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imaginarianisms · 3 months

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casitafallz-a · 2 years

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Architect AU | Watcher AU Expansion interruption

The architect flittered through the depths of the jungle like a formless cloud of colours of blues, pinks and yellows before forming into the familiar shape of Isabela Madrigal, lessening the brightness of her green threads on her flesh to blend into the environment as most life on the mortal plane seemed to find it unsettling.

The Architect cared little but she could respect what Architect Alma suggested when it came down to interacting with mortals. It was why walking was suggested over simply appearing and there was logic in it; humans especially would be quick to draw their weapons with things they simply couldn't fathom.

Human interaction was her least favourite interaction with mortal life and the complexities of interaction were...tedious to learn. Other animal life was basic and enjoyably predictable.

Her eyes turned to the edge of the Watcher world that stopped at the end of the treeline to the void. A masterpiece of her familiar Architects' design but expansion was required. Architect Pepa looked to be already there, an orange, formless dot floating within the darkness. Unable to human eyes but she felt the energy and the ripple as dust and dirt began to forge at the edges; the foundations of the area forming.

"Hello." Architect turned with an edge of inpatients to the mortal. A little Mirabel. A very young Mirabel indeed given she was wearing the traditional white dress.

"Go home." She spoke, firmly but the gaze of the girl wasn't leaving. Of course, she would quite easily control the child to return to her mother's arms. Life and nature were at her command. The girl qualified as both.

Instead, the little girl just sat down with a curious smile on her face with a shockingly sense of ignorance and innocent in her eyes.

"You look like my sister."

"I am not your sister."

"Watcher Abulea said you'd be here but I didn't know you'd look like us." The little one continued, her head cocking to the side. "Why do you look like us?"

Architect could feel her Architect Pepa wasn't going to be done so quickly. Once earth laters was placed, then Architect herself would start deepening and adding complex life; to expand a world, it needed more than just new ground. It needed a network of biological connections and energy flow.

"We do not have natural forms like you, Little one. We're beyond the need of human bodies when existing outside of the world. Menial work like this requires a tool to channel our power in such small spaces. Our natural forms are...energy." to reduce the information down for something of manageable size was...tedious already.

"But... why still look like us?" Mirabel asked, "Yet you could look like any other human being."

The architect pondered the question for a moment. "We...did not decide our external appearance. Faces designed in nature are from two people, your mother and father have a part in what you look like. Our...rules do not work like that. Architects have no biology. We have no mothers or fathers or even siblings as you could understand it. We were made all at once in a single moment at the start of everything. We resemble beings of magical impressions that fit our...area and personality."

It was often that their faces gave them a social construct of family placement based on their appearance to mortal life. It gave them...understanding, but Architect again cared little for that. Architect Alma only had her place as it was given she had burst into existence a fraction of a nanosecond longer than the rest of them.

"Is there one that looks like me? Even if Im not magical?" Mirabel asked, wiping her hands sadly down the front of her dress at the reminder before her lip quivered but to the architect's relief the girl didn't stop crying.

"Just because you did not have a magical gift or a door, that does not mean you don't possess magic, little one." Architect spoke, "your ceremony didn't fail. You were meant for other things as part of the family. An unquestioned plateau leads to rotting."

Architect didn't look to see the girl's face light up a little to a little smile though felt Artchtect's Pepa's work near completion to the few ten miles of open space of mud and dirt, that wasn't entirely flat, a hill breaking the space up into three new districts areas for the Watcher AU to put to use.

Ignoring the mortal now, Architect's threads became visible as she began to pour her energy into the surface; plant life from grass to tall trees of various specises began to fill up the spaces within breaths of time, spawning soil-based invertebrates, such as worms into the new soil to start the process of the ground's life-cycles once the roots fully took. It would be several years in this world before they'd be able to use the land but it seemed a reasonable wait; let life take this how it wants.

#architect au #architect isabela #encanto #encanto au #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #pepa madrigal #architect pepa #watcher au #la familia madrigal

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amchara · 3 years

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In Cold Blood - (Whumptober prompts 4, 7, 22)

Kit Herondale, Belial, Sammael, Tessa Gray, Jem Carstairs, Mina Carstairs

The Princes of Hell are looking for the perfect pawn and Johnny Rook's protection spells performed on Kit as a baby aren't enough to save him... (Or- my take on this thread about possessed!Kit in TWP)

Prompts: Taken hostage (Prompt Four), helplessness (Prompt Seven) and Demon (Prompt 22) for Whumptober

TW: offscreen violence, demon possession?

The two demons watched as the teenage boy shifted uneasily and cried out in his sleep. “No Ty… not if you do this, not if…” he fell silent. Then his body locked and stiffened. He called out in horror and despair-- “LIVVY!”

Sammael looked appreciatively at the boy’s long limbs, which, despite their coltish appearance, had nascent muscles- the promise of a powerful warrior if trained properly. And his face was fair, framed by golden curls and a strong jaw, and despite his nightmares, sweet and open. All the better for seduction and persuading the unwary to trust him, Sammael thought.

“Well done, brother- I think he will do well for our plans,” he said, adjusting the portal window so that he and Belial could spy further into the room.

Belial smiled. “He’s not of my line but his protection spells are weak- they were not completed properly. And there’s a hint-” he sniffed. “A hint of dark magic around him- that should speed the possession.”

He started forward, clawed hand descending towards the opened portal to draw the shadowhunter boy into his realm. But his brother’s arm thumped across his chest, stopping him.

“You have him for three days,” Sammael reminded him. “And then you must allow our brothers to take their turns.”

“You should find your own,” Belial said, a sulky note entering his voice. “I want this one.”

“Most shadowhunters have intact protection spells so you know that would be challenging. Also, this one…” Sammael said, watching the boy carefully. “His faerie blood will do nicely for the final stage of our plan. You must share.”

Belial tossed his head, moonlight glinting off his immaculate dark hair. “Understood,” he said shortly. His grey eyes glowed. “No matter- I should be able to accomplish my goals by that time. Starting with my plans for the inhabitants of this house.”

Kit opened his eyes, blinking as he took in his surroundings. His limbs felt oddly heavy and his mind felt unfocused, and he tried to shake his head to clear it. Strange. He couldn’t quite manage it.

He was in Mina’s room, dressed in normal street clothes and standing by the door, hand resting lightly on her dollhouse.

Mina was awake and sitting upright in her bed. But something was wrong, Kit realised. She was watching him with a wary look, her dark eyes solemn and unsure as she huddled in her covers.

“Where’s Kit?” she asked, her voice small and tentative.

What was Mina talking about?

To his horror, Kit could feel his face move into a rictus of a smile and he walked forward even as she shrank back from him on the bed.

Was he sleepwalking? Was this a waking nightmare?

No. The voice was low and seductive, caressing across his mind. You’re under my control now, Kit Herondale.

Mina screamed as he grabbed her.

But suddenly he was the one screaming, as his hands burned uncontrollably and he dropped her, her light yellow magic trailing away like smoke wisps. She scrambled away and the fear on her face sent a stab of pain through his heart. The… presence, whatever, whoever it was seemed to find delight in this, almost broadcasting its feelings directly into Kit’s mind.

There was a thundering noise in the hallway and Jem and Tessa burst into the room. Jem was an incongruous but deadly sight holding a long broadsword and clothed in only an undershirt and tight white underwear, while Tessa, despite the late hour and wild hair, projected an air of sharp competence as she held her hands up, blue flames dancing between her fingers.

They took in the sight of their two children.

Tessa was the one who understood it first, a look of shock and dismay crossing her face. “Kit?” she asked, slowly.

“Hello, daughter,” it said, the words leaving his mouth in an unnatural way, and Kit could feel a cold amusement from the being currently controlling him.

“Belial,” Tessa whispered, and Jem let out a muffled gasp but his grip on the sword didn’t waver.

Panic rose through Kit as he considered Tessa’s response. He tried to push, strain his muscles, blink his eyes. Anything to regain control over his body that was being controlled by a freaking Prince of Hell.

Nothing worked.

“I know we said we were even, the last time we spoke-” and Kit could feel his focus switch to include Jem as well. “But I’m afraid I… lied.” He gestured down his body. “And it was rather careless of you to have left such shoddy protection spells on another of your children.”

Tessa narrowed her eyes. “Let him go.” She raised her hands again.

“Or what?” His arms crossed, and he leaned casually against the bedside table. “You’re hardly about to attack me away, not while I’m wearing this.”

And Kit thought he would do a million chores, and a thousand tough training sessions, if it meant he was never again referenced as a demon fashion accessory.

Tessa’s eyes flickered almost imperceptibly towards Jem. It was the smallest of gestures and if he wasn’t so aware of their tiny tells, having lived for three years with them, he wouldn’t have realised that they had just shared a plan. Unfortunately, Kit realised with growing horror, as his hand suddenly raised in a familiar gesture, Belial seemed to have direct access to his very thoughts.

I do indeed. Thank you

Jem lunged towards the bed, arms outstretched to scoop up Mina. But he was intercepted by Belial taking control of Kit’s powers - the same powers he and Tessa and Jem had spent hours carefully training, safely- and knocking him with a giant invisible force, slamming Jem into the opposite wall of the nursery, where he lay crumpled but still conscious, eyes wide with pain.

Tessa snarled and with a couple elegant gestures, a crying Mina flew into the air, landing safely into her arms. Mina burrowed her head into her mother’s shoulder.

“I do need both your children, Tessa, my darling.” Kit sauntered over to her but stopped short as a solid, invisible wall stood in between them.

“Over my dead body,” she told him, her eyes furious as she stroked Mina’s back protectively.

“How very dramatic,” Kit heard himself drawl, looking down at his fingernails in a bored manner.

There was a growing sense of a burning, hungry power building in him and Kit summoned all his willpower to fight Belial if he tried to hurt Tessa or Mina or Jem again.

I won’t let you hurt my family.

He could feel the demon scoff at him, as he stepped away. With a few sharp gestures, he outlined a door frame, and reality bent and shivered for a moment before a doorway opened. On the other side, Kit could see city lights and hear cars honking, as a balmy breeze drifted through.

“I’ll go have fun with this one first, and we can return to discuss your daughter later,” Belial told her as he stepped through, easily sidestepping Jem’s pained attempt to try and tackle him.

“Kit!” Tessa’s cry was suddenly cut off as the doorway winked close.

Kit raged and swore and drew on every scrap of knowledge he knew- Shadowhunter and Downworlder alike- but it did no good. He was powerless and worst of all, as he walked down the busy urban road, he felt insignificant, a feeling that was highlighted by Belial’s next words to him.

Oh, you’re still here. I don’t think I need you around for this part. In fact, I think for this first time- it’ll be more fun if you’re not.

The next time Kit returned to consciousness, he was lying in an alley somewhere, his head throbbing and it felt like a bucket of paint had been thrown over his face and body, his clothes tacky with it. But instinctively Kit knew it wasn’t paint. He looked down.

There was blood on his hands.

So. Much. Blood.

(Yes there will probably be more to this story - this was too much fun to write. Which Prince of Hell takes control next?? Also, am thinking a Kit / Ty reunion while Kit is still possessed... )

Taglist: @sandersgrey @dontmindmyshadowhunting @shadowhunting-hooligans @of-same-steel-and-temper @hardlymatters @storm-of-ruination @im-not-ruined-im-ruination @roundtom

Previous Whumptober fics:

Prompt One - "You Have To Let Go" (James Herondale, Cordelia Carstairs, Matthew Fairchild)

Prompt Two - Choking/Gagged (Dru Blackthorn, Ash Morgenstern, Ty Blackthorn, Kit Blackthorn, L.A. Institute inhabitants)

Prompt Three - "Who Did This To You?" (Cristina Rosales, Mark Blackthorn, Kieran Kingson)

(link to prompts)

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i-am-my-own-goal · 2 years

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Being stressed, but not feeling anxious is a weird feeling.

I am still a thread away from my breaking point, but I don’t feel tense. I don’t know how to explain it.

I think I had a good week despite the stress, but in the quiet moments the depression comes out and I feel angry with myself. Why am I crying?

I just feel disregulated. And I don’t know how to fix that. I can’t pause life to get myself back together.

I miss routine. And I haven’t been able to find routine since Covid.

Changes in my plans are becoming more intense. I cried tonight because the plan was chicken Angel hair pasta. And I forgot to separate the chicken so I had to thaw the whole pack. And then we had to go to M’s mom’s house, so my plans of eating dinner with him changed. So trivial. I was able to remind myself that this won’t even matter tomorrow, but it didn’t stop the tears.

And there’s a lot of triggers when we eat there. Triggers around food and finances. They’re all skinny and I’m not. I feel big. His mom is not a big spender. A sandwich is one piece of bread folded in half, half a slice of cheese and half a slice of meat. I feel like a hog wanting a full sandwich with a full piece of cheese and a couple pieces of meat. I feel like if I eat that I’m being rude and spending her money when she so carefully makes sure to make food last. I come home hungry every time we eat there which again triggers me because why am I the only one still hungry?

I didn’t eat much today because my brain decided that today I had to work for my food. But I didn’t do enough cleaning. And then I fell asleep because I hadn’t eaten or drank all day. I was looking forward to dinner.

Came home and ended up overeating while M was in the shower to compensate.

His mom has offered to help with wedding decorations but has changed my centerpiece entirely. I wanted a wine bottle with flowers, a lantern, and a succulent on a wooden circle.

She says that’s all too expensive (even tho it’s MY money). She is making the lanterns out of milk cartons (the DIY video looked cool but idk), making little flower pots with colorful flowers (when I don’t want a buncha colors. I want wood and greenery), and wants to nix the wine bottles all together because they’ll be too tall for a centerpiece.

And I tried to stand up for myself. And the conversation ended. And I can’t do decorations on my own. I’m so overwhelmed by the whole idea. I just wanted the centerpieces and the ceremony times to be specially what I was thinking of. Idc about the rest of the decorations.

And trying to figure out wedding dresses. Our schedules all clash and I just want it to be me and my mom now especially after tonight. What if she doesn’t agree with the dress I choose? Is she gonna just walk out, not talk for the rest of the time? Tell me it’s too expensive or get me to try cheaper ones I don’t like?

It’s all such trivial stuff. It’s all overwhelming me nonetheless. I don’t wanna have a wedding anymore. Not of this process is fun anymore.

M is telling me I have to have ideas made up about decorations now and I feel like I’ve just barely even started thinking about it and all my ideas are being destroyed.

And I feel so selfish and stupid for being stressed over this stuff. But I’m stressed about work and my car too. Planning a wedding is triggering me so much. Im having dreams almost weekly again about my ex. And I just want it to stop.

I just want my brain to be normal. Normal stress. No stupid triggers. Everything not snowballing into one mess of meltdown.

#marrying m #ptsd #anxiety

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hauntedbythefanficsofmypast · 4 years

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Roma Marinette pt. 1

Marinette's parents joined a traveling circus a year before Marinette was born. They make all the food that's sold as well as food for their fellow travelers.

Marinette is born in the circus. She is one of three kids. Only one year younger than Dick Grayson, Dickie as she grows up calling him, and five years younger than Johnny Grayson. Dick's nickname for Marinette is Marigold. Marinette takes to the Graysons she and Dick adore each other and all the Graysons love little Mari. With Tom and Sabine's permission they start training her along with Dick. Both kids fast learners with what seems like an ability to completely defy gravity and break its rules.

Dick and Marinette are stuck at the hip learning everything their circus family can teach them. Marinette is the one that decides that they should learn knife throwing and fire spinning. While Dick decides they are going to work out with the strong men and learn how to handle the animals.

While they are still too young to join in on the trapeze they are allowed in the show. Together they wow crowds doing cartwheels, flips, and complicated floor routines together. Once they are 6 they are allowed to fly with the rest of them. Their shows garner more and more attention, everyone wanting to see the two youngest aerialists in the world.

Everything is perfect in their lives, until they go to Gotham for a show. Dick parents begin acting weirdly, hugging Dick more and more, while looking at him in a resigned manner. This causes both to worry a bit but they don't let it show. When Dick sees people messing with the trapeze both of them brush it off. Before the show they meet the young Drake family and take a picture together. Marinette and Dick are on one knee together with Tim sitting on their bent knees.

When the lines snap Marinette and Dick stand on the boards opposite of each other watching in horror as the lines snap. In minutes both are on the ground near the bodies, Dick crying silently holding his mother's bracelet while Marinette holds him tightly crying herself.

Bruce walks up and talks to the two and is slightly surprised to find that Marinette wasn't their daughter. Marinette smiles weakly telling them she was pretty damn close. Bruce comforts Dick before going to talk with the Commissioner and a Social Worker.

Before the end of the night Dick is packing up his stuff and getting ready to leave with the social worker. Bruce never leaves their sides. Marinette stops Dick from leaving and hands him her stuffed tiger named Sikhaya. Dick hugs it tightly before pulling out his elephant Zitka and giving it to her.

Marinette pulls him into a tight hug sniffling into his shoulder.

Mari- Don't you dare forget me Richard Grayson. We'll find each other again someday Dickie. So until then don't you dare forget me.

Dick- I could never forget you Bluejay.

Two months later Marinette and her parents leave the circus and settle down in Paris. It breaks their hearts but after the Grayson's tragedy Tom and Sabine find it the best option.

Dick and Marinette don't see each other for a very long time, but they never forget the other.

Zitka is well loved and taken care of. The stuffed animal has a special place on Marinette's bed even when she is an adult. While Dick takes to putting Sikhaya on a shelf when his brothers come into the mix, not wanting it to be destroyed if they become destructive.

Dick grows up as Bruce's son becoming Robin when he turns nine. At thirteen he joins a team of young superheroes, at fifthteen he leaves behind Robin giving the mantle to his new brother Jason. He also begins dating Barbara. They break up a year later when Dick realizes he is continually comparing Barbara to Marinette. When he becomes seventeen he mourns the loss of his brother and nearly kills the Joker, only stopped by Batman. He takes a year break, taking counseling sessions with a reformed Harley Quinn. During his break he meets Tim Drake once again, he doesn't remember him however. He begins training Tim to find solace in acting as a brother again, he also digs up evidence on why the Drakes are terrible parents. Dick encourages Tim to become Robin, his first night out as Robin is Nightwing's return. When he turns 18 he goes to the police academy, and once he graduates he becomes part time and goes to college for business. He is 20 when Red Hood begins targeting the entire family. Jason was not prepared for how vicious Dick got when he shot Tim. Batman once again stops Dick in his anger, telling him once again that neither of his brothers would want him to kill. Jason uses this time to escape from the family and drops into hiding. He hacks into the Batcave and watches the caves videos and reading reports of what's happened since his death. When Jason finally comes back he is ashamed and is surprised when Dick simply hugs him crying. Things are tense between Bruce and Jason, but a few counseling sessions with Harley and their relationship is slowly rebuilding. Shortly after Damian comes into their lives. Dick is quick to knock Damian down when he attacks Tim. He tells Damian that he doesn't care who his mother is, or that he is Bruce's blood son. He slowly brings Damian into the family. While the boy is still distant and mean to the family they all notice he doesn't mean his insults anymore. When Dick is twenty-two he graduates college with a degree in business. He begins working at Wayne Enterprises as well, he mainly works from home and behind the scenes with Mr. Fox. No one outside the company knows he also works there, the entirety of Gotham believes he is just Officer Grayson.

Marinette grows up in Paris with absent parents. They love her but now that they have their own business they only have time for dinner with Marinette. While she is upset she joins gymnastics and aerial arts classes, quickly rising to the position of top student. She also begins going to regular school during her first day. She is so nervous she keeps tripping. The entire class soon begins to view her as clumsy, something that sticks. Even though Marinette only trips afterwards when someone does it on purpose, they choose to ignore the fact she catches herself quickly. While everyone believes she is just clumsy Marinette no one realizes that she is Paris's national champion in Gymnastics. Marinette is so good that they want her on Paris's Olympic team once she turns 16. When she turns ten she realizes she can sell her designs online. She pulls out all her notebooks pulling out her favorite designs and begins to make them all. Once done she creates a website under the name Marigold. On each outfit she hand stitches Mari in gold thread, for a signature marking. Marinette slowly makes friends outside her classmates, while they are nice they all stand by when Chloe attempts to bully Marinette and she doesn't like that. Especially when she sticks up for a few of them, she remains civil and polite to them although in her eyes she is clearly distant. When she is thirteen she becomes friends with Alya, the two girls slowly growing closer. She also develops a crush on Adrien that Alya blows way out of proportion wanting to help her new bestie. While Marinette likes Alya, Dick still holds the spot of best friend in her heart. Marinette also becomes Ladybug, she struggles at first but her years of training in flying helps her greatly and her aim has not deteriorated since leaving the circus. Marinette begins making less clothes and takes up karate classes as well four days go to gymnastics, two go to aerial arts and one to karate. Her three main instructors make the connection to her being Ladybug after a year, when Ladybug uses an aerial move that only she has ever used in front of them.

Aerial Arts- Madeline Saint Cloud

Gymnastics- Tasha Buchanan

Karate- Abraham Lebanon

Instead of confronting her the three get together and come up with a way to help Marinette. They start by deciding that Chat Noir either needs to get serious or get lost. One month later they all have solid examples of. why Marinette needs to bench him if he doesn't. It's at that time they confront her. Marinette attempts to lie saying that she isn't but stops when Madeline speaks up.

Madeline- My dear bird, you've never liked lying. You've rarely done it, and because of that you are truly terrible at lying

Marinette is dejected and apologizes to Tikki, but the Kwami just smiles telling Marinette that it wasn't the first time a Ladybug's mentor had found out.

Tikki- It's just never been three before!!

Marinette listens to her instructors carefully before telling them that she agrees. She tells them her partner looks through life with rose colored glasses. That while she does find him kind and silly she doesn't have a crush on him. That she doesn't find him as kind, caring, or as funny as Dick. She pauses after saying this, surprised that she hadn't said Adrien. Her instructors watch her as she closes in on herself taking a moment to sort through her thoughts. Once she is done a stray tear falls from her left eye.

Marinette- After all this time my thoughts still drift back to him…Chaton will never measure up to the person I truly love. His insistence and pushing do nothing more than cause stress on our partnership. I will look into having him either replaced or given one last chance.

That night she lays in bed hugging Zitka close to her chest as she stares out her open trap door at the stars. A few minutes go by and Marinette gets out of bed gently setting Zitka down. She walks over pulling the pictures of Adrien down, as well as his schedule tossing them all in the trash. Once done she climbs out onto her rooftop garden Tikki following her and sitting on Marinette's knee once the girl sits down.

Marinette- Adrien...Adrien Im sorry. I took your act of kindness and compared it to the kindness I use to have daily. Instead of seeing you, I saw Dickie. I thought I loved you, but I loved the kindness you showed me, that reminded me so much of him. I don't love you like that Adrien, instead of wanting to be your girlfriend. I just want to be your friend, so from this day on I will try harder to be that.

Two days later Ladybug tells Chat Noir to meet her on the Eiffel Tower that night after patrol. She tells him that she isn't in love with him and that she never will be. She knows she is coming off harsh and she tells him that, then explains that she needs to because after a year he is still acting like this. Chat is clearly saddened, this causes Ladybug to sigh and hug him.

Ladybug- I know it hurts, but you need to come to terms with this Chaton. You are my partner and you're like a brother to me. My heart is already taken, Chaton I have loved him since I was a child. Even if I was to date another right now I would just continue to compare them to my Robin.

Chat agrees to take things more seriously telling her that he still loves her, but he understands. He promises her that he will not let his feelings get in the way anymore. As the months pass the two become closer and closer. When Lila arrives Adrien already knows that she is lying and takes to avoiding her. When he spots Marinette getting put down by Alya and Nino for telling them Lila was lying he is quick to stand up for her. This causes a split among their classmates they don't want to be mean to Adrien, but he is always with Marinette. Lila is constantly telling the class that Marinette is bullying her and they want to do something but Adrien gets in their way. While Adrien and Marinette get closer they both realize one day that their partner in suits and civies is the same person. After them the two are rarely separate from each other. Gabriel finds Marinette very respectable despite Marinette being Roma, which would caused him to turn up his nose at first. He allows Adrien to spend more time with her, giving him permission to attend her gymnastics competitions. She is fifthteen when she becomes the new Guardian. By the time both are sixteen they have been outcast by their class and forced to the back. However they did not allow this to way down on them. Adrien had gained permission to model for Marinette along with their friends Luka and Kagami, and Jagged and Clara, two of Marinette's most famous clientele. Marigold was a very well known designer however no one knew what she looked like. Marinette never stepped out in public so the media didn't know the designer was a high school student. Marinette was also old enough to try for a spot on the Olympic team. She is sent an email the day of her birthday and Tasha laughs at the subtle begging in the email. Marinette is quick to agree and the four friends go out for dinner to celebrate. Only for it to be ruined when Lila shows up with Alya, Rose, and Alix claiming that they stole the table she reserved. Adrien was going to snap until Marinette placed a hand on his arm. She wiped her mouth standing up gracefully. She smiled politely at the four telling them not to worry the table was open now. The four walk away together not acknowledging Lila's glare. Marinette is seventeen when she participates in the Tokyo Olympics Adrien going with both her and Tasha. She uses Kaalki to get her and Adrien back to Paris for Akuma attacks. She loves her entire time in the Olympic Village. Marinette takes the gold for all four events. She is crying as she stands with her teammates four medals around her neck. Returning to Paris had been wonderful, she was greeted by the President and the Mayor and many fans. Adrien teased her relentlessly over the amount of fans she had. Once they returned to school the entire class demanded to know why Marinette never told them. Marinette simply sighs telling them she never kept it a secret. That she'd told them plenty of time she couldn't do something because of training. The class is really upset and they try to get Bustier on their side and the teacher just sighs softly wishing she never agreed with the Principal to teach Lila Rossi. Bustier knew she wasn't the best teacher but that girl destroyed her reputation by turning her class into the worst in the school. They are eighteen when they begin attending college Marinette for fashion and Adrien business. Marinette is nineteen when she and Adrien take down Hawkmoth only to discover Gabriel Agreste underneath. They hand him over to the cops before heading to the Eiffel tower together. Once there Adrien and Marinette de-transform and Adrien breaks down, Marinette pulls him into a tight hug tear of her own falling. Two months later Adrien sold off his father's company and the mansion. Moving into a cosy apartment with Marinette. Adrien takes the last name Dupain-Cheng and the announce it together on their way to the next Olympics when Marinette is twenty-one. She once again takes home all four gold medals, keeping her title for another four years. They graduate college together at twenty-two, and decide its time for the world to meet Marigold. Marinette reveals herself to the world as Marigold, and everyone in the fashion industry is talking about the young women who built her fashion empire before she was even 18. Adrien takes a job in her company head of PR. When they fully introduce themselves they become known as Marinette and Adrien D.C. The world is talking about the D.C. siblings, most of the conversations being around Adrien no longer going by Agreste. Together they travel the world, nothing changing in their lives until they visit Gotham, and Marigold receives an invitation to the Wayne Charity Event.

Marinette's first stop in Gotham is the place where the Graysons fell. Adrien goes with her hugging her gently as she softly cries. The next day she visits their graves alone, saying hello to the cold stone and asking if they remember her. She leaves flowers on the graves and a letter to each of them, including one to Dick.

Marinette- Thank you for all you taught me and encouraged me to learn. I never thought I'd use my flying to save peoples lives when I returned to Paris. Please continue watching over me and Dickie. I'm going to find him, I promise.

She leaves the graves feeling a lighter happy to have visited them once again

When the Charity Event arrived Marinette and Adrien D.C. couldn't wait to leave their mark on Gotham high society. Unknown to both of them that Dick Grayson had become Richard Grayson-Wayne.

@blackmagicforever

@chocolateherringtacofan

@mythogaychic

#maribat #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom #miraculous marinette #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous au #dinette #batfam dick grayson #dick grayson #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #lila salt #circus #class salt #batman #batfamily #BatFam

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the-bjd-community-confess · 3 years

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More Divaz confos

Mod: Round two of these, previously: link. There’s some interesting customer reviews in this batch (5 and 8) which may be useful to readers.

1.Vic3mage "the secret bjdivaz vip group is just pictures of boxes coming in and going out". Yeah, between the bitching about d0llshe, asking people to post on doa for them, dunking on ex-customers, posting pics of random doll parts that they can't identify which doll they're supposed to go with, whining about how little money they make, whining when ppl e-mail them, whining. Yeah, other than that it's just boxes, and alpacas u can buy off amazon anyway lol.

~Anonymous

2.The butthurt users crying and guilttripping under every Divaz confession who have never been seen before elsewhere on this blog are extremely unsuspicious and unproblematic and definitely unconnected to Divaz and unbiased in every possible way

~Anonymous

3.idk shit abt bjd1vas but v1cemage i can absolutely tell you the shit about ch0o is 100% accurate, fucker's got a long, long history of being an awful little man that stretches well beyond his involvement in the doll community. between the two i'd still trust bjd1vas over ch00 ch00 the fool any day!

~Anonymous

4.The Z3st and Div4s thing is really silly and both entities were being shady but did they really have to take the DZ waiting room down with them? :( He had even made a separate thread about it......

~Anonymous

5. RE: BJD Divaz

I’ve been a customer of BJD Divaz since they first started, when it was only run by Chart3rline. I even contacted other BJD companies trying to persuade them to work with Divaz as their US representative. Most declined because they didnt like D's commission fee, but I was able to persuade a few of them.

I asked them to purchase a doll off DOA because I couldnt afford the asking price, and while they did, I found out later that instead of agreeing to purchase the seller's price, they negotiated the price to be lower. This significantly cheaper price was not passed down to me. I paid the full price +the commission fee based on that full price. I am disappointed I was not told this. This is when I stopped viewing them as a "friend" and instead, as a business. I dont hold this against them, it’s context to what Im going to say later.

I’ve stopped purchasing from D after my recent order from them. This company usually takes 3 or less months to make a doll. I’ve ordered the doll from D and it took 11 months. They let me know it arrived to them in March and that it will be shipped soon, except it only shipped on July, and only after I sent them several "reminder" emails. Before people in the comments try to put the blame on me for not sending a reminder soon, please keep in mind that I acknowledged the email in March and confirmed everything and they keep stressing to not send them emails because they are busy, I’ve emailed once every month since. I’ve since switched to ACBJD and Ive been happy with communication and the dolls ordered. I imagine ACBJD gets the same amount of emails, but they dont berate their customers if they email more than once.

I regret when people wanted a D0llshe, but not deal with him, I always recommended D. I would warn people of ordering directly and instead go through D. They assured buyers they would be handling communication and all the efforts so they wouldnt worry, except they didn’t. A person that I’ve recommended D to, who surpassed 2 years, keeps messaging me for help because D wouldnt reply to their emails. She is respectful, sweet and a timid person, not a Karen. This person, emailed D without a reply so would email a week later, only to be told that their email would be pushed down to the bottom if emailed again. No response, so she goes to FB and IG, who both tell her to email because they arent the person running orders. Finally got a response that they would get their refund, after D0llshe sends D's payment, but minus the PP fees. 3 months later and theres no refund, only a promise of them getting it later. Why is the customer missing out on fees when they have no doll? Customer emails d0llshe and he says he cant offer refund, because they didn’t order through them, which is understandable, but when all options are out for a customer, do you blame them for chargebacks?

If anyone files a chargeback, D will be blacklisting them from every company they rep, as in blacklisting you from buying direct from those companies. I urge everyone who has negative experiences with D to email the companies they rep instead of venting on confession blogs, and writing your experiences on social media. Make it count and send letters to the companies they represent, and please provide proof because they will try to make you out to be a liar.

Speaking of, they made vague posts on cl0ver singing for charging paypal fees, and that they offer guarantees as an official dealer, except when offering refunds, to non delivered products I might add, they are keeping the fees, and offered no help with d0llshe, even before they ended their dealership with them. Someone on DOA was told to not email them unless the wait time surpassed 1.5 years. They are even so petty that they post screenshots with the full name and address (dox) of the customer on purpose and then delete it out a day later as if they just realized their "mistake".

Before you try to make excuses for them about the fires, keep in mind, I am dealing with a business. The lower price negotiation with the DOA sale, I am in no way obligated to give them a pass or treat them as a friend when they made it clear that our relationship is strictly business. Their issues, are not my issues. D0lk got dragged for not shipping in time, others, including artisans, got dragged for being so late with communication and sending back refunds for cancelled orders. Why does D get to be exempt?

The supporters are the worst part of this, because of instead of being honest so D can improve, they support them for being "real". For example, look how micemage words it, to make it seem like this criticism is from one person, when there are people on addicts who didn’t have good experience. Check the bjd dealers tag here, you will see the supporters in the comments going off on any and all criticism of D. Some have sane comments, but the majority are cult like and try to identify the person venting as if it’s one person. Addicts deletes threads with criticism asking people to instead direct it to their feedback group; which lets be honest, no one is going to do because its "not that bad", and most dont want to join a new group, which is mostly dead.

This is my first and last confession on D, I’ve emailed each company they rep and told them my experience as well as contacting the 3 month wait company, with screenshots of my order, how they handled it, and the excuse they used to put blame on the company for being so late (package arrived march to D, 4 months to be shipped is on D, not the company). I’m not using company or order details because I know they are petty enough to try to identify me and publicly shame me like they have to others. This and the threat of suing is why not many people like to go public with their experience. They just keep feedback neutral, move on and never deal with again.

~Anonymous

6. Listen, I can't take you seriously in regards to BJD!vas because you're posting on a confession blog. If you were serious, you would have posted in buyer beware groups, DoA reviews or the board to get things resolved, or you would have made a complaint to the BBB. And your language makes you come off more as someone with an agenda rather than someone who is trying to warn people. If shipping is the issue, stop buying with standard shipping and pay the extra price for express shipping. I saw one of you complain that it sat with them for 20 days; that's probably because you're not the only one and they more than likely have a queue to check and then ship out. Do mistakes happen? Yes, because we're human. I've been in this hobby for a few years now and it seems like most people know you're going to have to wait, sometimes even outside the expected wait time. And shipping something as big as a doll is a timely endeavor. I shouldn't have to say that.

My point is simply to stop complaining on an confession board and either take it to the places previously mentioned. Posting here behind the anonymous mask makes you sound like a petulant child who didn't get their way right away.

~Anonymous

7.My only issue with BJD Divaz is how I never get any updates. Every email, they tell me to join their facebook page for status updates. I dont have a FB and I dont want to create one. I bought my doll through their website, updates should be posted on their website, or they could send me an email. That isnt asking much.

~Anonymous

8. Since there seems to be a lot of either "completely negative everything sucks" or "everything was sunshine and rainbows" confessions about bjd!vaz I thought I'd chime in with a neutral review.

PROS

-They were always polite and professional in their emails, and gave me very detailed answers to my questions.

-I got exactly what I ordered, so no mix ups or missing parts or anything like that.

-I think them being forthcoming about personal issues (only one person on staff, illness, the flooding isue etc.) on social media is good, since it keeps customers updated as to why there might be delays.

-If you live in the US their shipping is very reasonable.

CONS

-Reply times were varied. Sometimes it could take over a week, sometimes a couple hours.

-My order took about 10mo which, when comparing to other people who ordered through the same company around the same time, was about 3x as long as if I bought it direct and 2x as long if I had gone through a different dealer. I get some of the waiting time is out of their control, but it was kind of ridiculous.

-They dont necessarily ship the same day they send you a tracking number. I wish they said something like, "Here's your tracking number, our pickup is Xday so it should start moving after that" just so I could be aware.

All in all no major complaints. I got my doll and all that. Their lone employee is clearly overwhelmed. I hope they hire another person, if only to give the one a break.

Truthfully, I most likely won't buy through them again. I'd rather pay the international shipping and go direct, than deal with the extensive wait time. I'd still recommend them to someone looking for a very long layaway, though. I paid in full, but if I had a 12mo layaway I would've never known they weren't ready to ship my doll until month 10.

~Anonymous

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #TrueBJDConfessions #BJD Dealers

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confessionsofa-roleplayer · 3 years

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i was feeling burnout by a ship, but i respect the writing partner too much to not be honest, so i instead gave them a headsup i didnt have a lot of muse for some of our heavier threads and wanted to focus on the others. they appeared to be fine and understanding about it until a few days later they told me they were crying all night over it and having a breakdown, because they were afraid i was going to drop the ship.

on top of them admitting to that breakdown they've been getting really guilt trippy on dash. whenever i am gushing about my other ships, they post things like "oh when will [insert their muse name] be loved" or they will even straight up post that they miss certain events with muse or that they miss when "people gave their muse attention" ???

am i wrong to feel so uncomfortable? i truly love our ship but i do have burnout from it, and this clingy behavior is not helping. more distressing is the fact it's affecting them enough to cause them to have breakdowns is very worrying to me. i kind of want to step away but if simply wanting a break from certain plots was enough to make them cry irl then im scared to think what stepping away would do.

how do i address this?

This is a really tough situation to be in, anon. And no, I don't think you're wrong to feel uncomfortable with how your partner is handling the situation.

First - kudos to you for wanting to do the right thing and communicate openly with this person. I know making that choice isn't always an easy one, and even people you thought would handle things well, don't always manage to do that. But the fact that you're trying is important. If you were my partner, I'd appreciate it beyond words regardless of how things turned out in the end - so thank you for that.

How I would handle your current situation might go a few different ways depending on a lot of different factors:

I might try talking to them again, if I thought they'd listen, but I'm also really wary about trying to tell anyone (even politely) what they should or shouldn't be posting on their blog. I'd also be worried that my own regret over needing to take a break (and their reaction to that choice) might be biasing how I interpret certain posts. I cannot tell you the amount of 'weird coincidences’ regarding posts and their timing I've seen during my stint on tumblr - things that seemed completely connected, but never really were. Anyway, trying to talk again is definitely an option, if you feel comfortable doing that. Just try not to turn the conversation into a ‘threat.’ (“If you don’t stop doing this, I’m not going to want to ship at all anymore,” or anything similar.)

Another option is backlisting their blog for awhile. Give yourself a chance to breath without unfollowing them (and potentially freaking them out even more.) The age-old saying 'out of sight, out of mind' has often worked wonders for me. It gives you a chance to take a break from their posts and just relax for awhile. If they tag those kinds of posts a certain way, you could also try just blacklisting the tag/s they use.

Another possibility (which might not be one you’re willing to do) is to back up a little and offer a little give. I’m really wary about suggesting this because it feels like ‘rewarding bad behavior’ to me, but the situation is yours to handle, and if you like this idea, then that’s your call. Let them pick one of the hiatused threads to pick back up. Just one. And make sure it’s clear that you still might not reply to it as regularly as everything else.

Along similar lines, just because the two of you aren’t doing shippy threads doesn’t mean you can’t still share images / quotes / aesthetic posts / etc. that remind you of the ship or specific threads. Whether you do it privately or via tumblr reblogs - this might be enough to reassure your partner that you still care about the ship, and that it’s still on your mind.

And finally, if/when you feel that - regardless of how much you enjoy the ship/their friendship - continuing to write with them will do you more harm than good, then you need to tell them and step away. Yes, how it might affect them isn't a pleasant thought, but it’s not your job to help control someone else’s emotions. Staying in a situation that no longer makes you happy just to keep someone else happy is rarely healthy. If/when it comes to that, try to be as empathetic as possible when you tell them. Make sure they know this isn’t a choice you’ve made lightly. It’s also important (as gently as possible) to make them aware of how their own choices exacerbated the situation. You don’t want to be, ‘This is all your fault!’ but if they don’t understand why you’re ending things, then they’re more likely to repeat the same mistakes with others.

Okay, I think I’ve exhausted my thoughts on your next possible step. Do our followers have anything they’d like to add, or any other potential actions you think our anon could take?

~ Mod MJ ~

#advice #anonymous #answered

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samikozume-todoroki · 4 years

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Those bugs hc were amazing ( i was laughing so hard), what about some headcanons where the reader is now too small to reach something and the boys have to help her 👉👈

(Thank you so much! Glad it made you laugh🥺 as a smol bean; I am an inventor or spidermonkey no in between. And by boys I assume Shouto and Katsuki at the least, but I’m also doing Izuku and Kirishima!)

Characters: Shouto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya, Eijirou Kirishima

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Shouto Todoroki:

Mans walked into the pantry, fully intent on destroying the endeavor cereal that UA just stocked up

See you climbing on the shelves, hands losing their grip

Yoinks you so fast you don’t even realize he entered

(All I hear is the “STOOPID IM NOT GONNA LET YOU GET THE CHANCE” audio as I type this💀)

Actual photo of shouto yoinking you

Mans holds you by the collar of your shirt, staring at you with his beautiful eyes which are full of concern and worry

iTS NOT FAIR HES BOTH HOT AND A DECENT PERSON ITS NOT

“C-c-can you hel-help m-me?” Pouty and flustered the words are spit out

He puts you on the ground and goes behind you

!!! What r yO-

oh, okay

Mans picks you up by the armpits and you grab that yummy yummy Cinnamon Toast Crunch and the nasty bitch e*deavor cereal

He is so focused on how to destroy the cereal that when you lean up to give him a peck on the jaw, he stumbles

His heart just went DokiDoki!Precure

Scurrying out of the room like a rat (same😌💅✨) you don’t know that his left side flared up- destroying half the pantry

“Well at least the cereal got destroyed”

“YO! WHO DESTROYED THE MAC N CHEESE?! NOT COOL BRO”

“Half the pantry is burnt to a crisp and youRE comcerned about the Mac n cheese??”

“Ya??? Isn’t everyone??”

*everybody nods*

“Sigh”

Katsuki Bakugou:

Katsuki firmly believes in “fuck everyone, it’s every man for himself”

But there’s a secret clause hidden in page 101, paragraph 2, sentence 3, section FU-ck; 666

(I have no idea how shit like that works, so let’s roll with it🥰)

It states “it’s every man for himself unless the short stack can’t reach jack shit, then I could lend a hand if I want”

He enters the cleaning closet and sees you banging the broom on the bleach on the top shelf

“Thread the needle what the fuck broom fuck the handle sis it ain’t hard please-“ this close to tears and suddenly

Katsuki enters, grumbling about who knows what

“What? Did you see a speck of lint in the hallway that reminded you of Izuku?”

“No” (yes actually, damn nerds lint)

Now that a hot and more importantly tall boi was here

You banged on the bleach hoping it would annoy Katsuki enough to get it for you

✨backfired bitch✨

“You could just ask for help short stack”

😳😠🥺”pls help me”

He went to reach for the bleach, doing that “cage them in by getting super close” thing and

gETTING WAY TOO CLOSE LIKE SIR PLS BACK UP

I AM TRYING TO B R E A T H E

“I-I-I tha-thank y-you” 😳

“You’re welcome”

Said with such a cocky smirk, all embarassment is gone.

Pulling him down a bit by the collar of his shirt, and then

Kissing his cheek, you linger for a few seconds, releasing him skipping out the door

Mans blew up a shelf on accident

“Why is the shelf broken?”

“Bakugou”

“Ah, normal Tuesday then”

Izuku Midoriya:

Izuku was going into the kitchen for a snack

When he stumbled upon a snacc😍

A snacc that was on their knees on the counter (no feet on the counter, nasty bitch 🤢) and tipping backwards

Full cowled over and caught you, bridal style

“Y/n be more careful! What if I didn’t catch you?! You could have cracked your head open, broken your neck, or-

“But that didn’t happen because you were here!”☺️

“gotten an concussion fall asleep and slip into a coma, got a stroke that we didn’t notice and di-“

Blushy boy becomes a tomato

Not only from your words

But your beautiful eyes that shine so warmly and a smile that always cheers him up and lips that he’s imagined kissing a couple of times-

And your voice which is so gentle and happy and holds no doubt. The way you said he was there like he would always be there and you’ll always count on him and trust him

He’s just 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

(TAKE MY KITHES IZUKU BABIE ILY)

He sets you gently on the counter

“Can you get something for me?”

Man full cowls and within a second all the items on the top shelves are taken down and out on the counter

“I-I just needed salt??”

“Oh”😳 full cowls everything back but the salt.

You offer him some food and ask him to eat with you and this blushy simp boy is in

✨heaven✨

God y’all ain’t even dating and make everyone feel so so so single

“Oh my god, somebody please make them kiss already”

“Izuku and y/n are in the kitchen?”

“The sexual tension and mutual pining is infuriating and disgusting”

“Retweet”

“Even bakugou agrees”💀

Eijirou Kirishima:

You regret throwing stuff on the top shelf of your closet

Why did you, oh right because “you’ll never need it, and you don’t use it”

Well you need it now

Fuck.

Normally you would be an

😌💅✨independant woman✨💅😌

And get a chair and do it yourself

But the only chair is the rolling chair,

and idk man it’s slightly cloudy and Mars is in retrograde so you don’t really think it’s a good day to snap your neck

So you go to the common area to steal a boy 🤩

Seeing Eijirou first, his freshly showered appearance (the hair!!!) blessed your eyes

😍

“Ei~ Ji~ Rou~”

“Slightly scared, but yes y/n?”

“I need a tall, muscly man to help me”

He never got up so fast in his life, eyes sparkling

Eijirou’s man ego and pride was stroked and he was t h r i v i n g

His grin was so big and eyes so happy and please please please praise him and stroke his ego more I beg

Going to your room

Eiji was in heaven, first time in your room and he loved it already everything screamed you and he loved you so he loved it

(Hi I love simp Eiji and ack, I’m actually crying I simp for him so so so hard i🥺😭)

After grabbing your stuff,

You flashed him the prettiest smile

Your eyes reflected back his and it was the most beautiful piece of artwork he had ever seen

And softly, “thank you”

GAJSGHAHS Y/N TAKE ALL MY LOVE AND MY HEART I DONT NEED IT ANYWAYS

(Give him kithes rn 😠 I swear)

you invited him to stay and chat

All throughout it you were like

“Sir??? You do not get to be so handsome and pretty and funny and nice and a super good person”

Omg you actually teared up a little bit when Eiji was smiling and laughing boisterously

It was so cute and you were so in love and🥺🥺🥺

You guys were first on the floor, then the bed and desk chair, then across from each other on the bed, then next to each other on the bed and

wow now you both are sleeping and cuddling.

Kiri is wrapped around you and if he woke up in the middle of the night and snuggled your small form closer it’s not anyone’s business but his

“I hate them”

“Kirishima and y/n?”

“Who else?”

“Good lord you would think they are newlyweds”

“Always rubbing it in our faces that they are soulmates”

A/n: Shouto is emotionally constipated 😠 he doesn’t know he’s crushing😠 all he knows is that he feels things😠 that are nice and warm and make his fire activate😠 this is the second version, the first got deleted because of my own stupidity. I think After fiddling with this version for around an hour, I like it more than V1. 🥺 if anyone wants anymore boys from BNHA, or some HQ boy versions send a request! I’d be happy to do it!

I am in the process of planning out a Kid Krow songfic collection for BNHA and Haikyuu (separately) and I want to hear suggestions for which character for which song! Drop an ask or find the post I talk about it (under Sami speaks) and comment!

General Taglist (open! Ask or comment on this post to be on it): @mssyprsn

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drspencerweed · 3 years

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IM SO EXCITED FOR THAT SNIPPET ! request 4 is an all caps level of excitement

thank you! just for you and because im a slut for praise here’s another snippet!

this one is from a little further into the story, and tw for mentions of kidnapping

He chuckled as he looked at the book in his hand. “It’s a classic. And I can’t only read books you like.”

I rolled my eyes and smiled. “I’m sorry I can’t read the books you like.”

He just smirked. “I mean if you ever wanted to learn Russian...”

“I’m crap at languages, you know this. But maybe someday I’ll read it in English.” I turned to go back to my reading, but he put his book down on the bed and turned to face me more fully. Letting my eyes meet his, I put my book down to give him my attention again. “What?”

He sighed and looked down at the duvet, picking at a thread. “I just- well, I was thinking a lot today about what you said last night. About the last time you were caught by an UnSub.” My breath caught in my chest, mind racing with ideas of where he could be going with this. “And I guess, I just wanted to ask how you’re doing. And apologize for not asking sooner.”

I looked in his eyes, and saw how concerned and sincere he was. Something in my walls cracked. The way he looked at me was so similar to how he looked at me outside this room, when we were pretending to be in love. The lines were so blurred, I had to stop myself from leaning in and kissing him in response. My eyes filled with tears before I could stop it, and I quickly looked away but I knew he had already seen.

“I-I’m fine.” I choked out. Spencer reached a hand and grasped my own.

“It’s okay if you’re not.”

My eyes were glued to where our hands were linked together, tears filling them again as his thumb stroked the back of my hand. The fears about getting kidnapped had certainly been lingering in my mind, even if I had distracted myself with being heartbroken. “Sometimes I think about what it was like, being there. I used to think I understood the victims. Now I- Now I know what it was like. And I wasn’t even- it wasn’t even that long.” I confessed, laughing a little at the end. Spencer squeezed my hand, and I looked up to him. A tear or two escaped as I blinked.

“Please don’t discredit what you went through like that. Any second being kidnapped is too long,” he stated seriously. I clenched my teeth in an effort not to cry. His other hand reached up and swiped away a tear with his thumb. “If you need to abort this mission, we can.”

I shook my head immediately. “He’s listening to us already. If we abort, he’ll go into hiding. And I won’t let him get away.”

Spencer sighed as he dropped his hand from my cheek, bringing it to hold my own in both of his. “Hotch should never have asked you to do this so soon. I could’ve done this with Emily, or JJ-“

“No!” I exclaimed, the thought of him spending a week kissing and loving someone else struck me to my core. But my quick and visceral reaction did not go unnoticed by Spencer. He quirked an eyebrow at me. Shaking my head, I pressed on with a fake excuse. “I don’t want anyone thinking I’m incapable. If Hotch thinks I’m the best person for the job then I’m the best person for the job.”

Spencer nodded. I blinked back more tears, trying not to break down farther than I had already. I rarely let myself cry in front of other people, and especially not Spencer. Now I had cried in front of two different people within a week. What was happening to me?

The tears started falling faster, my brain racing as I imagined being back in that cold basement. Not thinking about it only ever lasted for so long. In an instant I was back there; the cold metal of a gun pressed into the back of my neck, the harsh feeling of the wooden chair underneath me, the mildewy scent, the sound of water dripping every few seconds. If I closed my eyes I was under the harsh red light, penning my letter. “Sometimes I just wish I could forget.” I whispered, letting the tears take over me and ripping my hand away from Spencer’s grip to cover my face.

My knees came up against my chest as I wracked with sobs. Memories flashed through my mind, the moments before I was attacked from behind, the moment I woke up. The worst memories were of his voice. He had taunted me, poked me with the gun while I scratched out my last words. I could still hear him whisper “Spence? Is that your boyfriend? Bet he’s missing you real bad right now.” He would sing the last line, taunting me. “He’s never gonna find you.”

I began shaking my head back and forth, trying to get his voice out of my ears. Before the panic could fully set in, Spencer’s arms wrapped around my body, pulling me closer to him. “Hey, hey. You’re alright. You’re safe. Take a deep breath, count with me. In two three four, out two three four.” He whispered in my ear, his voice replacing the horrible one running through my head.

The feeling of his arms wrapped around me reminded me of the best moment that day, the moment I was saved. He had been the first one in the room. When I heard them break into the house, I folded my letter quickly and stuffed it down my shirt while the UnSub panicked. Spencer burst through the door a few seconds later, and I wept at the sight of him. After a confrontation, Morgan shot the UnSub and Spencer rushed to me, quickly untying me and gathering me into his arms. He had whispered those same words to me, “You’re alright, you’re safe.”

#im itching to post this #but im not going to until its complete #because i know i wont be able to stay motivated to post regularly #but snippets like these make me happy #wheelsup #answered

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scandeniall · 4 years

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Playing Games

Pairing: Iwaizumi x Reader, mention of akaashi x reader

Request from @mel-melona: hi! I saw that you opened song requests and thought I’d drop one here if you’ve got time. So here’s the vibe, Playing Games by Anna of the North

wc: 1642

summary: A story in which you and iwaizumi break eachother’s hearts again and again.

Breaking your own heart. It was something Iwaizumi never considered. Throughout the years he’d thought heartbreak was at the hands of others. But, to an extent, he was right. As he scrolled his instagram a simple picture completely shattered his own heart. You had been seated on the lap of none other than ex fukurodani setter, Akaashi Keiji. What stood out even more was the way your hand extended to show the shiny diamond resting on your ring finger You were officially gone, and it was all his fault.

“Let's get married.” It was the first thing you’d ever said to him. You guys were 8 years old. The way You’d ran up to him at recess caught him off guard. The flowers held tight between your fingers couldn't have been for him. The dirt staining your outfit was an indication that you’d just picked the flowers. “No.” It was the first thing he ever said to you. The way your eyes filled with tears made the young boy uncomfortable. However, before he could apologize, or cry because you were crying a voice interrupted. “Iwa-chan, you made them cry.” That was how you wound your way into Iwaizumi’s life, and the first time he broke your heart.

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The sun had started to set when the three of you started to make your way home. You stayed after school to watch the practice of Kitagawa Daiichi’s boys volleyball team. Your friends had made the team with ease years ago and as the three of you were almost with junior high you took every chance you could to see your boys play. “You didn’t have to wait on us you know.” You only shrugged. “I like watching you play Iwa. You're really cool” Had the golden hour sun not been illuminating you guys, you might’ve noticed the redness that crept up his ears. “Aren’t I cool too (Y/N),” your third party exclaimed. “You’d be cool if you stopped overworking yourself shittykawa.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the scold, and it was the first time Iwaizumi noticed how amazing the sound was.

“Besides, I’m gonna really miss you guys.” The words came out quietly, both boys brows furrowing with confusion. “I thought you were applying to Aboa Johsai too.” Iwaizumi covered the frantic tone with a cough. He remembered how he blamed it on dirt flying into his mouth. Even at 14, it seemed weird but you let it pass. The reality of what you were able to tell your best friends settling in. “I’m moving to Tokyo after this year ends. I’ll be going to Fukurodani Academy.” That was the first time you broke Iwaizumi’s heart.

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He promised. He promised he’d only be a phone call away, and that nothing would change. You would talk or text everyday and it would be like nothing changed. The tears that drowned your pillowcase currently made you feel like otherwise. It was halfway through 1st year and not only was it harder to make friends in Tokyo, but you couldn't even turn to your best friend/ After All, he was the reason for the tears.The summer before you left you and Iwaizumi found yourself in your first relationships with one another. Shortly after you admitted that you would be moving after your last year, Iwaizumi admitted to having a crush on you. The awkward conversation consisted of him telling you that he thinks that he likes you. “Or I just really like your laugh and your smile, and jokes.”

The two of you ended junior high and went into your first years of high school despite living in two different places. The promise of taking the train every weekend to see one another sounded good in the head of two early teens who were still in the honeymoon stage. However, the distance wore and as Iwaizumi and Oikawa began getting more and more involved with one volleyball there was no time for you. “Someone at school confessed to me today. I don’t know how I feel.” The admission not only led to a breakup, but the second time Iwaizumi broke your heart.

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“Shhhh your parents are home,” you laughed against his lips. You were met with the hands on your hips sliding upwards and fingers beginning to move rapidly along the skin of your waist. The legs you had tangled with his began to twitch and you had to slap your hand over your mouth to keep from laughing loudly at the way Iwaizumi’s hands tickled you. The two of you had made up shortly after your “‘breakup”. If you could even call it a relationship given how young you were. Now halfway through your third year, you tended to travel to Miyagi twice a month to see your childhood friends. You always told your parents that you were staying at your cousin’s for the weekend, however would always sneak out with their help. You tended to find yourself sharing whispered jokes and soft kisses with your first love.

“Are you sure you have to go back tomorrow,” The groan vibrated against your neck from where Iwaizumi had his lips rested. “We can always just skip school and stay like this.” Your hands lightly thread through the soft strands. “Our parents would absolutely kill us. Besides I promised I’d help Akaashi, with some science problems tomorrow.” You didn’t notice it but something kin to jealousy flickered through his eyes. It was lightning fast, and he composed himself even faster. The two of you weren’t dating by any means, the distance not being worth it. Those were his words not yours. However, he didn’t know you were that close to the setter. “Is that the setter?” Iwaizumi knew the answer. Afterall, you helped with the volleyball on occasion, and could be seen hanging out with them on snapchat sometimes. Your nod of confirmation only prompted home to continue. “I didn’t know you two were that close.”

“I’ve gotten close with everyone on the team.” He doesn’t miss the way you stress the word and has to force himself not to sound like a jealous asshole. “Besides, he has the same teacher I had last year and I still have those notes.” The warmth on his body fades as you sit up, eyeing him silently. “You know, you two resemble each other. Dark haired, pretty eyed. Handsome. Maybe I do have a type.” The last words come out as a tease. However, at the slightest indication of you being interested in Akaashi, you broke Iwaizumi’s heart for the second time.

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Iwaizumi remembered how you cried when he told you that he was going to college in California. Your puffy eyes and reddened face made his heart ache, however he still found you to be the most beautiful person in the world. The night before he left he gave you a necklace. Just a simple silver chain that had been his, but he rarely wore. He told you it was to remember him by and for you to still feel close to him. The two of you promised to keep in contact, an unspoken promise to pick things up one day.

However, that never happened. You’d visited him once down in California and he took you to a few parties, at which he ended up ditching you halfway through the night. It wasn’t intentional, but his new life without you just seemed more appealing. The crack in our heart so tiny it was practically unnoticeable.The following days he’d apologize, with a gentle caress along your jaw and a sweet kiss to match. Still the two of you had no title. When you returned back home, you’d two worked out a time schedule in which you two would talk. Slowly his calls became less frequent and you found out he’d be out living his new life. Your face time Netflix party dates with Iwaizumi eventually dissipated. As the cracks in your heart continued to grow, you began to find solstice in your old friend Akaashi. However, whenever you seemed to start moving on in your own life, your first love found his way back into your life.

A simple text checking in to tell you that he missed you. To a random call while it was 3 am for him, because he wanted to hear your voice. And then he got too busy again. Too busy to confirm that he was out safe, or to remind you how much he cared. Each time the once tiny crack grew bigger and bigger. Although it was unintentional, his arrival and departure served as a silent reminder to not move on. Too keep waiting on someone who just wasn’t willing to keep you. At least not in the moment.

Eventually texts turned into once a month, and then once every few months, and then only on holidays and birthdays.However, Iwaizumi would miss the subtle mentions of Akaashi and the way the relationship began to blossom. He’d waved it off as the two of you just being friends as his chance slowly diminished.

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As Iwaizumi read the caption, he’d found out the two of you had been dating for the last 3 and a half years. You looked so happy. The two of you are 25 now, and he had every intention of returning back home for a while, hoping to reconnect with old friends, including you. As he observed the picture, he picked up a tiny detail that anyone else would have bypassed. Zooming in, he noticed you still wore the silver chain of his. His heart briefly raced, but another look at the way your eyes shined brighter than all the stars in the sky said it all. He had lost you. Maybe not as a friend, but as a lover. For the last time you broke Iwaizumi’s heart.

a/n: i just binged this out and now its 3am but im gonna post it now anyways. This was fun and I hope i did it justice bc obviously this isnt a happy ending type song. But it was also fun to just write. Anyways thank u for requesting and song requests are open: check this post for rules (ish)

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi imagine #request #haikyuuwritersnet

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sereina-a · 3 years

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Permanent Starter Call!

It’s honestly about time I made one of these... SO here’s the scoop! Mutuals, you can go ahead and smash that little ♥ on this post (or reply if you have a sideblog!) and it’ll give you a bunch of cool perks such as:

Tagging you in random starters, big or small, with either Serena or her pokemon!

Sending you stupid, nonsensical in character asks regardless of if you’ve reblogged a meme prompt or not!

Jumping into your IMs/Discord (if I have it) to shout at you about plot ideas, share memes/vines with you that remind me of our muses, or to just cry about ongoing threads or anything else!

Tagging you in dumb shitposts that I either make (they’re high quality I promise) or reblog!

Tagging you in specific headcanon posts I make about our muses!

Make random aesthetic/moodboards of our muses!

Basically, just letting me approach you either IC or OOC without me feeling like I’m being a huge bother/being annoying!!!!! Nothing wakes me up more than the fear of bothering my fellow RP partners and being a nuisance so this really helps take that edge off!

The flipside also applies too! By liking this, don’t feel afraid to approach me either because I promise I’m more of a weenie than I let on.

#🌹 ooc.#i copied this from another blog and im like so nervous to post this but here we go!!!#me being worried im being annoying towards my friends? it's more likely than u think #i swear to u before i send random asks i let it sit for a while before i hit send bc im such a baby ASJFLASKGM #ANYWAYS YEAH THATS IT WE OUT HERE NOW

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missivvy · 3 years

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PAST THREAD: GUNNER X IVY

the break up

mentions: @gunnerhq

GUNNER: they had spent the last few weeks alone arguing over this subject, and gunner felt his stomach sing with a frustration he couldn't showcase. he could feel a sense of bitterness as he thought about the baby, and how he could never be the father that ivy wanted to believe he could. how was he supposed to managed being a father when he'd never had a real one himself? it was the same question he found himself arguing with from the moment that his girlfriend had told him they were expecting a baby. he could recall the chill that rang through his being at the very concept, his body and mind instantaneously recognizing his incapacity to father a child properly. somewhere within he had justified this fact when he allowed himself to add stress onto his newly pregnant girlfriend and continuously found himself frustrated or starting arguments, or both. that's how he found himself stood in front of her door, jaw clenched and feeling conflicted even after he reminded himself a million ( or so. ) times the reason he was doing this. gunner loved ivy, that was a feeling he had learned far too intimately upon her entrance into his life. he wasn't the ideal father for a baby to have, though, and he was certain he never would be. knocking on the door, he kept his gaze locked on the porch beneath him as he waited for her to answer. his racing heart counting the seconds until the door swung open, and he found words difficult to grasp initially when he took sight of ivy. it had been involuntary, he was determined to keep his gaze from her face because he knew he could crumble to her will on his worst days. he had. a few seconds it took him to gather his composure, the male shoving his hands into his pockets as he forced out the words. "we need to talk, vee."

IVY: the last few weeks were one of the most hardest, emotionally draining weeks of ivy's life. who would have thought that everything could just in just a blink of an eye. just one simple test could change so much. ivy was still coming to terms with the fact that she was pregnant. she was going to be a mom and to make things even worst from the minute she had found out about it gunner and her had been fighting constantly over this. he understood that he has his issues with her parents but that didn't excuse how he was treating her in their situation. it was completely different from his parents. for the last week the girl had been cooped up in her apartment not really seeing anyone because most days she was in tears and just so tired. the girl was coming to terms with becoming a mother and she prayed that gunner would come around. ivy was curled up on the couch when she heard a knock at her front door. still intangled with her blanket she opened the door with a small smile. it was gunner. she had no idea why he didn't just use his key. "gunner" she said. the boy couldn't even look at her. he was looking at the ground before putting his hands in his pocket and speaking. "well at least that is something we can both agree on" she said looking at him before moving aside and back over to the couch where she was once sitting, trusting that gunner would close the door behind him.

GUNNER: if there was anything besides his own selfish fear of failure that was spurring on gunner’s decision, it was the last few weeks. he had not only got into his own head and been attacked by his own self doubts and frustrations. he had gone out of his way to make a rough time harder for ivy, his own fears and frustrations spilling out the more he ruminated on the subject of having a baby. he hated the potential of his father ever coming into contact with his future child, but he hated the idea of failing as equally or worse than his father more than that. his feelings on the subject had made it hard for him to discern the love and care he held for ivy, and that was the turning point in his reality: ivy deserved better than the stress he had been putting on her when things took an unexpected turn. she deserved someone better to help her with the baby, someone who could be a real father. as he allowed himself to follow ivy after shutting the door behind him. he could have used his key, but somehow the message he had come to relay felt like it warranted not simply entering the place. the brunet reached up to run a hand through his hair and let his hand slide down over his face before falling back to his side. “how are you feeling?” it was the softest voice he had used in the last few weeks, and the most concern he had shown over her since he found out. a realization that sent a shock of guilt through his frame. he swallowed the lump that formed in his throat, forcing himself to look at the beauty before him with a sad smile. “vee, i can’t do this.” he felt his jaw clench at the admittance, a sign of vulnerability he wasn’t used to.

IVY: ivy had curled herself back up on the couch. she was relieved that gunner had turned up, it had been a difficult few weeks and she had hoped that he had come to tell her that everything was going to be okay. that they could make this work. but deep down she knew something wasn't right. the boy didn't even use his key, like he usually wood and his facials. she could tell from a million miles away. ivy looked up at him as he asked how i was feeling. she wanted to laugh, cry all of the above. his tone of voice was something she hadn't heard in a while, so soft. "i've been better you know. but i'm fine" she said looking at him. she brushed some stray strands of her hair behind her ear. "how are you" she started to ask before stopping when he spoke. "what do you mean you can't do this. can't do our relationship anymore? can't do being a father or all of the above" she said sitting up looking at him. she wasn't expecting this really but from the way they had been acting the girl knew it wasn't going to be easy with finding out she was pregnant.

GUNNER: a part of gunner wanted to be sunk with the guilt that settled in, but the logical part of his brain had compartmentalized his emotional responses and the reasons he saw fit to do this before showing up. he knew he couldn't let what he felt for ivy overshadow doing what was best for both her and the baby in the long run. it was gutting, more than he was willing to admit or showcase, to be stood in front of the one person he ever loved and say what he was speaking. his features briefly falter, gaze finally landing on the femme, before he closed his expression off again. he wasn't sure the response for that, but he was too late to ruminate on an answer before she cut in with her questions. he didn't openly flinch, but he wanted to. "all of the above, vee. i'm not going to ask you to not have the baby, that'd be cruel. even for me," he tried to level with her, though he was aware that wasn't likely with this being the way he was ending things. "but i can't be a father. i'm not made out for that, i'll fuck the kid up." he told her.

IVY: ivy couldn't help but just look at him. what possibly more could they talk about. from his absence and the fighting the last few weeks it was pretty clear to ivy that he wasn't too happy about the situation, it wasn't ideal but it was happening and there wasn't much he or she could do about it. the girl knew she would be fighting back the tears in a second from the other's words. "so you're breaking up with me? because i'm pregnant and you can't handle it" she asked looking at him. "do you think im ready for this." she added. the girl was doing her very best to hold it together but the fact that the had such a difficult last few weeks and now he came over and ending things with her, it was all too much. the situation wasn't ideal but the girl hoped that he would come around and they could work through this together. "do you not love me anymore" she asked with her voice cracking.

GUNNER: there was no decent way for the brunet to go about his decision, but that somehow didn't stop him from opening his mouth. or showing up, for that matter. it would have been easier to simply fall off the face of the earth in a metaphoric sense, easier to disappear. easier for him, but he couldn't bring himself to not have this conversation with the femme in person. "i'm breaking up with you, because i'm not right for you or a baby." he felt his jaw clench, teeth grinding against each other. "i... don't know if you are, but i know i'm not. and i can't," he told ivy, feeling as though he was pleading with her almost. he didn't expect her to accept it, or understand it. the brunet's heart breaking at her question and the cracking of her voice, and he looked at her incredulously. words absent as he stared at her, feeling as though the question was outlandish when it was more logical with his actions. "it's nothing to do with my love for you." he defended, too fiercely.

IVY: Ivy just looked at him. She couldn’t believe this was happening. He was breaking up with her. The boy she thought she would be spending the test of her life with was breaking up with her because she was pregnant. Why couldn’t they have been more careful she thought. The girl couldn’t help but shed some tears. She held onto her knees and fought back the tears but they kept coming. “Please don’t do this. I need you, we need you” she said looking at him. “You don’t know what it’s going to be like, how can you not even wanna try” she said crying some more. This was too much for the girl. Ivy loved gunner with every ounce of her and right now her heart was shattering into a million pieces and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. “Please don’t leave” she said with her voice cracking even more before she sat up to be closer to him. “If you love me then don’t leave”

GUNNER: it was a testament of strength, or an outlandish pride, that the male refrained from pulling the woman who stole his heart into his arms as she cried. he was warring with himself, knowing that he would never forgive himself for this moment in time. reminded once more that ivy deserved more. "i can't, vee. i've hurt you already, and i... can't. i don't know how a father's supposed to be. i didn't have a decent role model." he tried to reason, though he knew it wouldn't be possible. giving into the urge to wrap the femme in a hug, he hated himself more but that didn't stop the words from coming out of his mouth. "i have to... i'm sorry... i have to."

IVY: This was her worst nightmare coming true. Growing up she always thought when you found the one she loved and saw a future with they would try for a baby. She never thought that when this day came that it would push the person she loved the most away. “Gunner please” she said wiping her tears away but there was no use, they just kept coming. “I know, but we can learn together. It’s new for both of us” she said looking at him before he pulled her into a hug. She clung to him like anything, she loved this boy so much and the thought of him leaving just made her more upset. “I love you, please don’t leave me” she said as her hands were wrapped around him. She was sitting in his lap now and she wasn’t planning on moving. “You, you don’t have to break up with me” she said as she cried into his chest

GUNNER: his throat seized up as more tears spilled, the armani boy working to keep his emotions tapered for the sake of getting through this. he hadn't been exaggerating the knowledge that ivy could transform his views with an ease, and the idea of how much more he was hurting her was heavy on his heart. it was a toss between making him want to stay, to figure it out, and the deciding note on just how much better it was for him to depart. "vee," he breathed, shaking his head and letting his eyes fall shut as he listened to her. "you... you are going to love this baby more than anything. i have no doubt about it." he hated himself even more when she clung to him, if only for the knowledge that he was going to have to unravel from the femme when he didn't want to. "i love you," he whispered, feeling a sickening sensation building in his stomach. "but i can't stay." even as he held her tighter, rubbing her back and knowing he was the lowest of low.

IVY: ivys vision blurred from the tears, and she was not letting go of this boy. She knew that when gunner got something in his head it was hard to change, she had her luck sometimes but with something this big she knew she couldn’t and ivy knew that. She knew that his mind was set about being a father and it broke her heart. The girl knew that he was leaving as much as she tried to not admit it. Ivy pulling him closer to her even though it wasn’t possible. “No no don’t do that” she said. It was so hard for her to listen to what he was saying and how he was acting. It was like two different things. “I can’t do this on my own” she said looking up at him with teared stained cheeks and puffy eyes. “And I love you so much gun”ivy said as she pressed her lips onto his. “Why?” She asked as she sunk back down into his lap

GUNNER: if this were any other argument, ivy would have won him offer within the first signs of tears, the very sight and the knowledge the he was breaking her heart would have suffered whatever argument he was on. this, however, was something he knew he wasn't capable of being. "i'm sorry." he reiterated, the longer he looked at her, the deeper he dug the metaphoric knife into his own heart for the pain he was causing. he couldn't leave her in this state, he was cruel but he couldn't do that. not to ivy. he knew that ivy would figure things out with the baby, with the same stubbornness that he knew he couldn't be a father. his brows pinched together, unable to deny reciprocating her kiss. "i don't... i'm never going to be a good father." and he'd hurt her enough over the course of learning this news, he couldn't keep doing it. the brunet was usually selfish, and he was being partially selfish with the concept that he couldn't father a baby, but hurting vee wasn't something he could keep doing either. and it felt inevitable that this was their ending.

IVY: With each minute that went past the pain only grew stronger, the pain in her chest, her throat tightening from crying, the uncontrollable tears. She stayed silent for a minute she was trying to calm herself down but it wasn’t working. The girl just stayed in the boys lap, she wasn’t planning on moving anytime soon. Ivy just looked at him when he said sorry. She couldn’t tell if he meant it or was just saying it. She opened that he meant it. “You don’t know that. You just think that” she said before going silent again. The tears kept coming and she was exhausted. All of this crying and worrying and everything that had happened the last few weeks, this was her breaking point. The girl was truly broken. All she wanted him to do was tell her that he would give it a go, be there for her and try to be a dad and not just go off what his own parents. Ivy knew that gunner could be an amazing father.

GUNNER: one hand trying to wipe the tears the flowed endlessly from the femme, knowing that he wanted to be able to comfort her with words of staying. he could lie to anyone else, but hurting ivy more with telling her what she wanted to hear when he knew better was impossible. lying to her was impossible. he studied the femme, one hand wrapped around her and the other combating the tears. he couldn't argue with her, she didn't understand the depth of which he believed it to be true. his hand at her back continued to rub, the brunet offering a half sigh. "i'm so sorry." and he knew this moment would be burned into the back of his memories, a searing image of the femme as he broke her heart, feeling the very same break in his chest.

IVY: the girl was not expecting this, not expecting to one find out she was pregnant and two lose the man she loved because of it. She sat in silence when she could feel the boy wiping her tears. She just snuggled more into him as he rubbed her back. She still loved him. She always would. Even him breaking her heart, through all the anger that she knew would come she would still love him. Ivy cried and cried into the boys chest until she was so exhausted that they were no tears left. She just sat in silence still curled up in his lap with her head on his chest.

GUNNER: there were no more words for gunner, the male focusing on rubbing at her back and offering whatever comfort he could. knowing that the comfort was temporary and he was going to leave behind a world of hurt and anger, and unable to fix it. unable to will himself to fix it in the ways he could, for ivy, because of his own hang ups. when her tears were gone, gunner looked at the femme, reveling unrightfully in the last time he would hold her in his arms, on his lap.

IVY: ivy was exhausted, she just stayed where she was in his lap with her eyes closed. knowing that after today she wasn't able to do this anymore. other people would probably be yelling and screaming and kicking the other out but right now she didn't have the energy and they had been fighting for the last few weeks, so couldn't take it anymore. being in his arms was like home to her, one of her favourite places and she was going to stay there until he pried her off him. with one hand around his back and the other with a handful of his shirt ivy slowly ran out of any energy and drifted off to sleep but not before saying, "i love you so much gunner"

GUNNER: gunner didn’t dare move, the brunet let ivy fall asleep even though he could feel his heart sinking at his own following actions. when she was asleep, he waited a few moments, reveling in the moments before he knew he would have to leave. when he finally got up, he carried the femme to her room and tucked her into bed carefully. “i love you ivy. i’m sorry,” he sighed, leaving a faint kiss on her forehead. he left a note, a simple apology an i love you and wishes for the best, some reassuring words even if he was certain the note only made his absence worse.

#↳♡𝒊𝒗𝒚'𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔: 𝒊𝒗𝒚 𝒙 gunner♡#past threads: the break up

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makemeabeliever · 4 years

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He moves slowly, deliberately, giving him time to move away. When he doesn’t, he gingerly sweeps a few of the droplets away with the pad of his thumb before pressing his mouth to Johnny’s jaw, catching the tears that seem to deteriorate and melt away at the warm embrace of his lips.

Daniel and Johnny talk it out. aka, the Daniel Apologizes fic that everybody wants, including an emotionally fucked up Johnny Lawrence. Really proud of this one! Very dialogue heavy,

#cobra kai #lawrusso #johnny lawrence #fanfic

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Whumptober day 6 - The Musketeers

Day 6: No More Fandom/Setting: The Musketeers, pre-series (new recruit!Athos) read on AO3 read on FF.net

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Athos could smell the blood as he pushed into the tiny cell ahead of the other musketeer, a burly brawler named Porthos. It boded poorly for the man they'd been sent to find. Though the careful blankness of his expression never shifted, Athos couldn't help but pause as he took in the sight of the prisoner.

Porthos, in contrast, shoved past him with a cry.

"Aramis! Aramis... God, don' be dead, please don' be dead..."

Athos raised a hand to his mouth and forced himself to remain calm and in control. He'd only worked closely with Aramis once, long enough to know the man as a perpetually cheerful if somewhat roguish lover of life, the constant center of attention, ready with a quip or a fight depending on the situation. Athos had few, if any, friends; he could have seen himself befriending this one. It didn't seem he would have the opportunity now.

"Help me cut 'im down," Porthos snapped, drawing Athos back to the present moment. "We gotta stop the bleeding. Stitch 'im up, maybe. Something."

Biting back his fear that it was too late for Aramis, Athos nevertheless moved in swiftly to help Porthos, supporting Aramis's weight as the taller musketeer drew a dagger to slice through the rope holding Aramis's arms high overhead. Athos moved to set him carefully on the floor, but Porthos scooped him up instead.

"Not in here," Porthos bit out. "Outside. I've got him, just keep our path clear."

Again, Athos bit back any remark. He had the impression that the two were close, and since he himself knew the feeling of finding a beloved brother already dead, he also knew there were no words of comfort to be had. Though they had already dispatched all of the guards, Athos nevertheless drew his sword again and led the way from the dungeons and out of the castle. None of the household staff dared show themselves and the Comte himself had yet to be seen. This, Athos knew, was not good. Soon there would be awkward questions they would have to consider.

After all, Aramis had been meeting with a Spanish spy, and the castle was a mere handful of miles to the border. The identity of a traitor and spy was valuable information. And Aramis, though a musketeer with an obviously loyal heart, had to have a breaking point like any other man.

"Where's his horse?" Porthos grunted once they'd reached the sweeping lawn out back where they had left their mounts. Aramis's had been found wandering on its own, though Athos gave Porthos an incredulous stare. Clearly Aramis wasn't riding anywhere, unless it was in the back of a cart headed for a cemetery. Perhaps Porthos read this on his face, because he snarled, "His horse, damn it! I need his bag! An' we need water, somethin' to wash these cuts out!"

"Porthos..."

"He's alive. I, uh... I ain't ever stitched anyone up before. You?"

Athos regarded the bloody mess of a musketeer that Porthos laid carefully down on the ground. "Once or twice. But-"

"Good. He's got a medical kit he keeps in th' saddlebags, dig that out. I'll get the water."

Athos watched him lumber off. He still had his doubts, but he had to admit, Porthos's ferocious faith that Aramis would still make it out of this urged him to try anyway. Rifling through the spare horse's saddlebags, Athos retrieved a leather pouch which he unrolled to reveal some of the more basic medical instruments. Also in the bag was a swath of bandages and clean rags, which he likewise retrieved. Kneeling over the unconscious musketeer, Athos looked him over helplessly, not sure where to even begin. It looked like mostly cuts and gashes from a blade, deep and nasty, and almost all would require sutures. He saw at least one burn and three broken fingers. Aramis's left shoulder was clearly dislocated.

Getting his doublet off would be a good start, but would jostle the arm too much. Athos regarded the limb, then took Aramis's arm.

"Apologies," he murmured to the unconscious musketeer, before swiftly pulling until he heard the pop of a bone returning to socket.

Aramis's eyes flew open as a garbled cry was ripped from his throat. The musketeer immediately began to thrash back from Athos, arms flailing in an attempt to protect himself. Athos grabbed Aramis's wrists in fear that the musketeer would only cause more damage to himself.

"Aramis," he called. "You're safe. It's me... Athos."

"Aramis?" Porthos had returned, carrying a bucket of water he'd procured, some of which sloshed out over the downed musketeer as Porthos flung himself by his friend's side. "Hey... hey, you're with me, you're alright."

Aramis sank back down, staring up at them through pain-glazed eyes. "Porthos," he whispered.

"Yeah, it's me. We're gonna fix you right up, okay?"

Aramis nodded, then his head drifted back to the side, eyes falling closed. Athos traded a look with Porthos over his still form, but neither spoke. Together, they worked Aramis's doublet off—it would need a myriad of repairs as well, if he survived to wear it again—and surveyed the mess. Athos retrieved the needle and thread from the medic pouch as Porthos started washing the blood away.

"Damn, he's lost a lot of it," Porthos growled. "When I get my hands on that Comte..."

"There isn't time for that," Athos reminded him as he pinched one freshly cleaned gouge together and set the needle to skin in determination. "I can sew these wounds, but we should consider the possibility that Treville needs to be warned."

Porthos stopped what he was doing to stare at him. "Warned about what?"

He really didn't want to be the one to acknowledge the risk, but if Porthos didn't then he would. "What cause would there be to torture him like this if not for the name of the spy he was sent to meet? The Comte must have learned about his mission somehow-"

"An' you think Aramis told him?"

There was a dangerous rumble in Porthos's voice, so Athos offered a deferential shrug. "I'm only saying, no one can be expected to hold out forever, no matter how loyal, and this- Porthos, they spent a lot of time on him."

"I know yer new here," Porthos seethed, jaw clenching. "An' you don't know Aramis like I do. He didn't give 'em anything. Got it?"

Torn between admiration of the loyalty and exasperation at the frank denial, Athos only nodded and went back to sewing Aramis up. He couldn't tell if Aramis was awake or not, breaths shuddering and lids closed, but if he was awake he didn't make a sound. It took what must have been hours, until Athos's hand was starting to cramp from holding the needle, back aching as he stitched as well as he could. Doubtless these would leave visible scars—he had only a rudimentary idea of how to do this, nothing fancy. But at least Aramis wouldn't bleed out from them. This done, Athos splinted the broken fingers together to be looked at when they returned to Paris and simply put a bandage over the burn, as there was no healing ointment on hand.

"What else?" he asked in exhaustion, starting to roll Aramis back onto his side to check for further injury.

The movement jostled the tortured musketeer, who inhaled sharply with a pained cough.

"No more..."

"Aramis," Porthos murmured, sounding pained himself. "I know it hurts, but we gotta make sure there's nothin' open for infection, right?"

Eyes still closed, Aramis nodded. "No more," he repeated, a little stronger.

Athos felt his shoulders grow heavy and he shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said, a rare slip of emotion and regret coloring his tone. "I believe we're almost done and then you can-"

"No... there's no more," Aramis cut him off, opening his eyes with a wince. "You got them all. I c-counted. That's all they ever managed to do."

Athos stared at him. "...That's... all?" he echoed in disbelief. There had been enough blood to drown a village in that cell, yards of thread needed to finish all the stitches, but that was "all" they'd done to him? He saw Porthos barely bite back a smirk, but in this case Athos would be more than happy to have been proven wrong.

"What did they want?" the burly musketeer asked his friend now, cupping the back of his neck carefully.

Aramis coughed. "Wanted to know who I was meeting. I don't know how word got out."

Athos traded a look with Porthos. "And...?"

"And nothing. They thought they could convince me to tell them." He snorted. "Amateurs."

Porthos laughed, relief and fondness evident in the gentle squeeze of Aramis's good shoulder. "Good thing we found you, then," he said gleefully. "Before they died of embarrassment."

"Good thing," Aramis agreed. "Was s-starting to get bored." Nevertheless, his eyes were still pained as he gripped both of their arms and didn't try to move. "Thank you."

Athos found himself smiling, not something he often did. These were men he could get used to being around, he decided. "Let's not make a repeat of this though, alright?" he dryly suggested, to be met with a tired chuckle from Aramis.

"No," the musketeer agreed, closing his eyes. "No, no more."

#whumptober2020 #no.6 #no more #the musketeers #fanfiction #BBC musketeers #Aramis whump #Porthos and Athos to the rescue #sorry Aramis #pre-Inseperables #blood #torture happens off screen

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“ Six feet under ”

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Summary: Crowley decides to pay a little visit to his one and only love.

Warnings: angst, character death, sad boi crowley

Notes: English isn't my native language, so sorry for any mistakes this hasn't been proofread either.

This is very out of the blue and maybe a little cliché idk, but i hope some of you enjoy it nonetheless <3

kinda off from the original show plot but try to bare with me uwu

inspired from billie eilish's song 'six feet under'

Help, I lost myself again

But I remember you

Thick heavy grey clouds shrouded above the cemetery as if it read Crowley's mood. It was the same heavy weight he felt everyime he decides to pay you a visit. The same weight that seems to get heavier as time ticks by.

It had been a year since you died. A year that seems to be dreadfully longer than the time Crowley stayed above earth.

It was always a reminder for him how different his celestial form is from a human being like you. You always joked around that he had to see you die at some point—with grey hair and wrinkling skin while he didn't age even a bit, yet look where he is now.

He didn't expect it to come too soon, too fast, too sudden and too painful. It made him think what was really God's ineffable plan? He couldn't even ask it himself. Besides it was ineffable after all.

He should've seen this coming though. A demon falling in love with a human? Both of you knew things can't get normal. For one he was an immortal under a lot of circumstances and you on the other hand was—fragile. The moment you saw the bright light when you were brought to this world you were already hanging on a thin thread. Surviving for only a small barrowed time. Crowley always thought it was some kind of inside joke made by God, a very cruel joke.

Small droplets started to fall down from the sky as Crowley stood looking at the flowers he have in his hands.

You would've loved this. He thought to himself kneeling down on the moist grass, not bothered by the uncomfortable feeling of the contact with his jeans before staring at your grave stone.

It still feels unreal for him, seeing your name precisely carved on the stone which made his heart wrenched.

Retrace my lips

Erase your touch

It's all too much for me

But Crowley knew he would rather feel the pain in his chest over and over again rather than forget about you even if he could never be the same when he was with you.

His closest friend Aziraphale felt pity for the demon, but loving someone always has a cost to pay and he could only give much reassurance to his dear friend. Besides, he was somehow at fault considering you died in his shop trying to help him. Crowley didn't blame the angel though, knowingly you wouldn't either, but that didn't stop him from blaming himself and giving the silent treatment to the angel (which Aziraphale understood where he was coming from) for months. You would have opposed to if you knew, knowing their friendship was one of the strongest bonds you had ever seen. Luckily they were good now yet Crowley still needed more time to mourn.

You were always so kind and gentle, one of the traits Crowley loved about you. Good or bad you seem to look surpass every label knowing it was more than just what they perceive. To you Crowley isn't just the demon who had fallen to spread evil, he was your Crowley; your sassy kind hearted loving demon. He never wanted to have such vulnerability, but he let himself otherwise.

Of course he didn't regret any of it. He would need to die first before he ever regrets choosing a path with you in it. Even if he knew the moment you walked in Aziraphale's bookshop clumsily waltzing in his life only to bring this kind of pain he was currently feeling he would never choose of you not being a part of him. If only he could have had more time just one more second to see you smile, to feel your soft touch, to look directly into your loving eyes that made him feel like he was home. It sometimes brought Crowley anxiety with the thought that he didn't deserve what he was feeling with you—the joy, appreciation and love, yet you always said that he did, he did deserve happiness but the tragedy that comes with it had come unforeseen.

Blow away

Like smoke in air

How can you die carelessly?

Why did you have to go inside? Why didn't you just wait for me. You were human afterall. You weren't built to withstand heavy flames and thick smokes. You've always been so reckless for the sake of others. You knew it was dangerous, but you risked your life nonetheless.

Crowley laid the flowers near your headstone before he caressed the letters of your name closing his eyes trying to remember every detail of your face.

"Just for a second. If you're really listening to everyone's prayer then bid mine. Just for a second. Look at me you've foresaken me and let me fall into the pit yet here I am calling out for you." He looked up calling out to somebody, something or someone who was listening to his mantra. "Please!" He choked through the verge of tears. "I love her. I'll always will. If this is my sin then punish me for eternity, but let me see her just for a second." The only response a low rumble of thunder and finally the heavy clouds opened its gates letting the rain freely fall from the heavens camouflaging Crowley's tears.

They're playin' our sound

Layin' us down tonight

And all of these clouds

Crying us back to life

But you're cold as a night

It was no use. You're gone. The pain settled in his chest eating his insides. It was his punishment after all.

Crowley was soaked by the time he was snapped out of his small trance. He fixed the flowers on your grave before putting the individual red rose in the middle remembering how much you loved that red flower then grabbing the old ones to dispose them before standing up and taking one last glance of you until his next visit.

He whispered his promise that he would come back over and over for the rest of his eternity, he had all the time in his hands anyways.

Six feet under

I can't help but wonder

If our grave was watered by the rain

Bloom

Again

Crowley turned around to head over his bentley only to be met by your e/c eyes. He didn't even realized his grip on the flowers loosened as he blinked once, twice, more than enough to make sure he wasn't seeing things while raining and there you were like an epiphany standing on your red dress drenched in rain smiling like an idiot at him. You took deliberate steps closing in the gap between the two of you while you kept your eyes locked on his yellow serpent eyes that you grew to love.

"Y/n," Crowley whispered still trying to figure out how.

"Crowley," You put your hand on his cheeks caressing his wet skin with your thumb. You didn't even understood how, but you were happy. You missed him so much that you didn't say another word and just leaned in connecting your lips with his he didn't respond at first, but slowly he recognized you. It was really you, his beloved y/n. He had so many questions hanging on the back of his head, but he didn't dare to utter any of them. He didn't want to let you go and waste whatever miracle it was that brought you here.

All the muscles in each of your bodies molded into one. You and Crowley were in sync like a melody that you both practiced over and over again. Your hands made its way on the back of his neck tangling your fingers on his wet ginger locks, Crowley's hands gripped you tight yet at the same time gently trying not to break you under his touch. The intensity of yearning and all the other emotions that comes with it all swirled into one.

Out of breath you both parted staring at eachothers eyes. "I love you too." You softly spoke your truth.

Maybe whatever was up there was really listening. Either way Crowley held on you to the very last second of your borrowed time.

"We'll be together again someday." You reassured him while you smiled. Crowley just studied your face and for the first time in a while genuinely smiled and was happy. And it was enough as goodbye for the both of you... for now.

Help, I lost myself again

But I remember you

Kinda long A/N: honestly idk what to feel about this if its good or not in my 19 years of existence i always wrote fanfics imagines and stuffs but usually i usually put it up then delete it later because i dont have any confidence of my work but im trying again. this is my first time posting in tumblr though.i hope this is good, like it gave you feels because it did when i wrote it. please don't kill me that i made crowley straight oof 🥺 sorry for any mistakes again! thank you for taking time on reading this and if you reblog and press the heart thingy thank you so much i will love you forever 💕

#crowley x reader #crowley #anthony j crowley #good omens #david tennant #aziraphale #crowley imagine

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