you here, Amy Rose!" He tried not to sound so demanding and harsh, but he just wanted her to listen.

"Never, EVER, think that you aren't worth being in this team! For years you ventured with us, becoming stronger and braver every time. Do you have any idea how proud I am of you?"

She didn't say anything. She could only look at the grass, holding her hands together.

"Heck, if it weren't for you, Shadow would never have helped us! You even befriended a robot and saved a Flicky's family for Pete's sake! You've done so much for not only us, but for the whole world, Amy."

She stayed silent.

"I can't believe you would think otherwise, after all of this time. Why? Why would you think that...?"

There was still no response from the light pink hedgehog. She just looked at the ground, refusing to face her hero.

"Amy... Please look at me... Why didn't you tell me any of this...?" Sonic spoke softly, taking a step towards her, almost placing her hand on her shoulder. "Is this why you were so quiet lately? Why you didn't go to your usual chases, or talk about our future?"

Amy blinked a few times, fearing he would quickly get the hint.

"You think that... You're not worth my time? Or anyone's time?"

She shuts her eyes.

"I thought you'd be better off without me..." She quietly croaked.

His eyes grew.

I thought you'd be better off without me?

Better off? Without Amy??

...Why??

"Amy, why the hell would you think that?!" He shouted. "For the past couple of days, I've been thinking about us when we were younger and how much you've changed. Ever since we defeated Infinite, I noticed some changes. You stopped chasing me around with that hammer of yours, you didn't even ask me out. I can't even remember the last time that happened."

Amy held her own arm.

"I can't even remember the last time you said you loved me."

She held her arm tight, almost scratching it.

"I thought... You, were better off without me."

Amy spun around with a gasp, tears glossed on her sea green eyes. "WHAT?! No, that's not true, Sonic!"

"I thought you've had enough of me. Back then, I thought I was too harsh. I knew you were nice and bubbly and have a big heart, but you just... Love me so much."

Amy looked away again, feeling upset at herself.

"Almost every time we came across each other, you want to go out or you wanna talk about our future together or whatever. I thought it was so weird. I'm not a romantic kind of guy, and I thought you were so..."

He stopped himself. He never wanted to finish that sentence. He doesn't want to say anything like that about her. He never wanted to, even when they were younger.

"...annoying?" Amy finished.

A small gasp escaped his mouth.

"N-No. No!" He stuttered. You're not annoying-!"

"YES I AM!" She screamed.

He jumped from Amy's shriek that echoed around the fields.

"What's make you think that I don't do any of those things anymore, Smart Alec?" She barked. "During the first few months of the Eggman War, I realized how extreme I really am to you and how all lovey dovey I can be and how obnoxious I was to you."

"You are not-"

"I'm not finished. She spoke up.

"Hearing word that you were presumably... dead, I was just... Not having a great time. At all." She held her arm again as she continued.

"During the time, I looked back at my memories with you. They were so bittersweet and wonderful to look back on, until... I truly understood how annoying I was to you, and possibly to a few people. I don't care if we were younger, it was still recent."

"Amy-"

"I was already feeling upset because of your loss, but opening my eyes on the person I became meeting you, I... I wanted to be stronger than that. More, special, than that. I want to be someone people can actually look up to. Someone people can actually love."

"Now listen here-"

"I AM NOT FINISHED, SONIC." She demanded calmly.

Sonic, running out of patience, just sighed. and listen.

"I tried. I really did." She continued. I tried so hard to get over you and focus on the war. I tried so how to stop loving you, but... When I tried, I just... Felt worse, somehow."

Tears came in once more when she looked at Sonic.

"It hurts me knowing that I have to force myself to give up on the one person who made me who I am today. I didn't want to do that, but I thought if I did, I'd be a better person."

"Ames..." Sonic muttered out her nickname. A nickname he came up with on the spot, unknowingly. His eyes were soft and sad.

"But I just... Couldn't. You just 'died,' and I don't want to do that! I don't want to stop loving you because you were the first person I met after-! ..."

She quickly stopped herself before going too far.

"After what?"

Welp, too late.

"...After I lost my parents." She said quietly, beginning to cry.

Something hurt in his chest. Very badly, after hearing that. She never talked about her parents before. Now he knows why.

"They were always there for me when times of tough, and they helped me even train with my new hammer, which my daddy made for me. Of course now it has some upgrades thank to Tails, but it was still nostalgic to me. They loved me very much and would do anything to keep me safe."

Crossing his arms and leaning slightly, Sonic sighed, listening to her story. He felt awful.

"I was only seven when I lost them. I was way too young. I hated thinking about it, but I remember them telling me to keep running and protect myself no matter what happens. Then I just, ran off. Leaving my parents with those robots."

Sonic gasped quietly. He knew what kind of robots she was talking about.

"I wanted to protect them from those robots but I felt so scared, even with my hammer. I didn't know what to do. I just ran away. Like a coward." She clinched her fists tightly, wanting so badly to kick her younger self in the face.

"Ever since, for almost a whole year, I blamed myself for the doing the one thing I wanted to do. Keep my family safe, in thanks of keeping me safe. I was by myself ever since. Though, I tried to find a new family. A new place. A new home, anything to make me feel happy again. But... No one would take me..."

Replaying the memories of strangers ignoring her plea from back then, to even some kids befriending her, only to leave her in the dust when she was in trouble, continuously stab her heart every time.

"No one. Literally no one would take me in. I was a loud, weak, sobbing mess to every person who had every right to walk pass by."

It hurts Sonic hearing her say that about herself.

"But as time goes on, I kept on walking. On my own, hoping one day I'll find my place. My new family. I found these tarot card one day and they cheered me right up. They were right up my ally. Then, one card... Heheh, you know exactly what was on that card."

He smiled slightly. "Sure do."

"It was how we met. On Little Planet. Then I met Tails and Knuckles. And ever since, I truly believed I found my new home. You guys, but especially you. You were the first person that I met after I lost my home, and I couldn't be more happier."

She smiled widely. "Not only did you change my life, but you saved it as well. That's just one of the many reasons why I love you!"

Then, she stopped, her smile fading away instantly. "But... When I got older, I became more aware of my actions and wanted to deal with it. But sometimes I set aside those worries, because, that's what you do best, right? No worries at all!"

"Yeah..." Sonic "agreed."

"But it never truly bothered me until we lost you. For months, I was having a horrible time, while trying to be there for the Resistance, being stuck between not wanting to give up my love for you, or just stay the way I am and not change at all. I feel... Stuck. And worthless, knowing that I don't know how to change for the better."

"Don't say that. You're not worthless." Sonic spoke. "You shouldn't kept all of this to yourself during that time. Did you at least talk to someone about it? Cream, Rouge, anyone?"

"No. I was too busy working and checking up with the rest of the rookies during the war." She continued. "Plus, I didn't want to worry anyone if I did anyway. They were worried about you, so what's the point?"

"Everyone was there for each other during that mess! You know darn well they'll be there for you when you need them most!" Sonic corrected in a harsh tone. "And we were there for you since forever! You really think your feelings don't matter?! You really think I don't care about you??!"

Amy was slightly scared by Sonic's yell, but she knew he wasn't being rude. "I-I..." She stuttered. "I don't know!"

"..." Sonic sighed was again, but sounding tired and fed up with the way Amy is treating herself right now.

"I really don't know. You were gone, everyone else was busy, I don't want to get in anyone's way, and I don't know if I should give up my love." She said. "Everything was going so fast in my head and I hated it. Every second of it. I just want my worries to go away. I just want you to get out of my head! I just want to be happy! I just-!!"

She gripped harder on her arm. Sonic quickly held onto her arm, wanting her to release it carefully. "Amy, stop! You're hurting yourself!"

"I just don't want to be alone again!" She sobbed. "I just wanted a family again!" I just want to be reminded that I'm important after so long! Why can't I have this?! Why can't I have any of this?! Why am I trying to hard when I'll just lose everything all over again?!"

"Amy, STOP IT!"

"Why can't I be better?! Why can't I change?! I just... I JUST WANT TO BE BETTER FOR YOU! FOR EVERYONE!"

"AMY!"

"WHY CAN'T I DO ANYTHING RIGHT??!"

"AMY ROSE!!"

Sonic yelled out her name loud enough for Amy to finally hear him. She looked up to see his face, full of anger and fear. He was letting out shaky breaths.

Great, Now look what she did. He's upset. And it's all her fault.

"God... What am I even doing... I should've have told you that stuff, but I just have to be honest..." She sniffled, looking down. "I really can't do anyth-"

"Stop." He barked. "Stop it. Right now."

"Don't tell me what to do."

"Don't you ever say those things again! You hear me?" He grabbed her arm up to get her to face him again. "Don't EVER say that again!"

"I-"

"EVER!"

Her lips quivered, and broke down into sobs again. "I'm sorry, S-Sonic. Please don't be m-mad at me."

"Amy, why didn't you tell me how you were feeling lately?! Or anyone?! Why would you keep this from us?! Why would think that you're not important?!"

"... ..." Amy just cried softly, refusing to say another word.

"Why would you ever try and give up on your love for me after all this time?"

"Because you don't love me."

...

The only thing that could be heard over the silence was Amy's heartbreaking cries. Sonic's head was racing with so many things to say but he just... Couldn't.

He held his hands on both of Amy's arms to try and comfort her, not knowing what to do with all this information.

He felt stuck as well.

"I'm sorry-"

"Stop saying that. It's not your fault. Okay?" He rubbed her arms in a little circle. "It was never your fault."

She was hiccuping more quiet sobs, still refusing to look at him. "I-I'm sor-ry, S-Sonic..." "No, no, no." Sonic spoke. "It's not your fault, Amy... You didn't do anything wrong, okay...? You just didn't know what to do..."

"I'm sorry..."

"You've done nothing wrong. You have nothing to be sorry about. You were brave back there and you still are. You are strong and you have a heart of gold. The biggest heart I've seen in fact." He continues on, rubbing her arms to comfort her.

"You've done so much. For us, and me. I am proud of you. We all are. Always. You are an amazing hero, Amy. You have no idea how important you are."

At that moment, the words she longed to hear, she broke down into louder sobs and fell to her knees, not being able to control her crying anymore. Sonic comes down to his knees and held her. Tight.

He hugged her.

He hugged her, for a long time.

He began rubbing her back, hushing softly.

"I want you to hear me, okay? I want to hear what I'm gonna say." He said. He couldn't see it, but he knew Amy nodded her head slowly. He took in a deep inhale...

"Amy, just because I don't feel the same, that doesn't mean I don't care. Okay?" He goes on. "But I do love you in my own way. I've always thought you were the most happiest, energetic person I've met in a long time. And even though I'm not the biggest fan of romance, I still enjoy your company."

Amy's cries has calm down at this point.

"We were younger. We were kids. I didn't understand that whole 'love' shtick and thought it was all yucky and stuff. But getting older, I know it won't change someone's life just to be with that someone. In fact, it makes that someone's life better. Some people aren't into relationships either, and that's okay."

Amy then sniffled loudly before Sonic continued.

"You are a great person, Amy, and you have no idea how lucky I am to have you here today. In a way, you pretty much saved my life too. You've came a long way to be the person you wanna be. I am proud of you. So, so proud of you. Okay? Don't forget that."

He rubbed her back again, soothing her cries and calming her down much better.

"Don't think that you're feelings don't matter, alright? I care about everyone's feelings, including yours. Regardless if I love you the way you love me, I'll do anything to make sure that frown goes upside down. I'll do anything to make sure you're happy."

He broke up the hug for a moment to face her, seeing all the tears dripping down her face like a small waterfall. "And another thing... I'm sorry if I made you believe that you don't matter. Like I said before, I've been thinking about how different we were towards each other and... I feel like I should make it up for you."

"Sonic..." Amy said hoarsely. "Don't say that. You weren't 'harsh' to me. We were young, like you said."

"I know, but..." Sonic said. "Hearing all of this now, all of the thing you kept from me..."

He sighed.

"It's kind of funny that we both wished to be better for each other, huh?" He chuckled weakly. "But... Listen, Amy... You did change for the better, both for yourself and for me. You've done so much right instead of wrong, alright? And after everything that happened, and after all this time, you still love me. That's pretty crazy..."

"Of course I do." She giggled quietly. "You've done so much for me. During that time in the war, it was a big struggle for me. I wasn't sure if I should keep going. Like, at all..."

His emerald eyes grew for a second. He caught what she meant by those last words. "Amy..."

"But... All I can think of was you. Your smile. Your bravery. Your big heart." Amy softly touched Sonic's chest where his heart is.

"For a while, I could only think about our relationship, but the last few months of that time, you yourself, and as an wonderful person, is all there is in my mind. If I give up, I think you wouldn't like that." She said, once again, holding her arm.

"No. I wouldn't." He held her arm gently and rubbed with with his thumb. "Don't tell anybody this, but back at the Death Egg, it was just basically me and my thoughts, and sometimes those stupid allusions that pop up to mess with me every month or so." He laughed.

"What?" Amy grew concerned.

"Anyway, during the first few months, I was thinking about our friends and wondering, hoping, that they'll be okay without me. I think back to our childhood sometimes. When I first met Tails, Knuckles and you. Some weeks my mind focused on Tails and how he's doing right now. Sometimes Knuckles. And even the Chaotix. I was even wondering what was Shadow's problem with me and why he joined Eggman. Granted, I was worried about him too."

"Sonic..."

"Then I thought about you. You, Knuckles and Tails were the ones I thought about the most, because... You all mean the world to me." Me said, his voice cracking slightly.

Amy's eyes lit up like stars.

"I thought I was being too hard on you sometimes, looking back at our moments. I thought maybe I made you believe that I... Hate you. But I thought it was ridiculous cause you know me! I get along with pretty much a lot of people! But sometimes... It's rare for my worries to catch up with me but when it does..."

Amy held Sonic's hand. He took notice and was surprised at first but looked up to see Amy's smile.

Haven't seen that smile in a while.

"Sonic. You were never hard on me. You were such a sweet hedgehog and you still are, even though I can be too much sometimes. You didn't make me believe that. I did that to myself, haha..." Amy said, giggling and wiping away her tears.

"You know, we have a lot in common after all."

"Yeah. I guess we kinda do." Sonic chuckled.

"We both don't want to worry anyone or even ourselves." They both said perfectly in unison.

Realizing that, they both laughed together. "Jinx! You owe me some Chaos Cola!" Amy said, unable to stop herself from laughing again.

After a moment, Sonic stopped to hear Amy's adorable laughter. He smiled, relieved to hear and see her smile and laugh again after all that drama earlier.

"Aw, where have you been Amy's smile? I've been looking everywhere for ya." He then booped Amy's button nose. "Boop!"

Amy squealed loudly. He never booped her nose before. "Oh, my Gosh!"

"Agh! I'm sorry!"

"No, no, no, it's okay! I wasn't expecting that!"

They both continued laughing for a while, just sitting on the ground with all their previous worries and concern washed away like it never happened.

It really has been a while since they bonded like this. They both needed this laugh. They both needed all of this.

Eventually, they calmed themselves down and relaxed, looking at one another.

Amy smiled. "Sonic?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. For everything."

He smiled as well. "You're welcome. Though, I should be thanking you too. For supporting me during my worst times. Your love and kindness means a lot."

They both back up on their feet and notice the sunset was gone. "Aw. It's over." Amy pouted.

"Hey, it's alright." Sonic said, placing his hand on her shoulder. "There's always next time! Of course, if you're not busy or whatever."

"Haha. Sure." She responded, her voice sounding much better already.

They both look out to the twilight sky, the sky being dark purple with a hint of blue and pink. "Also, uh, thanks for lending me a help back there with those Badniks."

"No problem! Anything to help out my darling Sonic!" She winked

"Pfft, wow, been a hot minute since you called me THAT." He said.

"What? Ya don't like it?" She teased.

"NO! I mean- Kind of- But it's not that I despise it!"

Amy cracked up once more. Sonic just rolled his eyes. "Whatever, dude." He laughed.

Amy sighed, feeling a whole lot better after what happened. She looked out to the horizon where the sunset was, then back at Sonic. "Thanks for taking me out here."

"Anytime. Been a while since I watched the sun set. Every now and then I like to slow down and just... Admire the most special things about life." He then said, looking right at Amy.

Her whole face goes red and her eyes grew huge.

"AAAAAAH!" She screamed, looking away and covering her face. "What? Was it something I said?" He teased back. "YOU ARE SUCH A DORK!" She squealed, causing Sonic to go into another laughing fit.

Sonic thought it will go badly when he asks a stupid question. It did, but only for a while. There were some tears but then everything was better again.

He hoped someday Amy can talk to him more about her feelings, and maybe he should tell others about his as well, since he doesn't talk about his time at the Death Egg that often.

And probably other stuff too.

He and Amy should hang out more often. He remembered that Amy's 14th birthday is coming up. He missed her 13th, so why not make up for lost time!

"Hey, your birthday is coming up soon. I'm going to assume that I'm invited?"

"Of course! I'm planning something very special, too! But you'll have to wait til the right date comes! It's a surprise." Amy winked again.

"Cool! I'll be there!"

She smiled widely, lucky to have met this blue hedgehog. "I know you will."

He smiled also, but rests his face for a moment to say, "Hey, can you promise me something?"

"Sure."

He held her hand.

"Whenever you feel down or if there's something you want to talk about, please come to me. Know that I'm always here for you."

She looked into the emerald green of his eyes.

"Always." He repeated.

Her eyes sting with tears for a moment, but she took a deep breath to relax herself.

She then placed her other hand on his, smiling. "I promise."

Happy Early 30th Anniversary To Amy Rose, One Of My Favorite Characters In The Franchise.

To those having a rough time right now, always remember that you are loved. You are special. I am proud of you. You've done so much and you're doing great.

Never give up, not even on yourself, because there a lot of people out there who care for you and love you. I have to remind myself this every day and I want to remind you too.

This year has been tough for a lot of people as of late but it's going to get better. It's gonna take a while but it's going to be better. I promise.

When negative thoughts hit, let is pass, and keep living.

#sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #sonic fanfiction #my fanfiction #tw selfhate #tw sui implied #tw mention of death #I've been meaning to write this for a long time now and I finally got into doing it.#I have another story in the making but I wanna get this out of the way first.#Wanted to write something based on my headcanons regarding Sonic and Amy's relationship and how far they both came as friends.#This can also be viewed as sonamy but you can decide for yourself! It can be romantic or platonic.#I also made this for Amy's anniversary since it's coming up soon.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS LOST EDEN Vol.1 Sakamaki Saga [TRACK 4]

Original title: それぞれのSpeculation

Source: Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN Vol.1: Sakamaki-hen

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke, Katsuyuki Konishi, Midorikawa Hikaru, Kaji Yuki, Hirakawa Daisuke & Takashi Kondou

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TRACK 4: VARIOUS SPECULATIONS (18:02 - 35:30)

You enter the living room.

*Cling*

Shuu: …Hm? Oh, it’s you. I thought one of the guys had come back again. Pwaah…

*Rustle*

Shuu: So, what brings you here? If you didn’t come here with a specific reason, I’m gonna have to ask you to go somewhere else.

You explain.

Shuu: Haah…Why are you asking me that?

*Rustle*

Shuu: It’s annoying.

*Rustle*

Shuu: You’ve sure got some guts to come to me for advice after you’ve had a fight with your boyfriend in bed.

You protest.

Shuu: Heeh? That’s not it? Then…

*Rustle*

Shuu: How do you explain these fresh bite marks? I bet that idiot came to you to vent out his frustration?

You nod.

Shuu: So, you felt as if something was slightly off about his behavior, correct? Then why not ask him directly? Or are you here to show off to me?

You shake your head.

Shuu: Heeh…Then you really are a natural lewd woman. I mean, coming here while reeking of some other man…You’re basically inviting me, no?

*Rustle*

Shuu pins her down on the couch.

Shuu: Well, unlike that idiot, the answer to your question is quite clear to me. Of course, I won’t give it to you for free. First I have to punish you for getting another man’s scent on you…

*Rustle*

Shuu: Then afterwards, you’ll have to give me some of equal value in exchange for the information. …Well, now that I think about it, I’m sure this counts as more of a reward to you instead.

*Rustle*

Shuu: Haha…I suppose I’ll take this opportunity to overwrite his marks. You better be grateful…

Shuu bites you.

Shuu: Nn…

*Gulp*

Shuu: Haah…It coats my tongue…Your blood really knows how to draw me in after all. Hahn…Mmh…

*Gulp*

*Sluuuurp*

Shuu: Hah…What? You want me to do more?

You shake your head.

Shuu: If you want to beg, you’ll have to start doing a better job. For exampleーー

Reiji enters the room.

*Cling*

Reiji: Oh dear.

Shuu: Che.

Reiji: My sincere apologies for interrupting.

*Rustle*

Shuu: Haah…I’m sure this’ll come as a disappointment to you, but we’re done here. About Ayatoーー I think you’re pretty spot on with your observation. But don’t ask me why he’s running rampant like that. Now hurry up and leave. You’re in my way.

You get up as Shuu lies back down.

*Thud*

You leave the room.

Shuu: Haah…Honestly, slow people are such a pain.

*SCENE SHIFT*

You run into Reiji on your way back.

Reiji: Oh, my apologies for what happened earlier.

You apologize as well.

Reiji: Why are you saying sorry as well? I do not understand why you would have to apologize to me, when the situation only put you to shame. If anything, having you express your remorse is rather upsetting to me. Almost as if you are alluding that I harbor some sort of unnecessary feelings towards you. Therefore, please do not mind me.

He starts walking away as you call out to him.

Reiji: Is there still something else?

You ask him about Ayato.

Reiji: Not only Ayato, all of us are feeling somewhat out of the ordinary today.

You tilt your head to the side.

Reiji: I feel restless…As if something is closing in on us, do you understand?

You frown.

Reiji: Did Ayato not tell you?

You shake your head.

Reiji: Good grief…I figured that would be the case.

You ask Reiji for an explanation.

Reiji: I assume he simply used you as a way to satisfy his own desires, without informing you about the situation at hand. ーー When I look at these marks on your neck…I have to say, they very much capture his personality.

You ask Reiji what this ‘something’ closing in on them is.

Reiji: I do not know what this ‘something’ is either. I can simply sense it approaching us. Ayato should obviously know the answer though…

Your eyes widen in surprise.

Reiji: Should you truly be so surprised? He inherited Father’s powers. …If he wished to, he could even change the natural flow of time. …If something is causing you worries, then I believe your best strategy would be to go ask Ayato.

You thank him.

Reiji: No need to thank me. I simply gave some advice to someone who clearly lacks basic understanding. Well then, if you’d excuse me now…

You begin to walk away as well.

Reiji: …Hm. Wait one second.

Reiji suddenly grabs hold of your wrist.

*Rustle*

Reiji: I changed my mind. I think I will have you express your gratitude to me after all.

*THUD*

Reiji: Do you find it strange for me to behave in this way? …In which case, I believe you might have the wrong idea of me. I have desires of my own as well. Yet, not only are you giving off that shameless scent, but you are trying to return to that man’s side once more.

*Rustle*

Reiji: While I was going to let it slide for once, I have changed my mind. It would go against my personal pride to simply let you go. Now give it to me…That blood of yours.

Reiji bites you.

Reiji: Nn…Nnh…

*Gulp gulp*

Reiji: Nn…Hah…

*Rustle*

Reiji: Your blood is of the finest quality, per usual. As much as I hate to admit it.

You ask Reiji what has gotten into him.

Reiji: Fufu…What a pointless question. I believe you might not understand a man’s mind in the slightest.

*Rustle rustle*

Reiji: I wonder if it was that side of yours which allowed you to become the new Eve.

*Rustle*

Reiji: Well then, I am done with you. You may go wherever you please. I have already put my mark on you.

Reiji walks away.

Kanato: …What a surprise. I would have never expected for Reiji to suck your blood out in the open like that.

You turn your head, surprised to see Kanato there.

Kanato: I’ve been standing here this whole time.

Kanato approaches you.

Kanato: Don’t tell me you didn’t even take note of my presence, because you were simply too focused on Reiji?

You shake your head.

Kanato: Heeh…Then why didn’t you notice me?

You explain.

Kanato: Oh please, don’t try to lie by saying that I lack presence. I bet you actually knew I was there, and did all of that on purpose, correct?

Kanato wraps his hand around your throat.

Kanato: Say…If you won’t tell me the truth…I’ll tighten the grip of my hand and strangle you. I am very irritable right now. …Not only am I having trouble sleeping despite being tired, but on top of that, Reiji sucked your blood when you’re supposed to be mine! Haah…Aahー Perhaps I should just kill you here on the spot? That way, you won’t ever do such a foolish thing again, will you? ーー Right!?

*Thud*

Kanato: Uu…Hey! Why won’t you say anything!?

You apologize.

Kanato: A simple sorry won’t cut it. ‘I’m sorry for upsetting you and letting some guy suck my blood…’ ーー That’s what I want you to say.

You apologize once more.

Kanato: … That doesn’t sound very sincere. I feel really upset. Right, it must be you who is making me feel this irritated. Because you just won’t do as I want you to!

Kanato bites you.

Kanato: Hahn…

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

Kanato: Mmhーー! …What do I need to do…To get rid of this irritable feeling towards you!?

*Sluuuuurp*

Kanato: Tell me…!

You lose consciousness.

*Thud*

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle*

*Creaaak*

Laito: Rise・and・shine~ …Bitch-chan~

You seem surprised to find him there.

Laito: Yes, Laito-kun is here~ The Knight in Shining Armor who saved the Princess from the clutches of that dangerous man. Nfu~

You recall that Kanato suddenly started sucking your blood.

Laito: Exactly. You would have died at that rate. Good grief…Kanato-kun’s hysteric personality can be quite the handful. But well…From what I could tell, it seemed like you did something to warrant that kind of treatment.

*Creaaak*

Laito: …I can’t say I’m too fond of these bite marks on you.

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: Not just Kanato-kun, but other men who want you will feel jealousy towards them as well. Although in my eyes…It’s more like a treat.

*Rustle*

He blows against the bite marks.

Laito: Phew…~

You flinch.

Laito: Aah~ I can’t get enough of the thought of you being toyed around with by multiple men as they indulge in your blood and violate you. Not just physically either, but emotionally as well…

*Rustle*

Laito: Just imagining how they’ll play with your feelings…It’s more than enough to flip that switch inside of me~

Laito pins you down.

*Thud*

Laito: I doubt you understand that, do you?

*Rustle*

Laito: Ah…Mmh…Haah…Say? Let me suck your blood. Make me one of your boytoys as well. I promise I won’t treat you badly?

You shake your head.

Laito: Oh…You don’t want to? Fufu…Fufufu…Exactly, just like that…By playing hard to get like that, you’re basically adjusting to my personal preferences, aren’t you?

*Rustle*

Laito: Haahn…

Laito bites you.

*Gulp gulp*

Laito: Nn…

*Gulp gulp*

Laito: Haah…Aah~ Nfu~ You’re the best, Bitch-chan…Hahn…

*Gulp gulp gulp*

Laito: Mmhah…

*Gulp gulp gulp*

Laito: Aah~ …Hm?

*Rustle*

Laito: Hah…Why look so sad? If only you’d try a bit harder, you’d be able to enjoy it so much more.

*Creaaaak*

Laito: Well, I suppose I’ll let you off the hook today. …Nfu~ I wouldn’t go as far as to call it compensation, but I actually have a little request.

You seem skeptical.

Laito: Ah, don’t worry. I’m not going to ask you to do anything lewd. …It’s just, I’d like you to ask Ayato-kun something. Please tell him to stay here forever, here in the human world.

You seem confused.

Laito: Easy enough, right?

You ask why Laito would ask that from Ayato.

Laito: That’s none of your business, Bitch-chan. Say, will you ask him for me?

*THUD*

Subaru: Why don’t you ask him that shit yourself!?

Laito: …Oh. Subaru-kun, what a naughty little brother you are~ I’m sure you can tell as much but your Onii-sama is busy right now.

Subaru: Fuck off! I don’t give a damn ‘bout that! …Or ratherーー Oi, you! Come here!

Subaru pulls you his way.

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: Oh… I wasn’t done talking to you yet!

Subaru: But I am!

*Rustle*

Subaru drags you away.

Subaru: Ugh!

*THUD*

The two of you leave together.

Laito: Nfu~ Good grief…So many guys losing their minds from jealousy. How exhausting. Everyone should chill out a bit more.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shuu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #diabolik lovers lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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kaiwewi · 2 years

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im hooked on guilty conscience have some fries 🍟🍟🍟

Aww, and I'm hooked on all the lovely comments and feedback 💖💕 Thank you for the fries!! I shall humbly offer you ~1,000 words of fluffy nonsense - Villain and the little hero bonding over a silly childhood story 😎

Guilty Conscience #9

[Masterlist: Renegade Rescue Squad] [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8]

Synopsis: Villain reads through his chats and ends up sharing an embarrassing childhood story with the hero.

tw: talk about captivity

When the little hero didn’t say anything else and the silence became thick enough to choke on, Villain pulled out his phone and began reading through his chats in earnest.

Henchman had replied to his message with an “On my way”, a “Harper is coming too”, and a thumbs-up emoji; and though he didn’t need confirmation he could still count on Henchman, the gesture did make breathing easier.

As expected, Doc’s messages were requests for supplies.

Supervillain’s message was likely something he didn’t have the stomach for at the moment, so he read through Bax’s chat next…

“Henchman said you're working with Other Villain?! Really???? You’ve lost your fucking mind!!”

“Where r u?”

“I sure hope you’re not ignoring me ”

“Villain wtf”

“Villain answer your stupid phone!!”

“HELLO?! 😡😡😡”

“You little renegade if you don’t talk to us immediately I’m going to make sure you regret every choice you ever made in your damn life!!!!!”

“I swear, if you blocked me…”

“If you don’t call right this instant I’ll tell everyone the slug story”

“Haha! Too late!! We’re all making fun of you now 😈 that’s what you get for being a shit brother”

“F u Slugboy”

He rubbed a hand across his face. Ugh, Bax was angry all right. He might as well start looking for a shovel and dig himself a pit to go die in.

He looked up, caught the hero craning their neck to get a glimpse of his phone, and quickly turned the screen away from their prying eyes. Though not fast enough, apparently.

“Why are they calling you ‘Slugboy’?”

Ah dammit. “It’s… a stupid story…”

Because, once upon a time, he’d been a ten-year-old idiot brat who’d thought it was unfair his older sister got to hang out with her clique while he had to help their mum in the garden. Because he’d felt left out whenever Bax spent time with her teenager friends. And maybe also because he’d had this little crush on her friend Alex.

Fuelled by spite and a need for attention, he’d thought it would be hilarious to steal away with the half-full slug bucket and throw slugs at Bax and her friends.

Well. It had been funny. For all but the 2 minutes it had taken Bax to catch him.

He’d never forget Bax’s cruel smirk as she’d grabbed him and, with her friends’ assistance, dunked him face-first into the slug bucket.

“And that,” he concluded, “is how Bax and her friends came to call me ‘Slugboy’ for a few months. But they dropped it when one of the boys in the neighbourhood picked up on it and started making fun of me. Bax was furious – something about siblings having exclusive rights to bullying each other – and whatever she did to the poor guy, he never even looked my way again afterwards.”

He smiled. Despite the fights and petty jibes, Bax had always had his back when it mattered.

The hero watched him with a sort of eager fascination, like they were actually interested in his silly childhood anecdotes. Or perhaps they merely needed the distraction as much as he did. “The slugs… did you get them in your mouth?”

He cringed. With a shudder and a grimace, he nodded. Oh, he’d had slug slime in his mouth, in his nose, in his ears…

“Yuck!” The little hero gave one of those gleeful sorry-not-sorry laughs. “Did you swallow any? What did they taste like?”

Slimy, bitter, and acrid.

“I didn't, fortunately. But they taste like humiliation,” – a crooked smile played on his lips – “and two hours of retching, with Mum giggling in the background telling me I deserve it.”

He shared a chuckle with the hero, but they fell silent again and the conversation died.

Opening Angel’s chat, he was greeted by the image of a bemused-looking dog with a caption reading “new EMT on first shift: ‘It sure is quiet tonight’”. Yeah, not only on the first shift…

Next was a picture showing Angel and Supervillain – Angel with his way too innocent-looking face and Supervillain with an uncharacteristic softness to their sharp features – posing on a hill with the cityscape in the background. The subsequent message read “This is already the fifth time we’re hanging out this month! Locations seem kinda romantic? You know, sunsets and stuff… Think they might be into me, or am I imagining things?”

Hm, perhaps Supervillain did look a tad… smitten.

He scrolled to the next message and tsked. Stupid Bax…

“B just told us the FUNNIEST story… Slugboy 🐌 (yeah I know that's not a slug but they didn't have a slug emoji 😒)”

“Wait, made you a meme. Lol check this out”

One look at the image – a slug donning a crudely-rendered digital likeness of the jacket he was currently wearing – and its caption “I didn’t choose the slug life. The slug life chose me” was all it took to make him burst into an odd mix of laughter and tears.

The hero regarded him for a long moment, then asked, “are you like this with all your prisoners?”

His small bubble of merriment burst and he sobered. “Hey, you’re not a prisoner – not mine and not anybody else’s. I can promise you that much.”

“And you expect me to trust you.”

“I don’t expect anything.” But he'd still like them to feel safe.

The little hero gave a thoughtful hum, fiddling with the power-suppressor bracelet Other Villain had put on one of their wrists. With their powers locked away, it was no surprise the hero still considered themself a captive. Unfortunately, Other Villain hadn’t conveniently carried the key around in their pockets, so the only way that cuff was coming off was by getting the hero back to base and bribing Thief into picking the lock.

“Kid, I swear, you won’t be wearing that for much longer.”

The hero glowered, no less torrid than the glare they’d given Other Villain. “Dude, if I choose to trust you and you turn out to be just another useless adult who'll let me down the second I give them a chance, I won't forgive you.”

He nodded, feeling a bit queasy. Since the beginning of the week, he’d only managed to disappoint pretty much everyone important in his life. With a track record like that, what could possibly go wrong…

Well, all the more reason he couldn't afford to screw this up.

Next to him, the hero suddenly began to snicker. “Heh, Slugboy.”

[Part 10]

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pretty-amorphous-blob · 2 years

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Distraction

Sapnap x reader

haha I finally wrote something its been over a month don’t kill me

reader has a bad day and Sapnap cheers them up. pillow fights and confessions ensue (read to XO by Beyonce)

You had officially experienced the worst day of your life. Okay maybe a bit of an exaggeration but honestly, it was pretty bad. You had a horrible time at work, the customers were absolutely atrocious and one of them even had the audacity to throw their food at you.

Then coming home some stupid idiot had the bright idea to grab you by the arm at the train station and try to take you home with him, which was just…ew. He absolutely reeked of alcohol and luckily you pushed him away before running to catch the train to your neighborhood.

Oh and just your luck to find that the water had stopped working in your apartment complex.

Lovely. Just lovely.

So of course you did what any sane person would do. You cried, a lot. And yeah you were aware it was childish as you dialed up your best friend, and yeah you knew you sounded like a whiny little brat, but honestly? You didn’t care. Your day sucked, through and through, and you just wanted someone, or something to take your mind off it. If that happened to be Sapnap, well, he would just have to deal with it.

The dial tone rung a few times before a very tired voice answered. “Hello? Whoever this is it-are you crying?” shuffling was heard as he moved to look at the caller ID. “Oh dude, are you okay? You like…never cry, what happened?” you sniffled and tried to explain but it just wouldn’t come out right. You stumbled over words and shivered as you huddled under a blanket on your couch.

“Could you try to slow down a little bit?” he seemed to be moving around a lot and you faintly heard keys jingling in the background.

“I dunno I just…can you come over? Today was absolutely terrible and the water in my apartment isn’t working. I-I,” you sigh heavily. “I just really need a distraction or something. Please.” you were exhausted but you knew seeing him would lift your spirits. He always had an uncanny ability to do that.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in like…fifteen minutes?” his tone was oddly excited but your brain didn’t really register anything except that your favorite person was coming over.

You smile and curl deeper into your blanket “Okay, see you in a bit, Sap.”

Beep

All you had to do was wait now.

After scrolling through TikTok on your couch for a while you get a text from Sapnap that he had arrived, and you head to the entrance to let him in.

You opened the door and the sight of Sapnap in all his tired glory greets you. He has a grocery bag in one hand, and he smirks at the blanket covering you.

“You said you needed a distraction, can I come in?” you roll your eyes at him and nod.

“Of course, you’re not a vampire.” you shuffle back to the kitchen, and look back at him with puffy eyes.

“O-okay.” he stumbles a bit on his words and you giggle at him for it. His face splits into a grin “You laughed, I made you laugh!”

“Yeah, yeah, a real comedian aren’t you. Put the bags down and help me with food” he snorts and drops the bags. You both start to sort through the bags and you huff in amusement at a large crate of waters. “How’d you guess about the water?”

He shrugged “I’m just incredibly smart I guess.”

“No, really, how’d you know?” you look over as he put some ramen in the microwave.

“Seriously? Your water goes out...like…every two months dude.” he presses buttons on the microwave as you admire him. He’d never get boring to look at, with his pretty self. Without turning around he comments on your staring “take a picture darling, it’ll last longer.”

“Shut up, nimrod.” there was no bite in your tone and judging from the little smile twitching at his lips when he turned around, he knew it was all bark. “You mentioned a distraction, where is it?” you decided to change the subject.

He pressed a hand to his chest in mock hurt. “Am I not enough to distract you, precious?” his use of endearments didn’t go unnoticed but you tried your best to act like it did nothing.

It may have made your heart beat hard, and sure his warm grey eyes made you melt a little, but it meant absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. You weren’t pining after this gorgeous man at all. Not one bit.

“If you must know, I am the distraction, your Royal Majesty of ungratefulness. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to play some music to dispel the dreary mood of this kingdom.” you gasp in indignance as he taps away at his phone. Some random song plays through his speakers and he looks back up at your shocked face.

“Cat got your to-” before he can finish that sentence you jump across the kitchen to him.

“Sapnap you are SO dead!” he dodges and laughs, a wholehearted laugh that makes you want to bottle this moment so you can cherish it and listen to that laugh on repeat.

Your heart is glowing

“Sure I am, if you can catch me!” in running at him you’d switched places, giving him access to the kitchen counter. He vaulted over it and ran to the couch, picking up a throw pillow to defend himself.

“That pillow won’t protect you for long!” you whip around the counter at him and snatch up a pillow of your own, dashing towards him with your pillow raised. His eyes widen and he smirks, self-assured.

And I’m crashing into you

You collide with him and the both of you tumble to the floor with a thud, and you quickly scramble to a sitting position as to better assault Sapnap with a pillow.

After pillow stuffing frames both of you from the violent battle and the only the pillow carcasses are left you both sit staring at each other.

In the darkest night hour

Breath is drawn deeply and your cheeks are pink from exertion, and Sapnap once again smirks.

Wind rushes by as you are suddenly moved. You feel his hands on your hips, and his breath by your ear. Stuffing flies by your face and everything feels like it’s in slow motion until he’s above you and you see the ceiling.

Oh. he just flipped you, like nothing. That was, something.

I search through the crowd

You stare up at him, breathless and he looks down at you, his face pink, pretty grey eyes alight with mischief and fondness.

“Hey” you murmur to Sapnap

Your face is all I see

“Hi” he breathes back

I’ve given you everything

“You know I feel like you picked this song for a reason” you muttered looking down at his lips

We don’t have forever

“I will neither…confirm or…deny that.” he leans down and you can almost taste the saccharine love on his words.

Baby daylight’s wasting

You stare up at him for a second, listening to the tinny phone speakers, and you close your eyes, relishing in the warmth of the moment, “you better kiss me, before our time has run out then.” Sapnap audibly lets out a breath

Soft warmth is on your lips before you know it. It’s not like the movies, it doesn’t feel like fireworks, or butterflies, it feels like safety and warmth. Everything he ever was and will be, that’s what it felt like.

It felt like heat from sitting too close to a bonfire on a cold night, like a warm blanket, or honey and caramel, it was so loving and tender. So calm and exciting.

His hands moved from your hips to your back and face, and he rubbed your cheek tenderly as he pulled away softly. “Hey darling.” your eyes widened, and he huffed a laugh softly.

“Mean. you planned this.” he sat up and snorted, pulling you with him.

“Sort of.” he kissed your temple “I wanted to ask you to be mine earlier, but i kept chickening out. This just seemed right.”

“Is this why you kept taking me to fancy places and hiking trails?” Sapnap blushed and you giggled, kissing his cheek. “Well this is perfect.”

“So is that a yes?”

“Of course you nimrod.”

If you enjoyed this please reblog instead of liking, liking does nothing on this app.

#sapnap x reader #fluff #comfort #friends to lovers #songfic #sapnap x you

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seattlekrakenyaoi · 13 days

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matty and gourdo scrapping in the team nest is so funny. dad and son Get into it more at eight. at some point matty’s gotta ask the million dollar question of “wait…….did you all know??? that i was lying??” at which point i expect yanni is gonna be like YES AND DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING PAINFUL IT WAS TO WATCH??? idiot. we love you. do NOT do that again

but also if you do not mind spoiling More is the matty & yanni tussle before or after the first snippet you dropped?? the one where matty’s like “haha this isn’t MY nest i will now roll over to escape ebs and tuna looking at me”?

i love the idea of them just like . the omegas on the team play fighting to show love . which is supposedly a stereotypical alpha trait. while the alphas sort of like … stand back and go. oh my god what are they doing ???? and yanni will win because of course he will matty is not doing great he is very tired and they’ll be like . laying there panting for a moment and then yanni will start yelling at him because ohhh my god matty what did you do and then halfway through he’ll start hugging him and scenting him and crying and keeping him away from eberle who is trying to get to marry and matty . who is so out of touch with his emotions . will be like . what is even happening right now .

also … it happens after . he goes “what the fuck this isn’t my nest how dare you say it is” and then yanni comes in without asking and matty goes “what the fuck this is my nest GET OUT”

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gumbxz · 2 years

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steve harrington x ex!friend reader

🔆🔆🔆🔆🔆

steve has unrequited love for an old friend. reader had confessed to him but he didn’t feel the same way in that moment. so they moved on and now steve regrets rejecting them :( reader has a partner too haha basically an alt version of my steve x afro latina reader where she confesses but he doesn’t react to nicely.

genre// angst, unrequited love

🔆🔆🔆🔆🔆

robin could tell something was fishy with steve-o. he felt so out of it lately. it was pretty depressing looking at him. family video was a bit busy around valentine’s day. a perfect day for couples to unwind with each other and watch a film and get all snuggled up.

that could’ve been steve. it could’ve been steve and you, but he was stupid. stupid enough to reject a total package like you. the night where you confessed to him, he knows how vulnerable you were in the moment. but he still rejected you anyway. he didn’t think about you in the moment. the only thing on his mind was steve. and what steve wanted. and he just so happened to want nancy wheeler still.

“why- why don’t you want me. she clearly doesn’t need you. i need you steve, i’m inlove with you. don’t go chasing after someone who doesn’t want you, you’re waiting for nothing. nothing is happening steve.”

“i know what i’m doing, but i genuinely hope that maybe at least, a small amount of hope lingers where i hope that nancy could come back to me.”

“are you fucking serious, are you hearing yourself right now? what is it all for- can’t you see that i’m right here. stop waiting for someone who isn’t going to chase you, steve.”

you started reaching out to him, trying to hold him while you begin to cry in frustration. your pleases didn’t seem to matter at all to him. he didn’t even uncross his arms as you cried into him.

“what did i do wrong. what am i doing wrong? is it because i’m not her. am i not enough.”

he couldn’t say anything. what could he even say? it’s like you were speaking to a brick wall as you cried and hit his chest. you were powerless beneath him.

“i hate you. i fucking hate you. i hate you steve harrington. i hate you for making me feel this pain.”

your words were nothing. he took a deep breath and stood back. you fell to your knees and cried in frustration. gripping the carpet floor. steve hated himself for not feeling anything for you. he hated that he couldn’t do anything. the best thing he could do was leave you. he left you behind.

left you on the street like you were nothing more then trash. he regrets it till this day. he regrets not noticing the feelings he has for you. he regrets not being the one to hold you.

“man, they look happy don’t they, steve?” robin nudges steve’s shoulder as he goes through the vhs’. he looks up in the direction where robin is looking. he felt a familiar ping of pain in his heart.

you were there. you were in the horror movie isle. with your partner. the two of you seemed happy. the way your partner held you from behind while you laugh against them made him feel both sad and upset. angry that it wasn’t him with you. angry that it hurts to even look at you.

you slowly make eye contact with steve. your face drops a little seeing him. and it hurts him. he’s the first to look away and go back to sorting the vhs’. robin couldn’t believe steve right now. she could only shake her in disappointment.

“you could’ve gotten that bag, steve. she is a literal keeper. i’m gonna be honest, she is hot. and you managed to mess up that bag. you idiot.”

“look i know- there’s nothing i can do now. it’s too late.”

“it’s never too late, you just have to like- pray for their downfall. and when she’s all sad you swoop in and save her like some knight in shining armor.”

“robin, that’s not how thi—“

“hey, can we get these two movies?”

your partners voice speaks as they set the movies down on the counter.

“hm, labyrinth and friday the 13th. cool movies, haven’t seen labyrinth yet, right robin?”

“mm you’re very right steve, you should let us know what it’s like when you guys bring it back.”

she smiles at you, and you give her a soft smile back.

“yeah, totally. we’ll let you know all about it. thanks you guys. see ya.”

“take care, (y/n).”

“you take care too, steve.”

he sighs to himself as he watches you leave with the vhs’ as and you walk away hand in hand with your partner.

this was a different kind of pain that steve hasn’t felt before.

he didn’t like the feeling. the feeling of loving you, when you don’t love him back. he feels stupid for not being there for you when you needed him.

🔆🔆🔆🔆🔆

this one hurt tbh- i related to both steve and reader 💔but maybe i will add a part 2 to this 😱and maybe they both get each other in the very end hehe,,

#steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader #Spotify #afro latina reader #angst #unrequited love

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crimsonkenjii-writes · 2 years

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Haha tysm!!!i cant believe i got into my fav college!

So...can i request gojo x female reader,where reader is one year younger than gojo and is a sorcerer as well,and is the second years' teacher?and she studies outside the jujutsu tech as well,and the day she gets into the college she wants and can study microbiology while fighting curses,she rushes to where gojo is and jumps on him while laughing and telling him the news???what would his reaction be???

(some of her family and friends are super happy for her while the others look down on her cause they think her major isnt good enough?)

Tysm! Have a good day/night!

That’s cool! Hope you have fun at your college! (*-`ω´-)👍

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You grumbled as you heard your phone alarm go off, lifting yourself up you search through your scattered pillows and covers to find your phone and shut off the annoying ringing. You stretched your arms up and yawned before looking back at your phone to check the time. You grumbled more, too tired to start your morning routine and head over to Jujutsu High. You were exhausted more than ever, the anticipation of waiting on a letter keeping you up at night. You had applied to your favorite college and you were still waiting on your letter of acceptance. You begrudgingly drag yourself out of bed and start getting ready for your job.

Your shoes clicked along the floors of Jujutsu High as you made your way into the classroom.

“Morning, kids.” You yawned out

Yuta Okkotsu and Panda called out a good morning while Toge Inumaki calls out a rice ball ingredient and Maki Zenin stayed silent. You smiled at your students, all still behaving as themselves.

“L/N Sensei!” Panda called out, “Did you receive the letter yet?”

You raise a brow at Panda. You don’t remember ever mentioning to your students that you had applied to college and were waiting on your acceptance letter. You sigh in defeat,

“Gojo Sensei told you guys, didn’t he?”

All of your students nod.

“That idiot really can’t keep his mouth shut sometimes.” Maki let out bitterly.

“Well, it’s not like it was any sort of large secret.” you replied to Maki.

“Yeah, I’m sure he was just too excited, you know? That it slipped out. Excited for L/N Sensei that is. Since he’s not the one applying to college.” Yuta chimes in, trying to back up his other Sensei for his loose lips.

Maki sighs as she crosses her arms, “Whatever. As long as he doesn’t go out telling anyone my business.”

You smile once more, “Okay kids, let’s focus now.” They all turn to you, gaining their attention once more.

You had sent the kids out to go train in the field so that you could go get some paperwork done. You walked down the long hallways of Jujutsu High once more. You mind was overwhelmed with thoughts of anxiety. What if the college hadn’t accepted you? Where would go next? The other colleges you had in mind weren’t bad schools but you really wanted this one. You’d be sad if you didn’t get accepted. Your thoughts clouding your mind, making you lose all focus on the world around you as you clashed into someone else who was turning the corner. You stumble back with a yelp and large hands catch you.

“Now now, is Y/N falling for me again?” A familiar voice called out to you.

You look up to see Gojo smiling widely at you, his marble blue eyes hidden behind his usual blindfold again.

“Satoru! Sorry, I was just thinking. I wasn’t aware where I was walking.” You give Gojo a tight hug and a quick peck on the check to greet him. Gojo reciprocating as well to give you the same greeting.

“So, did you get the letter?”

“No, not yet. I checked the mail before leaving and there was nothing. I can’t handle the suspense anymore.”

“Don’t worry to much over it, Y/N!” He wraps an arm over your shoulders, “I’m sure the letter will come in soon and you’ll be accepted. Now what’s this?” He grabs the papers from your hands and peers at them. “Paperwork? How gross.”

You laugh at your boyfriend as you snatch your papers back, “You’re a teacher too, Satoru. You better be doing your paperwork as well.”

“I get to it when I can.” He smirks. “The kids out in the field?”

“Yeah, I sent them out there about thirty minutes ago.”

“Great, I’ll leave you to your boring paperwork and I’ll go meet up with the kids. See you later, Y/N!” He places his large hand on the top of your head and ruffles your hair slightly with a soft smile before walking the opposite direction. You continue down the hallway to get back to your work.

You shift was finally over and you were making your way back home. Gojo usually liked to join you but he had to stay for a meeting he couldn’t avoid. You finally arrived home and immediately ran to your mailbox. Opening it, you see a handful of papers and grabbed them all at once. Heading back to your door, you flipped through the papers until you finally came across it. A letter from your college. You squealed in delight as you started to head to your front door faster. Swinging it open and running inside as it shut behind you. You toss the other mail to the side and quickly start to open the envelope. Unfolding the papers as your hands started to shake with excitement and anxiety. You eyes quickly scanning over the letter to read that you had been accepted. You jump around with glee while shouting excitedly. You quickly grab your phone to call Gojo.

“Toru! Are you done with the meeting now?”

“Yeah, just finished.”

“Can I meet you now?”

“But of course my love! I’ll head over to your place right now. See you in 10.”

You hung up your phone and danced around in excitement. You couldn’t wait to tell Gojo the great news. You hear a car door slam outside and you quickly open your door to see Gojo. You quickly run out of your house and towards your boyfriend. Your arms spread out as you lunged towards him, Gojo wrapping his arms around you to catch you before you both could tumble backwards.

“I got in! I got in! Satoru, I was accepted!”

Gojo laughs and smiles, pulling you in for a tighter hug, “Y/N! That’s amazing! I’m so, so happy for you! I knew you’d get accepted! You’re so smart and you worked so hard to get into that college. I’m so proud of you.” He places a hand against your jaw to bring you in for a kiss. You smiled in the kiss, still barely able to contain your joy.

“Now let’s get inside, it’s cold out here.” Gojo laughed as he started to guide you towards your front door.

“Oh, I can’t wait to tell my family and friends! I’ll call them tomorrow, it’s pretty late now. God, I just can’t get over this. I’m so happy right now. I’m smiling like an idiot.” You laugh

“It makes me extremely happy to see you this happy, Y/N.” Gojo beams once more before bringing his hand to the top of your head, placing a small kiss on your forehead before ruffling your hair.

“Now I can finally study microbiology and fight curses? That’s so cool!! Thank you for supporting me the entire way, Satoru. I don’t think I could have done it without your help.” You scoot yourself closer to him and hug him tightly along with a lingering kiss on his cheek.

“Of course, Y/N. I’m always here to help you. If college ever becomes to stressful, you know you can always lean on me for support. I’ll help you with everything that I can. And don’t overwork yourself with Jujutsu and school! I don’t want my pretty Y/N getting so stressed. It’ll make you age faster.” He teased at the end as he strokes stray hairs behind your ear.

“Satoru! I’m not that old! I’m only one year younger than you.”

“Yes! And you look wonderful, but stress can cause wrinkles.” Gojo continues to joke around.

You laugh at him and nudge him with your elbow.

Gojo walked into the empty classroom. The students had already left to go on their assigned missions and you were alone, organizing your last papers and cleaning up the classroom a bit.

“So, did you tell your friends and family yet?” He strolls closer to you, hooking an arm around your waist and giving you a quick kiss.

“Yeah, I did…”

“Hmmm. Didn’t it not go as you thought it would? Your answer seemed a bit dull.” Gojo worries.

“I mean, some of them were happy for me. And I greatly appreciate that. I’m glad they support me. But some of them questioned my major…”

“Questioned your major? Why?” Gojo asks.

“They don’t think it’s good enough…” your voice starts to grow quieter. You really thought it was a good major. Even your students were happy for you and found your major fascinating. But maybe they were just being polite… what if your other friends and family were right. Maybe it was a stupid major.

“Not good enough?” Gojo remarks. “Well that’s just fucking stupid.” He starts to scowl.

“Satoru.” You call out, not expecting such an irritated tone from him.

“What? It is. How could they not be proud. Microbiology is a fantastic subject to major in. Takes a lot of brains to be able to understand that stuff,” he taps your forehead, “I’d like to see them try and master that as easily as you do. You got a knack for that stuff, you understand it like it’s nothing! I’ve seen you work on some of that stuff before and even I was confused. If they don’t think it’s good enough, they’re clearly wrong.” Gojo huffs out angrily.

You smile widely at Gojo, hugging him tightly and hiding your face in his chest.

“Thanks, Satoru.”

Gojo hugs you back, his arm hooked around your waist as his other hand rests on the top of your head. Your soft hair grazing across his lips as he places a kiss on your head.

“Of course, Y/N. I always got your back.”

#i hope this was good enough 😭#college wasn’t for me so I hope I got the emotions and anticipation for it right 😵‍💫#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk fanfic #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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Febuwhump Day 19 - "You Deserve This"

or, hollow me out (and fill me with rage)

5.1k. The Doctor's captivity continues, this time, with a punishment of a particular karmic parallel.

(too long? read on ao3!) bit of background here, this is meant as a continuation of a storyline in which the Doctor has been kidnapped by one of their colleagues and a former subject and experiences various punishments and humiliations, supposedly with the goal of making them feel bad for being awful all of the time (which we all know is impossible). the "previous day" that keeps being referred to the Doc was forced to "reveal" their assigned gender under duress (they lied, they don't remember). it stands pretty well on its own if you just ignore all of the little details that don't make sense, haha Content Warnings: gore/vivisection, nausea (no vomiting), misgendering (the Doctor is not a woman and this is not lady whump, that’s the more wrong of the two options), drug mentions (medical setting and use).

I am awoken by the sharp bite of a needle going into my neck, and dread pools in my stomach as I realise what is happening. I have ten seconds to fight before the paralytic goes to work on my muscles, but it is too late. Harper is on top of me, and even I, with my enhanced strength, cannot fight both him and the drug.

“Really, Rowan, your drugs are incredible,” Rosen taunts me. He knows how much I despise being called that name. “You haven’t patented this? What a waste.”

“You know why I have not,” I grind out. Insufferable prick.

He grins. “Ah, yes. Can’t publish your research because of your methods. What a shame.” Wrong. I can easily have procedural records forged that would obfuscate the less-than-savoury origins of my results. I do not do so because I have integrity, unlike some other doctors I could mention.

My muscles have gone slack by now, and I hang limply from the cot, still pale and thin from my previous ordeals. “What do you want?” I interject, annoyed. I wish he would just get the seven-devilled procedure over with instead of wasting time needling me as if it would make me feel some sort of remorse.

“Harper tells me that today’s procedure is one of your favourites,” Rosen explains. Surely he doesn’t mean…

I won’t deny my nature. I do not even have the decency to be afraid in the face of what is most likely torture. Instead, giddy anticipation wells in my stomach, and requires concentration to keep out of my voice. “I guarantee you, hallucinogens will not produce as satisfying a result in me as you anticipate.” I can never resist the urge to wilfully misunderstand, one of my many small vices.

“Idiot, not that,” Harper spits as he hoists me up out of the cot. I feel sick hanging upside down over his shoulder with no feeling below the neck, but voicing my discomfort will get me nowhere. He continues, “You’d always get this light in your eyes when talking about it, like you were… hunting. You called it… uh… gross something… vivisystem?” Typical. I did not study him for his intelligence, after all. He wasn’t even really a pleasant diversion.

Rosen rolls his eyes, walking behind us on the way to the operating theatre. “Gross multi-system vivisection, Harper, we went over this. At least pretend to pay attention, won’t you? And don’t tilt them so much, they’re starting to look a little green around the gills.” It’s true, I am quite nauseous at this point, but that is least among the concerns of my mind when faced with the prospect of my wildest dreams being realised.

“She’s fine,” Harper says, dumping me unceremoniously onto the gurney, where I will be prepared for surgery before being transferred to the operating table. “Probably can’t even puke with that shit you put into her.”

“Could. Shall not,” I respond, tersely. I fear that if I open my mouth too far, I will vomit. It’s a mostly involuntary process that will only be slightly impeded by the impairment of my abdominal muscles.

Harper moves to undress me, but Rosen shoulders him off. “No way. Not after that stunt you pulled yesterday. I don’t care what they did to you, you don’t violate them like that. What is the point of this if you are more cruel even than they were to you?”

I am grateful. Harper’s insistence on “she” since the debacle yesterday doesn’t bother me any. I am used to that. It’s the way he says it, as if I am a cut of meat he plans to devour. I have not missed that feeling at all in the last several decades of being assumed to be some flavour of male. Rosen, at least, still respects me as a human being and as a fellow researcher, though I find it hard to believe that his only goal in this is to somehow rehabilitate me.

“The point,” Harper hisses, “is to make this bitch pay for what she did to me!” He pulls up his shirt to reveal a nasty-looking Y-shaped scar. My sutures usually heal much better than that…

“Sorry,” Rosen whispers as he pulls down my trousers. He continues, louder, “What did you even study him for, anyway? It’s not like he’s special.”

“No, certainly not. An ordinary human subject was what I was looking for. I was attempting to induce accelerated healing in a subject without mutated biology, though I was only marginally successful. Should have pushed harder on that last drug trial; I pulled the plug because of the risk factor, but I suppose I would not be here if I had killed him.” The healing factor drugs are mostly complete now, though I must still tailor the formulation to the recipient’s unique biology, preferably with the assistance of genetic sequencing.

Rosen shrugs as he pulls the paper gown over me. “Well, he lived, so you must have done something right.”

I snort. “I am a doctor, Rosen. I do not lose patients on my operating table.” On the rare occasion a subject expires while in my care, it is due to complications and not the procedures themselves. Though I am usually able to mitigate these, occasionally there is nothing even I can do.

Outraged at being talked about like he is not present, Harper shoulders his way back into the conversation. “The hell you don’t! You murdered that woman right in front of me!”

“Oh, Adelaide? She still lives. She was an immortal. Were you not aware? I suppose not. I had given up on explaining things to you at that point. But no, she did not die, at least not permanently. That was the purpose of the experiment, to transfer at least a subset of her abilities to you. You did not acquire that one, obviously.”

He has no response other than indignant noises and gaping like a fish, which, I must admit, is quite satisfying. Rosen goes to scrub in, leaving Harper to transfer me to the operating table. He is not gentle, as expected, and I let out a soft grunt as my back impacts the hard surface. I honestly do not understand why he is so bitter. Most released subjects of mine would much rather never see me again than seek me out for some sort of revenge. He is hale and healthy, even with a bit of accelerated healing, and without lasting disability. If he gained some amount of post-traumatic stress after his experience, well, we’ve all done that. If anything, I did him several favours.

Rosen returns quickly. He is nothing if not a professional. Unfortunately, he is also a completely insufferable, eel-headed buffoon. “Scrub in, Harper,” he commands, and Harper scuttles off to obey. I do very much prefer non-sterile individuals not to be present while my chest cavity is open. “I’ve never done this before, should be a learning experience for me. How long did it take you to master?”

He is trying to frighten me. It will not work; I am far too excited to be frightened. “Mastery required several years and tens of repetitions. I performed the procedure passably on the first attempt, however.”

If one were to question my colleagues, one would come away with the impression that I am something of a surgical prodigy, a notion which I quite dispute. The fact remains that I find surgery to be relaxing, and it comes to me rather easily. My perfectionism regarding working with living subjects rather than cadavers knows no bounds, and I am versatile in an operating theatre, able to do whatever is necessary to ensure a procedure is a success. I would not call myself a doctor if I could do anything less, though others are much freer with the title. Regardless, I am likely to enjoy the procedure even more if Rosen errs catastrophically, though losing my life in the process may not be worth the trouble.

Rosen is unimpressed. “I’m sure. Doctor Pryor’s wunderkind would never need more than one try to learn anything. What would she say if she knew what you’d done?”

“I am sure I have not the slightest idea. I care little for her approval. I am perfectly content to do my work in peace.” I would rather work the clinic than attend these ridiculous symposiums. My feelings on clinic hours are neutral, bordering on dislike, but still.

“Ah, of course. Soulless vessel of science and all that.” Ridiculous. I have never claimed to be such. “Let’s see if you’re still so cold when it’s your guts on the table.” Cold is unlikely to be the correct word to describe it…

Harper is back now, hovering awkwardly on the opposite side of the table from Rosen. “Come on, just cut her open already…” Eager to see me bleed. I share the sentiment.

“Right. Would you even use pain relief for a procedure like this, Rowan? Or do you prefer to watch your victims squirm?”

Victims? Please. “Of course I do, Rosen; I am not cruel for its own sake. However-” I shouldn’t. Would he even listen? He would surely think me mad. Though, he already thinks I am insane… which is not entirely inaccurate. “Would you… refrain from using it this time? The paralytic will dull much of it, regardless.”

Rosen is dumbstruck. “Y-you… want to feel it? You really are a freak, aren’t you…”

After all of these years, I am still somehow hurt by the name ‘freak’. “You are under no obligation to acquiesce, of course. You will want to use two hundred and fifty micrograms of fentanyl, and double the dose of the paralytic formulation. I should not have this much control over my diaphragm.” If he will not cede to my requests, the least he can do is not have me die from shock.

“And you want us to skip the fentanyl?” Harper asks warily, wondering, most likely, if it will give me some advantage.

“Naturally. I have no way of gathering data on the actual experience: not only is it more difficult to operate on a conscious and feeling subject, very few will talk to me afterward other than to heap curses upon my head. This is an excellent opportunity to collect the data myself. My tolerance is much higher than the average subject. You will not have to worry about my making the procedure more difficult by breathing erratically or going into shock from pain alone.”

“You’ve thought about this. You’ve planned this.” Rosen’s tone is accusatory. I am sure that his surgical mask hides an expression just as horrified.

I roll my eyes. “I perform vivisections on myself regularly, yes. A multi-system would be both awkward and incredibly dangerous to perform on oneself, though I will not deny having thought about it in detail.” Fantasised, really. I could learn so much.

Harper pulls Rosen aside and they whisper among themselves, attempting to determine if fulfilling my request will defeat their purpose. I suppose I should not inform them that I can still hear them. I don’t understand what they think I will do, enjoy it too much, I imagine. It is not as if I seek pain for its own sake.

Eventually, they return, having decided that pain would surely drown out any enjoyment I may receive before I could savour it. At this point, I would rather like to get the whole thing over with. I am quite cold lying here in paper clothes while they deliberate. “Quite finished?”

“Shut it. You’re getting what’s coming to you.” Harper hovers a short distance away, likely having been told by Rosen to keep his distance if he wanted to be allowed to watch the show.

“Ah. Yes. Restitution for my many sins. May God have mercy on my soul.”

“Watch it, Rowan,” Rosen warns, pushing more paralytic as I had directed. “Save your strength. You’ll need it.”

I miss the opportunity for another eye roll when the first incision bites into my skin, sending ripples of euphoria through my entire body. My first instinct is to bite down on my knuckle to suppress the urge to laugh out loud, but, of course, I am immobile, and must settle for a gasp instead. The pain is there, of course: I can feel every millimetre of the scalpel sliding through my skin on its Y-shaped path, but the calydinol is doing its job, and the sensation is not nearly as acute as it could be. I have experience with this. It isn’t usually until about half an hour into a vivisection that the pain begins interfering with my ability to work.

Speaking of which, I must catalogue this. It would be too much to ask for my tape recorder. I shall have to rely on memory. They’ve skipped the external inventory, though, I suppose, they have no interest in the actual data, and I believe Rosen would like to avoid drawing Harper’s attention to my body (and particularly, my lack of genitalia) after yesterday’s disaster. I have sufficient data on my own particulars, regardless. The Y-incision is neat and performed with care. Rosen is actually a capable surgeon, after all, and as much as I dislike him, I cannot deny we possess a similar degree of professional dedication.

The sensation of having my skin pulled back is not exactly new, but this is my first time having it done on an area so large and one that I cannot see. With minor vivisections, I tend not to use any sort of anaesthetic at all on myself, so the humming numbness of the paralytic is an odd addition to the familiar feeling, but it’s the fingers on my internal organs that are most distressing. I remain silent, though I, at last, understand why subjects usually cry out: it is incredibly odd, though not painful, per se.

“Where’re the… you know, ova… girl parts?” Harper seems intent on being as incredibly rude as possible.

“Absent.” I glare at him, or as much as I can without being able to pick my head up.

“Hush, Rowan.” It’s not as if I can really speak while my intestines are being pulled on, regardless. “And do you really think they wouldn’t have had a hysterectomy by now, Harper? I don’t think I’ve ever known a doctor to be so eager to modify their own body.” I choose to take that as a compliment. It is one of the few redeeming qualities about being biological that my knowledge of pharmaceuticals allows me to have my body running quite the way I want it.

Harper shrugs. “I dunno. Seems to me like she’d never let someone else take a knife to her. Wouldn’t trust anyone. She thinks she’s the only good doctor on the planet.” Half true. I do, in general, provide my own medical care, and I think I bring a higher quality than most, but I would not prevent someone else from assisting me if I were incapacitated. Some things I cannot do myself, there is no shame in that.

“For all we know, they did it themselves,” Rosen mutters, watching my face suspiciously. I smile in return until he looks away. “You won’t be smiling once I bring out the bone saw.”

He is correct, and that is one element that distresses me. It appears to be the most painful part of the entire process if subject reactions are anything to go on, and though I can withstand quite a bit of pain, I am not confident that my veneer of calm will survive the ordeal. It has been a very long while since I have experienced any sort of sensation that would bring me distress, and longer still since anything I would consider unbearable. I do not wish to cry in front of Harper again, but if it is unavoidable, I suppose I shall deal with it as it comes.

Rosen is squeezing a section of my small intestine between his thumb and forefinger. I grunt softly; it is painful, but I am more bothered by the memory of what pain in that location usually means for me. “Does this feel inflamed to you? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you had celiac.”

“I do. Be delicate with that, will you? It is already sufficiently damaged and I would prefer not to have to remove it. Now you know why I would only eat the rice.” The cross-contamination still caught me, hence the inflammation when I have been rigorous with my diet for decades, but I make do.

Harper laughs. “That’s the no-gluten thing, right? Should we feed her bread and see what happens?” I sigh, but say nothing.

Rosen doesn’t respond for a moment, mind occupied with measuring my intestines. “Seven hundred and sixty-eight centimetres, in case you wanted the information. Might do an endoscopy tomorrow to check on it. And don’t be ridiculous, Harper, I’m not trying to send them home minus intestine.”

“Regardless, I am sure watching me lie on a cot staring into space will not be as amusing as you anticipate. I have lived with the condition since childhood. Do you truly think a person who would ask you to perform surgery without pain relief is not aware of how much pain they can tolerate?”

“Rosen told you to shut up.” Harper is tired of being mocked, clearly.

“Rosen can- unh!” My words are arrested by the bite of the bone saw in my ribs.

I find describing the sensation quite difficult. Pain, certainly. White-hot agony erupting from the site, the vibrations resonating through my entire skeletal structure and producing a terrible sound in my ears. I didn’t expect to feel every millimetre of my bones being ground away; I am grateful that Rosen is a cardiac surgeon and that I do not have to fear for his procedural awareness or I think I would be beside myself with anxiety. As it is, the terror still shakes me to my core, and I catch myself wondering for a fleeting instant if I am going to die, here and now, on this table. Certainly not, though the fear is understandable. There is an inherent sense of wrongness to having your internals altered while you are conscious.

Harper has found the strangled sounds I have been making quite amusing. “Ready for the painkillers yet, Doc? You’re not getting any…” I have a long list of scathing retorts I would like to make, but cannot get any of them out through the choking sobs my throat constricts into on every involuntary exhale. The breathing regulation is working, at least. I had been worried based on how easy I’d found talking to be, but I needn’t have been concerned. The tears slipping down the sides of my face and pooling in my ears are embarrassing, but there is nothing I can do about that now.

As Rosen spreads my ribs, I stop breathing entirely. My throat tightens to the point of complete obstruction, and I can hear the monitor beeping indignantly as my oxygen saturation dips. “Breathe, Rowan. How are we doing?” This is his way of offering me fentanyl. He can shove the syringe up his arse for all I care.

“F-fine… no… drugs…” My voice sounds strange, thin and faltering, but I will not give up now. My blood is still singing with the thrill of discovery even as railroad spikes of concentrated pain hammer into my spine with every movement Rosen makes. “The pain is… subsiding… I can push through.”

“You really are something else… I’ll keep the records for you, at least. Assuming you stop performing these procedures. I bet that’s a better carrot for you than any threat I could make. I’ll give you the data if you give up your practice, eh?”

I feel the urge to laugh building in my chest again, the crackling energy of mania pulsing just beneath the surface now unsuppressed by my altered mental state. Surrender my licence? I cannot even imagine it. What would I do, who would I be if not the Doctor? Just an elderly fool whose eccentricities everyone tolerates while they wait to die, nameless and purposeless. To while away my eternity carving dollhouses instead of corpses, sewing miniature outfits instead of skin? I may as well die right here on the table.

My expression most likely betrays some of this internal reflection (though I can no more laugh than I can get up and walk about) because Rosen shakes his head, clicking his tongue scoldingly. “Didn’t think so, but a man can hope. What do you even get out of this, Rowan? Surely there are easier ways to get the data you’re after.”

The data I want? No, there is no quicker, easier, or cleaner method, but I know that is not the question he truly wishes answered. “When you hold my heart in your hands, you tell me.” If he cannot understand then how I feel when I perform a procedure like this, he never will.

Rosen is discomfited by the cryptic statement, though he does not yet understand. Harper, though, in an uncharacteristic display of insight, appears to have worked it out. “You can’t beat the crazy out of her, Rosen. I told you that. She’s dangerous, and this rehabilitation bullshit is only gonna end with some other guy like me caught in her clutches somewhere else. She needs to be put down.” He is not the first to suggest it, though obviously, I still draw breath. Everyone who tries hesitates, stalled by greed or something like it, and Rosen is no different.

“I didn’t bring them here to kill them in cold blood, and with a mind like theirs, I won’t let you do it either. It would be a crime to destroy something like this.” There it is. I am just as useful to Rosen as I am to anyone else, not least because he cannot do the things I can with pharmaceutical synthesis. They all believe that if they can control me, they can use me, and that destroying me would be a waste. I quite agree on that last point, though the others are ridiculous. I give Harper a “good try” smile and try to focus on retaining consciousness. The pain is rather more intense than I had anticipated.

“You’re just like her,” Harper shoots back. “You’ll do anything for your results. Every crime, every person she kills, that shit’s on your head, too. All you doctors are the same. I dunno why I thought you’d-” He’s cut off by the strangled cry I make as Rosen pulls out my liver and places it on the scale.

“Easy does it. You want the biopsies done too, right?” I nod feebly, awash in misery. This is usually where I would seek to bring a self-surgical procedure to a close. My hands will begin to shake and I will require long pauses between incisions to regulate my breathing. No reprieve will be granted to me here, though. I regret that I am too proud to ask for pain relief, though it is unlikely that any would be given. This is a punishment, after all. “I’m going to switch to cardiopulmonary bypass. Help me, won’t you, Harper? You’re not here just to gawk.” Harper does as he’s told, much to my relief.

Once on bypass, I am unable to speak, and therefore have plenty of time for introspection. Harper and Rosen are also silent, save for the exchange of instructions and clarifications. It is rather eerie. I am used to the sound of my own voice in the operating theatre, narrating my notes to the tape recorder, talking to the subject whether or not they are capable of response, and singing quietly to myself when things are going well. It is quite rare for me to remain in silence. I am forced to reckon with the reality of my situation.

I am forced to admit that I was previously rather… overconfident… regarding my pain tolerance. It has been many years, I would have to say at least fifty, since I have experienced concentrated suffering on this scale. I have had my share of mishaps despite the off-field nature of my position: bullet wounds, stab wounds, various broken bones, overexertion, and the ever-present caffeine withdrawal, but I am usually able to triage, treat, and reduce my discomfort to manageable levels. Levels that are still quite intolerable for others, I am told, and it’s true, I would consider it malpractice to prescribe only a standard dose of paracetamol to any other patient for post-surgical care. I manage, by and large, and I do not complain often.

This experience, however, is fit to recalibrate my prior standards. The constant pulse of agony, flaring with every heartbeat (though, less now, with the bypass machine) is enough to bring tears to my eyes, and it’s been decades since I did that last. I can feel the beginnings of an anxiety attack tightening my lungs and- Oh. Nevermind. I no longer have lungs. Regardless, my mind seems to want to flash back to some long-buried unpleasant experience. My amnesia is an issue I prefer to address as little as possible, it is rarely relevant in my day-to-day life, but I find myself wishing I at least knew what sort of thing to expect to be immersed in if that barrier were to violently shatter.

I… I want Luca…

At this point, my abdominal cavity is mostly empty. I feel hollow emotionally as well, silent tears slipping into my ears and soaking into my hair. All of the thrill of a novel experience is gone, and the whole of my sensation is now consumed by pain. Rosen mistakenly believes that I am myopic rather than hyperopic, and therefore, when he cradles my heart in his hands and brings it to what he assumes is my visual range, it is still rather blurry. An interesting emotion grips me, looking at my own heart, unbeating, pink and red, smaller, somehow, than I had expected. I would say my heart twists, but that is clearly impossible, and the dissonance causes a wave of nausea to wash over me, and I think I would shudder if I could move. The nausea, at least, is still possible: my digestive tract is intact, to my relief. I do not trust Rosen to put it back together properly. Frankly, I do not trust him to put any of me back together as well as I would like, but it is rather late for that now.

“Well, here it is. Still with us, Rowan?” I can only blink heavily at him, attempting to indicate that my stillness is not due to catatonia. I am rather close to dissociation, though each new incision forcibly grounds me in the moment. “I have to admit, I think I understand what you meant earlier. Holding this in my hands, it’s... incredible.” Jävlar. He is completely insufferable.

Harper seems almost as affected by the experience as I am. Our eyes meet as he watches me silently weeping, the look of wonder on Rosen’s face reflecting into horror on his own, and I think I detect an ember of… pity?... in his eyes. Rage surges inside of me. I will not be pitied. All of my sins are my own, committed wilfully, often gleefully, and I will apologise for none of them, nor do I regret a single action I have taken. I fix my gaze on the ceiling. They have not broken me yet.

Defiant fury keeps me going through the reconstruction. Can I feel it blazing in my chest, or is that just the incisions burning? It matters little. Rosen’s stitchwork is as sloppy as I had expected, though it is clear that he has at least read my treatise on methodologies and procedures and he is using my dissolving surgical thread. I should still heal well.

When my heart and lungs are started again, the pain of each hacking cough deals a shuddering blow to my resolve, and yet, I hold fast, refusing to let more tears fall. I don’t answer when Rosen again asks how I’m feeling. I do not wish to engage with him on the matter. My ribs, likewise, do not seem to want to re-engage with each other, and Rosen spends much longer than I usually would have wiring my sternum shut again. I do not cry during this either, though I do make a good deal of undignified sounds an untrained ear may have construed as sobs.

The final stitches that close off my abdominal cavity are a mild tickling in comparison to the deep ache that has set into my entire body along with a fatigue that settles into my bones. I am disassociated from events now; I can barely hear Rosen giving Harper the order to transfer me back from the operating table to the slightly softer gurney to recover, and can barely feel my clothes being changed again. The post-surgical vest feels good, actually. The compression dulls some of the pain, though there is still plenty more of that.

“I’m going to push some pain relief now, if that’s all right. I’d like to reduce the stress on your heart.” It is not really a question, but I nod assent. I am so tired. Without the pain, I will be able to rest. I groan audibly as the drugs fill my system. “Try to rest up, yeah, Rowan? I’ll want to talk when you’ve recovered, but I think you’ve had enough punishment for one day.” My eyes are closed and I refuse to acknowledge him.

The next time he speaks, it is from much further away, closer to the door. “Come, Harper! Leave them alone!” I sense Harper’s presence leave my side, and soon the both of them leave me alone in the room, with only the quiet beeping of the monitors and hiss of my nasal cannula. I can almost imagine that I am simply taking a brief nap in my laboratory during an extended experiment and that soon I shall get up to go for more coffee. It will be a long time before I am allowed coffee, I think.

This is the first time in quite a while I will be glad to go to sleep.

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'Ello! It's me again, giving my VERY long live stream review of Doctor Who, the Wild Blue Yonder.

(I don't do trailers or ANY spoilers for episodes, so it's an honest, gut reaction review RIGHT out of the gates for this one haha)

SPOILERS BELOW:

Once again, my first essay is this: I really, really miss watching it "live" with other fans. And, after a whole week of being active with the fandom, I've realized that spoilers are INSTANT. I couldn't watch this episode right when it was released on Disney plus and I was spoiled JUST by opening Tumblr to start this post. Could I have blocked the tags? Yeah, but I was going to watch the episode only three hours after it had went up, so I assumed I could avoid the worst of it. ANYWAY, my point stands... I'm really going to miss watching it with other fans because I have to make posts like this AND because spoilers are a problem.

NOW THEN.

1. HISTORICAL EPISODE. YES? PROBABLY? IS THAT GOING TO BE NEWTON??? OH HECK YES, THE APPLE FELL IT'S HIM. I looooooove DW historical episodes, oh my god.

2."But don't worry. He's got a time machine, which means he can blame me for all eternity." Donna Noble, stay sassy forever.

3. I CALLED NEWTON. Heck yes!!!!

4. Donna's and the Doctor's chemistry really reigns supreme to me. Now, I wouldn't necessarily pair Donna with 11th or 12th, the dynamic would be wildly different (huh, one day I'll write an essay about that), but the tenth Doctor needed Donna and the fourteenth Doctor appreciates that. It's really, really interesting and so lovely to see, honestly.

7. "The TARDIS played us a war song". Woah boy, here we go, PLOT.

5. It would be the Doctor to mess up history to THAT sort of extreme, wouldn't it lmao. "Mavity" to "gravity" is just too great. Aww, bye Newton! I wish we got more of him.

6. Yo the TARDIS is PISSED!!! Jeez, of course it's possible to have literally ANYTHING happen to the TARDIS, but I never consider "giant flame the likes of which a rocket could fly from" on the docket.

8. Ya know, I can't remember if I've ever seen the TARDIS's top light go on. And also, kudos to the TARDIS for the adorable "ding" noise when it did so, made me smile.

9. Bu-bu-budget. Holy. Cow. The space ship looks so good! Just insane.

10. Donna: "Was it me, or was Isaac Newton hot?" The Doctor: "He was, wasn't he... Oh, is that who I am now?" .... Donna: "well it was never that far from the surface, mate." RTD, as always, SAID "GAY RIGHTS" and I'm here for it. Very much reminded of the Doctor's infamous Shakespeare episode with Martha. "56 academics just punched the air"! But really, if I had heard a conversation like this when I was younger, I would be sobbing. Even if I'm a woman, just having a casual conversation in terms of liking the same sex is so valuable.

11. Why are we constantly losing the TARDIS. 13's era was also infamous for it.

12. Aww them fighting hurt... And you know what hurt more? Watching the Doctor comfort Donna. I mean, it was perfect, but it took SO LONG for the Doctor to be wiling to get there. I love character growth, even 15 years later.

13. "Go and kick its arse" HECK YES, DONNA. You got that right!

14. Doctor: "I know 57,000,000,205 [languages]." MY HEADCANON. Oh, my good old headcanon. So the TARDIS translates for humans but the Doctor knows the languages! I MEAN. It's confirmed!!! AH. I feel like some people would be disappointed by that but it's still cool to know that the Doctor DOES speak different languages. (Yo, my Academy Era fans, could you imagine the Doctor learning all that with the Deca? The Master is losing his mind as we speak.)

15. Once again, a million gold stars to everyone who did the music. It's so FULL.

16. This is a personal thing, but I love when the Doctor has moments that make the title "Time Lord" make sense. The whole "maybe time slowed down?" "No, I'd feel it in my bones." Like, YES, a Time Lord feeling that kind of thing makes sense, thank you!

17. "Allons, as idiots say, y!" oh my god Donna I'd marry you, I swear. Thank you for the sass. Also love the fact that Donna is driving the cart. No idea why, it just makes total sense.

18. Donna: "That's my family over there [one hundred trillion years away]". I have words about Donna having a family, I swear to you, but mostly it's this... Donna's dedication and love for her family is exactly what she needed in her life and I support her whole heartedly. It's beautiful, and perfect, and I do wonder how much of that dedication to keep her family safe comes from the Doctor.

19. I don't know if it's specifically a call back, but 14 licking the "dangerous" thingy felt like a 13 moment and I damn near teared up. Now, him faking being hurt by that? That was either 9 or 12, I can't decide lmao.

20. I'm about 25 minutes into the episode but I sincerely don't know what way this plot is going. We got a goal of "find the TARDIS by removing the danger", we've changed the word "gravity" to "mavity", and we're stuck at the edge of the universe... Love a good mystery, but I'm really wondering where this episode is going.

21. I'm unsure if David Tennant filmed the second season of Good Omens before or after DW, but I JUST saw Crawley's iconic swagger as he was walking away from Donna and I'm here for it haha.

22. I'm getting "half the ship inside a warm hole / Missy, the Doctor, and Bill's" plotline vibes. Does time move differently throughout the ship, just as Donna thought?

23. Donna: "Do you miss home? Gallifrey?" Doctor: "I suppose... But that got complicated." SAY IT, DOCTOR. Please, please, PLEASE. I'd love to hear that parts of 13's plotline live on, PLEASE. I know that's my desire, personally, but I'd kill for it. *Sigh*... But by being cryptic, it might make fans go back to watch her era, and I'd love that too.

24. Hmmm going off of #22... I'm thinking clones instead? OH NOT CLONES. NOT CLONES. Aliens! For sure aliens!

25. Can we talk about the cgi? I mean, it's pretty damn good considering what we had in the past. How crazy is that? Good cgi? Also, kudos to our main leads for their acting here! Always fun to see actors doppelgange themselves lol

26. I am SO FREAKED OUT RIGHT NOW. I didn't know this was a horror movie thing! It's December!

27. WE KEPT THE FLUX. WE K E P T T H E F L U X. We have the Timeless Child AND the Flux! We have the Doctor being so, so heartbroken about the Flux, out loud! Oh my god, I could cry. Really, I could give a great big shout. I know RTD mentioned that he was going to keep it, but he didn't have to do it so blatantly and make it a plot point! That's so, so g r e a t. AND- AND it leaves no room for discussion about 13's era! It still has continuality - it's engrained into the Doctor, even with a new writer and the next new writer and the next Doctor!!!! NO ONE CAN TAKE THE TIMELESS CHILD ARC FROM ME IF IT MEANS IT LIVES ON IN ANOTHER DOCTOR. HA.

I will write more about that because, really, it's so important to me. It such a small thing, but 13 Doctor fans can have a good cry tonight. It's so validating.

28. Oh wait, nope, hold on... Not done with point #27. The Doctor punching at the walls after hearing about the Flux and the Timeless child again? Screaming in rage, in pain, in everything that 13 couldn't do - that 13 refused to do, because she couldn't let anyone know she was hurting? 13 kept her walls so high that she tried to convince herself that everything was alright. 14 is the effects of that, a complete change, a metamorphous into that pain and I am LIVING for it. 13 couldn't scream, not properly, but 14 can.

29. Hehe. The Doctor's biggest strength, their intellect, needed to be squashed to save the day? Nope, no way, not in a million years could ANY Doctor do it. One single question and they've gotta solve it until it's done. Side note, if any reader can't tell, I am having a GREAT time. I may not have expect to be scared, but I'm loving it!

30. WILF. WILF. OH MY GOD. Aww wow, just amazing. Just amazing.

Summary: It's nothing like I ever expected. No one was given any hints about this episode and I find myself... Pretty happy with it. It's a convoluted plot, that's for sure, but it was fun as all heck. Scary! I mean, heart pounding, VERY close to the Midnight episode scary, but good! Random! Oddly randomly, I really don't know where to rank this episode. It feels a bit like it was thrown in just to have an episode, but that also doesn't necessarily make it bad.

I do think a lot of it was cushioned by some really good acting and characterization. The plot was slow going in a strange way, once again cushioned by nostalgia and everyone's need to see the tenth Doctor and Donna again. BUT, episodes like this make me excited (and nervous) to see how RTD is going to handle a brand new Doctor.

I will have a speech about RTD keeping the Timeless Child. A very long speech. But know that I, personally, am very thankful.

#Doctor who #wild blue yonder #doctor who wild blue yonder #dw #dw fandom #dw spoilers #Tori rants

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Hi! Congrats on 500 😍❤️ Can i ask for a romantic matchup w a genshin male please? Pronouns: she/her. Personality: cold outside, soft inside, dorky w the ones i trust (think a mix of xiao and hu tao haha). Shy, v introverted, overthinker, feisty, a rebel. Hobbies/likes: winter/fall, walks on sunny afternoons, anime, poetry, lyrics, cats. Dislikes: noisy crowds, hot weather, rainy days. For the number, 10 bc my fav character’s bday is that month hehe. Thank u so much!! ❤️❤️

thank you!! i´ve thought pretty hard about which of these two to choose ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

but i´ve made my decision and matched you with...

VENTI Anemo Archon

The gentle morning breeze twirled through your hair and carried the saccharine scent of fresh sunsettias and blooming sweet flowers. A dandelion seed danced in front of your eyes, tickling your nose before drifting off again. Overhead, a swarm of birds took flight, their falling feathers floating gracefully along the city´s walls even when the birds had long passed from view. People who weren´t from here would often mock Mondstadt for being abandoned by its Archon, yet, they were too blind to see that Barbatos´s blessing was right there under their noses.

As you crossed the bridge over Cider Lake, you greeted some adventurers as well as Knights of Favonius out on patrol. Squirrels squeaked and crimson foxes scattered into the bushes as you passed by them on your way to the Temple of the Falcon. Recently, a new kind of power seemed to radiate from it and you were curious to find out more about it.

Approaching the ancient structure, however, the first thing you noticed was the faint melody played by seemingly nobody. Bards were by no means uncommon in Mondstadt and they´d often leave the city to search for inspiration but this was…different.

You followed the tune in the direction in which it seemed to grow louder. The plains of Windrise were vast though and there was nobody in sight, it should be impossible for music to be heard this far. Yet, your curiosity got the better of you again and you let the song lead the way to a Statue of Barbatos near a grand tree.

And there, lounging on the massive roots, laid a green-clad bard strumming his lyre. He had his eyes closed and you weren´t sure he even noticed you approach but, for some reason, you couldn´t tear your attention away from him.

Your question was soon answered when the melody came to a halt and his playful voice tore you from your trance. “Did you like it?”

“Huh- What, I- Uh, yes, it was very good.” There was a knowing sort of twinkle in his bright green eyes as he studied you.

“Ehe~ I wouldn't mind playing some more for you, now that you´ve found your way here already.” He patted the spot next to him. “Music is meant to be shared with others anyway.”

As you took a seat next to him, you wondered if you had seen him before. Something about him was just so familiar but you couldn´t quite place it. “Are you a bard from Mondstadt? I feel like I know you from somewhere.”

“Oh, is that so?” This time there was a hint of curiosity in his gaze but it was gone before you could verify it wasn´t just your imagination. “I do play in the city sometimes, so maybe that´s why. Although, I´d like to say you wouldn´t forget if you heard me play before. I´m joking, of course. My name is Venti, make sure you look out for me at the next festival, okay?”

You guys are the iconic “sunshine” and “sunshine protector” at least from an outside perspective

Reality is rather the other way around, Venti´s still a literal god, ready to throw hands for you

But most of the time he´s just your sweet, although sometimes silly, idiot (affectionate)

His friendly disposition and carefree attitude make it easy for you to come out of your shell, even in unfamiliar social situations, his bright smile and your hand in his making you almost forget there´s a reason to be nervous in the first place

Venti, in general, is an expert at getting you out of your own head when you´re overthinking

As the god of freedom, choices are kind of part of his job description, so he does everything in his might to help you whenever the weight of a decision troubles you

In return, help him get out of his head; underneath his sunshine exterior hides someone who has experienced more than most people ever will and not all of it was positive

Whenever his past comes to haunt him, remind him that it´s just that: the past; remind him that he´s here in the present with you

The best way to do that? Go to Windrise with him!

It´s no secret that this place is sacred to him and just being there helps him calm down but when you´re next to him, listening to him play his lyre or humming a quiet tune while running your hands through his soft locks, it makes all worries disappear from his mind

Speaking about his past: whenever you feel a little rebellious, Venti is the one to go to!

He literally helped instigate a rebellion and overthrow a government/tyrant, so he knows his stuff, which includes knowing when to act on being feisty and when to let it go

Even though he´s known for his lyrical prowess, Venti for sure can create and appreciate any form of art, be it music, art -or you guessed it- poetry

Naturally, he tries his hand at wooing you with flowery language and sophisticated phrasings but if you write your own poem dedicated to him, his heart does funny things

I think Venti and you work together so well because you can both be silly together, enjoying the beautiful things life has to offer

But you don´t take them for granted which in turn allows you to appreciate each moment and relish each other´s presence, surrounded by the soft rustling of the leaves in the breeze and harmonic melodies in the sunset air

Runner-up: Kazuha

Sitting under the shade of a large tree, birds singing overhead, listening to Kazuha´s beautiful voice reciting the most refined of verses, is there anything more perfect? But not everything is as it seems with this samurai and behind his calm smile, you can find a rebel at heart (he did go sword to sword with the Raiden Shogun herself). He loves nothing more than tranquil days spent exploring Inazuma or lying in the grass, cloud watching, with you.

The question you chose is “Would you prefer cloud watching or stargazing?”

How fitting for the vibe of this matchup~ While I literally dream of doing both, just sprawling out on a blanket, cuddling with the one I love (if that person will ever exist), I have to say I´d prefer stargazing; there´s just something magical about the stars that is absolutely fascinating to me. One summer night, I sat outside until like 3 am, just looking at the stars and the atmosphere was so… out of this world, like nobody else really existed, just me and the universe chilling together, it´s hard to describe

But yes, stargazing <3

#holly´s potions #coffee & tea break #letter from: a mysterious sender ❁#stella fortuna event #first constellation #matchups #genshin impact #venti

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