#I’m pretty sure you sent one or two on my other blog???? but either way I do remember every single ask you sent?

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Hey, “gives the immense feeling of home” anon here 🥺 I am also in fact the “you remind me of autumn” anon, which may or may not surprise you 🥺

I’m so happy that my ask was able to lift your spirits, especially since you’ve been in a bit of a funk recently 🥺 And I can’t believe you still think about my autumn ask omg. The fact my words left a lasting impression on you fills me with such joy 🥺

^ this gif is for you 🥺

wrap up in my love 💖💖💖💖

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new mutual spotted 👀 👀

just wanted to say your ocs are so pretty!!! <333 the outfits are so creative and i love how cute they look!!! i used gacha a handful of times and it's pretty difficult to get my thoughts on the app but i feel like you've mastered it omg

do you have any oc lore you wanna share? i would love to read it!!!

Hi there!!! Thank you so much, that means a lot to me. Gacha is very difficult to use sometimes, and I definitely haven’t mastered it, it’s a LOT to get used to, especially GL2. But again, thank you so much, that’s really kind of you <3 you’re amazing!!

WHEN DONT I HAVE OC LORE IS THE QUESTION… I really can’t say it all on a single post nor can I get my thoughts down at this time. The OCS regarding this page though are Promni and Galactic, they’re Omniversal Creators of their omniverse. Most lore I post revolves around them and other creators and the few OCS they interact with. I’m gonna explain every Creator now a little bit!

Firstly, for those who don’t know, a Creator is like a Sona of sorts, one that is made to represent you fully or partly, they often look a bit like you irl or once did. They often run the worlds you make behind the scenes. Despite being partly like you, they are also their own characters and don’t have to act exactly like you if you don’t want them to! I will also be explaining Demi-Creators, which are ocd made into Creators by the real Creators. Pretty sure I made up that term but the idea is often used. I am going to put Promni first AND last, she gets two sections of info as she is the MAIN oc I use on this blog. But I will also be explaining bits more of her lore in other people’s sections.

Promni is first now as it makes the most sense to me to put her first. She’s the first Creator out of everyone. She does not know how she became one. She’s an adult (I would say around 19-26, I have no set age for most of my Creators), but you would swear to the stars she acts like an old lady because she is cranky and tired. She’s had to put with people’s shit for way too long, as the omniversal has been around for over 600 trillion years.

Somewhat is next, I’m doing these in order of when they became Creators. Somewhat was created accidentally by Promni, due to Promni stuffing down her insecurities and everything that made her upset inside. Bottling things up caused her to create another version of herself, that she CANNOT fully get rid of. Somewhat is an awful person. Imagine in your head the most awful traits a person could have. Somewhat either has those or fully supports those traits. As time has gone on she has made Promni’s life freaking miserable, Promni is terrified of her and has only recently gotten rid of her. Her soul was wiped of power and sent to what I call the Nonexistent Void, which I will explain more about later. Somewhat is extremely abusive in almost every way possible. Btw Somewhat is around 27-33 years old.

Galactic was next, she was created accidentally by Promni as well, due to Somewhat wanting her to bottle every positive and happy trait Promni had because it was “unlikable and waste of time”. You cannot fully get rid of Galactic either, just like Somewhat. Both Somewhat and Galactic are extensions/version of Promni, and since Promni cannot fully be killed, neither can they. Galactic was created at first as a six year old, she’s the only Creator that has aged. She represents the inner child of Promni, she’s very sweet and silly. She is now 16 years old, she ages randomly, the more hardship she goes through and the more she matures, the more she ages. I feel so bad for Galactic, she is often ignored by everyone else because everyone is so focused on work and her efforts are either overlooked or everyone hates on them, in one way or another. For a ping turn was banned from the omniverse in most ways, each Creator having their own reasons to do so. I will post about this eventually!

We are moving on to Demi-Creators. First off is Alfred. Oh Alfred. I hate this man. I’ll explain his deeper lore later in time but he’s a demon who was the ruler of his universe before he had HIS ENTIRE MULTIVERSE turned into a black hole for power reasons and so he could reach to full omniverse and control it. Since he is an oc, there’s a version of him for every universe, but he was the worst one of all. The only one to complete the goal he has, which was to explore the depths of the omniverse. This is Somewhat’s best friend, naturally. He makes things worse for everyone and has a habit of stalking Promni which has made her very paranoid. He’s like 45 too. Very weird guy. He has an obsession over his universe’s version of a guy named Prometheus, who’s 20 years younger than him and is forced to work for him, even when he died and he was just fragments of a soul. Gross guy. He was obliterated to nothing but a consciousness because of @kart-ana ‘s OCS say thank you so him :3

Elpis is last. He is made up of every version of himself that was casted to the Nonexistent Void. The Nonexistent Void is a place where souls of immortal characters are sent if someone doesn’t want them to come back to life. So Demi-Creator Elpis is a fusion of all of the versions of him that are dead Whihc is lost of them lol. He is enemies with Alfred, every version of him hates Alfred. He also cannot stand Galactic, finds her too annoying and too silly. He is friends with Promni as has helped her plan to kill Alfred and Somewhat. But he’s not a good guy. He enables Promni’s worst traits and worst habits, believing that is what’s best for her because that’s when she focuses on work and her own omniverse the most( rather than her own mental and physical health. He uses his power to alter her emotions and stress levels so that she acts more professional (something Promni has asked for, but it’s bad for her. She asked him to stop doing this. Ask yourself if you think he did so), even using his own powers to make some sort of drink she takes because it was easier for her to take. He will do anything for his work, to be able to control what he can. He also never shuts the fuck up he’s a yapper in a bad way. He believes that they don’t need anyone to help them and that him and Promni are better off alone and with no help. When that isn’t the best thing at all. He’s too stubborn to change his ways. Deep down he’s really desperate to do what he can to make sure all versions of Alfred are eradicated. There’s so much more I wanna say about Elpis but I can’t spoil too much for @kart-ana and @mynameis---m …

Back to Promni. You can see she’s had a lot to deal with. She killed Somewhat by herself, don’t think Elpis helped her with that part. And she coordinated Alfred dying, Elpis didn’t help with the final preparations he just fucking hid like the coward he is. Anyways back to Promni sorry. She has to do 95 percent of the work at least, and overall has trouble communicating her wants and needs because she believes she’s burdening people with this information. She has nearly no friends because Somewhat would control mostly where she goes and who she talks to, and anyone that does know her outside of Galactic and Elpis don’t know that much about her situation. About the situation? Yeah. About how BAD it was? No. She is stuck in a cycle of not changing and pushing herself to her limits unless someone drags her out of her one way or another, because she can’t trust anyone else to do her job (other than Elpis… she shouldn’t trust him :(.) and believes only she can do this right. As you can see she has a big ego. She admits her faults over and over but doesn’t know how to stop this toxic cycles. On a lighter note, she is married to the creator of @mynameis---m has and they’re so cute together AAAAAAAA!

so yeah those are the main OCS on this blog how do you feel :3 DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY QUESTIONS PLEASEEEE ASK QUESTIONS PLEASE AAAAA

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The Forgotten Nest (Part 4) - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw / Mitchell!OC (Cora)

Word Count: 4.0k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Past Unplanned Teenage Pregnancy; Angst; Absent Father Figures; The 'He Didn't Know About the Pregnancy' Trope; Repeating Trauma Cycles; Crying; Arguing; Verbal Altercation; Named Mitchell Daughter OC (Cora) and Named Mitchell-Bradshaw Son (Nickie)

Summary: Rooster seeks to make amends with Cora. Chaos ensues when Nickie doesn’t listen to his mom.

A.N. There are references to a previous unplanned teenage pregnancy (between two eighteen-year-olds) in this fic. There won't be any flashback scenes to the pregnancy, but the references are still there, so if that makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Epilogue

Master List

The sun was starting to set in the distance as Rooster and the other members of the newly formed Dagger Squad made their way off of the sandy beach and back to the Hard Deck as it opened for the night. They had an early morning the following day and lots of training to make up, but for tonight, they were going to enjoy the moment.

Penny had already left with Maverick, so Rooster didn’t have an opportunity to talk to her about Cora. He could have asked Maverick about Cora, but Rooster was always cautious, even before the whole Academy papers incident, about bringing up his relationship with Cora to Maverick. There was a reason why they hid it from him when they were teenagers.

But who the hell wanted to talk about their ex with their ex’s dad? Definitely not Rooster.

While he looked around the Hard Deck and briefly dwelled on the photo of him and Cora on the piano in the old bar in town, Rooster found himself focusing on Cora yet again. He still hadn’t completely shaken off the last interaction that he had with her outside of the diner.

He wasn’t expecting her to be that angry with him. Not even a fraction of that angry. Disappointed, sure. Unhappy to see him, definitely a possibility. Looking like she was holding back the urge to knock his lights out? He wasn’t expecting that.

And part of him felt like something was off. He hadn’t contacted her since he left, meaning that whatever anger she had for him was approaching on seventeen years now. And Cora wasn’t the type to just hold onto every little thing. She was pissed at him. For some big reason that Rooster had no inkling towards. And his brain was screaming at him to figure out what she was mad at him about.

After all, he was getting along better with Maverick than he had since before the Academy papers incident. Maybe that was a good sign. Or a source of false confidence. Either way, Rooster was determined to settle whatever his relationship with Cora entailed before they shipped out for the uranium facility mission.

“You want another one?” Phoenix asked Rooster, who shook his head in response after a moment.

“No, I think I need to figure some stuff out,” Rooster stated, getting up from his seat.

Bidding goodnight to the remaining Daggers, Rooster paid his tab, and headed out of the bar. Pulling out his keys, he slid into the Bronco. Bradley typed Cora’s address that she sent him years ago into his navigation and started for Cora’s house with a focused expression on his face.

He was going to get to the bottom of this. Whatever this was.  

~~~~~

“Nickie, dinner’s done!” Cora called up the stairs before turning back for the kitchen.

Nickie got up from his desk, leaving his math homework for now, and left his room. Gently trotting down the stairs, Nickie paused at the base of the staircase and noted that there were only two plates set out on the dinner table.

“Gramps isn’t eating with us?”

“He said that he’d probably be home later,” Cora replied, moving to fill up a glass with water. “I’m pretty sure him and Penny are—”

“—Mom!” Nickie interjected, practically going green.

“I was going to say catching up!” Cora defended herself, smacking her son lightly on the arm.

“I feel like I should warn Amelia,” Nickie sighed, pulling out his phone and clicking on Amelia’s name. “No one should have to walk in on their mom in that situation.”

Shaking her head, Cora went about cleaning and setting up the table. Nickie was about to grab his plate when he noticed a car pull off the road in front of the house. And that instantly caused a warning siren to go off in the back of his mind.

The street that the Mitchell family lived on was quiet. There was barely any through traffic besides residents in the area, so Nickie was automatically suspicious. Walking over to the windows with the shades drawn, Nickie stared out the window as Rooster stepped out of the car.

Was that . . . was that the guy from the Hard Deck? What the hell was he doing here?

“Mom,” Nickie called, causing Cora to immediately turn to him.

“What, Nickie?”

“There’s a guy outside,” Nickie stated, causing Cora’s face to immediately draw.

Concerned, she immediately rushed over to Nickie’s side to peek out the window at the invader. But unlike Nickie, she recognized Rooster in an instant. Breathing out sharply, Cora subconsciously reached out and grabbed the back of Nickie’s shirt as if to steady herself. Nickie turned to his mom with greater concern than before.

“Who is he? Do you know him?”

“Nickie,” Cora whispered, her voice shaking a bit. “Just . . .” Glancing between Rooster and Nickie frantically, Cora struggled to find her words. “Just stay here.”

“Who is he, Mom?” Nickie asked, a bit more demanding as Cora stared to walk towards the door.

“He’s . . .” Cora trailed off cautiously.

Slowly and skittishly, Cora turned and looked up at her son. Her son that looked so painfully similar to the man right outside her front door that it killed her just a little every time that she noticed. It killed her when he opened his eyes for the first time and she saw Bradley’s staring back at her. And it killed her now when those same eyes were staring at her with confusion and deep concern.

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. She was supposed to have time to prepare. She was supposed to break the news gently, when Nickie was ready to hear it. When Bradley was ready to hear it. Did she tell Nickie now? Did she tell Bradley now? Did she hide it for just a few more hours or for the rest of her life? Should she call her dad? Ice? Penny? Someone, anyone who could mediate?

Caught up in a momentary panic, Cora flinched when the doorbell echoed around the house. She looked over at the door before slowly returning her gaze to her son. To her baby. The first person that she would do anything to protect.

“Just stay there. I’ll handle it,” Cora promised, trying to put up a brave face for her son.

Turning for the door, however, that brave face quickly fell off and shattered on the floor. Nickie peered curiously after his mom and made sure to move so that he was out of view of the front door. Just because his mom said she had it handled didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to standby and let her face it all on her own.

Cora reached for the door knob and paused for a moment to compose herself, before unlocking and pulling the door open. Bradley looked up from the porch as the door swung open, revealing Cora dressed casually with a clear skittish look in her eye.

“What are you doing here, Bradley?” she asked softly, blocking Rooster’s view into the house. Of Nickie.

“I just . . . I felt bad about our conversation the other day,” Rooster stated, shoving his hands into his pockets and shifting his weight around on his feet. “You were right, I . . . I was just trying to bring myself closure. And I realize that probably doesn’t make a lot of sense to you since I was the one who left in the first place, but . . . I’m sorry, Cora.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Cora replied, shaking her head, already moving to close the door. “It’s fine.”

“Is . . . are you okay?” Bradley questioned, noticing just how distraught Cora looked.

The fire that had been behind her eyes when he ran into her outside of the diner was gone, replaced by a rabbity barely-contained fear. Was . . . was she scared of him? He knew that he didn’t leave on the best of terms, but he never thought that he made her that uncomfortable. That much unlike her usual confident and poised nature.

“Did I . . . I probably should have called first but I didn’t know if your number changed—”

“—No, it hasn’t,” Cora interjected, pursing her lips together. “It’s the same as it’s always been.”

Nickie took a step closer to the door, more than intrigued about the situation now, and more and more concerned about his mom. He swore that he could see her shaking and even though the man at the door—Bradley was his name, apparently—didn’t seem to be an outward threat to her, Nickie was still on edge by his presence.

“About that, I . . . I feel like you’re still mad at me about something and I was trying to think through everything and—”

“—Don’t worry about me, Bradley. I can take care of myself. I’ll be fine,” Cora stated, gripping the doorknob tightly. "And I don’t need a therapy session with you tonight.”

“Can you at least tell me why you’re mad at me?” Rooster asked, causing Cora to grip the door knob just a bit tighter. “I mean, I know that we didn’t leave things anywhere near a good note, but I didn’t realize that I hurt you that much. That deeply.”

“No, you didn’t,” Cora replied quietly, glancing back into her house briefly. “But I can’t—I don’t want to talk about it right now, Bradley. Maybe later.”

“Cora—”

“—Bye, Bradley.”

“Cora, please, wait,” Rooster practically begged her, placing his hand on the door.

And that one little action set off an immediate chain of events that Cora knew were out of her control.  

“She told you to leave,” Nickie snapped from behind the door, causing Bradley and Cora to freeze.

Should he have realized that Cora was probably not home alone? Definitely. There were two cars parked in the driveway, after all. But if Rooster was expecting anyone else to emerge from Cora’s house, it would have been an adult. Or maybe a little kid.

That voice sounded like a teenager to Bradley’s ear.

“No,” Cora whispered to herself, turning back to her son, and trying to keep him hidden from Bradley. “Nickie, I’m fine. Just go back to the kitchen.”

“Nickie?” Rooster repeated, frowning slightly with confusion.

“Mom, who the hell is he?” Nickie demanded, finally stepping into Bradley’s view.

Bradley immediately recognized Nickie as one of the kids at the Hard Deck when he went to try and find Penny. But it wasn’t the kid’s familiarity in that sense that startled him nearly out of his skin. It was what this Nickie kid, who just so happened to apparently share a name with Rooster’s deceased dad that Hangman just brought up yesterday, called Cora, ‘Mom.’

“Mom?” Bradley repeated again, turning to Cora with sheer incredulousness in his eyes.

Glancing between Cora and Nickie quickly, Rooster swore his brain short-circuited. Was it a possibility in his head that Cora had kids of her own? Absolutely. Had part of him expected her to already have kids? Absolutely. But Rooster was expecting them to be babies or young kids.

Not a teenager. Rooster was horrible at guessing kids ages, but this Nickie kid—Cora’s kid—had to be somewhere around . . . sixteen years old.

And the more that Rooster stared at Nickie, the more familiar he got. The brown eyes, the nose, the shape of his chin, the way that his hair curled at the ends. Nickie got the slope of his cheeks from his mom and the darker shade to his hair too, but other than that, Rooster swore that he was staring out of a window into the past.

His past.

“You have a son?” Bradley asked Cora quietly, who seemed to have stopped breathing in that moment.

“You need to go,” Cora told Bradley a second later, trying to salvage some control in the situation.

She moved to shut the door again, but Bradley held firm, feeling like he was on the edge of a mental breakdown. Running through the numbers in his head, Bradley tried to cling to his sanity. He fled the Mitchell house about seventeen years ago, if you rounded up. If Cora was pregnant when he left, the kid would have been sixteen or on the cusp of sixteen now.

And one look at Nickie felt like it was equivalent to a paternity test at this rate.

“How old is he, Cora?” Bradley demanded from Cora, feeling like he was in some fever dream.

“Bradley,” Cora pleaded with him, “please, just go.”

“How old is he, Cora?” Rooster demanded louder than before.  

“I’m sixteen, fuckwad, what’s it to you?” Nickie snapped back, causing Bradley to turn to him.

“Nickie!”

“What, Mom?” Nickie scoffed, walking over to the door. Tilting his chin up to try and match Rooster’s height, since Rooster still had a few inches on him, Nickie glared up at the aviator. “And she told you to leave. So, I suggest you start moving.”

“Nickie, honey, please just—”

“—Is he mine?” Bradley interjected, turning to Cora, who had a deer in headlights look about her. Taking a step out in front of Nickie, Cora gripped the door so hard that her hands were shaking from the sheer force of it. “Is he my son, Cora?”

“Bradley, please—”

“—Who the fuck do you think you are?” Nickie snapped, causing Bradley to turn to him with a softer expression than the one that he reserved for Cora. Nickie scoffed when he noticed Bradley’s expression, shaking his head in disgust. “What? You think you get to just show up after sixteen years and start demanding shit? That’s not how this works!”

“Nickie—”

“—You know that I’m your dad?” Bradley asked Nickie, straightening up again.

“Bradley—”

“—I don’t give a shit who you are,” Nickie growled back at Bradley, causing Bradley to reel back a bit, as if he had been smacked across the face. “All I care about is the fact that you’re upsetting my mom, so get the fuck out of here.”

“Nickie—”

“—I didn’t—why didn’t you tell me, Cora?” Rooster demanded, turning to Cora once again.

However, that was perhaps Rooster’s biggest miscalculation of the night so far. And, really, he should have known better. He was a mama’s boy when he was Nickie’s age, after all.

“Don’t blame her!” Nickie snapped, causing Rooster to turn back to him. “You left! You left her alone with a baby! You didn’t answer her calls! You didn’t answer her letters! You didn’t give a shit about her! She raised me without you and you don’t get to just show up when I’m almost grown up and start demanding shit from her or me! And you’re definitely not going to blame her for your fuck ups!”

Stepping around his frantic mom and standing toe to toe with Rooster, Nickie bit back his own fear and his own resentment in that moment and tapped into the pool of anger that had been simmering in his stomach for what seemed like his entire life. And once the cork was popped, there was no way to put it back again.

“If you have a goddamn handful of respect or love left for her, you’ll turn around and you’ll never look back. You’re not my dad, you’re just some asshole who I share some DNA with. And you’re not going to ruin our lives any more than you already have!”

“You . . .” Bradley trailed off, trying to find his words.

“What part of ‘leave’ don’t you understand!? Go! You’re really good at that whole disappearing act anyways,” Nickie snapped, causing Bradley to noticeably shudder.

While Nickie was yelling at Rooster, Maverick rolled up to the scene. He was returning from Penny’s, assuming that he would arrive at a calm scene of Nickie doing his homework and Cora resting on the couch, watching TV or reading.

He was definitely not expecting to roll up to this shit show.

“Fuck,” Maverick cursed under his breath, sliding off his bike.

Sprinting up the walkway, Maverick grabbed Rooster by the arm and pulled him away from the door. Rooster didn’t fight him, seemingly still in shock about the information that was just thrown at him a thousand miles a minute. With Maverick on the scene, Cora seemed to snap out of her own trance. Yanking Nickie back into the house, Cora shut the door and locked it.  

“Bradley, you need to go,” Maverick stated, leading him away from the door.

“No, I—” Rooster started to say, weak from the emotional whiplash of the evening.

“—You need to go,” Maverick interjected more firmly, causing Rooster to round on him.

Yanking his arm out of Maverick’s hold, Rooster turned to square off against the man who practically raised him as his own. Tears stung Rooster’s eyes as he shot absolute death daggers at Maverick, who seemed prepared to handle the situation. And, after all, he had about sixteen years to prepare for this exact confrontation. Rooster had about six milliseconds.

“You knew, didn’t you?” Bradley hissed at him.

“You need to go, Bradley,” Maverick repeated, not reacting to Bradley’s words.

“You knew and you didn’t tell me!?” Bradley demanded, his voice growing a bit louder and breaking off at the end. He turned for the door again, but Maverick jumped in front of him and grabbed him from knocking on the door again. “I need to talk to her, Mav, I can’t—”

“—You’re not the kid anymore!” Maverick snapped, holding Bradley firmly, shaking him a bit. As if to snap him out of whatever trance he had fallen into in the last few minutes. “You’re not the one that I need to protect here. And you need to go back to base. Now.”

Rooster smacked Maverick’s hands away from himself and took a step back from the stairs. Sniffling, Rooster shook his head and shot Maverick a look that Maverick could only describe as the look of death. And Maverick took it while standing firm on the front stairs, protecting his daughter and his grandson from another confrontation that night.

“Fuck you,” Bradley cursed at Maverick as a tear slipped down his cheek. “Fuck you to hell, Maverick.”

And despite the way that those words dug straight into his heart, Maverick did not change his stance. Rooster glanced back at the house, probably searching for any sign of Nickie or Cora, before turning and stumbling for his car.

Maverick watched Rooster drive away before he slowly closed his eyes and let the weight of the day finally hit him. Rubbing his face slowly, Maverick headed inside, unlocking the door with his keys. Closing the door behind him and locking it once more, Maverick followed the sound of sniffles and choked sobs into the living room where Cora and Nickie were sitting together.

Nickie was resting his head on his mom’s shoulder, his bravado gone and replaced with that childish fear and anxiety that was only natural given the situation. Cora looked like a shell of herself as she held her son close, trying to soothe him while also failing at finding any comfort of her own. Taking a breath to steady himself, Maverick walked over to the couch to comfort his family.

~~~~~

Phoenix, Payback, Bob, and Fanboy were laughing and sitting around the coffee table, playing a game to pass the time when Rooster came stumbling into their shared house. In an instant, Phoenix stood up and stared at Bradley with clear concern. He didn’t look drunk but he looked absolutely out of it.

“Bradshaw, what—”

Rooster didn’t listen to her and instead stumbled straight up to his room. Slamming the door shut, he locked it behind him. Leaning on the door, Bradley slowly slid down the door—or perhaps collapsed was a better term—until he was sitting on the floor. And then he held his head in his hands and sobbed like a little baby. Like he hadn’t since his mom died.

~~~~~

Maverick closed the door to Nickie’s room, since the teenager finally fell asleep, before heading downstairs to check up on Cora. She was still sitting on the couch with a blanket over her legs and her head in her hand, the glass of water that Maverick got her untouched on the coffee table. Silently, Maverick moved to sit next to his daughter.

“How are you holding up?” Maverick asked softly.

“Oh, you know. One of my biggest nightmares just came true and now I’m certain that I’ve fucked up my son for the rest of his life, so I’m doing fan-fucking-tastic, Dad, how about you?” Cora replied, her voice coming out as more of a whimper at the end.

“Cora, you didn’t fuck Nickie up.”

“I didn’t? Did you see him?” Cora stressed, pointing over at the stairs. Holding her head in her hands, Cora let out another pitiful sob. “I failed. I failed him, Dad.”

“No, you did not,” Maverick insisted, grabbing Cora’s shoulder so that she looked up at him. “You did not fail Nickie, Cora. You’re a great mother to him.”

“But what if I could have done something differently? Reacted differently when Bradley showed up? Hell, what if I drove around the US when I found out I was pregnant until I finally tracked Bradley down and told him to his face? Hell, what if I just shoved Nickie into his arms until he gave in?”

"Cora," Maverick began softly.

“I mean, what am I going to do now? Bradley knows and Nickie knows and they both hold such a fucking grudge that I swear it’s genetic and—”

“—Cora, sweetheart, you’re getting ahead of yourself,” Maverick stated, trying to calm his daughter down. “Just breathe. Breathe.”

“What am I going to do?” Cora sobbed, lowering her head again.

Maverick pulled his daughter into a tight hug, letting her latch onto him like she did when she was small and there was a thunderstorm outside. He rested his head on top of her own and just let her cry, trying to absorb her fear and concern with his comforting hug.

Because if there was anyone who failed in this situation, it was Maverick. At least, in his own opinion. He should have been a better father. He should have kept Cora and Bradley apart and actually had a talk with them about safety. He shouldn’t have pulled Bradley’s papers. He should have gone after Bradley when he left the first time.  

If there was anyone to blame for this mess, it was Maverick.

“Don’t worry about Bradley. I’ll try and talk to him,” Maverick stated, causing Cora to pick her head up.

“He hates you,” she pointed out, sniffling a bit. “And with this, I mean . . .”

“That’s for me to worry about. Not you,” Maverick assured Cora, squeezing her shoulder. “And as for Nickie . . .” Maverick trailed off, glancing up the stairs for a moment. Turning back to his daughter, Maverick sighed. “Maybe it’s best that he takes tomorrow off from school. And then the two of you can talk. Or just rest.”

“Yeah,” Cora agreed, nodding along. “That’s a good idea.”

At the thought of her son’s crumbling expression the second that the door slammed shut, Cora let out another whimper and covered her face with her hands. She never wanted Nickie to find out like this. She never wanted Bradley to find out like this. And it all just went up in a big ball of flames in just a matter of seconds right before her eyes.

“It’s going to be okay, Cora. Everything will be alright,” Maverick told his daughter once more, though his confidence didn’t meet his eyes.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Epilogue

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Waitress in Distress

Tommy Miller x fem!waitress!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count- 1.5k

Warnings- fluff, mutual pining, flirting, protective!Tommy, harassment, minor violence, takes place in season 1 episode 1 before the outbreak, 1 kiss

Notes- After Tommy’s comment in episode 1 that he defended a waitress from getting harassed, this immediately popped into my head and I had to write it! So this is what if you were the waitress that he saved there! I’m sure others had the same idea, but this is my version of things! I love show Tommy so much and I’m definitely gonna write more for him but I had to get this out of my system now!

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September 26, 2003

The bar was alive with lights and music and crowds of people enjoying their Friday evening drinks. Sweat lined your brow as you worked as fast as you could to serve your tables and keep everyone happy. Some were in a good mood, smiling at you and thanking you for their drinks. Others seemed to be in a foul mood, and snapped at you more than usual. Even some of your regulars who you usually enjoyed seeing seemed off tonight.

But you shrugged it off, perhaps they just had a bad day. The way some of the men twitched and snatched their beer bottles from you did get to you more though.

“Shit, it’s busy tonight!” you exclaimed to the bartender as you stopped at the bar and poured a fresh pitcher of beer.

“Better than being dead,” he replied back as he shook his mixer, “Tips will be great by the end of the night.”

“Fuckin better be,” you quipped back with a smirk before you turned and headed back to your table. 

Before you took more than two steps though, you smacked right into someone. The pitcher crashed to the floor, but before you slipped too, a strong grip kept you upright. 

“Shit! I’m so sorry!” You gasped as you mumbled a string of apologies to whoever you ran into, but your name in a familiar voice sent a jolt of nerves through you.

“Hey there sweetheart,” he cooed, “You alright?”

“Tommy…” you breathed as your face lit up in a smile, “Yeah I’m fine.”

Although you tried to hide it, all your coworkers could tell you harbored a secret longing for the younger Miller brother. From the first time he and Joel visited the bar, Tommy caught your eye. He was handsome and kind, and his gaze always felt like it lingered on you for a few moments longer than necessary. He never made you feel uncomfortable either, and many nights when he was there until close, he walked you to your car to make sure you were safe.

“Thank you,” you tried to sound smooth as you regained your bearings, “It’s been a while since you’ve been in.” You quickly turned back to the bartender and asked for the barback to clean up while you reluctantly broke free from Tommy’s embrace and poured a fresh pitcher of beer.

“Well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Tommy’s face lit up as he rested a hand on your shoulder, “You look as pretty as a magnolia in May.”

You fought the trembling in your hand from the nerves that shot through your veins, “Always the charmer,” you laughed off the nerves, “Beer?” you offered the other table’s pitcher to him.

“Do I really drink that much?” Tommy joked, “I’ll just take a bottle. You know the kind I like,” he winked at you as you nodded, “Thanks sweetheart.”

You bit your lip as your heart pounded in your chest. Not trusting your voice in front of him, you turned and headed to your table to drop off the pitcher first. Tommy was by far not the only customer to flirt with you, but he was the only one you filtered back with. And he was the only one who made your skin tingle and your heart race. One of these days you would muster up the courage to ask him out, you told yourself. You had the feeling that he was too much of a gentleman to ask you out while you were at work. 

But the blissful state quickly vanished when you arrived at the table with the bitcher that you held onto for way too long, “Sorry for the wait,” you sighed as you set it down in the middle of the table, “We’re slammed tonight.”

At that table sat four men, and they made your skin crawl. You had seen them before, and every time they made you feel like you had to take a shower after you were close to them. Their grins were dark and the look in their eyes told you exactly what they were thinking about you, and you did not like it at all. But, they never tried anything, so you couldn’t do anything about it.

Until tonight.

“Why don’t you make it up to us, huh sweet girl?” one of them reached out and grabbed you before you could walk away, “Damn you smell good,” he stood and leaned in to sniff at the nape of your neck.

“Please let me go,” you tried to sound tough as you pushed him off of you.

He let go, but your freedom was short lived as the other snuck up behind you and grabbed your hips, “Oh come on pretty thing, don’t be like that,” he caged you in from behind as the others surrounded you, “We promise we won’t hurt you.”

“Stop!” you screamed in hopes of getting someone’s attention over the hustle and bustle of the busy bar. Your heart sank when no one seemed to notice your distress, though. 

“It’s a busy night,” one leaned in close enough you could smell his bad breath, “No one can hear over all this noise.”

“Wanna bet?’ a voice called from behind him.

When the man turned around, Tommy punched him right in the face so hard that he fell over, his nose already gushing blood.

Your face relaxed in relief, “Tommy…”

“You asshole!” the other man let you go and lunged for Tommy.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I got you,” Tommy winked at you for a moment before his face twisted into a more serious expression as he kicked the other man hard enough that he fell over as well. The other two leapt up and tried to attack Tommy, but he easily had them on the floor with just a few hits.

Once the threats were down, Tommy ran to you, “Hey,” he murmured your name as he placed his hands on your arms, “You alright?”

You were in a state of shock for a moment that you didn’t register that Tommy said anything to you until he said your name again more urgently, “Yeah,” you breathed as you blinked and looked into his eyes, “I’m fine,” you let go of the breath you didn’t realize you held, “Thank you, Tommy.” This was the second time tonight you thanked him for saving you.

Tommy’s smile lit up his face and it brought those butterflies back into your stomach, “No need to thank me, sweetheart,” he playfully nudged your chin, “Just helping out my favorite waitress in distress.”

“My hero,” you sighed as you laughed softly. It was then that you realized Tommy still held you, and the warmth of his hands brought a comfort that you had only dreamed about until now. As nervous as you were, you decided this was the perfect chance, “Hey Tommy… Why don’t I make it up to you… Tomorrow night?”

“You asking me out, sugar?”

“I am,” your voice was just a whisper as the chatter of the bar seemed to dim away around you and the only thing in focus was Tommy.

“Well shit don’t you know how to make a man feel special?” he felt his face heat up and he was sure you noticed, “But tomorrow sounds wonderful, sweetheart.”

Your face lit up and Tommy swore the whole world stopped for a moment. After months of watching you from afar, waiting for the right time to ask you out, the moment came and you took it before he could. But, he had to admit, other than you being in danger, this was a perfect moment.

But perfect moments don’t last.

From behind, someone grabbed Tommy and yanked him from your grip. He yelled and tried to fight back, thinking it was one of the guys he knocked out, but before he got a swing in, he felt the cold steel of handcuffs on his wrists.

You shouted at the officers, “Wait, it wasn’t him!” you pleaded, “He was deafening me!”

“Sorry ma’am,” he told you in a cold tone, “But he was the one who attacked.”

“That’s bullshit!” both you and Tommy shouted at the same time, overlapping each other. 

“Yeah, yeah,” the officer brushed you off, “Come on, bucko.”

“Tommy!” you shouted at him as he was ripped from your grasp. You lunged forward and grabbed onto his shoulders as you rested your forehead against his for a moment.

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” he comforted you as best he could with his hands bound behind his back, “I’ll make our date tomorrow night. Promise,” Tommy placed a quick kiss on your lips before the officer dragged him out the bar. The entire time, while everyone else starred, his eyes never felt you. And your eyes never left him until he was through the front door.

“Tomorrow…” you echoed as you felt the tingle of his brief kiss on your lips.

Unfortunately, the world had other plans in store… 

[lukabitch]

hi! can i request the Legion members meeting their soulmate for the first time, preferably a gender neutral survivor inside of a trial? hcs or a fic, either one would be great!

Yay I get to write for Susie and Julie! Honestly might be a breath of fresh air on this blog- Thank you so much for the request Anon! :)

Cw: Obsession, soulmates au, pain and violence. Frank and Julie are sadistic meanies.

Sorry for this taking so long.

Frank:

He felt a searing pain the first time he looked at you. That’s how he knew it was you though, his name being branded on your skin was the cherry on top.

He completely ignores you for most of trial until your the last one left.

Is literally lapping up the fear you’re radiating. He could feel the denial that he was in fact your soulmate.

When he confronts you with the truth he watched you nod slowly.

Was taken it back when you agreed to date right then and there. He thought you might want to take things slow.

Maybe it was just to shut him up but he didn’t exactly care why.

He has you now and there’s no going back.

The people that had helped you were now dead and you were face to face with the killer. The sharp and warm pain that was shooting through your chest was hard to ignore. You knew it could only mean one thing but it couldn’t be. “Y/n right?” The voice was rough but not deep. It shook you to your core how could he know your name. He spoke again what he said left you feeling numb. “We’re soulmates babe. That pain we feel can be gone with one thing.” You knew very well what he was talking about. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad? You nod your head to him, agreeing to be with him.

Joey:

The pain in his chest was all he needed to know what was happening.

He was in mid chase with you when the both of you doubled over in pain.

The both of you would just look at each other in astonishment.

He would honestly feel really bad for you given the circumstances. I mean who would want a killer for a boyfriend.

Needless to say you were surprised that he didn’t try and force the relationship.

You wanted to at least test the waters even when the circumstances aren’t desirable.

He was happy when you wanted to try it out and see how things go.

Running wasn’t getting you anywhere but making you tired. The sharp pains shooting through your chest wasn’t exactly helping the situation. An extreme pain is want sent you to the ground curling up into a ball. You thought you were dead but hearing the killer groan in pain made you do a double take. “Oh shit that means.” You voice was quiet but he could hear what you said. “You don’t have to do anything I mean I’d be a pretty bad boyfriend right.” He stuck his hand out for you to take. You smiled and took his hand standing up. “Let’s just take things slow okay Joey?”

Julie:

Julie is a lot more sadistic and patient then Frank. When she found out you were her soulmate she played it slow.

She picks off the team one by one until your the last one left.

Then she has some fun spooking you. She will randomly jump out around corners to scare you.

By the time she wants to confront you about it you’re already so scared.

She’ll have you pinned down and taunts you with the fact you two are ment to be together.

Though she does get bored by the reaction you’re giving.

She eventually does tell you to calm down and that she was playing. Sure that will calm you down right?

Everyone was dead and this fucking killer wouldn’t stop scaring you. At first you thought the pain was just your heart giving out. Very soon would the very harsh reality settle on you. In a single moment you were flat on your back with her on top of you. “Aw come on I thought you would put up more of a fight. I mean you are my soulmate I thought you would be better.” It was a shock that sent you into a break down. She just pats your head in a surprisingly loving way. “Okay I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that. I’ll be a lot more gentle with you sweetie.”

Susie:

When she first felt the pain she thought she was having a heart attack. Then she remembered that she has a soulmate.

She immediately runs over to you and has you under integration.

Asking question after question until she got a satisfactory response. You two are soulmates after all she needs to know everything.

After that she leaves you alone for the rest of the trial waiting for the perfect time to confess about it.

You knew the two of you were soulmates I mean you both feel the pain. She just seemed to ignore that though.

Only one other person escaped leaving you behind with Susie. She made a dramatic confession out of it.

You wanted to give it a try to see if this was right for the both of you.

Freedom was so close you could taste it and if you weren’t born with two left feet maybe you would have made it. You tripped over your own feet which was very embarrassing. Isn’t that so lovely. You felt yourself being lifted up by the back of your shirt. “There you are silly! I’m so glad you haven’t left yet there’s something I need to tell you!” She was surprisingly loud maybe because everyone was dead or left. “We’re soulmates isn’t that crazy? We should date pretty please?” How could you say no to a face like that.

[umichenginabroad]

Blog Post 2: Settling In (Week 2)

Bonjour! This is Andrew, a rising sophomore here at the UofM. As you’ve probably already guessed, either from the start or because you read my other post (thank you if that’s the case), I was fortunate enough to have the opportunity to come to Paris for a one-and-a-half month study abroad experience, and I’m here to tell you all about it. In this post I’ll be talking about the housing and transportation situations in Paris. Also, as a casual will-take-photos-of-anything photographer, I’ll be putting random photos I took that don’t seem to have any relationship with the content in random places in the post, so I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Housing

Sweet. We made it safely to Paris! Now, the fun starts. That being said, the first thing that came to my mind is the worry that I’ll end up living in a dumpster because somehow I messed up my housing application. After making sure that that wasn’t the case, I began looking forward to seeing what was offered in our room. Questions like “would there be a kitchen?” or “would I have to share a bed with my roommate? (Elliot, we’re chill, but maybe not that chill lol)” were the first to pop up, followed by weirder questions like “will we have cockroaches crawling over us in our sleep?” or “what happens if I blow up a socket? (yes I actually almost did)”, as we slowly made our way on an airport cab sent by CEA CAPA to where we would be spending our next month living. 

Random Photo 1: Eiffel Tower

Arriving at my room, I immediately noticed something. “There’s no body wash or shampoo (skull emoji)” But after exploring the room a bit, I noticed that it is actually, surprisingly, equipped with basically everything you’d need to survive if you were to be trapped inside by a zombie apocalypse or something. Some important things that came with the room include the beds, the floor, a toilet, a shower. Ok just joking, duh. The room did come with, along with all the essentials, a fridge with a small freezer, two stoves, a microwave, and plenty of dishes, even wine glasses for those alcohol enthusiasts out there. It definitely wasn’t the most decorated place, but hey. You didn’t come out here to sit in your room watching anime. Good living place, check.

Random Photo 2: Louvre Museum

For my trip specifically, I was assigned to the most basic housing option, with other options such as actual apartments or homestays available for extra charge or accommodation. My apartment was “les Etudines”, and it was about an 8 minute walk away from the nearest metro station, which takes me directly to the stop nearest to the school. There’s also a couple bus stops within 50 meters of the studio, so if a bus goes somewhere you want to go, that’s always an option. And hey, it’s Paris, anywhere is technically walkable. Access to transportation, check.

Random Photo 3: l'Arc de Triomphe

One last thing to mention about housing is probably just what comes with the studio in terms of other facilities. To be brutally honest, there really isn’t anything else, which kinda sucks. There is a “gym” on the first floor, but last time we checked there was like one treadmill and one bike-thingy, and that’s about it. A lot of people chose to pay 18 euros a month to go to this other gym three blocks away, and I think that just about speaks volumes about how bad this one was. There’s also two elevators along with stairs for vertical transportation, but one of them had a bad puke in them for like three days so that was funny. Not representative of the overall condition of the elevators though, they were pretty nice. And then there are the laundry machines. Boy oh boy do these things like money. 4 euros for washing and another 3.5 euros for drying. Holy guacamole. The washer had about half the capacity of those in Michigan dorms, shoutout to those, and you can eat a meal for the money you pay for washing clothes. Yeah my jeans are going on my legs four times before they get washed. But they are there, for those that are concerned about needing to hand wash clothes, which, at this point, is a considerable option for me. Facilities…check? Honestly those aren’t necessities, so I don’t necessarily treat them like a negative to the place, just wanted to mention them so you don’t end up bringing your own dumbbells.

Random Photo 4: Château de Chantilly

Transportation

If you’re anything like me, or maybe 95% of the group of people studying in Paris here with me, you’d be scrambling in search of places to go once those stupid classes (which are the main reason we’re here studying abroad) end. Before talking about that, which I’m probably going to do in another post just because there’s almost too much stuff to go over, I thought it’d be a good idea to talk about how exactly you can get places not on foot. Hopefully walking isn’t something that I need to talk about here. Anyways, for the first week, my friends and I have gone to a lot of places, including La Tour Eiffel, Le Louvre, L’arc de Triomph. and Le Château de Chantilly. Some of these places are closer than others, but most of them are best accessed through metro, bus, or train. These three modes of transportation are going to be what I’ll be talking about just because they’ll take you almost anywhere you need to go.

Random Photo 5: A Random Street

We gotta start things off with the metro system. Obviously this part is specifically for Paris, but I’m sure a lot of it can apply to other places that have metro systems. The metro system in Paris is #amazing. You might pass out the first time you see the metro map, which I’ll link here, but once you get the hang of it, you’ll be zooming across Paris effortlessly. It also helps that almost anywhere you go in Paris, there’s guaranteed to be a metro station at most 10 minutes a walk from where you are. To take the metro, you either have to buy tickets every time (definitely not recommended, especially if you’re going to be studying there for a month and a half), or buy a pass, which can either be weekly or monthly. The passes also vary in price based on what zones you want it to cover. Here I’m just going to steal a whole line from this website because I think it explains it pretty well: There are in total 5 travel zones divided into 16 metro lines (numbered 1 to 14 and 2 lines called 3bis and 7bis), 5 RER- regional train systems (lettered A to E), and tram lines (named T1 to T13). Paris city center covers zone 1 and 2. Disneyland Paris and Charles de Gaulle Airport (CDG) are in zone 5 while Orly Airport and Versailles are in zone 4. (Please don’t report me for plagiarism…) But yeah, that basically covers most of what you should know in terms of how the metro system is operated. One thing to note is that the monthly pass doesn’t start when you start using it, but at the beginning of the month, and weekly passes start every Friday. So don’t go buying a monthly pass on the 30th thinking you’ll be able to use it for 30 days.

Random Photo 6: Man Playing Interesting Instrument

The buses in Paris are also live-savers sometimes. Although I did say that metro stations are almost always right next to you, it’s not always the best plan to walk underground and take the metro for two stops to some other place that is still a 5 minute walk away from where you want to go. The buses in Paris have been, as of now, very reliable and even enjoyable I would say. They are almost always very clean, and there have been bus stops right next to places we commonly go, which makes commuting just so much easier if you’re willing to give it a try. I have had many friends tell me that they have yet to try buses out a week into the program due to the fear of having it take you in the middle of nowhere, and I get where they’re coming from. But I think if the place you’re going has this service and they use THE SAME CARD as the metro, you might as well give it a shot. So for me, buses in Paris are really nice and, as long as you pay attention to where you’re going, I think it’s very likely you’ll be saving some precious time for yourself to do some other random stuff you have planned.

Random Photo 7: A Pretty Building

Next thing I want to talk about are the trains, specifically Eurail/Interrail. I’m literally writing this part of the blog while on a Eurail train, and I’m telling you this thing is very irritating. Eurail or Interrail will be your main method of transportation to faraway places such as Monaco or the UK, and there are so many things that my friends and I got screwed over by. First of all, in order to save some money buying a pass, we had to go on the website and pay what honestly already seems like a ridiculous amount of money (226 Euros for 4 travel days???) for the pass, which, for the 4 day pass, only lasts you a month. Next, we had to book the “actual seats”, which will set you back another 12~36 euros depending on the train. This process was separate from the pass, and required us to pay more money to secure a seat. Also, we couldn’t just be like “oh well I’ll just stand”, you need a ticket. FINALLY, apart from having to print the ticket, we had to download the Eurail Planning App, register/activate your month pass, plan a trip in the app, use a travel day for that day, and obtain a QR code that you are to show to the on-board personnel along with your ticket. Oh also, forgot to mention, you have to do all this before you board, even though you can board with your ticket, which (clears throat aggressively) I believe proves that you went through all the necessary nonsense to legally board. My friend and I only planned our trips on the app after being informed by the personnel (who didn’t speak english), and were charged 50 euros for the “mistake”. The train eventually got us to Nice, which was our destination, but I found the process of proving my eligibility as a passenger so absurdly complicated that I don’t think it was an enjoyable trip at all. 

Random Photo 8: F1 In Monaco!!!!!!!

Apart from Eurail/Interrail, Paris also has train systems called RERs (Réseau Express Régional, or Regional Express Network), which serves to connect Paris and its surrounding suburbs. My friends and I took the RER line D to Le Château de Chantilly, had a blast there, and came back the same way we went there. No hassle, boarding was easy and quick, and as long as you got off at the right place at the right time, you should be good to go and enjoy the rest of your trip. No app required, no extra charge for not registering a trip, nothing. If you couldn’t already tell, I’m going about an unnecessarily rant about something that I should have paid more attention to myself, all while making comparisons between the security measures of international transportation and short-distance train rides. Still, if any of you end up in Europe and want to go from country 1 to country 2 via Eurail, beware. You have been warned. 

Anyways, that about concludes this blog. Thanks to those of you who actually came and read this monstrosity of a post!

Hsien-Cheng Chou (Andrew Chou)

Mechanical Engineering

Engineering in Paris

[goldthroughthefire]

Just My... Blessing?

    Guess what? You get me again for this week and for the second day in a row! Aren't you guys lucky? Or should I say blessed? Either way, I know you guys are ecstatic to read my blog again! And yes, I know I should probably eat a big slice of humble pie! LOL Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone, officially! I was a little early yesterday because I didn't think I was going to blog today, but I think it'll be worth it! Especially since I get to share with all you amazing people! Btw, if you're not wearing green today, avoid everyone because this is most likely the day where you will get pinched! LOL This is the day for Leprechauns, green, anything Irish, cornbread and luck! At least, people think it's luck! Some people will say "Just my luck" or "Luck of the Irish" when something good happens. What if luck has nothing to do with it though? Luck means something happens by chance or good fortune, taking God totally out of the equation. Since we all know God is in control, I'm pretty sure luck isn't the right word. Now, is God going to control the dice, so you can win at Yahtzee or some other game? That's here nor there. Maybe, maybe not. Most likely for me though because I'm one of His favorites. LOL Just kidding. What I'm talking about though is something bigger! Let's say you're a shepherd in a field. You have 11 brothers, but your father favors you. He gives you all his love and a multi-colored coat. The brothers get jealous, but what really burns their butts is that you can also interpret dreams. You also worship God and love Him! All of this sends the brothers over the edge and they sell you into slavery. You're sent away to Egypt, your father thinking you're dead because that's what the brothers tell him. All hope seems lost, but then Potiphar, the captain of Pharaoh's guard, bought you. After a while he became intrigued by you and knew something was different. You two become close and he puts you in control of his household. Things seem to be looking up for awhile, but then you get accused by Potiphar's wife for trying to sleep with her. You try to explain it wasn't true, but Potiphar is so mad that he throws you in jail. Things aren't looking good again for you. All that time though, you still worship God. Praising Him, thanking Him, trying not to complain. You still pray even while in a dungeon. All of a sudden, two of Pharaoh's workers,  a cupbearer and a baker, were thrown in jail. They have dreams and they don't understand them. You overhear and say you can interpret dreams. They tell you the dreams and you interpret them. The cupbearer will be set free and the baker, well, let's just say not so lucky. Both dreams came true. The cupbearer was set free. The baker wasn't as fortunate. A few years later, Pharaoh has a dream that he doesn't understand. All of a sudden, the cupbearer remembers you and tells Pharaoh you can interpret dreams. Pharaoh sends for you in jail. They bring you to Pharaoh and he tells you his dream. You say a famine is coming and someone needs to be in charge of the land and the food. Pharaoh is so impressed by you, that he makes you second in command. You'll be in charge of everything right under Pharaoh, helping everyone get through the famine. What just happened? You went from living in a dugeon to living in a palace. In charge of Egypt, hanging out with the Pharaoh!  Luck? I think not. If it wasn't luck, then what was it? I would like to call it a blessing from God! God saw you doing your best and praising Him in the midst of trouble! Still believing for your dreams, even if everything seemed hopeless! And since it was in His will, He made everything happen at the snap of His fingers! By the way, this story is real! You can find the story of Joseph in Genesis 37-50. There's no such thing as luck, unless you want to say it is in a game or something like that. If it's something bigger though, that's God blessing you! He's in control of everything and if it's in His will, He'll make it happen, not chance! He also loves giving gifts to His children! James 1:17 says, "Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows." God will bless you with plenty of things! Especially if it's something you need. If you need finances and you're struggling right now, don't worry, God will bless you in the right time! Place your trust in God, not luck! He will give you everything you need and every dream He put on your heart if we stay in faith! Mathew 6:30-33 says, "If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well." All we have to do is trust Him, love Him and serve Him, and He will give us everything we need with our dreams! Even if everything seems hopeless, God will get you to where you need to be! I have a disability called Spinal Muscular Atrophy, SMA, which pretty much means my muscles don't work. I can't move, eat and I need a ventilator to help me breathe. When I was diagnosed around six months, the doctors told my parents I would only live to be three or four. All science said I wouldn't make it past then. If I did, then definitely not past seven. Doctors don't have the final say though, God does! Almost 28 years later, I'm still here and going strong when everything else says I shouldn't be! That's not luck, that's God blessing me with good health! He isn't through with me and He isn't through with you! He never will be! If you keep serving Him, loving Him, praising Him, then He will pour His blessings on you! Everything you need and, if it's His will, want will be yours! God is in control! Keep your faith in Him, not luck! Well, I'm out for now friends! While you celebrate St. Patrick's Day, don't forget to put God first no matter what! Until next time!

Lauren

[terriergirlthoughts]

to ex who cannot let things lie

i often find myself awake, sick to my stomach thinking about what you have put me through. not just from the three weeks we dated, but the five years that followed, where you constantly spewed hate and lies about me no matter what.

no matter how many months, years i stay silent, you continue to say things online about me. you say lies that i know in the bottom of your heart, you know aren’t true. empty accusations with no real evidence or even elaboration, just labels and buzzwords plastered over each other to build this big monster you insist that i am, but you never really knew me.

two weeks into becoming friends with you you were crushposting about me already. you asked me out, and i said no because i didn’t know you well enough. you guilted and grilled me about it, “well you have to let me know now if this is ever gonna happen because if not then i have to get over you.” i didn’t know what to do so i said probably.

i wish you knew that several people warned me about getting involved with you before i did. even our mutual friends. and even one of your exes, who you also abused. who you also threatened suicide and self harm to. i should have listened. but i thought maybe you’d changed. so i got to know you more, and a month later maybe, we started “dating” on christmas.

we dated for three weeks. you ridiculed me on my appearance, guilted me for my eating problems which i tried to keep to myself, and when i vented, (with consent to), you told me “well if you were skinny i wouldn’t be attracted to you”. yes you said that. you would blow up on me, telling me how terrible of a person i was for telling harmless jokes (saying “haha eat a bag o’ dicks” to a jab at my appearance). i would hang out with my roommate on nights i knew you were busy anyway and you would tell me how horrible of a person i was for not inviting you. if i didn’t respond to you you would guilt me. not just with vague posting on your blog about self harm and other grim stuff, but no you actually sent me art of you mutilating yourself and said “you weren’t answering so i got sad”. i was busy with college applications.

our relationship wasn’t all terrible 24/7, i had decent memories joking around together and drawing pictures for each other, showing each other music and stuff. in all honesty i never took it too seriously, though we said “i love you” to each other a week in. shamefully the first time i said it back i was drunk at my friends house, and it was over text. in all honesty i don’t think i loved you but i thought you were pretty cool when you weren’t freakin me out. it was high school, whatever.

but the bad outweighed the good, by far. dating you felt like constantly walking on eggshells. now, this was a long time ago, and i’m not sure what kind of person you are now, and if you’ve changed i’m happy for you and i congratulate you. but back then, you weren’t as kind as you should’ve been. i grew cold and distant, i didn’t want to be with you anymore. i broke up with you. i told you it was my fault and i was just bad at dating people and not to blame yourself, to protect your feelings. i was afraid of your reaction if i were to tell the truth. you told me you loved me more than anything and to let you know if i changed my mind, and that you’d always be there for me, that you didn’t want anyone else… then a few seconds later, you said “i wish i’d never met you, i wish my phone was lost forever, i wish i was dead”.

our breakup was as cringey as any high school break up tends to be. afterwards i offered you my friendship and tried to be kind. you blocked me on everything to protect your feelings, which i understood. still, i looked out for you in ways you couldn’t see, some you could. i wanted to be friends, genuinely, i didn’t want to hate each other, i didn’t see that as productive for either of us seeing we were in the same classes and would have to be spending time near each other anyway. i believe the worst i ever said to you after our breakup was “fuck off”.

things started going sour when you were posting about me nonstop. not just vague posting me, you were fully name dropping me to hundreds of people who knew my name. who knew who i was and my accounts. it started out with heartbreak-posting, sad-posting, which is all understandable. still i didn’t want my name involved so i asked you to stop and you did not.

months later, your posts turned very bitter, very aggressive. your friends and you joked about me dying, your friend even made a joke about a hit man killing me and you posted it laughing about it. you didn’t stop there, you made a whole separate side blog dedicated to posting hate about me. in one of them you said “DIE” over and over again. this all made me so sick and so paranoid.

months later, into the summer, you began referring to me online as your abuser. this came as a complete shock and punch to the gut to me. not only because we hardly even ever fought, and when we did it was you blowing up at me. but because i felt you had been the one mildly abusing me.

you never specified how i “”abused “”you. it was an empty accusation, no examples, no specifics, which i would have expected given how much you tended to overshare on your blog and in your art even, at the time. back in school , that year you made your final project about me and our “toxic relationship”. it was essentially a zine of you projecting the entirety of twin fantasy onto our relationship. which… was weird. but i had to stand there and listen to it and read it in front of everyone who knew it was about me. i wanted to disappear or throw up. i wish you knew what that felt like.

after the initial “abuser” accusation i could not leave bed for days. i cried constantly, i felt so fucking wronged. i had no appetite, i felt sick, it had completely destroyed me. the posting’s severity got to a point where my family noticed and became concerned. my mom told me she was going to text you from her phone and threaten legal action in hopes it would stop, from the death threats to harsh untrue accusations, none of us could take it anymore.

i even felt bad at the thought that receiving a text like that might frighten you or make you nervous. but she had made her mind up and what was i going to do. regardless of how i felt i also recognized it was warranted.

for years i would get random texts from friends showing me stuff you were saying. once you started with the ‘abuser’ stuff you didn’t stop, it had become concrete in your mind i guess.

flash forward to this year, i find out you are now referring to me as your “groomer ex bf”. how everyone in the fur community follows your “groomer ex bf” and how you were “groomed” when you were in the furry community.

i had the worst panic attack i’ve had in years. i could not stop shaking. man i thought i was going to die i couldn’t breathe. i could not believe this. the utter shock that you would even say something like that knowing it’s not true.

when we dated for three weeks, five years ago, in high school — i was one grade above you. one grade. we are barely a year and a half apart in age. you asked ME out. i even rejected you at first. we never had sex, our relationship was barely sexual at all. the most we did was draw suggestive pictures of our characters for each other. i was barely a non-virgin. we kissed a handful of times and held hands a few times.

do you… understand the weight that word holds? do you understand what that word even means??? grooming is something that an adult does to a child, preying on them for months to years, building a relationship with them to trust them so they can defile them.

to call me a groomer when it’s so painfully obvious that it isn’t true is just. an absolute new high score for you. i never thought you could outdo yourself. but you did. you keep topping it. i feel like next you’re gonna say i’m a serial killer or something. i don’t understand WHAT on this earth has you out here saying these things. but it has me in the same place i was in four years ago when you started accusing me of abusing you.

it doesn’t make me sick because i think it may be true, i know it’s not true. but the thought of other people believing you because they don’t know any better, and associating my name, my music, my artwork with something so disgusting and horrific. that’s what makes me sick.

i’ve worked so hard to build what i have now, i found myself in a community with people who i love and respect. the thought of losing all of this to someone who emotionally destroyed me for five fucking years over three weeks of nothing. that makes me sick. someone who has no problem lying to seem troubled. just like you did in high school, telling people you were “below the poverty line” when your dad makes movies and your mom home brews kombucha in your big ass suburban house. you are a privileged and sheltered narcissist and i pray to god you don’t do to anyone else what you have done to me.

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Okay, so I just saw the one about the wyvern and I loved it!!!

Hear me out: can you write for the same reader and Claude but she actually does fall? It can be after the time skip when she falls, and then Claude remembers their conversation about it from when they were at the academy together?

I'm not too good at context, so I'll leave exactly how it happens up to you!

I felt quite inspired by this prompt, so you got to jump the queue this week, my lovely. It makes me so happy to see that people are getting their inspiration from others on this blog!

Even just regarding the ask itself, there was so much I could have done with this. There were quite a few areas I wanted to explore, so I decided to do a bit of perspective switching, this fic.

Thanks for sharing, and thank you also for supporting both your own ideas and those of others on this blog! Requests are open!

The story will be continued under the cut.

His mind flooded with nostalgia as he led you, Lysithea, and Lorenz on a charge into the Red Canyon.

What had it been, five years since you all were last here? He and the Golden Deer, reunited once more under the orders of their old teacher. Claude wasn’t exactly sure what their goal was this time, but the demonic beasts in the area told him enough about what needed to happen next.

You four had been assigned to clear the canyon of the monsters Edelgard (now the Emperor of Adrestia) let loose. Once the job was completed, Byleth was to be notified and further instructions were to be given.

The original roster, however, had been modified. It was meant to be you, Ignatz, Raphael, and Lysithea. Plans changed when a stray imperial troop found the monastery, catching Raphael, who was out collecting wood, off guard. Luckily, Leonie was able to hear the ruckus and brought the professor in time to prevent him from getting into any further trouble.

With skilled healers like Marianne and Lysithea around, the injuries weren’t anything to fret over. Since he was brought back and treated quickly, the blond brawler turned out fine. Their main issue was how far back on supplies that put the army. Raphael and Leonie were the only ones capable of gathering any decent amount of firewood, so the professor insisted they stay behind.

That left Lorenz, Ignatz, Marianne, Claude, and Hilda. Marianne qualified for a position as their best healer, so it was definitely a safer bet to keep her at the monastery in case anything went awry. Naturally, Hilda didn’t want to do any work, so Teach sent Lorenz and himself on the Red Canyon mission while Ignatz received a list of items to find in the marketplace. Something about not risking the death or capture of their noble figureheads by imperial ambush.

Nice to know she cared, in her own way.

Not that it mattered to Claude, anyway. The better he could watch over you, the more reassured he would feel. He wasn’t the biggest fan of you heading anywhere too far from him in the hellscape Fodlan had become. Sure, he knew you could handle yourself…

Claude just didn’t know how he would handle himself if anything really did happen to you.

Upon the group’s arrival, the leader of the Golden Deer insisted on doing a small reconnaissance check. He flew up into the clouds, looking across the canyon to spot a bird and a crest beast of notable size. Not bad, but it wasn’t going to be quick, either.

“Alright, it doesn’t look like much. The four of us should do just fine,” he declared.

Lorenz craned his neck to glare at him, “It would be far more helpful if you could actually inform us of our opponents.”

“Yeah,” Lysithea shouted, “how are we meant to form a plan if you keep fooling around up there?”

“Quiet down and be patient, will you? You’ll attract their attention,” Claude hushed. “There are only two. One of them is a bird, which I’m pretty sure I can handle myself.”

“And the other?” you pressed.

“We’re not dealing with a lightweight, I can tell you that much.”

He watched as the three of you looked to the bridge you were meant to approach. Sitting peacefully on it was a crest beast of a slightly larger size than the one you faced here half a decade ago.

“Listen up! Here’s what we’re going to do. Lorenz, you’ll ride onto the bridge and attract its attention. Veer to one side to get it to move towards you.”

“Let me guess,” you started, “you want me on its other side?”

Claude nodded, “Yep. Lysithea, you stay near the entrance of the bridge. It should be wide enough to fit both of the others if you three can keep diverting its attention by varying the timing of your attacks.”

He waited a moment for any objections or complaints. Hearing none, he began to fly towards the canyon mouth.

“Lorenz, make sure you wait until after I attract the other one’s attention. This won’t work if it notices you guys, first.”

Flying out of earshot before Lorenz could retort, the Almyran Prince moved steadily towards his target. It was a careful process, though; he couldn’t risk garnering the attention of the other beast.

“Hey!” he shouted. “I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to be here! Now's your chance to leave before things get ugly!”

The avian monster roared at him in response, flapping its wings faster in aggression.

“Suit yourself.”

His task would have been easier if his friends could help, but he knew you needed all the help you could get to fight the creature on that bridge. Honestly, even with three people, you all were still liable to struggle more than he did.

As more and more arrows lodged themselves into his opponent, Claude maneuvered in a way that allowed him to check on your progress. His plan was going flawlessly, it seemed. You were on the side of the bridge closest to him, with Lorenz on the far side of the beast and Lysithea attacking from the bridge’s mouth.

But observing wasn’t helping anyone. It was time to get in there and do some damage, himself.

Claude shifted his gaze from just past the bird to its left wing. There were enough arrows in it already that he knew a clean shot would prevent it from flapping properly. Then, the only thing left would be to watch it descend into the abyss of the canyon.

“Let’s finish this!”

Easily, he nocked an arrow onto his bow and pulled the string taut. The release sent it flying into the bird’s arm, giving him the result he was looking for.

Well…not quite.

Perhaps he should have paid a bit more attention to where he was positioned.

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Claude's plan was working much more effectively than you originally thought it would. The best part was how cooperative everyone was about it. You had never seen Lorenz and Lysithea so focused outside of battle.

Anytime someone would attack, the others would take it upon themselves to shout as loudly as possible. The behemoth became so confused that it could hardly decide on who to fight, let alone who to defend from.

Lysithea’s placement was more fortunate than you had originally realized, what with her blocking off the only visible exit. In the heat of the moment, it seemed your attacker had forgotten about the escape route directly behind it.

Out of sight, out of mind, you supposed.

Once the mage had taken her turn, it was Lorenz’s time to take a stab. The crest beast moved away from you, approaching the violet noble only to freeze at Lysithea’s loud shouts.

But as something slammed into the bridge not two feet away from you, you couldn’t help but omit a scream of your own. Its impact shook the bridge, and you lost your footing.

“AH- WHAT-?!”

Only when you had fallen to your knees did you look to the side, watching as the bird that had fallen next to you was shot in the eye. It was dead now; Claude had done his part.

Lorenz and Lysithea called out your name in concern, and the attention placed onto you seemed to intrigue the beast the three of you were fighting.

You could have sworn Lorenz had shouted some insult toward Claude (something about being careless?) but you didn’t hear. There were more important things you needed to process at the moment. However, your biggest concern was not the crest beast making its way toward you, though you suddenly wished it was.

No, you were more focused on the cracks beginning to form around your knees on the bridge.

It seemed that architecture built thousands of years ago was not built to withstand such a hit. All you wanted was to get off the unstable structure, but each time you tried to get up or move, you could feel the fissures spread.

“Get off the bridge! RIGHT NOW!” you shouted, desperate to at least save your friends, “QUICKLY!”

They followed your orders without much thought, and you were certain it was only thanks to their position that they made it anywhere in time. Lorenz was on a horse and traveled faster while Lysithea was mere steps away from solid ground.

You had no such hope, though. Not with the demonic beast making matters worse with each step in your direction.

What were you meant to do? Shout at it in hopes to confuse or scare it? That would be ridiculous; you weren’t even a tenth of the size of that thing!

Unfortunately, the only thing your voice did was grow smaller. You pleaded with it, knowing well that it was fruitless. The monster couldn’t understand you, and it didn’t know enough to save its own life, either.

You were effectively trapped. If it attacked or came too close, you would fall. Any attempts to escape it by moving on the crumbling bridge would condemn you to the same fate.

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Ever since you yelled at the other Golden Deer, Claude had been paying close attention to your predicament.

The wyvern rider had been trying to come up with some solution to get you out of there, but not all roads lead to Garreg Mach, apparently. Distracting the beast wasn’t an option since he figured out you were on unstable ground (a story told by the fact you weren’t running away). Not only would any approach on his part rile the beast, but he’d inevitably be too far away to help you if something went wrong.

He knew he had no chance of swooping in to pick you up, either. The monster would probably panic if he saw another beast and a rider. It wasn’t as though he could land to let you mount safely, either.

Stress and fear were overtaking his ability to think straight. Claude had no plan, and the worst part was that he knew he was the cause of all this. The best he could think of was to wait for you to fall from a safe distance away, then diving in for the save.

But then he remembered. A conversation from many years ago stored in the back of his mind.

“I can’t. I can’t do it.”

“I’m not afraid of heights, I’m afraid of falling.”

Instantly, he hated himself for it. He knew he was out of time and he hated himself for it. What sort of leader, what kind of friend, would just sit back and watch as someone that would call him such titles faced their greatest fear? A fear that was confessed to him several years ago and likely had not changed, for that matter?

He watched anyway, though. It was all he could do as the beast approached you, damning you with every step.

When his eyes turned to you, though, he knew you hadn’t gotten over your fear. You knew what would come next, and the signs of panic and fear without acceptance were setting into your form.

Your own eyes were looking all around, taking in the beast in front of you, the cracks on the bridge, the end of the bridge that you had no chance of escaping to…

As the wretched thing came ever closer, Claude leaned forward on his wyvern, placing a hand on its neck to warn it of his incoming command.

A claw was raised, and once it came down, you dodged forward past it.

The bridge began to collapse at the impact of the missed attack, bringing the beast down with it.

Not you, though. Not yet. He flew closer with his wyvern as fast as he could as you fought for your life against the collapsing structure, running as fast as you could muster.

But it was clear that your plates were weighing you down, and when you lost your footing and joined the descending rubble, he dove in hopes of saving you.

Your scream would find its way into his nightmares for a long time after.

The catch wasn’t pretty; Claude had to practically slam into you at an angle to safely slow your momentum.

Once he could get enough air back to his lungs to process his surroundings, he registered your arms clinging to him for dear life. Your breaths were coming at a rapid pace, but the Duke of Riegan couldn’t have been more thankful for it.

“I’m so sorry,” Claude managed. He needed you to know; he would never forgive himself if you didn’t. “I’ve got you, now. I promise I will never let you fall again.”

You were alive. You were safe.

You were crying.

“Ah-” for once, he had no idea what to say. He had made a similar promise five years ago, hadn’t he? So really, what were his words worth?

He settled for using his actions, instead. Claude wrapped his arm around you, placing his free hand on your head and holding you to his chest.

It only lasted for a moment, though. That’s all he allowed himself before he returned his arm to where it was, both of you flying high enough to get over the cliff.

The two of you landed, Lorenz abandoning his horse and Lysithea running to you while you both practically fell off the wyvern. Claude felt you let go of him and roll over, attracting his notice as he watched you cough up blood onto the ground. 

Apparently, the impact between you two that had stopped your momentum induced its own form of shock into himself. He barely felt Lorenz when the knight practically pulled him off you. Lysithea needed space in order to heal you properly, after all.

She laid you down flat on your back, hovering her hands over different areas but focusing mostly on your upper body.

Your chest and your head. You really were lucky, then.

Once her overall evaluation was done and a bit of magic was used, she announced, “Her body seems fine at a surface level, but I promise she’s much worse than you think. It’s a miracle she's still able to move properly!”

Lorenz released him as Claude regained control of his own body, getting up and moving ever so slightly closer to check on you “Can you hear us alright? How do you feel?”

You coughed once more after you incoherently moved to sit up, “...I…what? This isn’t…”

Claude thought back on the past events in a panic, “Hey, you didn’t actually hit your head, right?”

“No…no…it’s fine,” that wasn’t quite what he wanted to hear. “I just…I think I need a moment.”

As it turned out, a moment was all it took for your form to go limp.

Lysithea rushed forward, checking your pulse and the area in front of your nose and mouth, “She- she’s passed out.”

“Well then,” Lorenz thought, “I believe our next best option would be to head back to the monastery. It would do no good to remain out here.”

The mage knelt beside you, “Can you stand guard for a moment, first? I want to make sure she’s stable before we head back.”

After her quick once-over on you (and on him, as per her insistence), the group finally seemed ready to head back. To return as soon as possible, Lysithea rode on the back of Lorenz’s horse as Claude made sure to secure you in front of him on his wyvern. Altogether, the four of you headed back to Garreg Mach in hopes of getting you some proper rest.

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You couldn’t scream.

You were falling, the rubble of stone far older than your family name joining your descent.

It was terrifying. There was nothing you could do. All that was left for you was to wait for the end. For the surface of whatever waited at the bottom of the canyon.

Maybe you couldn’t scream because, deep down, you knew no one would save you.

Only, you swore you remembered screaming. Your throat hurt.

…hurt…? You didn’t feel anything.

While your thoughts were busy muddling together, you only grew more restless and confused.

It was only when you felt something slam into your chest that you awoke in a panic.

“H-help! I’m falling! I…I don’t-” you panted, your eyes scanning your surroundings for anything that made sense-

“Easy there. You’re alright,” a familiar voice called to you.

Slowly, your body allowed itself to take everything in. This was the old medical ward in the monastery. You were on one of the beds, and from what you could see, you were the only one in the room.

“...what…?” you suddenly felt dizzy, even more disoriented than before.

Arms from behind you coaxed you back down onto the bed. On your way down, you caught a glimpse of a face to which you couldn’t match a name.

“Seriously?” he must have noticed you didn’t recognize him. Or maybe it was the confusion in your blank expression. “After everything you put me through, you’re gonna act like you don’t remember me?”

Act? Was this his idea of a prank?

You watched as his green eyes lost their playful glint, a look of concern slipping into place.

“Hey, come on. You do remember me, right?”

“I know you, but I don’t…” you hesitated, not quite sure how to put it, “...your name…”

“I’d go get Lysithea, but I don’t like the idea of leaving you alone in this state.”

“Lysithea…” some distant parts of your memory resurfaced at the name. “She was with me on the bridge. It was her, me, Lorenz, and…you.”

He nodded, “I still can’t believe you remember Lorenz and not me. Not that it’s any easier to believe how he and I got assigned to help you, in the first place.”

Was this…a test? No matter, you didn’t think your memories from before the incident were tainted.

Well, not that much, anyway. You felt like you would remember a bit more about the person you were talking to if you could recall everything from before.

“Yeah, thank goodness Professor chose the two of you to join us after Raphael got hurt. I don’t think anyone without a horse would have gotten out from the middle of the bridge in time.”

Your friend(?) gave a dry laugh at that, “I suppose it was lucky, in some twisted way. I doubt I could have saved you both.”

“I think your reckless actions were the reason we found ourselves in such a mess.”

“Ouch! Even when you’ve forgotten all about me, you still know how to lecture me.”

“For lack of better term, I remember you ‘fundamentally’. It’s just your name that eludes me.”

He raised a brow in challenge, “Oh yeah? Prove it, then. What am I like?”

A different kind of test, you thought. That was fine, you supposed. It wouldn’t hurt him to know what a friend thought of him.

You just hoped saying these things wouldn’t hurt your future self.

“Well, you aren’t the most loyal, nor are you always honest. At least, not from what I remember seeing of you. Sometimes, you don’t think things through all the way, despite the fact you call yourself a schemer. It’s as though…you’re too busy living in the present to ever truly learn from your past, I think. You become too blinded by the good you might do to see the harm behind your actions.”

You noticed he didn’t really have anything to say to that. Did you mess up?

His expression changed, and he gave what you classified as a “knowing smirk”, but some part of you felt certain he wasn’t as pleasantly amused as he pretended to be.

“Can you give me some examples?”

Enough with the tests, you thought. Haven’t I shown that I know enough?

“Just now, with the bird. I’m certain you thought you were doing a good thing by killing it and rushing over to help us, but you didn’t think it through. You could have positioned yourself better, or you could have trusted us to keep it at bay long enough for you to do your own job properly.”

“That’s why I have you though, right? You’re here to let me know when I mess up, and how to make everything that much better in the initial stages of planning.”

The sheets you were lying on suddenly fascinated you as you twisted them between your fingers, “No, you don’t really need me for those kinds of things. Honestly, I’m certain you could do all those things yourself if you just applied everything a little better. You’re charismatic and cunning; you have no problems recruiting others and getting them to follow you.”

A small laugh left you at that, “It’s easy for people to want to stay when you’re so good at what you do. You’ve succeeded far more than you’ve failed, and that was even before you let me in to help you.”

“Oh? And can you give me some examples of that?”

Now your laughter fell from your lips in a larger amount as you swatted at him, looking up from the sheet, “I can’t stroke your ego too much, Claude! You’d never let me hear the end of it!”

“So you do remember my name!” he teased. “Honestly, you hurt me a little, there. There’s pulling a prank, and then there’s being just plain mean.”

You supposed you did recall, now. It was strange how many memories and emotions were attached to a name, and how much forgetting one could affect you and those around you.

Your expression turned somber as you began to realize the gravity of your previous situation. You could have died, or you could have forgotten everyone you loved. Even just failing to remember Claude was a horrible thought.

“I never meant to forget you. I would apologize, but looking back, I don’t know what I would be apologizing for. That whole time on the bridge…I just did what I thought was right.”

“That’s because it was my fault, as much as I hate admitting it. I should have been more aware of my surroundings. I got the three of you into quite a bit of trouble.” he grimaced ever so minutely, you almost thought you imagined it. Before you could think too hard on it, he continued, “If things went any worse, I probably could have handed my head to the emperor, myself.”

“Well, as much as she might appreciate the thought, I’m not prepared to let you give up, yet,” you smiled.

“Sure,” Claude grinned as he stood, likely to go fetch Lysithea, “but don’t you dare think I’m planning on it. Once you recover, you can help me work toward making sure nothing like this ever happens again.”

You gave a curt nod at that, and Claude waited a moment longer before finally leaving you alone.

It seemed your greatest lessons were learned at the worst times, but with him at your side, you were sure you could manage to stay one step ahead of misfortune. It was better to be taught by crest beasts than by the Emperor or her advisors, you supposed.

So as you shut your eyes on your pillow in the empty room, you assured yourself there wouldn’t be a next time. Lysithea could heal the bruises, but she couldn’t take away the experience and what you gained from it.

That mistake was just another shadow to be eliminated before the new dawn could come. You had no doubt you would get there, but first, you needed to end this war.

[stariwrites]

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Pairing: Sukuna x GN! Reader (The reader is AFAB)

Warnings: Dubious Consent, Oral (Reader! Receiving), Mind break, edging, denied orgasm, monsterfucking, corruption kink, dirty talk, mean dom to soft dom Sukuna, use of little one and little sorcerer as well as pet (only twice though), forced submission just to be safe 

A/N: I had so much fun writing this and this is for @seita “Corrupt a Virgin Collab!” Thank you so much for letting me participate! All characters are 18+  and as always Minors DNI and if you do or if you’re a nameless blog I will block you instantly. 

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: Megumi, Itadori, Nobara, Gojo, Nanami...I’m sorry. I wasn’t able to keep my promise and protect all of you. 

Debris settled over the city. You coughed, cringing at the blood that spilled from your lips at the hit you had taken. You looked around you, watching as more buildings collapsed, people screamed causing it to echo. You couldn’t find anybody no matter where you looked. Your heart raced inside your chest. 

How much longer would you be able to pull this off? Ever since Sukuna and Itadori had been separated he caused nothing but destruction. 

You watched the curse you were currently fighting rush towards you. It’s green spindles shot out only for you to dodge it in the nick of time. The wall where you had been standing in front of was nothing but a hole. You cringed. That could’ve been you.

Before you had time to recover it focused it’s sights on you again, the eight purple eyes stared directly into yours. You tried to get up again only to be met by an explosion of pain. You glanced down at your hand nursing the wound on your stomach only to see crimson seep through your fingers. Shit. 

It let out a wicked shriek, leaving your ears ringing. It charged at you again. You closed your eyes. 

Megumi, Itadori, Nobara, Gojo, Nanami...I’m sorry. I wasn’t able to keep my promise and protect all of you. 

“Protect me?” Gojo’s voice was incredulous as he tossed his head back and laughed. It had been a busy day filled with killing curses and saving people, but at the end of it all of you were able to spend time together and watch the fireworks. “I’m the strongest there is, if anything it would be me protecting you.” 

Nanami huffed at his response, proceeding to whack him upside the head. He whined, turning to Nanami no doubt to start playfully fighting him which would end in Nanami sighing in disappointment.

You could only shake your head at the two of them while Nobara scoffed, nudging your arm with a grin. “Yeah, and besides we’re all going to get stronger so we don’t need to be protected.”

Megumi nodded with a small smile which caused you to huff.

“It’s not like that!” You clenched your fists beside you, before lowering your voice. “It’s just that all of you are precious to me and I’ll do whatever it takes to not see you hurt.”

They were all speechless at your response until Itadori’s face lit up into a bright smile. “Let's do it!” He cheered, jumping into the air. “We’ll be the best group of sorcerers out there you’ll see! Let’s all protect each other.”

The six of you looked at each other with matching soft expressions, a silent agreement that you’d all make it to the very end when the first explosion fired off. Itadori shrieked at the unexpected boom that echoed in the sky causing your laughter to break the silence between each firework. 

You smiled looking back on the memory. It was fun. The people you met, the friends you gained, you wouldn’t have traded it for the world. As you anticipated the final blow one last thought flashed through your mind. You had no regrets.

An explosion of light flooded from behind your eyelids, you braced for impact but none came. Slowly, you cracked an eye open only to have your breathing hitch. Standing where the cursed spirit used to be was-

“Sukuna,” your own voice surprised you. The demon turned to you with an unamused expression.

“Think you can just die like that?” He sneered approaching you. “You fool.” 

You tried to get up, all your senses screaming to fight but you only managed to straighten your posture before wincing in pain. Broken ribs, you assumed, if not worse. “What do you want?” You managed to croak out. 

Standing above you, his eyes were filled with venom. You swallowed silently wishing the destroyed cursed spirit had taken you out. You refused to break away from his gaze while his hand moved to cup your cheek. You flinched from his touch expecting him to rip your skin away with the swipe of his talons, but instead he clicked his tongue at the action.

“Make no mistake little one, If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, but your body relaxed at the words. You wanted to shake your head. How could that even be remotely comforting?

You couldn’t dwell on it for long because the next thing you knew you could breathe properly again. You took a deep breath in, almost choking on it. You removed your hand from your stomach only to gape in shock. 

“You,” you looked up at the demon with wide eyes. “You healed me?”

He rolled his eyes. He couldn’t stand the way humans interacted nor did he want to. He craved the chaos he created and only wanted to see more of it, but one sorcerer managed to get under his skin, you. 

You were an enigma, your cursed energy was strong, that was for certain and as obsessed as he was with Megumi there was something about you that drew him to you. Maybe it was the way he could tell you were a virgin. You had so much experience but none with another person’s touch. He thought many times about you being tied up and at his mercy while he edged you for hours causing you to cry out pleas along with his name. 

Unfortunately there was no time to act on what he wanted with him still being inside the brat, but now, now was the perfect time. 

“Why?” The question left your mouth before you could stop it. He wanted to laugh at your perplexed expression paying close attention to your lips. You didn’t realize it, but you backed yourself into a corner. 

“Oh Little Sorcerer,” he crooned mockingly. A sinister smile stretched across his face reminding you just who you were dealing with. 

Squatting down to your level, he let his eyes rove over your body, paying close attention to where your uniform was torn and wrinkled. Instinctively, you covered yourself to the best of your ability which only made him lick his lips.

“You didn’t think I did that without a price,” his voice dropped an octave, “did you?”

Your heart stuttered in your chest while you gasped. There was no way, but noticing the hunger in those eyes that held a predatory gleam you understood what he meant. You couldn’t-

“Get away from them!” Megumi shouted. His footsteps raced towards where you were. Itadori and Nobara were fast at his heels shouting for you. A ghost of a smile fell onto your face. They were okay. From what you saw the only wounds were some scratches and bruises. They would be okay. The relief quickly faded when a talon turned your chin to make you look at him once more.

His teeth were on full display. “Let’s make a contract, shall we? I won’t hurt your friends as long as you do what I want in my domain.”

You raised an eyebrow skeptically. “And what would that be?”

“I get to ruin you.”

You knew you could stall, could buy time until they could help you, but the more you waited the more people screamed.

“So little one, what will it be?” Sukuna’s voice rang heavy in your ears. You could either go with him or more people would be hurt. You purse your lips, you had two choices: either allow Sukuna to take you and buy your friends some time or wait for them and risk more people dying. 

With a deep breath you faced the demon. “If I go with you, you promise that no person, that includes jujutsu sorcerers and civilians will be harmed?”

“Of course.”

Part of you didn’t trust him, but you mulled over the deal, searching for any loopholes. Megumi, Itadori and Nobara were getting closer. 

“Time’s running out, have you made a decision?”

You looked at your friends one last time as they screamed in horror running faster. With a final breath you focused back on the king of curses. 

“I accept.”

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“Such a pretty little thing aren’t you?”

Obscene sounds echoed throughout the domain as you grinded against Sukuna’s tongue that resided on his abdomen. Small whimpers and broken moans spilled from your lips. Tears slid down your face while the appendage was lapping at your folds, flicking at your clit every now and again. Each grind down had your toes curling. You tossed your head back.

“Shut, ah, shut up!” You tried to shout, but it held no mirth to it. 

Sukuna smirked at your reaction. Still so fiery even after he edged you, you were a fun one that was for certain. 

He’d envisioned this moment many times before, but nothing beat the real thing. He kept your arms stretched above you with one of his hands while the other he used to cup your cheek. He lived for your expression, the way your eyelashes were grouped together with tears as you were forced to keep taking what he was giving you, completely at his mercy.

“What’s wrong little sorcerer,” he snarled. “Can’t take my tongue?” He couldn’t help but grow addicted to the breathy pants you let out as you clamped down at his words. His eyes widened, peering at you with an expression that almost looked impressed. 

“Who knew you could be such a slutty pet. Nobody’s ever touched you like this before and you’re already so fucked out, I wonder what will happen when you cum, hm?”

“Fu-fuck you,” you managed to get out between moans. You refused to give into him, wishing you had more strength in you to glare. You needed to put up a fight. 

He raised an eyebrow with a laugh. “Brat,” he dug his nails into your hips, there would be indents there for days, but he didn’t care. “You try to put up such a front, wouldn’t it feel better to give in rather than fight me? You’re so wet and you’ve been so good, so pliant for me are you sure you don’t want a reward?

The familiar coil in your stomach was about to break causing you to thrash your head back and forth. The burn was becoming painful, you didn’t know how much longer you’d last if he kept denying you. Sukuna noticed, forcing your hips to grind faster. 

“Oh? Is the little sorcerer close? Tell me, do you want to know what it’s like to cum from somebody other than you, hm?” He hummed keeping the brutal pace, watching as you heaved for breath, your eyes glossy and almost rolling back. A twisted grin morphed onto his face at the sight. 

“Don’t tell me I’ve fucked you dumb already,” he bit his lip to keep from groaning out into the domain. The reflection of the water only made you look more wrecked. “Tell me, is this what you’re going to look like when you're stretched out on my cock?”

The image alone had your toes curling. You couldn’t fight it anymore. You needed release. “M’close. M’so close. M’gonna cum. Gonna ngh gonna cum Sukuna. Sukuna,” you babbled, slurring your words.

You were almost there all you needed was one more extra push. 

Before you had time to process what was happening your hips stilled. A loud sob ripped it’s way from your throat. You couldn’t handle being denied anymore. All you could do was struggle in his hold and curse the king in front of you for torturing you like this. That’s when it registered, he was going to kill you like this. That must’ve been his plan all along.

You were about to speak, to tell him to just kill you already when he leaned closer towards you. His lips ghosted against yours. Without thinking you leaned in, desperate to feel his lips against yours, but before you could he pulled away and gazed at you.

You could see your reflection in his eyes, the way you were drooling for him, you were a mess, your eyes glossy from crying, you didn’t recognize the person staring back at you. You couldn’t remember how many times he edged you, but it was unbearable. 

“Beg me.”

Your breath caught in your throat even though you’d been expecting that. Part of you, the desperate want that curled itself into your skin and set your heart aflame wanted to cave in. Wanted so badly to finally get the release you’ve been craving all this time, but rationally you looked at the demon and whispered, “I, I can’t.”

As soon as the words were out you wanted to take them back, disappointment swam within you. You wanted to know what it was like, but the sorcerer in you couldn’t yield. You reminded yourself that you were doing this for them, but that would’ve been a lie.

 You expected Sukuna to tear you to shreds or leave you like this but instead he shushed you.

Your eyes snapped open, not even remembering when you closed them. He only rubbed your back with one of the hands that was on your hip while the other hand holding your arms set them down.

“Such a brave sorcerer, aren’t you? Even when you’re so desperate you still hold so much strength, but don’t you want to be ruined? Don’t you wish you would just be able to let go and have somebody else take the reins?” His voice was uncharacteristically soft like he was talking to something fragile, something that could break. 

“I-”

You couldn’t deny that it sounded nice, to be out of control for once, to just let yourself be ruined by Sukuna. You craved release so bad it hurt. You shuddered against him at the thought of finally being able to lose yourself in pleasure while the cool air of the domain caught up to you.

Without hesitation, Sukuna embraced you in his arms, bringing you close to his chest. You imagined that if he was human, you’d be able to hear his heart beat pressed against him like this. He caressed any inch of your body his hands could reach as he placed a chaste kiss to your temple. You settled in the warmth.

“Shh, just let me take care of you little one,” he squeezed you close before placing two set of his hands on your shoulders to pull you back. It took everything in him not to smile. He had you, he knew he had you judging by the way your face was going from conflicted to completely lax. 

“I’ll ruin you for anybody else,” the hands on your shoulders dropped down to barely touch your waist, tickling you. He began to kiss down your jaw, moving to your neck. “You could rule by my side and stay with me in this space forever, you wouldn’t have to worry about curses,” he sucked a mark causing you to whimper. “Or saving people,” his other hands moved to play with your nipples. “Or those pesky sorcerers.” 

Your mind was reeling, unable to concentrate on any coherent thought. The difference from being so rough to being soft was messing with your head. You were losing yourself, but still tried so desperately to hang on, to not give in. You had friends you needed to protect, but all of that was fading away. 

Sukuna noticed and as he sucked on your earlobe, he used the hands tickling you to meet your hips, positioning you over his cock. “All you have to say is-”

“Please.”

[pinnithin-writes]

June 17

Bailey got my number. He caught me late last night when I was walking in from my car with Taco Bell and he was leaving the apartment with a few friends. The group was all pretty tipsy except for him, so I think maybe he was driving. I wonder if he drinks at all, or this just happened to be his designated night to be the sober one. I guess now that I have his number I can ask him.

I have exactly two text exchanges with him: Hi, it’s Bailey! and the smiley face I sent in return, which happened while we were still standing there talking to each other. He asked so casually, like it was a normal, easy question and it didn’t automatically flood his endocrine system with cortisol. If I was the one having to ask him I think I’d puke, and the worm would hate that. 

I kept opening the messenger app, staring at the two messages, and then closing it, over and over again, so I put the phone in my desk drawer and scrolled through some articles on my laptop to give myself something to do. 

One of them was from this holistic healing blog about hunger and raising one’s spiritual vibrations. I’m not sure I entirely buy some of the spiritual aspects of new age medicine, but it’s entertaining to read about. Lots of people have a lot of opinions about what’s good and bad for your aura, how to cleanse your chakras, sound healing and light healing and organic teas that will cure cancer. And if you spend too long in those areas you’ll stumble across the conspiracy theories about how doctors are hushing up these ancient healing practices to make money, and how veganism is the only thing keeping the beef and dairy industries from flooding the planet with methane gas. I probably killed about three hours going over all that stuff. It’s a real exercise in knowing what you’re willing to believe.

But back to the hunger thing. According to alleged experts in energy work, a signal of spiritual ascension is increased hunger and thirst, because the body is expending more energy as it vibrates at a higher frequency. Readers are encouraged not to give into these cravings, as the indulgence dampens your inner voice and quiets what your spirit is trying to tell you. 

I’m not sure it has any merit, but it spoke to me. I like being fed, and I hate being hungry, but I have to admit sometimes I felt a sharp clarity when I was fasting that I rarely feel when I’m full. The article put into words something I’d experienced but never articulated. Having the ability to see everything around me in sharp detail, to feel where I connect with the ground under my feet and the air in my lungs, all because I’m suspended in this weightlessness that an empty stomach brings. 

I spend a lot of time trying to find ways to pass the time, wandering through my life in this fuzzy, numb haze. I break through the numbness by watching things that freak me out and starving myself. No wonder I feel more present when I’m hungry. 

With the tapeworm, I’m never hungry. I keep myself fed so I can keep it fed, and I think that’s better for me than the lucidity brings. But I don’t feel any less spiritual from it. Not that I would know anything about spirituality. My parents were never church people, so me and Audrey never were, either. I went to Catholic mass one time with a friend in middle school and I remember being awed by the vaulted ceilings and the liturgy and the pipe organ the size of a room. And I think the drinking Christ’s blood thing is pretty intense. 

I wonder if religion is just god and humanity feeding off of one another. Am I God to this tapeworm? Are our conversations prayer? I give it life, it eats of my body, and I keep it safe. Or maybe it’s the other way around, and every time I eat I’m giving it offerings, sacrificing pieces of myself to prove my devotion. I think that’s why I still feel real and present even without the hunger. I’m carrying divinity inside me. 

That’s kind of a stretch for a worm that lives in the digestive tract of a sophomore in college. And it’s not making it any easier to have to kill it when the time comes. It’s one thing for God to kill her creation - people die all the time - but if the roles are reversed? How do you kill God?

I don’t think I would call this relationship spiritual. We’re both just worms. 

A Helminthic Romance

Short story about a girl who falls in love with her intestinal parasite, told through entries in the narrator's journal.

[Posting these in short installments in conjunction with the the dates of the journal entries.]

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<- May//June//

June 1

Will messaged me again. I should just block his number at this point. He seriously asked me if I wanted to hang out, after everything that happened. I don’t know what he doesn’t get about “don’t speak to me again.”

I’m looking back at my entries from spring break and realizing I never actually talked about the aftermath. There’s like, a two week gap where I didn’t even write anything. I guess it was too raw then. Now that it’s been a couple months it’s kind of scabbed over, so I can poke at it a little. 

After he cheated he tried to go back to how things were before. I don’t know if he was counting on me not finding out or was just planning on lying about it or what, but when I tried to confront him about it he just acted like it hadn’t happened. I had to show him the screenshots to make him actually acknowledge it.

“You can’t just act like spring break doesn’t count,” I told him, and he was like, what does it matter? I’ll never see her again. And then he added a passive aggressive comment about how he couldn’t expect me to give him everything he needed, so he filled in the gaps where he could.

I hate to say it but that was my breaking point, not the cheating. I was almost willing to forgive him and let him have another chance after that. I mean, it’s not like anyone has ever shown any romantic interest in me before him, and it’s unlikely I’ll get another shot at love anytime soon. And I did like him. I still do, really.

But then he went and said that? I gave him everything. I carved out hours of my life to hang out with him. I listened to his stories about how his parents hit him and how all his exes used and discarded him and I hugged him while he cried and I held his hand while he learned to heal. 

We could have been something. He was my broken doll and I was his starving dog. The only two people fucked up enough to understand each other. 

I should have known establishing a boundary would have been taken as an attack. He’s been hurt too many times to assume good intentions. But he didn’t have to turn around and cheat on me.

Just because I can’t figure out what I want doesn’t mean I’m not able to tell what I don’t want. I knew I didn’t want to move in with him after only dating for six months. It didn't matter that I was aging out of the dorms. I didn’t want to live with him because that would give him a front row seat to all the weird shit I do behind closed doors and I knew I wasn’t ready for that. 

I think he took me signing the lease with Gina as a sign that I was going to leave him just like the rest of his exes. The first in a series of steps to distance myself after he showed me all the undesirable parts of him, and I’d decided I couldn’t handle it. If he knew all my undesirable parts he’d have known it would take quite a lot for me to draw the line. Maybe he tried to find where the line was early so he could save himself some heartbreak. Or something.

This is so fucking stupid that I just inherently psychoanalyze people. Thanks, Mom. He’s already wasted so much of my time, but here I am wasting more of it figuring out why he thought that was okay.

God. Whatever. The worm’s doing fine. The one inside my body, that is, not the other one. I’ve sort of gotten used to the indigestion, and it’s nice I can eat whatever I want now. It seems to perk up when I feed it chocolate covered pretzels, which is great because I love eating those. 

I really thought for a second about naming the tapeworm Will, just as a funny joke to myself about how Will is a parasite, but this feels like kind of an insult to the worm. It hasn’t led me on for months only to decide I wasn’t worth the emotional effort of waiting on me. All the worm ever does is wait on me, really. It just sits there in a dark little part inside of me I’ll never get to see, waiting patiently for whatever I decide to give it. It doesn’t complain, and it never leaves because it can’t.

I think I want to be kind to it. It didn’t choose these circumstances, much like a child doesn’t choose to be born. The least I can do is treat it well while it’s forced to exist in my digestive tract.

I don’t know. I shouldn’t name it Will, but I should probably name it something, now that I think about it. We’re past the point of avoiding missing it when it’s gone - I’ll miss it. We’ve already spent so much time together and it’s always there with me. But what does one name a worm that’s attached to your intestines, eating when you eat, sleeping when you sleep, fully dependent on you?

And  if we’re being honest I’m a little dependent on it, not only for getting my weight down, but for keeping me on a schedule. I’d probably be in bed all day long if the worm didn’t stir every once in a while, reminding me to go about the daily maintenance of being alive. I actually showered today because my stomach hurt so bad I couldn’t stay curled up in bed any longer. It’s like it’s reminding me to keep being a person.

Hard to pick a name for someone that important. 

[coolest-in-chaldea]

hello! im quite excited for this blog fate fic blogs are quite hard to find may i have some headcanons of merlin realizing he has fallen in love and what a relationship would be like hopefully thats okay good luck with the blog!

Merlin Realizing He’s In Love Headcanons

note: hi! thanks so much for being the first request ever sent in!! Sorry this took so long to get to, I’ve been swamped with school and grinding on f/go for daysssss, 90 saint quartz but no 4 or 5 stars 😔💔 also I finally got on my laptop so anon is an option now for anyone wanting to request :D

- Merlin’s vast knowledge of pretty much everything happening at any given time is a little scary, so I don’t think he’s really the type to be dense. I think he’s more likely to pace around and talk to himself for a day or so while ‘deducing’ that his racing heart and flushed face are in fact indicative of falling in love. He’s not super serious like some of the other genius servants, he’s more-so just really awkward at handling social situations since he spent most of his life pretty isolated in his tower.

- Meanwhile, everyone else in chaldea are holding their breaths because the lack of Merlin shenanigans is starting to get suspicious..you and the Camelot servants especially are going ‘awww shit here we go again’ as you anticipate an elaborate scheme to come.

- Merlin definitely isn’t insecure, but I don’t think he’d have any plans of confessing at first because he’s never seriously imagined himself in a relationship. He’s perceptive enough to know that he likes you, but he doesn’t see any significance to it until it starts to get distracting!

- When he eventually starts interacting with you again, he’s 1000% more of a hassle than he usually is. He’s like that one kid in elementary school who just constantly bothers his crush. It doesn’t take long for you to grow tired of Merlin’s 24/7 bs, and when you finally retire to your room for the night you have a frustrated ‘why me?!’ moment. Tbh you’re just trying to figure out what you could’ve possibly done to prompt Merlin’s wrath, but the knights of the round table are painfully aware of why Merlin’s been constantly targeting you.

- Merlin’s an extremely talented mage, and I’m sure he’d switch around or transform some of your things, but I could also see him pulling some of the classic childhood pranks on you with the assistance of magic.

- You’re having a lovely conversation sitting across from Artoria, but when you get up to leave, you immediately trip and faceplant onto the floor. A very concerned Artoria asks if you’re ill and, trying not to lose your cool, you have to explain to her that SOMEONE apparently tied your shoelaces together with an elaborate series of knots in the shape of a flower. There wasn’t anyone else near you, but you both exchange an exasperated look as you know exactly who the culprit is.

- Merlin's flirting is still totally focused on annoying you and/or pissing you off. what can I say? it's just his favorite hobby! He's the type to believe than any attention from you is good attention, so he's more than happy to provoke you in order to put your focus on him. He's not that awful though, and he sticks to being a general nuisance and causing mild inconveniences as opposed to actually harming anyone. He does care a lot about you if he has feelings for you after all, he just has a...funny way of showing it.

- You will constantly be asking yourself 'is Merlin antagonizing me or flirting with me??' (the answer is both btw)

- If you're shorter than Merlin, he always interrupts your conversations by strolling over and using your head as an armrest. If you aren't, sike yes you are actually because the cheeky wizard is now floating to be taller than you >:)

- Merlin has literally zero chill and I think he'd continue to be chaotic af whether he's just crushing on you or you've been dating for years. He probably does like physical contact and cuddling, but he refuses to initiate it like a normal person. He'll eventually get comfortable enough to where he doesn't have to be affectionate via pranks, but don't get me wrong, that doesn't mean that Merlin ever gets calm or discreet about it.

- Any time you're sitting on a couch, chair, the floor, or your bed, regardless of what you're doing, he will just come stand next to you and very dramatically fall on top of you (secretly careful not to hurt you of course) and just chill there sprawled over you in whatever ridiculous position you ended up in. If you adjust him to a more comfortable position (his favorites are sitting with his back to your chest and your arms holding him or vice versa and sitting tucked into your side with one of your arms around him and his around your waist) he'll be more than happy to comply, but how you deal with your beloved needy wizard is up to you!

- Tbh I could see a confession going one of two ways, both extremes on opposite ends of a spectrum with no in between. Either

A.) he never officially confesses, but you get the idea and you both come to an agreement of being exclusive to each other (or having communication as partners if you're polyamorous) as well as comfortably doing everything a couple would, just with an official label OR

B.) He's a total showoff and performs the most absurd, elaborate and extreme confession with magic the world has ever seen. I cannot get the thought of those brilliant wizard pronoun images made by iguanamouth out of my head-

I'm imagining THIS but it's a confession like those 'will you be my date to prom?' signs people make 😳

[what-did-you-just-say]

Omg- I've been looking for someone who writes Destiny matchups, so you're an absolute godsend 👀 That being said…. May I humbly request a male Destiny matchup? 👉👈 From either game, whoever works best! (and hey!!! We're mutuals now! :DD)

To start off, I'm genderfluid and my pronouns are they/them <3 I'm pretty pale with zillions of birthmarks, 5'6, and I'm about average weight for my height. I have a super frizzy dirty blonde wolfcut down to my shoulders, and baby blue eyes! I’m a little curvy with thicker thighs and an hourglass shape :,D My sense of fashion is… all over the place, but you’ll usually find me with my beloved platform doc martens, tall socks w/ weird designs, shorts and a hoodie/sweater.

On to personality!! Although I’m pretty quiet around strangers.. With my friends I’m the total opposite, I love making them laugh and am extremely talkative- I can go on for actual hours about my interests. I can be very energetic and loud at times, reverting back to a toddler, so rip to my s/o- (I promise I’m very intelligent though :,)) I’m super affectionate with my s/o and seriously just want to be around them/cuddling 24/7 👉👈 I’m very loyal and super caring, so if someone I care for needs something, you know I’ll be the first one to help >:D I’m pretty much the “group therapist” bc everyone comes to me whenever they need someone to rant to or listen to them <3

My negative traits? I’m a little clingy and get pretty bad separation anxiety if I’m away from my s/o for too long :,) I also get really bad stomach aches a lot so you’ll usually find me complaining about it✋😔

Hobbies: Mountain biking, listening to music (blasting it 24/7 actually), writing, playing video games, designing outfits, and going on hikes!!

Love language: Physical touch, gift giving, words of affirmation <3

Likes: Animals, foggy weather, horror movies, fall, sweets, and affection of any sort!!

Dislikes: Hot/humid weather, deep and murky bodies of water, and crucible (sorry Shaxx)

I really hope I did this right :,)) and I hope this wasn’t too much for you!!! Take as long as you need on this and I hope you have a wonderful day <3!!!

Sooooo….HELLO THERE! I’m actually following your blog and even sent a request about a matchup with an OC of mine which is also listed in the Masterlist (Rowan-13 actually haha). Either way! I am here for you sweetheart don’t worry BUT a warning for ya I am kinda bad with coming up with things…..so bear with me on this one.

Since you requested a MALE Matchup I’m guessing you mean a male character? I am so sorry if I got this wrong T—T And any….kind of scenario aswell so I will go with fluff if that is okay for you ofc :}

So here we go, we are gonna go with SAINT-14 our dear russian friend as the male matchup ^^

Ps: I wrote this in like an hour or two so please….have mercy I couldn’t come up with something better T^T

I sincerely tried…APLOGIES THAT IT GOES DOWN HILL TOWARDS THE END OR IF IT DOESN‘T MAKE MUCH SENSE TWT

Btw do you play Destiny 2 yourself? ....I need some friends ('friends' considering the fact that you requested ONCE and called us mutuals so not really in a 'we are friends now' way-) to play with I AM SORRY T—T'''''''

Genderfluid!Matchup x Saint-14

You’ve been walking through the Tower, taking a stroll as you watched various Ghosts of all sorts float through the air with ease, Guardians talking to one another or randomly dancing in the middle of the area. While greeting some Guardians and workers in the place you are so familiar with you made your way towards the Hangar.

It surely has been a while since you last seen your beloved partner Saint-14, he had some….business with Osiris is what he had told you before leaving which was more than 3 weeks ago. You got the news from a Hunter the other day that he was back but busy with the Guardians signing up for the ‚Trials of Osiris‘ …..so it made sense that the Titan wasn’t able to visit you just yet.

Once you were down the stairs you could see his ship and the big amount of candles surrounding him for far away….atleast it looked somewhat aesthetic…

While Saint-14 was away you decided to make some pajama designs for the two of you and it looked cute. It had lots of purple in it - his favourite colour - and looked super comfy, you just needed the fabric for it and then you’d be good to go!

As you got closer you also saw that barely anybody was around him, meaning that he probably had a few minutes time for you to spend with him which made you almost jump in excitement.

The sound of your shoes hitting the floor in a rythmatic manner was the thing that caught Saint-14‘s attention as he turned his head to look at you. „Ah (Name)! It is great to see you again! I apologize for not visiting you earlier!“ he practically boomed while grabbing your hand gentle as you got close enough „Hey Saint, don’t worry it’s fine. I knew you were busy with Guardians signing up for the Trials“ you answered with a sincere smile. With your happiness practically radiating off of you, you made the Russian melt in your grip as you decided to pull him into a welcoming and warm hug….god he missed you so much, „I missed you“ you mumbled to him, just above a whisper and he hummed in agreement before saying „I missed you too, my love“.

As you two parted he placed his hands on his hips, looking down at you in anticipation and after a few seconds he finally asked „So what did you do while I was away? I hope you didn’t yearn for me that much“ followed by a light chuckle that you returned before answering with „Ah that is impossible Saint….but I did sketch some outfit designs for us both, Pajamas actually“ and just by his body language you could tell that he was excited to see just what you had come up with. „Oh if that’s so then I have to see them soon! As song as I can to be exact, I’d love to see what you had in mind!“ was what had said as he grabbed your hands and leaned a bit down while you had to laugh, „What is so funny? Is there something on my helmet?“ he asked, kinda concerned about what you were laughing at, „No no don’t worry! Your helmet looks good as always! But your genuine excitement makes me want to shower you with love if I’m being honest“ you confessed as you widely smiled at the larger man before he stepped closer and moved his hands up to cup your face, „Not if I do such thing first“ he hummed and you dramatically gasped „Are you challenging me now oh great Titan Saint-14?!“ is what you expressed with a dramatic tone and he had to laugh at that „If it’s about love and affection, then you are up for a challenge oh dear beloved (Name)“ he mused with a certain lull in his voice that drives you to him everytime he uses it in such a tone. This man….this man had you smiling every second and it is getting contagious at this point. But while you were getting lost in your mind - about how many things you could do while he was here was making you feel all giddy inside in every way - he was able to take your form in again after these 3 weeks and a few days.

You were wearing what your usually wore which consisted of your platform doc martens, your lovely colourful striped socks that go up to your calf, some dark shorts and a more bigger navy blue Hoodie…one of his if he remembers right. You looked so comfortable right now, he had to resist the urge to just cuddle you and not let go for a really long time. Your hair was all messy but it suited you so well. Your baby blue eyes made his heart swell with love every time they looked at him with such sincere and care and your pale skin compliments your eyes in ways that make him fall in love with you even harder and he had to fight a smile behind the cover of his helmet by just knowing that you are his. Your birthmarks made you look so unique in his eyes and your voice…..oh sweet Traveler your voice was like honey and filled with love every time you said his name, ESPECIALLY when you decide to tease him a bit that it makes him really happy to have his helmet cover his face because he gets so red in these moments…he just blushes so much whenever you talk to him with that honeyed tone in your voice. If you’d ask him to get on his knees in such a tone he will gladly obey and do as you said. (Such a simp istg)

He was so invested in his head that he couldn’t even hear your voice calling out to him so you even decided to wave your hand infront of his face before he snapped back to reality as you hummed „Hellooooooo? Earth to Saint-14444? What’s going onnn? Are you okayy?“ but you didn’t even get a reply but instead got an unexpected move from him. With a yelp of surprise you found yourself over his broad shoulder as his big hands held you in place, careful not to let you somewhat slip away „I didn’t see you in so long so let me take care of you, my love. Then we can proceed with our…challenge“ is all he said before walking up the ramp and into his ship while closing the ‚door‘ behind him and making it really comfortable for you both. (if ya get what I mean ahah- I am so sorry pls-)

…..that was one thing to do now that he was back. Maybe he‘ll get to see the pajama designs some other day…

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“Favorite”- Alfie Solomons x Shelbysister!reader [Requested]

A/N: it’s been a minute since I’ve last written Alfie. Hope I didn’t mess it up. hopefully you’ll like it x It was requested by this anon and someone on wattpad.

Warning: some cussing (it’s Alfie so what did you expect)

Word count: 1.5K ish

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"Fucking Italians," y/n mumbled both angered and brought to close eyes by her thundering headache. Not that it helped but it was più forte di lei, after what those fuckers had put her through, y/n could barely contain her anger. If it wasn't impossible for her to stand without throwing up and probably fainting, she'd be already on her way to give them a piece of her mind.

"Retreat your claws, kitten. It's already been taken care of." A familiar voice spoke from beside her. She didn't need to open her eyes and look to know to whom the voice belonged. It welcomed her every morning and wished her sweet dreams on most nights.

"It's not. My fist hasn't met their faces yet."

His presence comforted and helped in rooting her. There was no point in getting all worked up while she was still in the hospital risking making her headache worse. Y/n knew that but to know and to act accordingly are two different things.

"Well then, that can be arranged, pet. For now, though, you need to rest," he tutted not even trying of hiding his amusement.

Y/n groaned.

"The world must be fucking ending if Alfie Solomons is the wisest in the room," she snickered knowing how prone to anger and action Alfie was.

He merely scoffs and despite not looking at him, y/n knew that he had shot her a mean glance. Indeed, she could only imagine the state she was in but whatever it was, it must not be a pretty sight. And whatever image Alfie had carefully crafted for himself over the ears, y/n knew that he was worried. Probably angry too but given what he said about the Italians, he had already acted on that leaving only worry.

All the more reason to resort to sarcasm then, y/n thought.

However, before any of them could add anything, the door of the room opened. And so did y/n's eyes.

Fuck, was the first thing that crossed her mind when her eyes fell on her brother.

This was not how she'd imagined being reunited with him.

"Mr Solomons," Tommy's tone matched the iciness of his eyes and the imperturbability of his expression.

It was something that y/n had always both admired and hated about him. It was amazing how aloof he was able to come across on any occasion, even though she understood growing up that it was achieved at great expense. However, when in a fight with him, it was greatly unnerving to speak with an unreactive wall of ice. A clench of the jaw was the most you could get out of him.

Y/n had learned how to deal with him and now it didn't bother her anymore, but still. Knowing how much shit she was in, she couldn't help but flinch at his tone. Even if it was directed at Alfie who, for the record, looked completely unbothered by it.

"Mr Shelby," he simply reciprocated the greeting as if he didn't hear the underlying question in Tommy's words. What the hell are you doing here?

"You were the last person I expected to find at my sister's bedside." But Tommy had never been one who shied away from confrontation, didn't lose any time and got right to it.

"Well, life is full of surprises, ain't it?" Topping his head a little further on his head so that he could clearly stare at him, Alfie gave him a smug smirk.

Tommy sat down on the other side of y/n's bed, his eyes never leaving Alfie engaging them in an unwavering contest.

Men.

"You should thank him." She found her voice even though she knew that Alfie didn't need her help and it probably meant for her to be caught in the crossfire. Better than having them shooting glares at each other.

Tommy's eyes snapped to her then, like she wasn't the one he'd come to see.

"You must already know what happened so that means that you're aware of his help." Making the most of his attention on her, she pleaded Alfie's cause.

"What I'm worried about is why he's involved in the first place." Taking a lighter and his pack of cigarette, he lit one.

"Like you don't know, Tommy," y/n snickered, "I know you've sent fucking Isaiah after me like a fucking dog." she huffed deeply annoyed at how his brother thought it was okay to have her controlled like she was a fucking baby. Not that Alfie would have let anything happen to her, anyway. But, above all, she knew how to take care of herself, thank you very much.

His jaw clenched - here it is- but he offered no response. No explanation, no apology. Not that y/n expected him to.

"S'alright Tommy. No need to thank me for protecting my favourite Shelby." Alfie butted in interrupting your siblings glaring. Y/n felt his hand wrap around hers, she didn't know if it was to emphasise his point or to offer her comfort. Either way, she welcomed it intertwining their fingers.

"Wisdom and a compliment both leaving your mouth all in under ten minutes. Fuck, the end of the world is fucking close indeed." Tightening her hold on him, y/n couldn't help but mock him. Not that it was a mystery how Alfie cared for her but he wasn't keen on verbal demonstrations, if it wasn't in the intimacy of a bedroom, so every time he did felt strange. In a good way though. Y/n truly appreciated it but she couldn't pass out on the chance to embarrass him. It was how their relationship was.

"Well, smelling death in the room will do that to ya," Alfie chirped back taking her jab in streak. Told you it was how they worked.

"Nice to know I need to die for you to be nice to me."

"You're not dead though, are ya?" His fed-up tone let on that he was almost regretting that she wasn't but his hold on her hand fooled no one. Well, just her since she was the only one aware of it.

"Still not too sure, to be honest." As holding up her head was proving to be a proving challenge, she rested it back on her pillow. Giving in, she also closed her eyes hoping it'll help.

"If you'd do as you're fucking told then you'd feel better," Alfie scowled.

"Can't you talk to your God or something and ask him to kiss my ouchies away?" She asked while her other hand went up to gently massage her forehead.

"Don't work it like that pet, right?" He somewhat growled at the insinuation no matter how ridiculous it was, "Can help you with that though if you want." And as if someone had flipped a switch, his tone turned suggestive.

"Thought you'd never ask." She smirked peeking at him through her lids.

It was then that Tommy cleared his throat, successfully snapping both of their attention to him.

"This is disgusting."  Disgust evident in his voice but it went unacknowledged by both y/n and Alfie.

"Glad to see you too, Tommy," was y/n's answer to his brother.

"I'm glad you're okay," he said eyes softening in the subtlest way when they landed on y/n. Then he turned to Alfie, " I won't forget this, Mr Solomons. Even though it changes nothing."

"Didn't think it would," Alfie answered while y/n simply rolled her eyes at them.

"I'll leave you to it, then." Pocketing the lighter he had been playing with, Tommy stood up and after lightly nodding at them he went to walk out of the room.

"See you soon, Tommy," Y/n called for him before he was out of the door but she knew that he had heard her.

"See you never," Alfie mumbled under his breath clearly of another opinion. Despite his intentions, y/n had heard him and went to smack him with whatever small energy she had left. Of course, her touch went almost unfelt but Alfie had the decency of feigning hurt.

"So, you know what this means." She spoke again after a while. She never much cared for silence.

"That you're brother's an ass, yeah. Already knew that, dove." Alfie pointed it out, leaning back in his chair, legs widening, his cane resting between them.

"That it's official," she smiled ignoring Alfie's jab at her brother, she looked at him smiling "you've met my family."

"Bloody hell, what did I get myself into." He grumbled hiding his face in his hands. Jokes on him though if he thought she was the difficult one between them.

"Oh shut up, I'm a fucking delight." Shifting around to get more comfortable, she closed her eyes again. It was time to get some rest.

"Yeah, in your sleep maybe." Knowing it to be true, y/n didn't feel the need to say anything, however, if her eyes had been opened she was sure to say anything about the fond smile on Alfie's lips. She secretly loved how much of a sap he really was. Not that she was ever going to tell him, of course.

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Aizawa, Todoroki and Shinsou bringing their kids to work

Request: I just binged your whole blog and let me tell you Hawks bringing his kid to school was fhrqhelfifreh so could I request todoroki shinsou and aizawa bringing their kids to work - anonymous

Okay till the end of this week I’ll be giving you fluffy stuff because starting next week we are entering angst territory . I hope I finish the fic with Shirakumo’s daughter and then I have some angst requests to get to. So this is like a parting gift to happiness. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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Aizawa Shouta 

-He loves being a dad. 

-Unlike his students his son, Kaito, is a very very calm two year old. 

-They take naps together in their matching sleeping bags, Shouta is the only one who can feed him his vegetables and they usually grade papers together. 

-You are the one who looks after Kaito while Shouta is at work and once he gets home you go off to your agency. 

-So basically Kaito spends half of his day with you and half with Aizawa. 

-When you were called in that morning because of a villain attack, you had to leave Kaito with Aizawa. 

- “I’m so sorry Shouta, Midnight was assigned on this mission with me and I don’t really trust Hizashi with a two year old.”

-He chuckled, taking a sleeping Kaito from your arms and giving you a kiss on each cheek and then on your forehead. 

- “Don’t worry kitten, I’m sure he will be an angel.”

-In the teachers lounge, before class starts for the day, nearly half of the staff is cooing over the still sleeping toddler. 

-They keep complimenting Shouta about how much they look alike and how cute he is. 

-He just grumbles about how he wants them away from his son.

-He was saved from the bell, dashing to his class surprising all of his students with his sudden appearance. 

-They hadn’t yet seen the baby in his arms until he stirred in his sleep, a few baby words tumbling from his mouth. 

-Mina was ready to let out a really really high pitched squeal when Sero slapped her mouth shut. 

- “Its sleeping!”

-Aizawa just let out a sigh and set his stuff on his desk. 

-He went to start his lesson like usual but that apparently wasn’t an option. 

-Sir you have a baby in your arms don’t expect us to stay silent and learn something useful. 

-Kaito woke up a few minutes into the whisper shouting argument Shouta was having with 18 teenagers. 

-He slowly blinked the sleep from his eyes, letting out a small yawn before looking around, his e/c eyes landing on all the new faces. 

-Everyone was silent, expecting the toddler to start crying at the change of scenery and at the absence of his mother but surprisingly no. 

-He rested his head on Shouta’s shoulder and shyly waved at the class. 

-Since he was awake Mina could be a little more vocal. 

-All the girls wanted to hold him, their main mission being to make him laugh. 

-Some of the boys were asking Aizawa some questions  while others were entertaining the toddler. 

-Kaito was really amazed by Shouto’s flames and he let out a heart warming laugh. 

-Uraraka made things float around the baby while Kaminari made small sparks. 

-Aizawa has never heard his baby boy laughing that much before.

 -At home he’s quiet, laughing only when you tickle him or when Shouta’s stumble scratches his plush cheeks. 

-Maybe taking him out more and letting the class hang out with him a little wouldn’t be so bad. 

-The last person who approached the kid was Bakugou, who crouched down to his eye level and they just stared at each for a solid minute. 

-Then Bakugou activated his quirk and the mini explosions made Kaito giggle and reach out to Katsuki. 

-The rest of the day was spent fawning over Kaito, nothing changed even after three hours of toddler entertainment. 

-When it was time to leave, the kids begged Aizawa to bring him again. 

- “Maybe I’ll bring him to the dorms at some point. But don’t irritate me you brats because otherwise he’s staying home.”

Bonus:

“I heard that you, little man, were a heartthrob today!”

*baby babbling*

“Yeah he didn’t let me teach.”

“Like it bothered you.”

“I never said that” 

Todoroki Shouto

-You had to go on a mission abroad for a week and today the twins’ preschool had informed you that they wouldn’t open today. 

-Frantically you called Shouto, proposing some solutions to your problem. 

- “I’ll take them with me.”

-He wants to spend more time with his girls anyway. 

-Both of them are very curious about their parents’ job and they have asked both of you to take them to work. 

-This was their chance. 

-You went to protest, knowing how stressing hero work could be and not wanting to stress your husband out more.

- “Love, I want them with me. I want to spend time with my snowflakes.”

-You couldn’t argue with that.

-He woke them up and helped them get dressed, leading them to the kitchen for breakfast while he simultaneously did their hair. 

-The twins aren’t really morning types so they tend to be really quiet until noon. 

-Telling them what they would be doing today, Shouto grabbed his things and stretched out both of his arms. 

-When people at the agency saw the youngest Todoroki with two little girls clinging to his hands they were confused. 

-They knew that he had a family, you two worked at the same agency after all, but they had never seen your kids. 

-And let me tell you that 90% of your coworkers are now cooing at the three year olds. 

-Shouto knew that his daughters didn’t really like crowds, even Rei who was the talkative one of the two would get shy and hide behind him when new people approached. 

-Because of that he scooped both girls up and quickly made his way to his office. 

-A few staff members greeting him and the girls but not many stopped him. 

-Once inside he set them down and went straight to work. 

-The girls are really quiet in general. 

-They pulled two chairs on either side of their father and sat there, coloring and doodling or just staring at his reports. 

-Surprisingly, Ren asked some questions while Rei stayed quiet.

-The crowd at the entrance must have exhausted her social battery. 

-Pushing his chair back, he pulled both of them on his lap kissing their foreheads before going back to his reports making small comments here and there to keep them updated. 

-Rei fell asleep after half an hour and it was the cutest sight. 

-Ren followed soon after, the little white and red haired humans clinging to his shirt like a life line as they snoozed off. 

-He took a picture and send it to you making you jealous beyond belief. 

 I want cuddles too!!!  😣😣😣  Someone’s jealous.🥰🥰

-He leaned his head on one of them at some point and he too fell asleep. 

-His secretary walked in to inform him of his father’s arrival and had heart eyes for the rest of the day. 

-She took a picture and sent it to you, informing you that your husband was sleeping on the job. 

-They were too cute though so she couldn’t bring herself to wake them up. 

-But alas there’s no rest for the wicked so he woke up at some point. 

-The rest of the day was spent with the three of them going to meetings, filing reports and training at the agency’s gym. 

-Watching two mini Shoutos running around the gym pretending to train is top tier stuff. 

Bonus

“Rei sweetheart don’t freeze your sister.”

“But she’s the bad guy!”

“Am not!” *flames flying*

“Ren don’t burn the place down.”

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Kei is actually the one who wanted to go to the agency. 

-She had asked both you and Shinsou to take her with you one day. 

-She may be using it as an excuse to skip day care but you do you hun. 

-It was her birthday and the little shit used that to her advantage.

- “Can I come with you to work? Pretty please?”

- “Kei...”

- “And it’s my birthday today.”

-You just level Shinsou with a glare.

- This is all you 

-Shrugs. 

-Now you have no choice but to take her with you and hope that everything goes smoothly. 

-The main reason why you didn’t want to bring her with you was the looming possibility that someone could attack and your little girl would be in extra danger. 

-Hitoshi reassured you that everything would be fine. 

- “Her parents are two of the best heroes in the industry, she’ll be completely fine. I promise.” 

-He woke her up the next morning, scooping her up and bringing her to the kitchen for breakfast. 

-She was really clingy in the mornings and wouldn’t function correctly if one of you didn’t hug her until she fully woke up. 

-Hitoshi is really soft for her during her birthday. 

-He’s soft for her everyday but today he’s ten times softer. 

-Gets her dressed and ready for the agency and is out the door in no time. 

-Shinsou talks about his family a lot.

-He has like fifteen photos of you and Kei in his office and a bunch of her drawings tapped to the wall. 

-He adores his family okay?

-So your coworkers aren’t so surprised when they see the small mess of violet hair resting in his arms. 

-She too doesn’t like crowds but won’t cower away. 

-She’ll put on a brave face and greet the strangers with acute politeness. 

-As long as one of you is in a ten inch radius she’ll be fine. 

-She answers all the questions that are being thrown her way. 

-She even sat there and suffered through a handful of cheek pinching. 

-Shinsou sees her suffering and scoops her up, excusing them and taking her to his office.

-You kissed her forehead and headed out to your own office, making her promise to visit you at some point because you too need some cuddles during work. 

- “We’ll catch bad guys momma!!”

-She is a curious little girl, so for the next two hours or so she’ll be exploring every nook and cranny of Hitoshi’s office, opening drawers and cabinets, digging through case files and boxes. 

-Then she might play with Hitoshi’s capture tool before visiting you for an hour or two. 

-You love having her attention but you know she’s simply taking a break from her dad’s office. 

-She’ll be back to Shinsou in no time. 

-Daddy’s girl.....it iz what it iz. 

-Around noon she starts to get tired. 

-If she was in day care she would be taking her daily nap.

-Her exploring tired her way too much and that’s why she’s now snoozing off in one of the armchairs in Hitoshi’s office. 

-He draped his jacket over her and let her sleep. 

-Later on you two took her to a meeting, allowing her some insight in the hero industry. 

-Plus she gets to hear the tea. 

-For training she tags along with you, doing some laps and trying -and failing- to do some push ups. 

-At the end of the day she was exhausted, sleeping soundly on Hitoshi’s shoulder as you made your way home.  

Bonus

“I don’t want her to grow up.”

“Well we could always make another one.”

“Way to be subtle mister....”

“Let me smash...”

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A3! Usui Masumi - Translation [SSR] Devilish Smile LIVE!! (1/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Citron: … This is a serious tissue...*

Tsuzuru: Issue, right?

Chikage: He was worried over tissues all of a sudden.

Itaru: Lmao.

Izumi: Ummm… (Are they in the middle of an important meeting…?) What’s the matter?

Sakuya: Ah, Director. We're deciding who will appear in Veludo Way’s local radio show, which we've been approached about before.

Izumi: Ahh. “Veludo Radio”’s “ACTOR’S☆STATION!!!”, right?

Tsuzuru: Yep. The one Banri and Taichi appeared in. The first thing we did after the concert was discuss who would guest star, but…

Masumi: We need to settle who will go on the radio soon.

Citron: That’s why I’ve been saying I want to do it!

Sakuya: Citron-san is apparently a fan of Theatre Tarou, the show’s host. So he’s advocating for himself to be on the show, but…

Citron: But they’re telling me not to. Everyone’s a meanie…

Tsuzuru: Erm, you see, we’re worried he might make blunder on-air.

Chikage: If Citron appears in the show, then the other member is going to have their hands totally full just backing him up.

Citron: You’re overestimating me!**

Tsuzuru: And that’s exactly why we said that…

Izumi: (Hmm… I feel bad for Citron-kun, but I guess I get what everyone’s saying.)

Citron: I sent postcards in night after night since I wanted them to be read by Theatre Tarou! All of you are harvest for ignoring my passionate feelings!***

Itaru: Heartless, I think? It’s not like I can’t empathize with Citron though.

Chikage: However, if they figure out who sent the postcards, they might not read them next time.

Itaru: Riiight. They select ones from general listeners for things like this.

Citron: Mmm… that makes cents.****

Itaru: We’re getting paid pennies?

Chikage: That makes sense.

Masumi: So, who’s gonna guest star?

Tsuzuru: You say that like it has totally nothing to do with you.

Izumi: Hey, now. Don’t worry so much about it. I’m supposed to accompany you guys when you go on the radio too. If anything happens, I’ll take responsibility.

Masumi: I’ll go. I won’t let her shoulder the burden alone.

Itaru: That’s Masumi for you.

Chikage: He sure doesn’t waver.

Option 1: “Thanks, let’s work hard together!”

Izumi: Thanks, Masumi-kun. Let’s work hard together!

Tsuzuru: Will it be okay? I can’t imagine him being able to do stuff like the free talk…

Masumi: I can talk as much as I need to if it’s about Director’s good points.

Izumi: I’d like you to keep that to yourself, Masumi-kun!

Chikage: That’s right. Other people might become interested in Director-san, you know?

Masumi: … I’ll stick to different topics then.

Izumi: G-great! I’m looking forward to it.

Option 2: “You have to talk a lot in the show. Is that alright…?”

Izumi: It’s a radio, so you have to talk a lot in the show. Is that alright…?

Masumi: I’ll overcome any hardship if it’s for you.

Itaru: How magnificent.

Chikage: That being said, Masumi’s not the type to talk that much. It might be better if the other member was someone who’s good at steering the conversation.

Masumi: I’ll be fine on my own. They’ll get in the way of Director and I’s radio date.

Tsuzuru: Your conversation partner is the radio host. It’s not a date…

Izumi: Then the other person who will guest star with Masumi-kun will be…

Tsuzuru: As for me… I’m not sure I can steer the conversation.

Sakuya: I’m sorry, I’m not that confident either…

Citron: That’s why I’m saying I’ll do it! I’ll steer the topic all over the place!

Itaru: They’re gonna crash for sure.

Izumi: Alright, it’s either Itaru-san or Chikage-san then.

Tsuzuru: Do you two listen to the radio?

Chikage: Well, I supposed I tune into the news.

Itaru: I listen to stuff like Friday Night Nippon.***** It’s the perfect thing to listen to as background noise when I’m going through the dailies in my social games. It’s surprisingly interesting. Idols and entertainers go on, and they share some pretty witty responses.

Chikage: Oh, right. That radio’s hashtag trends on SNS too.

Tsuzuru: If Itaru-san’s that familiar with them, then isn’t he the right person for the job?

Itaru: Seriously? I mean, I’ve done a livestream with Masumi before, so it’s no biggie.******

Masumi: It’s a problem for me.

Sakuya: Now, now…

Citron: Urghhh… I wanted to meet Theatre Tarou… Make sure you talk to him lots for me, alright, you two!

Itaru: Got it.

Masumi: I said you don’t have to come.

Izumi: (Um, I’m sure those two will manage somehow…)

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*Citron originally says "現代" (gendai: modern era), which Tsuzuru corrects as "問題" (mondai: problem). Chikage originally comments Citron's worried over modern society all of a sudden. **Citron says "買いかぶり" (kaikaburi: overestimate), which I assume he misspoke from "見縊る" (hikubiru: underestimate/look down on). ***Citron originally says "彫刻" (choukoku: carving/sculpture), which Itaru corrects as "冷酷" (reikoku: cruel/heartless). ****Citron originally says “三千里” (sanzenri: 3000-ri, a distance of about 12000 km.) Itaru’s original response was “母でも訪ねる気” (~he feels like visiting his mother too), which is a reference to the famous, old anime “母を訪ねて三千里” (3000 Leagues in Search of Mother). Chikage corrects Citron with "一理ある" (ichiri aru: ~has a point/makes sense). *****This is a reference to the popular, real-life radio program “オールナイトニッポン” (All Night Nippon). ******References Masumi’s SR Twins:Black card.

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