#*panics in full ask box* I just... I just want to respond to some more first heheh...

[koolades-world]

I’m not really familiar with how to request stuff but I saw your request box was open and I really like your writing especially your head cannons or built point style writing so i thought I’d try to make a request hopefully this makes sense

So could you maybe do one of how the brothers react to an MC is pretty accident prone like will trip/fall or cut themselves on basically nothing, but don’t really feel much pain or doesn’t fully register the severity of the injury so they will just have something like a knife or something crazy just in their arm and will walk into the living room with the brothers and say hi and the brothers immediately start to panic because why does MC have a knife in their arm does mc know they have A KNIFE IN THEIR ARM and they see the brothers are panicking and look to see oh I should probably take care of this *proceeds to go into the bathroom pull out said knife uses rubbing alcohol and puts a bandaid on* they tripped while making something in the kitchen and when they fell the knife was snuggled up to their arm…they were wondering where the knife they just had went the assumed the just got a small cut and the knife went under the fridge or something. I hope this makes sense and isn’t too much

sure!

love how silly this idea is haha

enjoy <3

Accident Prone Mc get an injury and is nonchalant about it

Lucifer

he's going to have an aneurism

will quickly solve the problem and then scold you afterwards

once he hears your side of the story, he lets out a big sigh but accepts it

will have to be in the kitchen with you from now one

Mammon

he's freaking out the most for sure

he may or may not faint at some point in the midst of his panic

if he wakes up and you're dabbing your stab wound with a antiseptic wipe, he's fainting again bestie

if not for you sake, seek help for his sake. his head can't take another bonk on the way down

Levi

when you walk in his room like that, he's in panic mode

he asks you don't get your blood on his things in the nicest way possible

will take you straight to his trusted adult: lucifer

he's accident proofing his room now, just in case

Satan

probably the most equipped to handle you

he will either take you to a professional or help you solve the problem with a specific spell he's had tucked away for an occasion like this

he will talk to you afterwards to get the full story

won't scold you, but will probably keep a closer eye on you haha

Asmo

he's screaming and pulling out the waterworks

if you're confused, just look to where he's pointing with a shaking hand

someone will have to step in and help you out because he's just clinging onto you and crying about how he'll miss you

once it's taken care of, he'll profusely thank whoever it was, and promise to never take you for granted again

Beel

he'll probably tell you about it or ask about it before freaking out

after all, if you know about it or if it's not real (somehow) he doesn't want to be annoying by telling you something you already know

since you say you can handle it, he trusts you

but do not come back with a bandaid over the cut, he'll fix it himself otherwise and you know that bandage is going to be tight

Belphie

he's asleep when you come into the room

he'll have a full blown conversation where you don't even acknowledge it until he opens his eyes a little more and sees the knife

will ask about it casually and you'll respond casually

tells you to do something about that, and you go off to do. probably the most calm interaction out of all the brothers but that does not mean the best handled haha

[marigold-hills]

Dunes & Waters, part 23

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It’s the only reason he’s able to break the eye contact, the surprise of the sudden new light in a room where all light has to be accounted for.

Wepwawet’s lapis-blue eye glints faintly a few times, then goes back to the brilliant dullness of ancient crystals.

“Did you see that?” Remus asks and the words taste like residue of a spell unbroken. That, above all else, is how he knows he didn’t imagine it. He crosses over to the Box, goes to touch the crystal but Sirius grabs his wrist, keeping him from it.

“Don’t touch it.”

“Right. Of course,” Remus withdraws, a bit embarrassed. He should know better than to touch magical objects he knows to be dangerous when they display new behaviour.

“Can you write down what you said? Phonetically, please.”

Sirius, wand at the ready, reads it out. The language sounds like magic in his smooth voice, but nothing happens.

“Must be my pronunciation. Can you do it again? Just be ready to cast a shield on yourself in case anything happens alright?”

Remus speaks again, words sandpaper-sharp on his tongue, bubbling in his throat. I measure your mouth for you. The crystal gleams, like a moon shining from the inside.

Sirius casts a detection charm at it. Lines of gold and purple cross the air between Remus and the Box. Fold in on themselves, double around the space where, close to the full moon, Remus sometimes feels a second heartbeat.

Sirius casts another charm, and a sound resonates in the spaces between the colours, empty like a brass bell being struck by wood. Like the taste of wolf teeth growing in his mouth.

“That’s strange,” Sirius says and Remus thinks fuck.

“What is?”

“It’s reacting to your voice, more so than to the words. Like it was made to respond to you. Sure you’re not some two thousand years old?” Sirius laughs because it’s a joke, because it should be funny, because he doesn’t know.

Remus tries to play along, like isn’t that bizarre, what a mystery, do you believe in reincarnation?

It falls flat because all he can think is fuck.

There’s one reason for this to happen and one reason only. Sirius’ pronunciation is flawless. But Remus is a dual thing, a thing containing multitudes, and it’s that which the Box found when he spoke aloud in the language it was made for.

He’s going to have to tell Sirius.

Or, no. He’s going to have to tell Kingsley they’re done, they are finished, they found nothing. Send Sirius off to England with a clean record and nothing but a memory of two months spent together in dusty library rooms.

He’s going to have to find a new niche to study or to abandon academia all together, follow his dad to the Highlands maybe.

He’s going to have to…

He’s been quiet for too long.

“Remus?” Sirius asks and its with that frown he gets when he thinks about a puzzle or a crossword or the Box.

“I have to go.”

“What?” Shock is too small a word.

“You know how to get back to the hotel. I’ll see you… later. I’ll be back later.”

“Remus, what in Merlin’s name are you doing? We’re finally getting somewhere.”

“Yes. Good job. You’ve,” and he stops here, midst the panic, because it’s so true and he wants Sirius to know this, “you’ve done a really great job.”

“What the hell do you mean I’ve done a great job? We’re not finished!”

Remus doesn’t respond, steps through the ward back into the library and apparates on the spot.

NEXT PART

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mreisse

As a newish cat owner, I have to ask what you do when you travel. Do you have a sitter come in? Leave food and water, they'll be fine? So far I've been lucky, my family takes care of the fluffbutts, but inquiring minds want to know your process

Figured I’d pull this out and reply to it on main :D If it’s only a day or two I generally don’t bother with a sitter -- like if I’m gone Friday night through Sunday afternoon or something like that. Mine are pretty self-sufficient and not super food-driven so in theory I could leave a bowl of food out with a few bowls of water and they’d be fine for 3-4 days, but two days is about the longest they can go without having their litterbox cleaned (if you have multiple boxes this is less of an issue but mine really only use one, and they share it, so it gets full fast). So if I’m gone any longer -- like this time, when I left Thursday and returned Monday -- I like to have someone come in daily. Yes, some of it is the litterbox, but also it’s just good to have someone looking to make sure they’re not hurt or sick. 

I used to ask friends to do it and depending on the situation I sometimes still will, but part of it was that I couldn’t find a good sitting agency (or individual sitter) who I felt I could trust, because I’d reach out to them and never hear back, which does not inspire confidence. I finally did find a really good agency, Purr Inc, which only handles cats (a lot of petsitters will only sit for cats if you also have a dog). They’re a local Chicago outfit and they’ve been fantastic every time. They send out reminders to “book care now!” before major travel holidays, they do booking entirely online, and you get an email daily with photographs and a little blurb about how the visit went. When I was delayed getting home because of the blizzard last December, I messaged them in a panic like “I’m stuck because of the Southwest meltdown, please can you send someone out for one more day; I know it’s a busy time and I’m happy to pay extra” and they got back to me within half an hour, got someone out there for the extra day, and didn’t charge extra for it. The daily fee isn’t insignificant, I think for the “standard” visit it’s $28/day, but worth it for the peace of mind, and I just budget for that when I travel. 

I found them just by googling “cat sitter chicago” and going through the various service sites until I found one that would come to my neighborhood, didn’t look shady, and responded to me when I asked for more information. 

[small-river]

Can you write cg!chris finding out you’re a little?

a/n: hello darling, yes I can! This was very fun to write, and I hope it’s what you wanted. I’m getting back into writing so I’m sorry if it seems off. But I love cg!chris, and he loves you so much. So I hope you enjoy! Also Chris is your boyfriend in this and I apologize for that, I will make one soon where he is just your cg.

warnings: crying, anxiety, confession(??), Chris being the best bf ever, fluff overall. (If there’s anymore I missed, please tell me!)

taglist: @littlesakura-anon @blahbel668 (if you want to be added, comment, dm, or ask me :) )

You and Chris have been together for while now, and it was an easy decision that Chris wanted you to move in with him and his brothers, with their approval of course (it took them five seconds to say yes.)

Chris loved you so much, and he made it known in every way possible. From flowers to kissing you all over your face. And even with this knowledge, you still found it difficult to tell him that you regressed. Not that you were embarrassed, but that you didn’t know how he’d respond, and that terrified you.

You both were currently moving boxes from your car that held all your things from your old apartment, and into his your room. You had left the room to grab the last couple boxes as Chris started to unpack for you. He grabbed a box that was labeled clothes, knocking over a smaller box with flower print as he did.

Placing the box down, he bend over to pick the small box up, going to pick up the contents that fell out, yet stopping in his tracks. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw a couple binkies and toys for babies and toddlers. Various other things as well, but he was curious as to why you had all of this anyways.

Coming back in the room with the boxes, you stopped in your tracks as you saw what Chris was holding and what was scattered across the floor. Panic arose in you as you placed the boxes on the bed and stood there, watching him inspect everything. You were frozen, you didn’t know what you could do, or even if there was anything, to make him forget what he saw.

Placing everything back in the box, Chris stood up and held it with furrowed eyebrows. “You don’t have to tell me what this is, but just know you can trust me with anything baby. I won’t be upset, no matter what it is.”

The sincerity in his voice made you choke up and tears full your vision. Taking a deep breath, you quickly sat down on the bed as Chris joined you, his full attention on you. He smiled at you once you met his eyes, you giving him a small one as well, taking his hand in yours to relieve some of the anxiety you felt.

“I- I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while but there was never a good way to say it, nor was there a good time either.” You shakily said as you hurriedly prepared what you’d say. “I age regress.”

Chris took a moment to take in your words, before furrowing his brows and tilting his head in confusion but interest evident on his face.

“I regress to a younger state of mind whenever I feel overwhelmed or stressed. Or whenever something comes up that reminds me of past events. The age varies but, yeah.” You said as you looked up at him at the end, scared of what he’ll say.

Chris nodded, taking the words in again, trying to understand what he could in the moment. He knew about your past and what had happened to you, and that didn’t change his views on you in any way, it just made him love you and want to love you more.

When he finally looked up at you, he smiled and cupped your face in his free hand, bringing his forehead up to rest on yours. “Thank you for sharing this with me and I’m so proud of you.”

“For what?” You said while giggling.

“For being able to tell me and trust me with this very important thing. I know it probably means a lot to you, and helps you in many ways. And I’ll try my best to help you in anyway I can when you are in that space.” He kissed you on your forehead and strokes your cheek with his thumb. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled, jumping into his arms and hugging him with all the strength you had. He laughed as he wrapped his arms around your body, squeezing you and loving you even more in that moment, if that was possible.

You quickly wiped the stray tears that had fallen, getting up and going over to a box. “Let’s get these unpacked yeah?”

“Yeah!” Chris yelled as he started to unbox the one on the bed. “… Can I ask you questions while we unpack?” Chris hesitantly asked.

With a smile, you nodded softly at him, all fear and anxiety leaving your body after seeing how much he cared about you and getting this right.

“Of course, my love.”

[strangersatellites]

i’ve been missing the universe from my first fic lately, so enjoy this snippet (my best comedic work yet) from tip of my tongue, he’s pulling my hair; i’d do what he wants anywhere

“Henderson, please do not get pizza sauce on my carpet!” Steve yells across his house at the man-child balancing boxes reaching higher than his head.

“Geez, Steve, relax, would you?” Dustin chides, “Why are you freaking out anyways? I have never once seen your house this clean.”

Steve spares a moment to feel a bit caught out. “He’s right,” he thinks.

He follows Dustin into the living room carrying a stack of plates. He is met with a sight he has grown all too familiar with over the years of the kids using his home as their designated hang out. Coffee table pulled out to the middle of the floor so there is optimal seating around its perimeter; Lucas, Mike, and Will already seated and bickering about Will’s campaign; Max and El on his couch trying to choose a movie to watch; and more D&D paraphernalia then he even understands or knows what to do with. The only thing currently missing are the rest of the adults of the group, all of whom are en route, hopefully with beer and other substances so that Steve can get through another night of fifteen year olds screaming until three in the morning.

“No seriously dude, you look like you’ve seen a ghost, what the hell are you being so weird for?” Mike asks about the time Steve realizes he’s moved the cups around the table three times.

Moving to stand at the head of the table Steve claps his hands together and places his hands on his hips in what the kids call his “mom pose”, deciding to make an announcement. They had originally planned on just introducing Eddie as a friend, and then getting a read from the kids before they told them anything more. But now that they have seemed to figure out that something is up, Steve is loath to keep the secret from them.

“Oh here we go,” Lucas whines.

Mike groans and Max and El perk up in their seats.

“Watch it Sinclair. Don't make me put you on trash duty.”

Lucas mimes zipping his lips shut.

“Thank you. Okay gang. I don’t usually ask you guys to be on your best behavior because my home is your home and all that shit. But today Robs is bringing over this guy that I have been talking to so I really need you guys to be cool.” Steve pleads with the group, feeling irrationally jittery even though he knows they can tell he’s nervous and would never do anything to actually jeopardize or invalidate his worries.

The girls on the couch both look like this is the best news they have ever heard. Meanwhile, Will, Lucas, and Mike all look shellshocked. Dustin is the only one who maintains some sense of a calm demeanor. Immediately diffusing the shock with an “Okay.. well we’re missing a D20, does anyone have a spare in a backpack or something?”

Steve just laughs as his panic is so quickly relieved with the normalcy of these kids, who all immediately take to looking under the table and under pillows for the missing dice. He takes a second to be grateful they all are so quick to support one another, himself included.

Steve, shaking off his shock, responds, “You know what? I think you guys actually left some here last time you came over to play, let me go grab them.”

“Sweet, thanks mom!” Lucas says to Steve’s retreating form, earning himself a middle finger over the shoulder.

On his way down the hall he hears the doorbell and the sounds of Jonathan, Nancy, and Argyle joining the party and making themselves at home. Steve thinks the most home this house has ever felt is when it is full of these kids and these friends.

Walking into his spare room Steve rifles through the top dresser drawer that has turned into some kind of makeshift lost and found, letting out a victorious “aha!” when he lays his hands on Dustin’s missing D20 and the various other matching D-something’s.

He stops in front of the mirror one last time on his way out to give himself a pep talk before Eddie comes over. It's not that he’s nervous to see him, but the fact that Eddie is essentially meeting his family today, and everyone that's important to him. Logically, he knows there is literally no way they won't like him, but a little bit of fear permanently stays lodged in his chest these days and today it's chosen to take root in this situation.

Making his way back to the rowdy table he drops the dice in Dustin’s hand with a flourish and goes to check his phone to see if the rest of the group are almost here. He is broken out of his task to Dustin’s “What the fuck?”

Turning to see Dustin still standing stock still with the dice in his hand Steve makes to reprimand him for his language before getting cut off with “These are Eddie’s.”

Steve freezes. Approximately a million thoughts and questions start running through his head, the most prominent he asks aloud, “How do you guys know Eddie?”

By now the rest of the party has clued into the situation, Lucas chiming in, “Eddie’s our DM when we play at Hellfire. How do you know Eddie?”

Steve stutters, trying to connect the dots.

“Oh my god,” Dustin screeches, “Eddie said he lost his customs after he was playing with a hookup. Was it you?”

Steve has about three seconds to be offended that Eddie referred to him as a “hookup” and to think that he needs to text Eddie a warning before the doorbell rings.

This time, everyone freezes, Steve sees the moment that the kids all suddenly remember that Steve said Robin was bringing a guy over.

Steve, still in shock, is rooted to his spot while Mike runs to the door, flinging it open to reveal Robin and Eddie. If Steve had his wits about him, he would be most interested in the fact that Eddie looks really fucking good in his worn old Black Sabbath tee and ripped jeans with his hair up, but as it is he is too busy reeling.

Steve watches with bated breath as Eddie’s eyes flit to all of the people in the room and connect the same dots that Steve did only moments ago. Eddie’s eyes finally land on Dustin’s open palm with his apparently custom DM dice and he goes to say “Oh shit! You found-”

“Your dice.” Steve finishes for him.

Again, he sees the moment Eddie remembers what he told the kids happened to his dice.

“My dice... Yeah.” He brings a hand up the scratch at the back of his neck.

All of the kids shake out of their shock at once with shouts and jeers of, “STEVE was the hookup?” and “Oh my god I can’t believe this is happening,” and from the girls, hushed giggles, the remaining adults all putting two and two together themselves.

Robin breaks the panic with, “I feel like I’m missing something here.”

Rather than rehash the entire event in front of the kids, Steve finally launches back into action and grabs Eddie and Robin and drags them into the kitchen.

“Oh my fucking god!” Steve screeches, dragging his hands down his face.

He feels Eddie’s presence behind him and feels one arm snake around his waist and another come to rest where his thigh meets his hip, and warm lips dropping a kiss to his neck.

“Why are you freaking out, baby? This is honestly the best case scenario. I’ve been so nervous all day about meeting your kids, come to find out your kids are my kids,” Eddie speaks lowly into Steve’s ear and honestly? He does have a point. But-

“I think I’m mostly freaked out that they figured it out before I got to tell them. I was fully prepared to make an awkward introduction and wait for you guys to hit it off. I was not prepared for all of them staring at me asking if I was the hookup you left your dice with.” And now that he thinks about it, maybe the world hookup is the part that is bothering him the most.

Robin seems to have finally pieced together the puzzle, “Ohhh, shit. These are the kids that always come to your D&D nights. You know, I honestly should have put this together earlier. Especially after that time you came into work talking about your dice getting you into some super kinky sh-”

“Robs!” Steve cuts her off.

“Sorry!” She squeaks. “This is just all so funny to me. Like how did none of us put together that the obnoxious kids that play at your house are the same obnoxious kids that play at Hellfire?”

Eddie laughs over Steve’s shoulder. “Yeah, I don’t even have an argument for that one. This seems like a massive oversight.” He says rubbing circles into Steve’s hips. “Well, at least we know your kids love your new boyfriend already,” and Steve just rolls his eyes, able to hear the smirk in Eddie's voice, “Nice save, Master.”

Steve shakes off a slack-jawed Eddie and makes to go back to join the kids. “Well, we may as well rejoin the kids and suffer through the impending torment.”

Robin and Eddie cackle behind him as they make their way into the living room.

Upon seeing the kids already in the throes of their game Steve just stands and looks out over the room at all of the people he loves and is once again, so grateful for each and every one of them and their ability to make him feel so effortlessly comfortable even at his most nervous.

He should’ve known better than to think Eddie would ever let him win though. He’s struck from his reverie, when he hears Eddie, in what is undoubtedly his dramatic DM voice, say, “Hey anklebiters! Do you guys need a Dad? I’m trying to un-single your mom!”

[gx-gameon]

Yugi raising Jaden Part 10

First - previous - next

Joey and Jaden and dueled for quite a bit. They were quick rounds. In the beginning Joey had planned to go easy on the kid, but quickly found that Jaden could hold his own quite well. Joey wasn’t going full out but he was putting more effort into his moves than he thought he would.

He had never seen Jaden duel before. Yugi said the kid was good, but this is a little ridiculous. If the kid had cards that matched better and thought his moves out a little more he might be able to give Joey a run for his money.

It didn’t help that Mokuba was cheering Jaden on while booing Joey.

“And now my Flame Swordsman attacks your monster and takes the rest of your life points.” Joey said as he won their duel.

“Booooooo.” Mokuba called. He had seated himself besides their playing mate allowing him to see both the game and the screen showing Yugi and Seto’s vitals.

Joey pointed at Mokuba with far too much energy for this time at night. “Will you stop booing me. I’m just playing the game!”

“Well you could let Jaden win one.” Mokuba shot back. And to be honest Joey could have, he had tried but Jaden always tilted his head and asked why Joey did that whenever he made a purposely bad play. The kid loved to duel even if it meant he lost. But Joey did want the kid to win… when this was all over and Yugi was back, Joey would have to make a deck full of his weaker cards to duel Jaden. Still make it a challenge but something the kid could beat. He was only four after all. He was a great duelist for his age, but he couldn’t keep up with Joey’s real deck.

“It’s okay Mokuba.” Jaden responded in a sleepy voice, reaching up to rub his eye. “I’m having a lot of,” he got cut off by his own yawn, “fun.”

Joey took a look at the adorably sleepy little boy before him and smiled. “Alright buddy I think it’s time for bed.” He had expected acceptance or weak protest.

What he received was wide eye panic as the little boy looked up at him in fear. “Noooo no I can’t go to sleep.” The little boy rapidly shook his head before turning his eyes to the monitor “d-Yugi’s not back yet.” The boy said as he vigilantly watch Yugi’s monitor.

Joey followed the path of the boy’s eyes and found what he was looking at. He blew out a sigh, while he was also anxious for Yugi to return he had promised to take care of Jaden. Letting the kid stay up until Yugi came home or he crashed doesn’t feel like taking care of the boy.

“I know Jay. But you still need to get some sleep. I promise if Yugi comes back while we sleep someone will tell us. Right Mokuba?” Joey tried to reassure the boy it was okay to leave the room, turning to Mokuba for support.

“That’s right. I have all the alerts tied to my phone. I’ll know the exact moment the pods return and I’ll make sure to come get you.” Mokuba tried to reassure the boy as well. He understood where the kid was coming from. He hadn’t slept well in a month.

“No you don’t understand I can’t sleep.” Jaden responded shaking his head. His little hands raising to grip onto his hair. “I can’t sleep.” His little voice trembled out.

Understanding hit Joey as he recalled something Yugi had told him. “Hey Jayden?” He said as he moved the play mat and their cards out from between them and scooted across the distance to the boy. “Does this have anything to do with your nightmares?”

Jaden looked up at him with wide wet eyes and a wobbly lip, before nodding his head. “I can’t sleep.”

“Oh buddy.” Joey said as he opened is arms in incantation. One Jaden quickly took as he climbed into Joey’s lap and wrapping his little arms around the older duelist. Joey wrapped his arms around the kid and held him tight. “It’ll will be alright. Hey you still got that card Yug gave you?”

The little boy in his arms let go for a second to reach into his deck box. He pulled out the Silent Magician and showed it to Joey. “There she is.” Joey smiled at the boy and Jaden returned to snuggling into the duelist. Shifting his body to sit sideways in Joey’s lap. His head resting against Joey’s collar bone and his hands cradling the Silent Magician close. Joey wrapped his arms around the boy holding him close.

“You know that card is close to Yugi. He used it in his final duel against our friend Atem.” Joey explained to the boy in his arms. Jaden tilled his head back to look up at Joey.

“The one they went to see? The one in the afterlife?” Jaden asked looking up at Joey with wide brown eyes.

“That’s the one.” Joey smiled warmly down at the boy. “You know Yug loves you a lot. I know you’re scared but he’s coming back, and you’re not alone. Yug left you one of his best monsters to protect you.” Jaden looked down in the card with understanding. Joey smirked before continuing. “And you’ve got me.” He then started tickling the boys sides drawling out sharp laughter. “Uncle Joey’s here. Nothings going to hurt my littlest buddy. Not while I’m here to protect you.”

Jaden was breathless with laughter. “Uncle Joey stop!” He said as he tried to roll out of Joey’s lap.

Joey froze for a moment. It was the first time Jaden had called him by that title. He had declared himself uncle quite a few times but it was the first time Jaden had acknowledged the title.

It was just long enough for Jaden to escape his grasp, the little boy flopping into the floor in front of the older duelist. He laid there for a second getting the air back into his lungs before starting to crawl away.

Joey’s brain finally kicked back in as he reached forward and snapped the little boy back up into his arms holding him tight. “Oh now I’m never letting you go.” He cried as Jaden squealed and kicked his feet.

“So, who’s going to protect him from ‘Uncle Joey’” Mokuba teased watching the scene. Again his heart panted with longing. It had been him and Seto for so long. They had never had the playful uncle or loving father to run to. He wouldn’t trade Seto for anything, but he wished they had this.

Jaden snapped him out of his thoughts as he reached for him. “Mokuba! Help!” He reached his little hand out reaching for Mokuba as Joey held him tight.

Mokuba smirked. Oh he’d help alright. “I’m coming!” He called dramatically as he moved from a seated position to a crouched position. With a roar he launched himself at the two talking them to the ground. Joey fell back with an oof, Jaden was swished between them.

Mokuba was laughing, Joey and Jaden joining in, until Jaden spoke. “Not like that Moki.” Mokuba froze for a moment. Thats what Seto used to call him. Before Gozaburo came into their lives. Before Seto grew up to take care of both of them. A nickname he had longed for ever since it disappeared.

Mokuba didn’t know how to respond. Joey must have noticed Mokuba’s frozen state as his hand reach up to run through the younger’s hair. Mokuba dragged his eyes to meet Joey’s as the blond just smiled back. “There’s no escape now. You’re trapped between Uncle Joey and Uncle Moki.”

Mokuba could feel tears form but he refused to let them fall. Here he was longing for the family that Jaden had that he missed that he could be, no that he was apart of it. He already had what he wanted. Joey, Yugi, Jaden, and the others. They could be family too. Seto wouldn’t like it, well he wouldn’t like calling Joey family, but they had people to lean on.

“Alright.” Mokuba said as he pushed himself up. “There’s an apartment in the floor below. We can stay there that way we don’t have to be too far.”

“I thought this was a place of business? Why is there an apartment here?” Joey asked as he pulled himself into a seated position. Jaden was still cradled in his arms sleep once again catching up to the boy.

“Sometimes Seto needs to pull weird hours to communicate with our partners in America. Or he wants to be on hand in case of emergencies during a new launch. It’s beneficial to have a place to sleep here at times.” His brother was also a workaholic who needed to be bullied into sleep. It was easier to sell the idea if he could stay close to his projects.

“Sounds good to me. What do you think Jay?” Janey asked looking down at the little boy in his arms only to see that the kid had finally lost his battle with sleep. “I think that’s a yes.” Joey said softly with a warm smile. Then he turned back to Mokuba. “Lead the way.”

Mokuba stood up and moved to help Joey, but the older boy stood up easily while balancing the little one in his arms. He used to carry Serenity when they were young, and Yugi had fallen asleep plenty of times when they hung out. He’s used to having to stand while holding someone precious close to him.

The three made their way to the elevator unaware of the presence reaching out to their youngest.

[crackedpumpkin]

Hiiii, I'm a friend of Coleseyebrows and she mentioned you so I wanted to check you out! Would it be possible to do a Platonic Cole x reader, like lil baby reader gets adopted off the streets kinda thing (kinda cringe of me ngl)? He's just such a father figure it sounded like a cute idea!

a/n: Hello lovely! I adore this ask of yours, and it's my first ever platonic! reader fluffy oneshot thing so tbh it was a challenge to write it;;; It's been a while since I was a baby, so it was lowkey difficult to remember what it was like as...well, a baby :)

However, I really do hope you enjoy it, and feel free to request more if you'd like in the future!!

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“Yeah, but if you do a double kickflip, you’ll get past the level with no worry!” 

Jay frowns, nodding doubtfully as Cole explains the secret to beating the last level of the newly released game they’ve been recently obsessed with. 

“Oh yeah, Kai asked for some noodles from Chen’s,” Cole recalls, turning down the street and walking past an alleyway. He’s about to continue talking about the game, only to pause, a peculiar sound attracting his attention.

He takes a step back, Jay watching in confusion. The earth ninja walks down the alleyway to a barely covered box. Surely he’s just hearing things. There’s no way-

A baby’s gurgle echoes throughout the alleyway, both the ninja freezing at the sound. He and Jay exchange worried glances, reaching down and opening the cardboard box. 

That’s when he first meets you, a newborn baby swaddled in a tattered blanket with warm, e/c eyes staring up into his. His heart instantly melts at the sight, a soft smile spreading across his lips. 

“Cole, we should probably report this to the police,” Jay says, concern laced into his words as he looks around for any sign of the baby’s parents.

“I don’t know, Jay. I mean, a baby? In an alleyway? In a box?” 

“Abandonment 101…” Jay breathes out in disbelief, brows furrowing as he tries to decide what to do next. 

“We can’t exactly just leave them here either,” Cole reasons, picking you up as you giggle happily at his body's warmth to your shivering self. He uses his fingers to tickle your nose, awwing when your small button nose wrinkles into a sneeze.

“Well…There’s always the city’s orphanage….” Jay suggests hesitantly, Cole shrugging in agreement. They make their way there, Cole already doting on you and showering you with tickles and cooing noises that you eagerly respond to.

Jay watches you warily, unsure of how to react when you stare up at him with pure curiosity shining in your eyes. His hesitance disappears, however, as soon as you smile at him, and he lets out a small “aww.”

They soon reached the orphanage but got turned away by the staff there, as all their resources were already used up, and they couldn’t afford to take care of another child. 

“Awww, she’s such a cute baby!” Whispers surround Cole as he walks down the street with you in his arms. His chest is puffed up slightly in pride as you giggle with a small burp, Jay watching with a raised brow.

“You do know we can’t keep her, right?” 

“But the orphanage is full, and Dareth can’t even be trusted to take care of a dog.” Cole points out, rocking you gently. The swaying motion lulls you to sleep, and your eyelids slowly close. He wipes away a tiny sliver of drool that trails down your cheek, chuckling softly.

“But we’re ninjas! We can barely take care of Ninjago, much less a baby!” Jay frets.

“I’m not liking the negativity you’re bringing to this conversation; it’s affecting lil’ Rose here.” Cole huffs, holding you close. 

“Rose?? You can’t name them. It means you’re already attached! We can’t get attached; we’re not old enough to have a baby!” Jay’s hysterical panic draws attention, and the passersby send the ninja odd looks.

Cole shushes him, more worried about waking the baby in his arms. “I’m sure Master Wu can help. He took us in after all.”

“Yeah, when we weren’t babies!”

“It’ll be fine. Besides, I think we’d be great parents.” 

— — — — — — — — 

“Hey, you got my noodles!” Kai jumps off the couch, approaching the two ninjas that flinch. Cole takes a step back. 

“Why’re you two acting so weird?” Kai laughs, reaching out to the swaddle of blankets. However, before he can touch them, Jay swats his hand away with a glare.

“Watch it!” Cole hisses, turning to reveal you sleeping soundly in his arms.

Kai’s jaw drops, eyes filled with astonishment as the smile leaves his lips. 

“That’s not my noodles.”

“Where’s Master Wu?” Cole asks, only for Kai to be interrupted by Nya’s excited gasp. She enters the room with Zane, the both of them walking over.

“Is that a baby??” She squeals quietly, gesturing for Cole to hand you over. He does so reluctantly, eyeing how Nya cradles you in her arms.

“Cole, I thought you went out to buy food, so why have you returned with another lifeform?” Zane asks.

“Long story short, they’ll be staying with us for a while since the orphanage is full,” Jay explains. 

“Is that a baby??”

Kai groans. “Yes, Lloyd, catch up to the conversation already.” 

The green ninja rolls his eyes at Kai’s smirk, walking to where Nya holds you. You’re still asleep, despite all the noise and commotion caused by your presence. He coos, brushing his fingers against your cheek. 

This stirs you, and you wake up to see unfamiliar faces staring down at you. This makes your nose scrunch, and your eyes start to water as fear seizes control. You begin to cry, wailing at the sudden change of surroundings from earlier.

“What do we do??” 

“I read that babies like to be teased, or maybe she’s hungry!” Zane suggests, hands over his ears as he winces.

“Uh, here, baby! Have a potato chip!” Kai grabs an open container of spicy chips, holding one up to you. You accidentally inhale the flavoured dusting, the spice stinging your eyes as you wail louder.

“Babies can’t have that!” Jay smacks the potato chip out of Kai’s hands, the latter glaring at him, offended by the action.

“Cole, hold her!” Nya hands you over to him, and he desperately tries to soothe you by gently rocking you. 

“Shh, you’re safe now, little Rose.” He murmurs, and the familiar scent makes you blink, recognizing him as the one who picked you up. You like his warmth, your cries slowing to a stop as you sniffle with teary eyes.

The ninja all breathe sighs of relief, only to freeze as the door is slammed open by none other than Master Wu.

“What is going on here??”

— — — — — — — — 

“Goodnight, Rose.” Cole watches your eyes close, drifting off to sleep after your tiring day. 

After that day three years ago, Master Wu allowed the ninja to adopt you. It wasn’t official, but he warned his students that caring for a literal child would be their greatest challenge yet.

So far, it was proving true. You start to cry, having woken up from an uncomfortable sensation on your back. Tonight was his turn for night duty with you, the others sleeping soundly in their comfortable beds.

Cole begins to hum absentmindedly, hand gently rocking your crib as your loud cries echo across the Destiny's Bounty. 

It's a while before he realizes your cries have stopped, and he glances down at you. Surprise fills his eyes when he hears your happy coos, relieved you have calmed down.

He looks down at you, smiling softly when he sees your wide, innocent eyes that stare up back at him with intrigue. “Want me to tell you a bedtime story?” 

From the way you tilt your head, it seems that the answer is yes.

“Once upon a time, there lived the First Spinjitsu Master….” He recites the tale Master Wu told them many times, loving how your eyes seem to light up as he speaks. He continues talking, only stopping when he sees your eyelids flutter shut.

“Rest well, Rose.” He whispers, continuing to gently rock the crib.

Sure, it’s hard taking care of a baby. But moments like these? They made it worth it.

— — — — — — — — 

“Not like that, sweetheart. Make sure you hold it upright.” Cole chuckles when you accidentally let go of the wooden ladle, and it bumps against your forehead with a soft bonk. You blink a couple times, eyes wide before they start to fill with tears.

“Uh oh.” Cole senses the incoming tears, picking you up and placing you on the tabletop. He grabs the first aid kit from the side of the fridge, opens it and puts a band-aid over the sore spot. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’ll never get hurt as long as I’m around.”

“Thanks, dad,” You say, rubbing the spot where the spoon had landed harshly. 

You manage a grin, lighting up when you see Aunt Nya walking into the kitchen. She notices you immediately, worry filling her face when she sees the first aid kit on the counter. 

“Cole!” She scolds, gently massaging the area around the band-aid. She summons some water, holding a bubble of it on the spot where it instantly provides relief. “Do you feel better, sweetie?” She asks sympathetically, eyeing your adoptive dad with a slight glare.

He huffs, crossing his arms. “We were just baking cake, they asked!” He protests. 

“It’s true, Auntie Nya. I wanted to do it for your birthday this week.” You glance up at her with a slight pout, and she melts at your expression. 

“You didn’t have to do that, sweetie, but I’d love to try your baking!” You brighten up, smiling widely. After getting a glass of milk, she leaves the kitchen, pressing a quick and affectionate kiss against your forehead.

It’s been 10 years since you were adopted by the ninja, all of them becoming family, with Cole as your primary caretaker. The day you addressed him as ‘Papa’ for the first time brought tears to his eyes, and he was teased about it relentlessly for weeks until you called the rest of the ninjas ‘Papa’ as well. 

Everyone was brought close to tears except for Wu. According to Uncle Kai, you had giggled and called him ‘Granpa.’ 

Grandpa Wu accepted the name without further question.

You hop off the counter, giving your dad a hug. His strong arms pull you close, ruffling your hair as you giggle with a wrinkle of your nose, shoving him off you. “Don’t!!” You laugh, “Uncle Zane braided it for me today.”

“What, you don’t like my artistic hairstyles?” He jokes, and you shudder at the memory of him getting your hair tangled into a giant knot that took hours of detangling. He gives you a noogie as you move away, shifting to start washing the dishes.

“I’m glad you’re our kid.” He murmurs, and your eyes curve into crescents as you smile back sweetly.

“And I’m happy you’re my dad.”

[the-courtsjester]

Greetings Ladys, gentlemen and... things, today I'll be posting my first headcanons but for what you may ask? ...go on ask me... I'll assume you asked

It's for Honkai Star Rail!

Now over time I will indulge in a bit if smut but for more I'll just probably mention characters doing something lewd or shit for one reason or another anyway let's begin!

Honkai Star Rail headcanons 1:

Stelle:

She's a lost puppy god damn, if she gets attached to someone and they wander off from the friend group she will not hesitate to go off with them

Stelle has more then occasionally had to run from law enforcement because she beat someone for bothering her friends too much

She occasionally just doesn't wear a bra and if someone points it out she'd genuinely have to remember what that is

She can and will bring a trashcan into the Astral Exress if no one stops her last time no one stopped her record was twelve in one room

Stelle will spend a good while on figuring out the perfect song to play in the Express for the day... only to just put it back to Take the Journey it's a good song I can't blame her

Stelle has made copys of their wanted posters and put them up in the Express Welt and Dan Heng have learned to not both with them but March can't stop taking the ones of her down only for seven more to appear

Silver Wolf:

As a gamer you'd expect her room to look like a tornado rolled through well you're very wrong! You foolishly foolish fool she's so meticulous in certain games she's had it bleed out into her real life

Wolfie have more then once stolen Blade's crdit card to use on monthly subscriptions ...not like he knows how to use that thing anyway

Sliver Wolf is a brat change my mind doesn't matter the scenario as long as it isn't life threatening if she finds it funny she'll be a brat

While yes she is amazing at multiplayer games she actually prefers single player and party games think, Mario Party, Smash Bros, The Jackbox series stuff like that one time she got Kafka and Blade to join her in Smash Bros and dear lord the look of Confusion on Blade's face

On the daily she will wear something similar to a hazmat suit and take all her limited edition collectibles and clean then meticulously from dusting off boxes to fixing any mistakes it has to make it absolutely perfect

She try's to make a ligament playlist to listen to but it somehow always get infested by video game osts and when asked for good song recommendations she takes a second to not say a video game song unless it's unironically good

Natasha:

Ask her what sleep it she'll take a couple seconds to respond because this woman doesn't sleep yet she tells everyone else to sleep

An entire corner of her room is dedicated to stuffed animals and she'll have a full on ceremony when she plans to gift one of them to one of the kids

She definitely listens to to System Of A Down in the same playlist as Barbie Girl but no one knows ...about Barbie Girl no one except it from her for some reason

Natasha sets up play dates with the kids and herself many times she has played the princess needing rescue and on occasion she'll play the hero or villain if requested to

On accident some of the kids managed to get her grenade launcher and she had a full on panic attack luckily it had no ammo but afterwards she kept it closer by at all times

Natasha in her free time likes to spend it with a cup of coffee and any one of the solitaire versions or any of those old computer games like minesweeper and has become unironically really good at it

Ah well that will do it for now, I'm only doing three for now as they're the three I would say, I know the best but I do feel like Natasha's wasn't as good as it could be I don't know why though, but I may see you all tomorrow with another post

Goodnight my lovely audience!

[whumpinthepot]

Hamster Interactive Story

CYOA

Chapter 7. Vet

Previous - Masterlist

Content: Medical care, implied needle and medical drugs, broken bones, hospital and vet setting, poor vision, panic attack, emeto mention implied, dubious handling, dehumanization, pet trope,  Giant/tiny, female cast, cages, being watched, money stress, selective mutism, 

Pov: Ashley, then switches to Hamster for the poll. 

Poll Winner: Rush Hamster to the emergency vet

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You can’t handle seeing her like this. She’s burning in your hands, and you’re already reaching for your pink jacket. It doesn’t matter if you have to work full time at both your jobs for the next year, she has to go to the vet. 

You can do your makeup in the car. 

You hold her against you, and feel her squirming to try to get more comfortable in your hand. “Shh shh it’s ok, its ok, shh,” you keep shushing her as you swaddle her in a blanket on your lap to keep her safe while driving. 

The vet isn’t busy yet thankfully, and you’re able to get her in before half the day is gone. “We’re going get you allll fixed up Sweet-Pea.” You reassure Hamster in a whisper to the blankets she’s hiding under, and hold it close to you. It’s covering your pyjama bottoms so people can’t notice your lack of tight jeans so easily… 

The doctor working on the floor today is Dr. Reese, and you recognize him from your job. When you unravel the small heap of blanket to reveal Hamster, she visibly cowers under the bright lights, and pulls her hair over herself. This makes Reese chuckle, and he takes over once she’s set onto the examination table. 

Hamster starts crying with that tea kettle whisle to her voice when Reese touches her, but turns her head towards you when she hears your voice. She reaches her tiny chubby hand out for you as if asking to be saved, and your heart breaks all over again. “I’m right here baby girl, don’t worry I won’t leave. This nice man is going to help you.” You want to put your finger down for her, but you have to keep your distance. 

Hamster starts actually screaming once Reese begins prodding at her injury, and it makes you feel sick. You have to leave the room after all, and run to the bathroom to get a hold of yourself, gripping the sink to keep back tears. If you ended up with makeup running down your face, you would be too humiliated to come out, and to your horror, that’s exactly what happens… 

It takes some time to calm down and fix your face, and finally you brave going back into the room to check on your girl. Your eyes are puffy but you hide it well with fresh eyeliner. 

When you see her she’s half awake with a piece of gause taped to her good arm, and a cast being put on the other. She’s just staring off into space with her eyelids drooping, and barely responds to you when you speak. 

Your blood runs cold, and you leave again.

A nurse calls you back in shortly after, and Reese talks to you about the break, what medication to give her, how long the cast should stay on. 

He mentions something off hand, and you’re somewhat caught off guard, “Have you considered having her vision checked? It appeared to me that she was having a difficult time visually focusing on anything past her nose…” 

Thats the sentence that stands out, and your guilt skyrockets at the thought of neglecting her needs. Next thing you know you’re agreeing to an eye exam for the following week, and signing papers that you hardly skim over. 

They hand Hamster back to you in a paper box with holes in it, and inside she’s nested in soft tissues that surround her, with a cast protecting her arm. She’s fully asleep, and not moving. You snap a picture for your blog, and add your GoFundMe link to the description of your post. 

Once she’s back home safely in her cage you leave for work. 

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Credit to @alittlewhump for proof reading <3333 big hearts for you <3

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[miniscule-meow]

Isabell and the Lads: Unfortunate First Meeting (7)

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: Mentions of dehumanization

Master Post

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Zeke takes her out into the living room, holding her exactly how she instructed. It makes her feel things- which is concerning. She should not be feeling any sort of things concerning humans. She certainly shouldn’t be feeling anything positive. She’s experienced first-hand just how dangerous humans can be, and she has gone through too much to let herself re-open those wounds. But knowing that Zeke had stopped, and asked her how she wanted to be held, then he followed her instructions to a tee. Him, who’s so gigantic she should be entirely insignificant to him. She was injured, and right where he wanted her to be with nowhere for her to run, and he paused and attended to her every word. He took care to make sure she was comfortable. He looked at her and he listened to her like there wasn’t any size difference between them at all. She’s felt utterly helpless with humans before, but this was something else altogether. Somehow, this almost made her feel powerful?

Then he sets her down.

From her new perspective on the coffee table, all the bravado she was feeling flees from her. The two humans settle down on the couch, their torsos tower over her like two monolithic walls. She backs up, her back pressing against a candle in the center of the coffee table. The cool glass standing solidly behind her makes her feel less exposed. She slides her back down the wall and takes a seat. Her leg is thankful for the respite after what she just put it through.

“So, you’ve probably already gathered, but we never got the chance to properly introduce ourselves. I’m Marcus. This is Zeke.” Marcus says gesturing to himself and his roommate.

“My name is Ezekiel.” He corrects quietly, though she is certain that Marcus has never once used Zeke’s full name while she’s been here. She wonders which he prefers, because he’s never bothered to correct Marcus before.

“Zeke and I were talking last night about getting some things together to help you feel more comfortable here while you’re staying with us!” Marcus chatters on without missing a beat. They’ve apparently started putting a list together for all the things they’ll need to get for her. She fights to keep her expression neutral while he goes through the shopping list.

He prattles on, but all she can think about is how she's already so far down the slippery slope to becoming a pet to these humans. They have her willingly climbing into their hands, they're putting together a shopping list for supplies. She has to get out of here as fast as possible, before a cardboard box isn't the worst place they decide to put her.

“What do you think about all that?” Marcus's expectant look pulls her back into the present. The humans in front of her are obviously waiting for her to say something. She was too caught up in her own thoughts, she didn’t hear the question. Even if she did, she isn’t certain she would be able to respond. Her throat constricts looking between the two massive beings. Their eyes are focused solely on her, and it’s hard to make her voice cooperate. The weight of their attention is too much to bear. She opens her mouth in an attempt to speak, but the words just won’t come out. Her heart hammers in her chest as the seconds of silence stretch between them.

“Hey, what’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” Marcus leans in closer, his massive form looming over her as he frowns worriedly. The proximity only causes her heartbeat to become more frantic. “You were talking to us before—" Her mind instantly turns to a deeper panic, she’s upsetting them. There will be consequences if she doesn’t start acting the way they expect her to, if she- but Zeke interrupts her thoughts, shooting a hardened glare over at his roommate.

“Marcus, you are literally so rude.” He placing a hand on Marcus's shoulder and pulling him back, out of her space.

“What? She was! I was trying to be encouraging! Like a, you did it before you can do it again kind of thing,” He holds up his hands defensively.  

“As far as I recall, and feel free to correct me if I’m wrong,” he says turning to her, before shifting his focus back to Marcus, “It seemed as though she mostly just spoke when she felt it was absolutely necessary. So, maybe she just doesn’t feel like talking to you right now.” Zeke shrugs, “Which, is absolutely fine by the way,” he adds, looking her way once more. She’s a little taken aback by the blunt observation of her behaviors, but he has her absolutely pegged.

“Well, she talked to you in the other room.” Marcus grumbles, crossing his arms.

“That doesn’t mean she enjoyed the conversation.” Zeke’s brow raises slightly. “We weren’t exactly sharing favorite colors or anything.”

“Mine’s purple, by the way.” Marcus winks down at Isabell.

“Marcus.” Zeke says in a tone that says Marcus is missing the point of what he was trying to say.

“Zeke’s is green.” Marcus grins, just pushing buttons now. Zeke just stares at him, not justifying his antics with any sort of visible reaction as far as Isabell can tell. But Marcus smiles and snickers like he’s just won anyway. She has to admit, it’s amusing watching the two bicker back and forth. Marcus is loud, energetic and unpredictable. Zeke is soft spoken, stoic and steady. They really do seem to be polar opposites.

It's hard to have the casual kind of conversation they want her to have with them, but it’s easier when they aren’t staring right at her. Zeke was exactly on point with his observation of her. She mostly only spoke to them when she felt it was necessary before. Part of her wishes it wasn’t necessary at all.

She doesn't think she'll ever be able to trust a human. But, if she’s going to get back home any time soon, they’ve got to think that she trusts them. Or at least that she’s trying to trust them. That’s going to involve talking to them. So, she’ll just have to swallow her fear the best she can.

“I… I like orange, I-I guess. L-like a golden kind of….” She says quietly, her voice tight with uncertainty, and trailing off when she notices that both of their heads have snapped down to look her way. Her shoulders stiffen as she falls under their complete attention. She looks between the two of them, holding her breath. Marcus’s grin widens, spreading lopsided across his face. He excitedly nudges Zeke, who simply presses his mouth flat and shakes his head in response.

“You’re just encouraging him.” He says with a sigh. She catches a smile ghost his lips as he steals a glance over at Marcus, shaking his head one more.

“I’m sorry that- um. I- I’m sorry that I’m- th-that I’m making this so… s-so… hard.” She shifts nervously, wincing at her own stammering mess. She can’t imagine they’re enjoying listening to her patter on like this, it’s basically unintelligible. She doesn’t dare look up at them lest she loses what little momentum she has. She simply fidgets with her sleeves, focusing on that and not the massive humans staring at her. “It’s just. Um. You’re just… It-it’s- it’s just that you’re just… big,” she squeaks out lamely. “I don’t know.” She adds with a huff. Isabell sits staring down at her feet, trying to pretend they are her size and that she wasn’t just being held in a single hand just moments ago. “It’s ah- i-intense. Um, i-intimidating, maybe? I-I guess? Sorry.”

“You’re fine. I’m sorry we can’t be smaller,” Zeke says empathetically. That was what she told him she wanted when he had asked if there was anything they could do to make her feel better.

“Oh wait!” Marcus exclaims, nearly jumping off of the couch. Isabell flinches back, violently. She presses herself against the candle behind her, no longer thankful that it’s there. Her heart rate spikes as she stares up at him on high alert, waiting for him to pounce. Zeke jolts as well, looking at him warily. “Okay. Okay, okay, okay. I’ll be right- or, actually. Here. You come with me.”

He scoops her up into his hands so suddenly she lets out a small yelp. Memories of her being grabbed flash before her eyes, these types of scenarios have never ended well. That, mixed with the very real pain she feels from her sore body and bruised ribs only cause her more stress. She tumbles awkwardly in his palm, and he pulls her in close to his chest. At the same time, she hears Zeke protesting, scolding Marcus, and telling him to be careful. He responds with a quick apology, but she isn’t sure if it’s directed to her or Zeke.

Marcus holds her much like Zeke did, in an open palm cupped close to his chest. It’s just the method of getting here there was a little… more forward and more panic inducing. He dashes off to another part of the apartment. “Zeke get your laptop!” He calls over his shoulder.

[a-snowpoff]

YOOO congrats on 100 followers!! 🎉

A little doodle as a celebratory gift ^^

Thank you so muuuuch! Omg, it made me so happy to see Pumpkin, hehe. I like to picture your drawing taking place a few moments after the ceiling fan is turned on, hahahaha! So I drew up the moment leading up to it. Froggit is currently stuck in an infinite loop of quantum physics books within pun books.

[sewellove-deactivated9782]

Aston Martin go crash crash — one shot

The MC88 Series Masterlist

mini summary: seeing your teammate crash and their car being sent flying across the track at a million miles an hour is no fun for anyone.. (especially when you may or may not have feelings for said teammate)

word count: 2.5k

tags/warnings: aston martin ¡driver! oc x sebastian vettel, swearing, fluff, description of crash

previous part / next part

They were racing this weekend. They had both qualified well. Well, as good as their shit-box of a car would allow them. 

It was the first lap. Seb was already a few cars ahead of his teammate as they went into the first corner. He could see her in his mirror going around the outside of the Alpha Tauri. They were still side by side as they came to the next corner. Full speed. Neither one of them wanting to break first. 

But Mia did break first. She was on the outside. She had made up some time, putting herself slightly ahead. 

But then it all went wrong. Seb didn’t know why he had taken so much notice of his teammate. He had his own race to concentrate on. But he had been watching. He had seen it all.

“Was that Mia?” came Seb’s voice over the radio. Trying to hide the panic in his voice. He was certain it was. He had seen it in his mirror. The Alpha Tauri car cutting into the side of the other green racing car and sending it flying across the track. He hadn’t seen her hit the barrier, but he knew it wouldn’t have been pretty just by the speed she had been going. He was trying not to panic. Trying not to think about it, but he wasn’t just worrying because she was his teammate, no, no, this was something more. He had never worried when any of his previous teammates had crashed. This was different. 

“Yes, that was Mia, Seb,” came the reply back down the radio from Chris, his race engineer. He pressed his lips together as he kept his eyes on the track in front. 

The race had been yellow-flagged and he swerved the car from left to right to try and keep some warmth in the tires. 

“Is she ok?” Seb finally managed to say, 

“nothing yet,”

“what do you mean nothing yet?” he heard himself snapping at his race engineer. He hadn’t meant to. He was just panicking. It had been too long. Too long for them to not know. 

“Bad crash, Sebastian, bad crash,” came the calm voice of his race engineer back on the channel, 

“ok,” he nodded, “hope she is ok,” he added as he felt his heart thumping in his chest. He didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want to think about her not being ok. “Keep me updated,” he said as the radio channel closed.

She must have passed out because she couldn’t remember. She remembered spinning across the track, across the gravel, but not the impact. She must have blacked out. Her eyes opened moments later. Everything spinning for a moment, and then the barrier being right in front of her and what remained of the front of her car. She could hear her engineer calling her name and asking if she was ok over the radio, but she couldn’t respond. Her body was frozen. 

She could make out the marshal leaning down in front of her. Pushing her visor up as he spoke to her. She just nodded. She knew he was asking if she was ok. 

He gave her a thumbs up. 

“I-i.. i’m fine,” she finally managed to say over the radio. The voice of her race engineer’s voice filling her ears followed by that of her team principals. “Wh-what happened?” she stuttered out, 

“contact with Gasly, corner three,” her engineer said, “are you ok?” he asked again,

“yes,” she nodded, 

“ok, it’s safe to exit the car Mia, P0 if you can, Mia,”

“ok,” she nodded fiddling with controls on the steering wheel, 

“P0, Mia, full switch off procedure if you can, if you are ok,” 

She did. Nothing really hurt at that point. Everything was still a blur. 

“Ok, when you’re ready, Mia, you can get out of the car,” her engineer said, “the marshal is there and so is the medical car.”

She nodded. 

The medic already helping her to remove the head rest from around her shoulders. 

“Any pain to your neck?” the medic asked stopping her from getting out, “does your head hurt?” he asked looking to her waiting for her answer, 

“n-no,” she said with a shake of her head, 

“ok,” he nodded, “do you think you can get out yourself?”

“i’ll try,” she said as she started to lift herself up. Her hands on both side of the car. She could normally do it with ease, but all of her limbs seemed to be asleep. She could feel her arms shaking as she tried to push herself up. Nothing really hurt but her body just didn’t seem to be working. She could move but she had no strength. 

But she finally managed too. The medic helping her out, putting his arm under her as she stood. 

She could hear the crowd let out a cheer. 

“My chest hurts a bit,” she said looking to the medic, 

“probably from the seatbelts,” she nodded as he lead her over to the car. 

She could hear voices over the radio, but she couldn’t quite make it out. She could hear the driver speaking and the medic that had helped her too. She could hear them, but she couldn’t at the same time. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest. Her ears ringing as the track passed by. 

Her teammate still behind the safety car as they waited for the track to be clear. They had been lucky that it had happened in the run off area and the track was clear. 

He still weaved making sure his tyres were warm as he waited. Waited for the news that she was ok. 

He heard his engineers voice crackle over the radio. He listened with bated breath, waiting for those three words. 

“Mia is ok, Seb,” Chris said down the radio, 

“is she ok?” he asked, 

“she’s out of the car and on her way to get checked out,” Chris explained, “she seems to be ok just a bit knocked around,” 

“ok good, hope she is ok.” 

He had finished his race. A respectable 8th place for the car and especially because he had been fighting his thoughts for most of the race. 

When he got back to the garage he had asked where his teammate was. He had been told she had already left the track and that she had been instructed to rest. 

He had nodded and said no more even though his mind was spiralling. 

He couldn’t stop thinking about it. Thinking about her as he did his post-race interviews. As he smiled at the fans. As he talked with his team as he sat through the race debrief with her empty seat beside him.

Time seemed to be going as slowly as humanly possible. 

He just wanted to go check that she was ok. That she was actually ok. 

It was one thing being given the medical all clear and actually being ok. 

So when he was finally able to leave, that’s what he did. He had texted her asking her if she was alright, but he had no reply. He went back to his hotel room arguing with himself about what to do. He wanted to go see her. To make sure she was ok, but that meant going to her hotel room and hoping she would answer. He had debated the decision over and over. It wasn’t like it was the first time, but this was different. He wasn’t going with the intentions he normally had. He was going because he wanted to check on her and not because he wanted to ‘de-stress’ or whatever they were calling it. He also didn’t want her to think that was why he was there either.

If only she would just text him back. 

He gave her a few more minutes. Quite a few to be exact as he had a shower and did everything else he normally did after a race as he waited for her to reply. 

She never did. 

He knew he shouldn’t have been this worried about his teammate. He had never been this troubled by any previous crashes from teammates before. But this wasn't different. He couldn’t explain why he was feeling this way. Why she consumed so much of his thoughts that day. Why his whole world seemed to almost stop as he waited on the end of his radio to be told she was ok. Why she was the only thing his mind would think about. But who was he trying to kid. He had feelings for her, but he would never admit that. Not to her and not to himself. He wasn’t allowed to have feelings for her. It was forbidden on every single level, yet he did. 

He had finally decided that he would go check on her. Even is she just answered the door and said she was ok. That would be enough. That would be enough for him to just see her face that she was alright. 

He knew where her room was. It was just down the corridor. 

He had been there a few nights before for completely different reasons. 

The walk down the corridor felt like it went on forever. Checking over his shoulder every ten steps or so to make sure no one was there. The hotel was full of F1 people and Aston Martin team members that he didn’t need seeing him. 

Then he finally reached her room. 

Room 440 

He brought his hand to the door letting his knuckle tap gently on the door. 

Hopefully she had heard. Hopefully she wasn't asleep. Hopefully she wasn’t ignoring him. 

He knew it hadn’t been long, but every second that past felt like a whole eternity. 

“Hey,” he said as the door opened, 

“hi,” she said looking to him a little surprised that he was there. She didn’t say anything more as she let him into her room, shutting the door behind him. She wasn’t sure why he was here or what he wanted, but she knew they couldn’t have that conversation in the hallway. 

She looked to him waiting for him to say something. For him to explain why he was there.

He just looked right back at her. 

Looking to her eyes and trying to read her. 

She just looked tired. 

She was wearing a pair of jogging bottoms and a vest top. He could see the bruises that had started to appear on her chest. Probably from the seatbelt upon impact. He had had a few throughout his time. He knew they hurt like hell. Made it hard to move at times, hard to breathe too. 

“Does it hurt?” he asked noting towards the marks, 

“a little,” she shrugged, “hurt to breathe earlier,” she added as she held his gaze, 

“are you ok?” he asked nudging a step closer to her his eyes never leaving hers as he waited for her to respond. 

She just shrugged her shoulders again. Glancing away from him. Holding her breath because she was sure he would hear how shaky it was otherwise. She blinked her eyes shut, trying to stop the tears from welling up. She had been fine all this time. She had been so strong ever since it had happened. Not allowing herself to show any weakness. The press didn’t need anymore reasons to criticise her this year. She hadn’t broken once. Not once. She had done what felt like thousands of interviews after the crash, all asking her the same thing. Yes, she was fine, just a little bit bruised. But it was more than that. It had scared her. She had crashed before. She had had worse crashes before, but this one had really shaken her. She had no control. She had blacked out. She couldn’t even remember it, and that terrified her. 

She hadn’t broken once, but as soon as he had asked her how she was, she had crumbled. She didn’t want to. She never ever wanted to fall apart in front of him, but for some reason she had and it was ok. Maybe because she knew he would piece her back together. One little piece at a time. She could be vulnerable with him. Something she hadn’t been allowed in far too many years. 

“Oh, Mia,” he frowned pulling her into him. Wrapping his arms around her as she laced hers around his waist, burying her face into him. 

She couldn’t help it. She just fell apart. Her whole body finally letting go.

He could hear her gently start to sob. He could feel the tears start to build against his skin. He just rubbed her back. One hand was placed to the back of her head, fully enveloping her into his embrace. Holding her as close as physically possible. So tightly, he was sure it was probably hurting her chest.

But she didn’t let go. 

She still held onto him as if he was the last person on earth. 

She still clung to him so tightly never ever wanting to let go. 

She didn’t know how it had ended up like this. A few months ago they had just been teammates, but now she was crying in his arms. Completely trusting him in that moment. Letting herself being completely vulnerable. Trusting that he would just hold her letting her cry. 

They had been friends for years. They had known each other for even more, ever since she had joined the Red Bull junior programme all those years ago. But how they had gone from just friends to this in less than a season, she did not know. 

It had been a mistake. She knew it was. How she had been so stupid as to let it happen, she did not know. How they had both let it happen, all of it. 

It was one thing just sleeping with you teammate, it was a whole other thing to fall for them. 

She stood back from him for a second, her hands still grasping onto the bottom of his t-shirt. Shaking her head at herself. “I’m sorry,” she said with a sob, letting go as she moved to wipe her cheeks, “sorry,” she said again shaking her head as she looked away from him. 

Ashamed of herself for letting herself fall apart in front of him. 

“It’s okay,” he said trying to reassure her as he tried to take her hand in his, “Mia, it’s okay.” 

She still didn’t look to him. 

So he took her cheeks in his hands making her look at him. 

Looking at her as she looked back at him. 

Brushing her cheeks with his thumbs. 

He didn’t know what to say so he just kissed her. 

Bringing his lips to hers. Stopping her tears from falling. Halting time for a moment. He didn’t want her to cry, it made him want to cry. But at that moment in time he knew that was what she needed. That the emotions had climbed so high that they needed to come crashing down and in that moment she needed him. 

“It’s okay,” he said again resting his forehead against hers. 

“Seb, i don’t want to-“ she said cutting herself of, 

“I know,” he nodded. 

That wasn’t why he was there. 

“Do you want me to hold you?” he asked. 

She just nodded. 

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CONGRATS ON 300 - 400+ FOLLOWERS LIN!! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU AND YOU DESERVE IT!!

can I request love quote no. 11 “I promise I will marry you when we’re older!” with kalim?

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Kalim Al Asim

“I promise I will marry you when we’re older!”

Marriage between commoners and one’s of higher class was normalized far long ago. Kalim couldn’t imagine what I’d be like if it was illegal in his time.

Before he began attending Night Raven, he spent a small portion of his time sneaking out and wandering the streets and roads he’s never seen before.

He kept his identity a secret, though not really on purpose. No one asked, so no one ever found out. He became friendly with lots of people.

When he first laid his eyes on you, he felt a pinge in his chest. He’s never been so interested in another person.

“Hey there! Whatcha doin’?” He asked while leaning in. You were clearly startled but Kalim couldn’t exactly take the hint.

“I’m cleaning the road.” You responded while carrying a bag of trash behind you. Kalim opened his mouth and smiled.

“Let me help you then!”

He assisted you in cleaning up all the litter. He greatly admired you for it. You went out of your way to clean the environment. You knew it mostly went in vain because people dropped more garbage than you were able to pick up. But you still continue regardless.

All that time you two spent cleaning up created a strange relationship between you. You two didn’t know a thing about each other, but talked like best friends.

Kalim began sneaking out everyday at any opportunity he could get. The whole palace flew into a panic when they discovered he was missing.

“I think I’ll be heading back now. You should head back before it’s too dark. It’s dangerous.” You advised as if you didn’t say the same thing yesterday.

“I actually don’t know much about you. Where do you live?”

“You can’t just ask that to people, Kalim.”

Kalim brushed up beside with a smile, “But we’ve known each for so long!”

You fought a smile and shrugged. “I suppose so. Follow me.”

He wasn’t exactly surprised when you led him to a very unstable building. There was quite a bit of climbing in order to get to your sorry excuse for a home. (Kalim’s words not mine).

“This is where I live. Judging by your clothes, you’re well off enough you don’t have to live like this.” You sat down on some cushions laid out. Kalim noted the small box of gold coins next to you.

“That’s all you’ve got?” He asked, without bad intentions.

“God, you must be a little rich boy if you scoff at that!! I’ve been saving as long as I could remember.” You crossed your arms as he took a seat next to you.

“This place is pretty bad— not to be rude.” He quickly added.

“Yeah, I’m aware. I’d be too much of a hassle to move. I already know a few spots where it’s better but I have a lot of stuff.” You pointed at the corner full of living essentials. “Sometimes I do wish I could live in one of those nice houses. And have family…”

“This is just unfair!” Kalim exclaimed, interrupting your monologue. “I promise I will marry you when we’re older! I’ll give you a nice house and we’ll be family!” He grabbed your hands and squeezed them between his.

“Aren’t we a bit too old to be making childish promises like that? Besides, I don’t want to marry you, Kalim!” You stuck your tongue out at him.

“Eh? Why?!”

“You’re not my type.”

“What’s your type then?”

“Not you.”

There was supposed to be a huge march in the name of the eldest prince or something. You had heard from the people on the streets. You never really concerned yourself with whatever was going on for the royal family or whatever. You didn’t even know the name of the oldest prince.

You knew that today was no day to clean the streets. You assumed Kalim wasn’t going to show up because of the event. You had heard how generous the prince was, maybe he’d be throwing riches out on the street for people to grab?

No way you’d miss that.

The ground began shaking and you could hear voices in the distance. They sang chants of the prince. You couldn’t understand a thing they were saying because of the other loud noises like the ground shaking or the shouting of people in the streets.

So many elephants came through, and more animals you’ve never even seen ran down the road. You saw a figure at the top of one elephant. He sat regally on top, looking down at everyone.

Envious, you looked up at him and immediately the two of you locked eyes.

“Kalim?!” You yelled loud enough he was able to hear.

He leaned over the edge a bit and waved with a smile. You looked around at everyone else who paid no mind to it. “Hey, [Name]!”

Just what the hell was going on?

After the parade, you were left in complete confusion. Your ears hurt from the music. You couldn’t find the sweet sound of silence until hours later.

You rolled on your side in frustration.

Kalim was going to be the future sultan and you didn’t even know. You spoke to him like he was any random guy on the street.

Did he really mean it when he said he wanted to marry me?

Thinking back to his words, you closed your eyes and squeezed your pillow.

You didn’t see Kalim for the next few days. The street vendors took notice of your state of anxiousness and wasted no time teasing you.

It almost made you mad how fast he just up and left. The last thing he said was hi and then this happened. You knew that it wasn’t by choice but you were mad either way.

It was getting late. Maybe you’d better get back before it was pitch black. You tossed the trash in a nearby dumpster and walked out of the alley while dusting off your hands.

“[Name]!” A hyper voice called from the distance. You tensed up and high tailed it in the opposite direction of the noise.

“Hell no!”

You knew exactly who it was but there’s no way you’d let him just stroll up to you like nothing.

You had eventually began to slow and you crumbled to the floor in exhaustion. Kalim was equally tired but stayed standing up somehow.

“Why did you run away?!” He asked while shaking you back and forth.

“Because I didn’t want to talk to you!”

He cried out in disbelief and shook you even more while shouting out more cries.

“I wanted to tell you something really important!” He grabbed your cheeks and forced you to look him in the eyes. “You see, I’m going to a boarding school soon. So I won’t be able to see you anymore.”

You felt something inside of you crumble as you let his words sink in. It must’ve shown in your face since he panicked.

“Ah! But I can still visit and stuff!” He waved his hands around in the air as you stared with sad eyes. You didn’t respond though.

Eventually, he stood up and said his goodbyes. He turned around and made a quick pace to get back to the palace.

“Wait.” You managed to stand up. Your legs were shaking but you called out to him. Kalim turned his head and gave you his full attention. “Were you joking when you said you’d marry me…?” You tearfully said.

You couldn’t read Kalim’s expression. Was he surprised or confused? He walked towards you and yanked your hand so you two were closer together.

His lips brushed against yours for a short moment. “I mean it. I promise I will marry you in the future!”

Note: Only for you Mikki <3 I love writing Kalim sm

[bumbleklee]

Ooooo different anon with baby fever here lmao, could I get some hcs on how Diluc, Zhongli, and Albedo would respond to their partner getting pregnant unexpectedly/before marriage? Bonus points if you could include how they would respond to negative or judgemental comments from people they know. Thank you for what you do! 💕

the way im internally screaming because i finally hit some parenting hcs in my ask box o(>ω<)o everything is sfw but im still going to put it under a cut because i know not everyone vibes with the baby stuff

before reading: unexpected pregnancy, mentions of abotions, ppl being mean, written as reader being afab with they/them pronouns

diluc

thinks you’re joking at first

how could you be pregnant? you guys were always so safe

except for that one night where you both had a little too much to drink and were being a little careless

since you’re in a state of panic about the news, diluc takes it upon himself to be the one to figure out what to do

he decides that it’s your decision and no matter what you chose, he’ll accept

“How could we let this happen?” Diluc mutters, staring at the ceiling a few nights after you told him the news. The only sound in the room is a tree branch lightly tapping against your bedroom window. “We’re so young.” 

You lay down next to him and search for his hand, “Do you think this was a sign?” 

Diluc raises an eyebrow, “A sign?”

“Yeah, like, maybe from your dad or Barbatos? I mean, we’ve talked about starting a family before,” You continue. You fully intended to marry Diluc and one day, start a family with him. Maybe this really was a sign from above that you needed to start your journey a little sooner than expected. 

Diluc hums a response before turning his head towards you. “I think you’d make a great parent,” He says softly. He leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead. “We should talk about this in the morning.” 

You nod in agreement and turn your body so Diluc could wrap his arms around you and spoon you from behind. His hands usually sit on your hips or waist but tonight they laid idly on your stomach. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies and by the way Diluc traced shapes along your skin, he must have felt them too. 

zhongli

was absolutely shocked when you told him you were pregnant because he didn’t think he had the ability to get anyone pregnant as an archon

but since he gave away his gnosis, he must have also given away his sterilization

after processing this, he was fairly excited

he knew you loved children and was excited to be able to provide you with one

it was you who was anxious about the news, knowing liyue had strong customs and traditions

“But Zhongli, we aren’t even married!” You cried, waving the pregnancy test wildly in your hand. You didn’t understand how Zhongli was so calm about the whole situation. 

“Are we supposed to be married?” Zhongli tilted his head at you, “If so, then will you-”

“No!” You interrupted him. You ran a hand through your hair and sighed, “I don’t want this baby to be the only reason we get married, Zhongli.” 

Seeming to finally sense your worries, Zhongli pulled you down onto the couch with him. He took your hands in his softly and gazed into your eyes, “Darling, there are no rules on what order things have to happen in. Aren’t you excited to have a child with me?”

You felt a pang in your chest. “Of course I am,” You sighed, “I just don’t want people to talk behind our backs. You know how this city is.” 

Zhongli let out an amused chuckle and you swore you saw his eyes glow golden for a moment, “Y/N, dearest, I created this city. These people would be foolish to do such a silly thing.” 

albedo

he took your unexpected news with open arms

this was his creation and he would foolish to throw you aside for something he caused

besides, klee was getting older and he missed having a little one running around while he was trying to work

it was the other knights that didn’t take your news well

Albedo told Jean and Kaeya the news about your pregnancy expecting excitement but was surprised when his counterparts made faces of disappointment. 

“We need your full attention as Chief Alchemist,” Jean said, crossing her arms. She was frowning, “How are you going to do that with a baby?”

“And Y/N is going to need to take a leave of absence,” Kaeya added. “Who is going to fill her spot?” Albedo went to open his mouth but Kaeya continued, “I expected more responsibility from you.”

Albedo felt his heart shatter. Was this really how The Knights, his friends, thought about the situation? Sure, you may have been careless that night but wasn’t life supposed to be about surprises? He could handle a baby and his work, at least he thought he could. 

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience. We’ll get it taken care of as soon as possible.” His head whipped to the side to see you by his side, bowing your head shamefully. He didn’t realize you had even come into the office from the library, too wrapped up in his own thoughts. “Come on, Albedo.”

The walk back to his house was silent. Albedo was still stunned by the words shared by everyone, especially you. He eventually grabbed your hand to stall your walking. 

“What did you mean?” He asked. For a genius, he felt awfully dumb. 

“Albedo, we can’t keep the baby. You saw their reactions.” Your eyes were watery and you couldn’t look at Albedo in the eyes. 

A surge of protection raced through his veins. He grasped your shoulders and you jolted, staring up at his face. “We can leave then,” He said, “There are other options before we resort to that.” 

“Albedo...”

“Please,” He said and you realized you had never heard Albedo talk so informal, so frantic, “We have to try.”

You hesitated before nodding, “Right, okay, we’ll try.” 

a/n: sorry zhongli’s is so short and slightly ooc. i tried to do a different scenario for all three so i hope u like it :,)

[tendousthoughts]

Yo yo yo... god that cringy but anyway! I would like to request something that I saw on another blog. It’s when the s/o has a fight with the boys and after it the boys go to the bedroom or somewhere to be alone but when they come out they see that their s/o is gone. In reality they just went outside for a walk to clear their head but our precious boyos panic that they left them for good.

I hope I explained that well I’m pretty new to requesting and stuff but I really love what you’ve written so far on your blog🥺

HQ Boys Thinking Their S/O Left Them Pt. 1

Character(s) included: Sakusa & Iwaizumi

Warning(s): Foul language (cursing), flinching

Song of the day: Meteor Shower by Cavetown

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A/N: Heyo as you can see I’ve added a new section for people who are my ask box writers in answering too! I got some new rps but if anyone wants to chat! This prompt gave me a lot of space to work with and I’ve decided that it will always probably be a four part series as well or maybe five. I’m extremely sorry about the break I took. If you have any ideas what to call this please tell me lmao. If you have any requests please read my rules first! Sorry for my grammatical and spelling errors. Reblogs, follows, and likes are greatly appreciated!

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Sakusa

It was a one sided fight. As always. He was yelling and you just took it. It was your fault after all. You shouldn’t have touched his shit, but you did. So now you are here. Holding back your pathetic tears. A mouth full of words was pushing through your lips and soon they fell out. “Sometimes I wonder why you’re still with me..” you whisper, no longer able to push back your tears. “I mean I don’t know what you want from me anymore,” You mutter softly.

He sat their stunned for a moment, “Maybe I want to be alone, but fuck your so clingy and nosey.” He muttered softly. He looked up at you, disgust in his eyes. “You know sometimes I wonder what the hell happened to you at birth to make you this fucked up. We’re you dropped or something?” He screamed. His hands now balled up into fist. You’re scared. You’re not going to lie. As he steps forward you flinch and that brings him back to reality. Instead of saying something he backs off and slams the door. You sit there stunned.

“I’m sorry..” you whisper and leave, grabbing most of your stuff. What ever you can grab at that moment which happens to be your phone, keys, wallet, and jacket. You take a deep breath as you slip on your shoes and leave quietly. Locking the door after yourself.

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

Your thoughts were all over the place as you got into your car. Grabbing your phone you turn it off. Not wanting any calls or texts. Expecting none, but that just might hurt you more. You take a deep breath and decide to drive nowhere on a random freeway. You start the car and leave.

Hours passed when Sakusa finally came out of the room, “y/n..?” He whispered softly. Now missing you as he didn’t know what he was doing. He looked around and soon realized some of your stuff was gone, and so were you.

He bit his lip running to his room as he called you. “Pick up.. pick up.. pick up..” he whispered.

Heyo! You’ve happened to miss me! I’m sorryyy but I am probably hanging out with my amazing boyfriend. Please leave a message and I’ll call you back soon! Anyways gotta go. I’m going to get in trouble with my boss if he catches me on my phone.

He bit his lip hearing the voicemail. It’s funny, he had never heard it before. Maybe it was because he never called and it was always you. Or maybe because when he did you picked up immediately. Unknowingly tears start to roll down his face. He fucked up. He knows he fucked up.

He lays down on the bed you guys share and just holds your pillow close. Tears rolling down his cheek. He calls again but waits till he can say something. “Y/n.. I’m sorry.. Please pick up. I’m sorry.” He sniffles as his tears fall. “I didn’t mean any of it.. please..” he whimpered softly as he knew it was no use. He ended the call and just cried for a few hours.

When night came he decided not to eat. He wasn’t feeling good as he tried to call you again. Yet not to his surprise he heard the same voicemail. Tears welled up as he heard your soothing voice. He couldn’t believe he made you so scared that you flinched away from him. “Y/n.. baby.. please.. I’m sorry.. I miss you.. I know I sound stupid and you probably want some space.. b..but please..” he hung up. Throwing his phone as he hugged your pillow closer.

At 11 pm you finally make it back. Hoping he is sleeping as you walk in. But to your surprise you can hear soft cries and whimpers coming from the room you share. You bit your lip softly as you gently put your stuff down. Softly taking a deep breath, you gently knock.

“Ba.. Sakusa..” You bite your lip as a couple seconds later you can hear the sound of someone fall or something and then you’re greeted with a tight hug.

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” he whimpered softly as he just held on to you. “Please don’t go.” Fear was heard clearly in his voice.

You bit your lip. “Baby.. I’m right here.. take a deep breath.. I’m dirty Sakusa you gotta let me go..” you whispered worried how he might react later.

“No..” he whispered softly as he held on tighter. “P..please no..” he was scared.

“Okay okay.. I’ve got you.. no leaving..” you smiled softly as you gently held him. “I’ve got you..” you muttered softly. You gently held him kissing his head. You take off your jacket and make your way to the bed you guys share. Gently sitting down and Sakusa followed.

He hugged on to you immediately as tears flood his eyes. “I’m sorry.. I don’t want you to leave me and stuff.. I didn’t mean any of it..” he whispered softly “I love you so much.” He muttered.

“I love you too baby..” you whispered softly playing with his curly dark hair. “I didn’t mean to worry you okay.. I’m sorry baby..” you mumble softly.

“It’s my fault.. I got angry and I started yelling and.. a..and I wanted to show you how mad I was.. and I started to scream at you and I said that I didn’t want you to be so clingy.. I didn’t mean that. I missed you and when I went to find you I couldn’t.. and it scared me and I know I fucked it. And I know I shouldn’t have done that. When I saw you finch I didn’t know.. I..I just thought about how terrible I was acting and stuff..” he whispered softly. “When I tried to call you.. you didn’t pick up and then I heard your voicemail.. and I don’t know I just..” he was crying into your chest as he held on.

“Shush.. I’ve got you.. I’m sorry baby.. I know.. it was my fault okay? You didn’t mean too. I touched your stuff and I didn’t think about how you would feel.” You whispered softly, kissing his head softly. “I didn’t mean to worry you.. and you know I wouldn’t ever just leave you without saying anything. I won’t do that to you..” you whispered as he closed his eyes and just held on. “I’ve got you and won’t let you go I promise..” you whispered softly while holding him.

“I love you..” he whispered softly as he looked up to you. Tears in his eyes. “I love you so much..” he whispered.

“I love you too darling..” you smile softly. Holding him till he falls asleep. Once he does you close your eyes and fall asleep too.

Iwaizumi

He got jealous easily. Everyone knew that. He was the type to act on his jealousy. Not only that, but he acted upon them in irrotational ways. So when he heard that you were hanging out with a coworker, it wasn't an extreme surprise that he made a huge deal about it. Starting an argument as soon as you get back.

"Just tell me who the fuck he is!" He screamed, his voice echoed in the hallway. You weren’t even inside yet and he was already acting as if he was going to kill someone.

"Can I even just come in?" you look up at him. You’re clearly annoyed which might just make him more upset.

"Oh okay just come inside! Would you like something to drink too?” He said sarcastically.“Oh wait you went and had coffee already with this 'coworker'!" He screamed as you pushed your way through the door.

When you turn to him the door is already shut and he is waiting for an answer. “It’s a coworker I don’t need to repeat myself, and I won’t. I’m not going to not hang out with people because you want me too!” You scream. Here’s the thing. Your so fucking sick and tired of him pushing you around. You used to take his shit but a month or two ago you started to respond. There’s no fucking reason for his shit.

“Ya you know what. Maybe I would be okay with it if it wasn’t taking up our time together!” He screamed and at this point nobody is really understanding what the other is saying.

“Our time? Our time?! How fucking dare you. You’re always at work! I don’t get a word out before you kick me out of our office!” You look at him in annoyance.

“My work is something I can’t just ignore! So I don’t understand why you keep bringing it up! Your fucking coworker can wait can’t they? I mean you knew I was off today! Did the whole fucking date just skim over your head?” He screamed. Now everything sorta just clicks.

“Wait ba-” but before you can finish he had already left the room. A few brief seconds pass by and you are met with the sound of a door slamming. “Fuck..” you muttered softly.

A few minutes go by and you come to the idea that he wants some time alone. You are just coming home, and are already ready to leave. So you slip on your shoes and leave. Locking the door after you head out to go get some for him, full of his favorite snacks and stuff. Knowing full well that wouldn’t fix it but maybe it could make him a bit happier.

When you get to your car you get a pop up from your reminders app. You feel a wave of tears. “Fuck,” you muttered throwing your phone to the next seat over as you start to drive.

It takes about half an hour for him to notice you’re not there anymore. He doesn’t hear your footsteps or anything as he gets up to check. After a moment or two he knows you left for sure. “Fucking shit. Misses our date and then leaves..” he muttered softly as he headed to the shared room.

You arrived getting a few things as you don’t think about anything other than how to make him happy.

After an hour or two more he bit his lip softly now a bit worried if you’re okay. But he doesn’t call waiting an hour before he does so.

Ring…

Ring…

Ring…

Hello! It seems like you have sadly missed me. I can call you back as soon as possible! Just please leave a message! Bye bye!

It takes him a moment before he opts just to hang up. When he does he releases a shaky breath.

An hour later you get back with some stuff gently placing the stuff down as you take off your jacket and shoes.

Iwaizumi hears you scrambling up and running over. A sigh of relief falls as he sees you standing there. “Thank god..” he muttered softly, walking up to you.

You look over unsure what to say as you feel his arms tightly wrap around you. “I’m.. I’m sorry Hajime…” you whispered softly as tears welled up. You hugged him tight as you felt terrible. “I’m sorry…” you whisper again.

“Hey it’s okay.. I know you didn’t mean to.. I just.. I was upset because it feels like sometimes when I do make time for you something happens.. like last time and shit. But when I don’t it always seems like you’re free and I thought we knew we were both open today and I woke up without you there and then I found out you were having coffee with someone and everything just started crashing down you know..?” He whispered softly.

“I know baby.. I know.. I’m sorry.” You whisper as you hear soft cries come from him. “I’ve got you.. okay? I promise next time I will remember.. I know I messed up okay? You didn’t deserve that..” you whispered as he kinda just stays quiet and holds on. “I got you some goodies baby…” you whisper.

“Please don’t leave like that again.. it made me worried..” he whispered now finally telling you. “I thought you left for good..” he muttered softly, holding you “you didn’t respond to my calls either..” he whispered softly.

“I’m sorry baby.. I won’t.. and you know I wouldn’t do that to you.. I love you too much for that okay?” You bit your lip as you listened “I didn’t see them.. I’ll check why later.. okay? I’m sorry,” you whisper and kiss his head holding him close. Soon enough he drags you to your shared bed to cuddle.

“I love you..” he whispered softly, holding on.

“I love you too Hajime,” you smiled softly, kissing him. Soon enough he fell asleep, the stress finally lifted off his shoulders. You were in his arms again. That’s all that mattered.

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I’m Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 6

Batfamily x Batsis Story

Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst Tags!: @itsnottilly @cloudyskylines @starflyer-104 @iwillstaywiththemforever @justine-en @weirdgirlfromtx @notsostraightweeb @candlestudy @willowoo @peterxwade24 @the-atlantic-french-fry @bad-bouquet-of-emotions @vvipgot7be @pure-princess-97 @atomicsoulhumanspy @foreverthefloor @natatawa-ako (I discounted the names of those whose blogs I couldn't tag! Y'all gotta get that figured out on your end!)

Author's Note: And here we are with the long awaited PT. 6 after like...five days of hiatus. FLASHBACK TIME. Enjoy! -Thorne

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The silver doors closed in his face and Wally couldn’t find it in himself to turn around and face the family behind. She wasn’t wrong for being upset and hostile, but something deep down inside naively assumed there would’ve been a teary reunion at the end of the night.

He hung his head and sighed heavily, turning around to pay the piper. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I thought…I thought I could—”

“How could you keep this from us!” Dick interrupted, angrily thrusting the letter towards Bruce. “We could’ve done more to find her! Released some statement about this! Told her earlier that she was wrong!”

Bruce’s face still held that indomitable impassivity as he responded calmly, “Dick, it would’ve caused more problems for us all if we’d released something pertaining to the information on the letter.”

“And making up some bullshit about (Y/N) fucking off to Europe was the betteroption?” Jason retorted, pointing at his father as he accused, “All those letters and pictures she supposedly sent were bullshit too, weren’t they?” He scoffed. “Of course they were. She’s been living here for the last three years.”

Tim, who’d been silent as his brothers delivered their harsh criticisms, murmured, “Bruce has a point guys.”

“Seriously?” Jason replied, eyes wide in shock. “You’re defending this?”

“Putting out the information in the letter would’ve made it seem like Bruce was irresponsible and inattentive to us.”

“But we—”

“Jason, Child Services would’ve conducted investigations into the manor.” Tim leveled him with a serious expression. “They could’ve taken me and Damian if they found things not to their likings.”

Jason went silent in agreement, but his pursed lips told Tim that he didn’t like it, and the rest of them matched the stillness.

Wally collapsed into the seat beside Dick. “I’m sorry, Dick,” he murmured remorsefully. “I thought I could help fix things.”

Dick was silent for a long time, then he sighed and shook his head. “It’s not your fault, Wally. You did the best you could.” He turned his blue eyes onto the speedster. “If anything, it was ours for cornering her.” He rubbed his temples. “I should’ve listened to you the first time when you told me to meet in Central instead of doing…this. She might’ve felt less threatened if we hadn’t ganged up on her.”

Wally looked away, the memory of (Y/N)’s disappearance still fresh in his mind and replaying as if it was still happening.

***

He could count on one hand how many times things had actually unnerved him to his core, and this one by far topped every instance of dread filled panic. And it certainly wasn’t the ecstatic atmosphere of Wayne-Family-Pizza-Fridays that was drilling him so hard—it was the confession that kept slipping onto his tongue, forcing him to swallow it down to avoid ruining everything.

“Wally, you good?”

His eyes darted to Jason’s, who were uncharacteristically concerned, and he gave a tight smile. “Yeah man, just chilling.”

Jason snorted. “You look like you’ve got a stick up your a—your butt,” he finished when Alfred’s glare hit him.

“Sorry, just thinking about some things.” He took a piece of pizza from one of the boxes, handing it to Cass who silently held her plate out, then proceeded to get himself one. “Don’t let me stop the story,” he quipped, and Jason shook his head, but went back into some story about kicking Two-Face’s ass the other night.

Maybe he should tell Dick later? Wouldn’t that be better than telling the whole family? A frown etched onto his face as he chewed, but it all tasted bitter. (Y/N) didn’t want to be found and she seemed pretty adamant about it as well. Maybe she was right? Maybe they did ignore her a lot. Bruce doesn’t exactly have the best track record of keeping up with all his kids, I mean look at Jason. And then everybody else gets sidetracked in their own lives and things just get forgotten along the way. Was she one of those things? Their own sister? No, they couldn’t—

Laughter exploded across the table, Cass pressing her face into Tim’s arm to stifle her giggles, Stephanie cackling at Tim for snorting soda out of his nose, and that just set everyone off again. Dick and Damian pointing at Tim while their faces turned red from laughing so hard, Jason was crying at that point, and surprisingly, Barbara and Bruce had their heads in their hands. The only one not laughing was Wally.

“I know where (Y/N) is.” He blurted and the table went dead quiet as everyone stared at him.

For a full minute, no one said a word.

“What did you just say?” Dick asked and Wally swallowed, looking at him.

“I…I know where (Y/N) is.” He looked at Bruce and that weighted stare made the words fall right out of his mouth. “She’s been living in Central under the alias Melisandre Hale. Has been for the last three years.”

“What,” Dick started, but shook his head like he couldn’t comprehend. “What are you talking about, Wally? (Y/N)’s in Italy.”

Wally shook his head. “No, Dick, she’s not. And she never was. She left three years ago and has been living a completely different life up until now.”

“Until now?” Jason repeated. “What do you mean until now?”

“Dick and the other Titans came to hang out in Central two months ago and Melisan—(Y/N)mentioned herself. Rather curiously I might add.” He shrugged. “Now that I think about it, that was her way of dipping a toe into the water to see the ripples. To see where she was in the grand scheme of things.”

His eyes drifted to Dick’s. “When I showed you her picture you offhandedly commented on how similar they looked to one another and that night—”

“You went to confront her,” Dick finished, eyes flashing, and Wally wasn’t sure if it was from anger or sadness or some other heavy emotion the eldest brother was feeling about his baby sister. “…How’d she react when you did?”

Wally sighed, slouching in the hardwood chair. “Not in the positive, Dick.” He glanced at Bruce. “She doesn’t want to be found. And she certainly doesn’t want to be met by anyone. Especially…especially anyone here.”

“(Y/N)’s our sister,” Tim retorted. “What do you mean she doesn’t want to meet us?” he was already rising from his seat and that seemed to spark every brother to do so.

Wally’s hand shot out, wrapping around Dick’s wrist. “Dick, I’m being serious. Don’t corner her. Let me handle this.”

Dick tried to pull away, but he held tight. “You will handle this. We’ll all handle it together.”

“You don’t understand, Dick. If you want this to play out the way you’re planning, you need to come to Central alone with me.” He gazed at the others. “We need Dick to do this himself and then we can see about bringing her back here.”

Jason scowled. “With all due respect Wally, she’s our sister. Not yours.”

And with that, Dick pulled away firmly and Wally watched as the lot headed for the cave, the young women and Bruce still seated at the dinner table. He groaned and put his head in his hands, knowing this was going to come back to bite him in the ass.

“Wally,” someone said quietly. “Is she okay?”

He looked up, meeting Bruce’s eyes. His mouth opened, ready to lie, but he sighed and shook his head. “No,” he answered honestly. “(Y/N) isn’t the shy girl I remember. Especially when I confronted her. She was…cold and indifferent.” His mouth drew into a taut line and he stared at Bruce. “This isn’t going to end well, isn’t it?”

Bruce wiped his mouth on the napkin in his lap then stood from his seat, pushing in the chair behind him. “No, Wally. No, it’s not.”

***

He shook the memory away and instead of looking at any of the brothers, he looked at Bruce. “So, what do we do now?”

“We go find her and bring her back to Gotham, that’s what we do,” Jason griped, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No,” Bruce said firmly. “If (Y/N) wants to stay here, then we’ll let her.”

“WHAT?!” all three of the boys around him shouted in unison, their eyes practically bulging out of their heads.

He merely looked on. “We’ll wait for her to meet us halfway.”

“And what if she tries to leave again?” Dick questioned angrily and Bruce turned his slate gray eyes to him.

“We’ll know.”

“How?” Tim asked. “If she left the first time, what’s stopping her from leaving again?”

Wally cleared his throat and if he were a lesser man, he would’ve cowered under their withering glares as he admitted, “Actually, I tagged (Y/N) with a bug.”

“You did what?” Jason questioned, brows furrowing.

“I tagged a pocket in her purse with a bug when she wasn’t paying attention earlier in the car.”

“And you’re sure she won’t just throw that purse away? She left the house with money and a suitcase of necessities. A purse doesn’t seem that way.”

Wally snorted and crossed his arms. “(Y/N)’s purse is a Givenchy black bag that she found at a thrift store for thirty dollars. She might be a different person after living on minimum wage, but deep down she’s still a billionaire’s daughter who can’t help but love expensive things.” He grinned rather cockily. “She’s not going to get rid of a two-thousand-dollar purse she found for thirty. Even if she throws away everything else she’s got.”

He shifted his gaze to Bruce. “I think waiting for her is a good option, but you might want to do something more.”

“Like what?” Tim asked.

Wally shrugged. “Write her personal letters. The semester ends in three months and she won’t leave before it does, or she’ll have to pay those classes off.” He stared them down. “You’ve got three months to wear her down into staying on grid before she goes off again.” His eyes hardened. “And you know as well as I that if she goes off…we won’t find her ever again.”