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stargazer-balladeer · 4 years ago

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Hello! May i request a headcanon for : Goro, Ryuji ,Akira and Yusuke x a pregnant s/o? Like how each of them would treat their repesctive significant other when they are pregnant?

“For the love of a child” [Persona 5]

Characters Included: Goro Akechi, Ryuji Sakamoto, Akira Kurusu & Yusuke Kitagawa + F! Reader

Notes: adhdhevsgz this is too cute— i got carried away btw 👀 Hope ya’ll like it!

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Goro Akechi

When he finds out you’re pregnant, he would be initially worried. I mean, he grew up in a not-so-friendly environment. And have you met his father?? So yeah, he has every right to be worried-

But if you reassure him that he’ll not be like his father. He would calm down and get excited about it. He will try to calm his excitement but he can’t help but hug you because he can’t contain it-

He will treat you like glass. He would research on pregnancy so that he knows what you and he should do during this time period. You two would go to every doctor appointment schedule. Even though he might be busy, he would always make time to go these appointments.

As much as he wants you to relax, he knew that his efforts will be futile because you will do as you please. So he makes you promise you’ll be careful while doing things. Though he would make your tasks easier by already cleaning the ones you can’t reach 👀

Akechi is aware of how pregnant people behave. So he won’t be surprised when he sees you going from laughing to crying to screaming at him. In fact, I think he would find it funny on how fast your mood can change-

Akechi would rub your stomach, especially if its starting to bulge. He would softly talk to them as you two lay in the bed. He would do this if he has a hard and stressful day. On ordinary days, he would feel embarrassed to talk to your stomach so he resorts to just rubbing it.

He is fully-prepared when you went to labor. So when you started to scream, he’s already grabbing the bag that is filled with the things needed and carry you to the car to get to the hospital. Honestly, he might panic a bit but still maintain his cool as he explains to the nurses that you’re about to give birth-

He’ll be by your side as you’re giving birth. He might wince in pain when you hold his hand tightly but wouldn’t complain about it. Akechi’s heart would burst with pride and joy when he hears his child’s cry.

You can see literal tears of joy in his eyes as he sees his child and holds it. He’s very careful in holding them. When the child opens their eyes, Akechi knew right then and there that he’ll protect his child with every fiber in his body.

Ryuji Sakamoto

Ryuji’s mind literally stopped working when he heard that you’re pregnant. Like he’ll be staring blankly at you or the pregnancy test in his hand. His mouth keeps open and closing, it almost makes him like a fish actually- basically, you broke him 🙃

Ryuji would only snap out if you slap him, hard, in the face or arm. He would blink before a grin overtook his face as he hugs you tightly. Before promptly letting go and panicking when he realized that his action might’ve hurted his baby. You would need to calm this eccentric guy down-

You swear that you’re already taking care of a baby whenever Ryuji tries to do something for you. He tries okay? But he isn’t that good. He’ll always want you to rest and always be there when you need him to be. Whenever you have a doctor’s appointment, Ryuji tries to be there on time but sometimes, lady luck can be quite mischievous at times 👀

Ryuji would most likely scream at you when he finds out that you’re still doing your daily tasks. This would result in you two arguing on whether or not you should be working. The end result is Ryuji admitting defeat, but makes a promise with you that you’ll be extremely careful-

Ryuji is always surprise whenever you’re mood changes, like no joke. He would legit flinch when you’re screaming at him, one moment you were laughing and the next thing is that you’re screaming at him-

He would be hesitant in rubbing your stomach really. His mind is filled with questions like “what if i press too hard?” “What if i accidentally kill our baby?!”. You would need to calm him down and place his hand on your stomach. His eyes would brightened up if the baby kicks- (this guy is so fucking adorable—)

As much as Ryuji wants to be fully-prepared like Akechi, he can’t. Atleast, his procrastinating ways don’t want to. It isn’t until the last minute that he’ll start preparing- when you’re literally about to give birth of your baby that he starts to prepare- so imagine the chaos of him just shoving everything he deems important in a dufflebag and then rushing to the hospital- the nurses and doctors would probably need to calm him down.

Ryuji would definitely complain a bit if you squeeze his hand too hard but wouldn’t mind it. He’s just horrified at the sight of a baby literally coming out of you- he might pass out from it.

When he comes to, he’s already in a different room (how he got here, he didn’t want to know-). When he turns his head to the bed, the sight before him made his heart melt. You were sitting with your newborn baby in your arms, with a soft smile on your face. He would slowly go to you while looking at the baby. You literally have to force him to hold the baby because this guy would overreact and start imagining the worst-case scenarios- when he does finally hold the baby, he would honestly cry at how precious his child is.

Akira Kurusu

When Akira finds out you’re pregnant, he would be surprised but quickly recovers as he moves towards you and hugs you. He would have a soft smile on his face as he coo at you of how two will be amazing parents and how spoiled they’ll be when their finally born-

This boy is so chill, like he’s probably the calmest among the boys. It might not seem like he’s excited when you announce your pregnancy, he is, I promise. Inside, everything is going off like fireworks. He just can’t believe that he’ll be a father.

Akira is actually knowledgeable in this stuff, despite not having siblings. He knows what willl happen, what he and you should do and all that stuff. He will join you in every appointment and makes sure to never miss any.

He doesn’t mind that you’re still doing your daily task, though he would reprimand you if you’re trying to reach something in the ceiling while stepping on a chair. Akira would be careful with you, but he knows that you can handle yourself so he didn’t really worry. He’ll help you with some chores like cleaning, laundering, cooking and others.

Akira is a patient guy, which is actually good because your mood can shift from being angry to happy to sad in seconds. He honestly finds it amusing. He also found a technique in calming you down, he will just pull you towards him and cuddle with you, and viola! You’re okay 😃

Akira rubs your stomach long before the bulge even appears, it became a habit of his now. He will softly sing to it as he holds you close to him, whilst still rubbing your stomach. Sometimes, he will tell stories to the baby while also talking to you.

Like Akechi, he is prepared if anything happens. So like when you started screaming about giving birth, all he has to do is carry the bags to the car (yes he can drive) and carry you in and off you two go- like I said earlier, he’s the calmest among the four. So he’ll calmly explain to the nurses and doctors (but theres a hint of panic in them-) that you’re about to give birth-

He doesn’t mind if you’re literally squeezing the life out of his hand. He might encourage it even- he deems it fair considering you’re literally giving birth a baby and he’s only dealing with you squeezing his hand- so it seems fair. His heart would burst when he hears the baby - his child - crying.

Akira would smile brightly as he holds the baby in his hands. He would coo at them while giving it to you so that you can hold them. At the sight of you, tired from giving birth, while holding the baby, he made a mental promise to himself that he would protect the two most precious things in his life.

Yusuke Kitagawa

Yusuke would be confused at first. Pregnant? With a baby? How does that work? You would have to explain to him about it then he’ll get it. He’s honestly worried at first, I mean, he didn’t have the best childhood to begin with- he can hardly eat before-! How does one expect him to be able to take care of a baby when he couldn’t even take care of himself?

You need to reassure him that he’ll be a wonderful father in order to calm him down. The restless thoughts wouldn’t leave his head immediately, but your words manage to make it disappear momentarily at this moment. Then he’ll be a bit excited to see his child.

He honestly doesn’t know how pregnancy works so he might research it a bit and/or ask his group of friends, who were kind enough to tell him about it while congratulating him (“yay! inari finally has the balls-!” — futaba). He would try his best to remember all of your doctors appointment but he might get too caught up with his work that he might forget about it. He’ll apologize to you if that happens.

Yusuke tries his best to help you rest by doing all the chores but it ends up in a even more disaster, so in the end, you two will have to work together. As much as he wants you to rest while you’re pregnant, he is also aware of his own incapabilities so he’ll seek your help.

At first, he would flinch and be confused when you’re mood swings started to happen. He honestly didn’t know what to do when you started to cry, and when he went to touched you, you suddenly got angry. This poor boi didn’t really know what to do- but he slowly got used to it as days go by. But he still flinches when you get angry at him—

Yusuke would stare at your bulge with amazement, silently wishing he could paint you right there and then. So when you ask if he wants to feel the baby’s kicks, he didn’t hesitate to put his hand on your stomach, slightly rubbing it. His eyes would widen and sparkle when he felt the kick, looking at you and making you chuckle at how adorable he looks.

It depends if Yusuke remembers to prepare things or not, if not, chaos. If yes, yay, to the hospital you two go. He’s not panicked at all really, he’s also calm like Akira. He would calmly explain to the nurses and doctors while you scream in pain behind him-

He doesn’t mind or care if you’re crushing his hands. He’s more fixated at the scene before him- the fact that a small human is about to go out of you. What wonders. He stares until he hears and sees his baby. He would smile softly at them, wishing he could hold them right there.

Yusuke would have the most softest and calm look on his face as he gazes at the baby, and when he holds them, he would coo at them. Already planning to teach them how to paint in the future. He also made a silent wish to them that he would try his best to shield them from people taking advantage of them and using them-

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devinescribe · 4 years ago

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Hey guys, it's me, ya girl-

Um, so anyways, I have found out my cat has a sickness we can't treat, and he's going to die. My parents are telling me I have to decide on what I want to do, and if I want to put him down or wait a bit, and like if I want to cremate him after or what I want to do basically. I'm really sad because he's been my best friend for 5 years. So, this is my attempt of comfort, I'm sorry if it seems selfish for me to write something like this, it's just the way I want to express myself. This will still be a (Y/N) thing, so yeah... side note, I cried a lot while making this, so if there's any spelling mistakes or whatever, blame it on my 5th mental breakdown this week, mmk? I love you all so much, thank you for the support, l hope you

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Enjoy?

.... this attempt at writing....

Comfort for the loss of a pet

Alice in Borderland

Arisu

"Hey, shshsh, it's ok, breath," he whispered, hugging you tightly as you cried into him. You were a wreck, and it was apparent. "I-i I'm s-sorry," you whimpered, tears streaming down your cheeks. You weren't used to showing emotions like this. It made you feel weak. "It's ok, you don't have to apologize. Just let it all out, ok?" He comforted. You snuggled your face into his chest, your body shaking in sobs. He held the back of your head in a protective manner. "I-im going to m-miss them s-so much," you cried, grabbing onto his shirt. "I know, I know... calm down. Breath," he whispered, rubbing your back with his other hand.

You had fallen asleep after a few hours of crying, and he kept watch over you. You had never cried over people dying in the games. Maybe it was because you didn't care for them, but even still. And here you were, crying over the death of your pet. He was always going to be by your side, of course, and he understood why you would cry so much. They had been your best friend. They were probably the closest thing to company when the games started, and now they were gone. It made him feel horrible that he couldn't help more than comforting you. He heard the bed move, and he looked up, snapping out of his thoughts. "Arisu?" You asked sleepily, looking around. He stood up, going over to the bed. "I'm here. I didn't leave. Are you ok?" He asked, sitting besides you. You immediately grabbed onto his arm, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I... I think so... They were my best friend you know... It fucking sucks that life gave me something good. Something amazing for once. A piece of happiness. And it... it... it t-took it away," you stated, a whimpering tone growing towards the end as you tried to keep in your tears. "I know they were. You can't rant to me about it. I'm here to listen. I'm here for you, ok?" He comforted, giving you a kiss to the top of the forehead. He knew that losing a pet was like losing a family member. He knew how much hurt you must be going through, and it hurt him. It was like he could feel your pain. "Anything you want or need, I'll give it to you. If you want a bit a space or alone time with your feelings, you got it. Just say the word," he said, looking out the window in the room. "I just want some cuddles right now. And sleep... maybe if I sleep enough the pain will go away... it's like there's a hole in my heart, and it hurts so much 'Risu... please don't leave me alone... don't leave me right now..." you whispered. "I wouldn't dream of it angel," he said, laying you back on the bed. He laid besides you, holding you tightly in his arms. "I'm here for you."

Chishiya

He didn't understand why you were crying, at first. He had just walked into your room to discuss some things, when he saw you crying. You never cried in front of others, or cried period. He didn't get it. "Is something wrong?" He asked, standing at the end of your bed. "No, th-thats why I'm crying," you answered sarcastically, rolling your tear filled eyes. He remembered what some people were talking about. That someone's pet had died. They had described what yours looked like, and he hoped that they were mistaken. Maybe you were crying over something else? He watched as the tears fell down your face. He sighed quietly. "What's wrong then?" He questioned, walking over besides you. He had heard what had happened, but still wanted to make sure that was what you were crying about. He didn't want to seem stupid. You sniffled, holding onto the pillow on your bed. "(P-p/N) died. Their g-gone and I-I can't bring th-them back," you whimpered, hiding your face into your pillow. A part of him felt a pang of pain. He had always liked your pet. He knew you never cried over the deaths of people at the games. Usually, you two spent the nights together after games. Dates, of sorts. But, now you were crying over the loss of an animal. He couldn't help but feel a feeling of pitty. Which he quickly extinguished, knowing that pitty was the last thing you wanted or needed. You needed comfort.

He laid down on the other side of the bed, pulling your sitting figure next to him. You turned to face him with tear filled eyes. "W-what are you doing?" You asked. "You're obviously upset. You never cry, so this must be very important to you. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't at least make you feel better," he answered, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. You sniffled, but nodded. You put your head on his shoulder, hugging him."I know my opinion doesn't matter, and that these words might seem empty to you, and I promise they're not, but... they were a good (boy/girl). The best. I quite enjoyed their company, and I'm upset that their gone as well. Obviously not more than you, but still," he said, sincerity in his tone. He cut himself off before he rambled to much, and made you feel worse. A habit he had that he absolutely dispised about himself. "Thank you Shi-Shi... It means a lot to me," you whispered. He ignored the fact that you used a nickname he hated (he likes it, just thinks It's embarrassing), deciding comforting you was more important to him in that moment than scolding you. "No problem darling... Take your time."

Niragi

He had gotten back from his usual patrol, and saw you just laying on the bed of your shared room, staring at the ceiling. A totally blank stare up. He couldn't see much, as he's blind as all hell (sorry, I had to make myself laugh for a second because I'm crying a lot), but he could make out that much. He sighed to himself, seeing as he'd have to put on his glasses. (I'm still trying to make myself laugh, please don't judge me) He did, and noticed the tears cascading of your face. The droplets leaving a trail behind. "(Y/N)? What's wrong?" He asked, going immediately to you. You didn't answer. Now, usually, he would be a bit mean to you if you were crying. But you only cried when... well, that's for his memory, and his memory only. (Still trying to make myself laugh, it's not working) You were not one to cry. You were also not one to be quiet. Which worried him the most. You were awake, obvious by the way you were staring up. He shook your shoulder lightly. "Princess, come on. What's wrong?" He asked. You had finally looked over at him. The smallest smile was on your face. "You're finally wearing your glasses you dummy?" You questioned, your voice shaky. He ignored that. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He repeated, sitting you up, putting your legs over the edge of the bed. He dried your tears, and watched as you bit your tongue, and looked up. (That's how I try to stop myself from crying ahaha) "(P/N)... d-died," you stuttered. You bounced your leg, trying to stop the tears. His eyes widened a bit. "Oh..." was the only sound he could make. He wanted to help, but didn't know how to. He knew how to treat physical wounds. But to help someone heal from a broken heart? No. But, he thought about ways to help.

He picked you up, sitting you in his lap, before laying down. You stayed laying on top of him, your head pressed to his chest, hearing his heartbeat. "... are you ok? I mean like, obviously your not ok, but I mean like I don't know what else to say, and gods I sound dumb right now," he rambled. You laughed slightly at this. "Was that your attempt to make me feel better?" You asked. "Maybe," he said. Maybe him unintentionally bringing out his awkward side would make you feel better. He didn't know, but as long as it made you smile and feel better, he'd do whatever it takes.

#hurt comfort #alice in borderland #chishiya #niragi #arisu #vent #🙂✌#that seems wrong #i cried a lot while writing this #tried to cheer myself up at the end #i dont think it worked #send a therapist please♡#i love all of you #please dont hate me

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blkmxrvel · 5 years ago

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Haven’t Forgotten My Way Home (14)-[CONVERTED]

Pairing: Kara Zor-El x Female!Reader

Summary: In the D/s society of National City, men and women abandoned by their Dom/mes or otherwise deemed unfit for life “outside” end up at the Mount Overland House for Orphaned Submissives. It is here that Kara Zor-El finds Y/N Hastings, broken and fearful from mistreatment at the hands of her former Dom. Can Kara coax Y/N back into the world that once so terrified her, and show her the true meaning of care and submission?

Warnings: Domestic Violence (Flashbacks, Mentions and Descriptions), Misogyny, Domination/Submission.

A/N: this doesn’t count as writing, bc i didn’t write it im just converting shshshs. plus im falling more and more in love with Kara each week. also, i’m redoing my masterlist since i changed my url and none of the links work so.

There were numbers for everything and everyone that Y/N Hastings could possible need, including three theaters, on her new phone.

There was also Angry Birds, which she was perfectly willing to blame for the fact that it took her an hour and a half to text Kara back after her “Good morning :)” message. It felt a little strange, when she realized it, that she didn’t feel panicked as she normally did when she took so long to do something. But that was probably because when she texted back a hello and an apology (blaming the game) for being delayed, all she got back was another smiley, and a cheerful “Hope you’re having fun!” What little uncertainty Y/N had vanished with that response, replaced with a warm feeling that maybe, just maybe, sometimes it was okay to do things on her own time.

But now, the game aside, Y/N sat staring at her contacts list, or, more importantly, at those three theater numbers. Her thumb settled over one, labeled National City Playhouse, and she pressed it, then the call button.

Two rings, then, “National City Playhouse?”

Y/N hung up.

She tried the next number. And hung up as soon as they answered.

Y/N sighed and got up from the couch in Nia’s living room, where she’d been lounging around, and began to pace the floor. Miss Kara had done so much for her, Y/N thought. She wanted to do something in return, and not only that but she wanted to see her again. It had been two days since she’d seen Miss Kara. She’d told Y/N she had to do some travelling for SETS, a seminar she needed to attend. And though Y/N knew Miss Kara had a job to do, it didn’t stop her from feeling a little lost in her absence. Y/N had spent the time watching television and going to her therapies at the House. She’d talk to Nia in the evenings when they had dinner, but as much as they shared in common, it still wasn’t the same as being with Miss Kara. Y/N had yet to venture back out into town, even though Nia had let it slip that they were running low on food supplies. That had made Y/N feel guilty, even as Nia had hastened to explain that she was just trying to help Y/N go out, not that she blamed her for anything.

The one bright spot had been last night’s phone call before bed; Kara had called her to let her know she’d be home the following day, finally. Y/N had lain in her bed with the cell phone pressed to her ear, smiling at Kara’s quiet questions. Had she been taking care of herself? Had she been eating enough? Was Nia being good to her? Did she talk anymore to Maggie? And then her gentle laughter when Y/N had turned the questions back on her. Both of them had reassured the other that yes, they were taking care of themselves… and yes, they missed each other.

So Y/N wanted to do something when Kara came back the next day, to show her that she had missed her, and that she was glad she’d come home. And she knew Kara loved the theater, so…

It was time for her to plan a date. But there would be no planning, and no date, if Y/N couldn’t even talk to a stranger on the other end of the line.

She stared once more at the phone, before selecting a number, and dialing.

“Hey, little Y/N, what’s up?” There was some shuffling, then Ask her if she’s okay in the background, and Y/N smiled. “You okay?”

“I’m all right, but I do need your help.”

“Ooh, if it’s help you need, I’m your girl. Toilet stopped up? Creepy attic needing exploring? Any assholes from a former life that maybe need tracking down and—“

“Maggie Sawyer-Danvers.”

That was Alex, and Y/N giggled.

“Sorry, Ma’am. Really though, Y/N, what’s up?”

“I need to know about theaters in National City.”

“… Ma’am? I think you better take this one.” She could hear Alex chuckling, then a sound as if Maggie’s phone was put on speaker. “I don’t know anything about the theaters except Ma’am and I went with Kara a couple times, like I told you. I never pay attention to what’s showing; I just know that we have to get front row seats because Kara gets cranky if someone tall sits in front of her.”

“She could always sit on my lap if that happens.” The words were out before she could even think, and Y/N clamped her mouth shut. Stupid, she told herself. Stupid, stupid, she’s not even your Mistress.

There was a pause, and then Alex’s voice came over the phone, dry and amused. “She could indeed. Y/N, why the sudden interest in theaters? She didn’t put numbers in your phone, did she?”

“Yes?”

“Ah, as she did when she picked up mine one day. Sneaky girl, our Kara.”

Y/N turned pink at “our,” and said quickly, “I want to take her on a date. To the theater. But I.. I don’t…” She trailed off.

How did you tell a Dominant – a female Dominant – that you didn’t know how to do something? Those words had never been good for her; they’d never gotten her anything more but a slap and a disgusted “Well you’d better learn.” But there wasn’t really any way for her to learn; Sir didn’t allow her on the internet and it wasn’t like she could call up her mother and father to ask them. That would have been awkward enough if all contact with them hadn’t been virtually cut off the minute she turned sixteen.

Russell and Judy Hastings had also been an arranged claim. Their pairing, however, had been a little later than Y/N’s; Russell Hastings had wanted to establish himself in the business world first, as his father had done before him, and so he finally claimed Judy when he was twenty-three. By all accounts theirs was a good match, at least in public. Judy was classy and graceful; Russell stern and proud, always ready with a smile and a glass in his hand. When Y/N was born, she was paraded in the parties and in town as the product of how “old society” worked, and was better. She was the perfect example of arranged claims done right.

But away from the parties, Y/N had grown up as a shy little girl in the stifling air of the Hastings household. Her father was loving and firm with his submissive when they were out of the public eye, but in the privacy of their home, he was indifferent at best, and cold at the worst. Judy drowned her sorrows in the alcohol that her husband kept readily available for his clients, and Y/N was fairly certain her mother suffered for that transgression once the bedroom doors were closed. But in the mornings her mother would put on a brave face, even as she moved a little stiffly, and told Y/N how wonderful it would be when she was in the arms of her own Sir.

Y/N had doubted it, and now, she knew her instincts had been right.

James had gradually taken away her contact with her parents; she had initially called them once every few days to catch up, though her father would immediately hand the phone to her mother after a few cursory pleasantries, and her mother always seemed to be in a hurry to fix dinner, or get to a social gathering, or anything that would let her hang up the phone as quickly as possible. But Y/N needed to call, needed that last tenuous hold on the life she’d left behind, even if it had been less than ideal. James, however, seemed to have different ideas, and every weekend or holiday she was to spend with her parents, something always came up and she was to remain at home. Finally, the opportunities to see them had just faded away… and her parents never made the effort.

The last time she tried to call was that night.

“You don’t know how to set it up.”

Y/N turned her attention back to Alex, whose voice was soft and understanding. She nodded, and then rolled her eyes. She wouldn’t be able to see that.

“Yes. I mean no, no, I don’t. Can you… help me?”

She felt the panic rising up within her, and Y/N clenched her hand, not holding the phone, against the heat that began to course down her upper arms, the signal that she knew all too well. Her jaw was tight and she clutched hard to the phone with her other hand, waiting for what she knew would inevitably come. Because it always came: derision, laughter, irritation, anger.

“Of course I can help you.”

Y/N blinked. Well, that was unexpected. “You can?” she said, wanting to be sure. Maybe it was a trick, some kind of trap designed to lure her into a false sense of security.

“As I said, of course I can. Why don’t you and I meet somewhere and we can discuss options?”

And there it was. The snare, the net, the cage. Maybe she was one of those Dominants that wanted another pet; Si- James had often hinted that he wanted another, someone who was “easier to live with.” Then again, he’d also told Y/N that she could be replaced. She felt that familiar dread within her, that waking moment when she’d lay in bed and wonder was this it, the day she’d be out on the street with nothing and no one to protect her?

It was strange, Y/N thought briefly, as she began to stutter out her objections, that in the end, she had walked into the street with nothing, and no one to protect her.

“N-no, that’s all right, I’ll figure it out, I-I’ll just call and ask and m-maybe the theater people will—“

“Hey, little Y/N,” Maggie interrupted. “Do you like ice cream?”

Y/N furrowed her brow. “Yes?”

“Cool, so do I. And Ma’am promised I could have ice cream after I finally learned that Fiddler On the Roof isn’t a metal album. Hey, maybe I do know something about musicals. Anyway, why don’t we go get some ice cream? You, me, Ma’am? In the park? Public place, and we can talk about these big plans you have to sweep Kara off her feet.”

“I don’t know…” Y/N said slowly.

“It’s a public park, Y/N,” Alex responded gently. “There are usually quite a lot of people around this time of day, and I assure you that neither Maggie nor I will keep you from going home if you want to. Also ice cream cones.”

“Ice cream is good,” Y/N found herself giggling. She took a deep breath. Could she trust her? She’d been with Maggie and that was nice, but… Maggie was submissive too. She could probably do whatever she wanted to Y/N just as easily as Alex, but…

“What time do you want to meet?”

The taxi this time was easier, especially since Y/N remembered to pay the driver, and accept her change back. That didn’t extend to her actually conversing with him on the ride over to the park; he’d given up after the first five questions were met with just a stare. She probably was being rude to him, Y/N knew, but she didn’t know him, and he wasn’t Miss Kara, so she wasn’t obligated to answer him.

It was strange, being out and about in National City. Y/N had grown up here, had spent her entire life here, and yet she didn’t even know the city. She looked around the park; not seeing Alex or Maggie yet, she sat on a bench nearest the pond, feeling a little nervous. She smiled at the children who darted this way and that, playing ball and yelling back and forth to each other. What would their lives be like in a few years, she wondered. Would they be bent and broken, as she was, or would they stand straight and (fairly, if she was wearing heels) tall like Miss Kara? Their parents, those were the ones that gave Y/N the most pause. It was interesting that she couldn’t really pick up on who was in their respective roles: the man who ran his fingers through the woman’s hair as she rested her head on his lap, reading from a book; the woman who gripped another’s hand tightly as they walked along the periphery of the pond, both of them smiling warmly at Y/N as they passed. She returned the smile, only to have it fade as a man passed by her with a curt nod. She shivered a little.

It had taken her a couple of days to stop looking over her shoulder. The day she’d been brought to the House, after the hospital had released her, two people employed by the council had come to see her. They’d sat as Kara had, trying to ask her questions, trying to force her to answer, thinking if they spoke louder the answers would come. They hadn’t, and when Nia had seen Y/N’s arms wrapped around herself, the girl shaking violently in her chair, she’d sent them away. They meant well, Y/N knew, in spite of everything, but she thought they’d have sent her back to Him. After that, every new person who had come into the House she was convinced had been sent by Him. Every time the phone rang, she was sure it was Him, calling to have her brought home.

It had taken days for her to realize that she wasn’t going back. And even longer for her to realize that he was no longer Him. Every time she had thought of him in the past, each day that she rose and slept again under the rules that he had established, every detail that she had gotten wrong no matter how hard she tried, every blow of the whip that he kept stowed in a trunk in the bedroom, he had always been mentally capitalized, the God of His home and of her life. He was Sir and she was… words that stuck in her throat and hurt her chest. He was Lord and Master and she was little, and only now with Kara’s quiet “little one” uttered with affection, or Maggie’s “little Y/N” offered with a smirk and a wink, was Y/N realizing that that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. He was him, and she… she was Y/N.

She heard her name, then, and she glanced up to see Maggie headed her way with Alex following beside. She flexed her fingers in and out, and jumped a little when her phone vibrated, signifying a text. She quickly opened it.

I bought you a present! I can’t wait to give it to you!

It made her feel a little guilty, amid the excitement of a present from Miss Kara. She’d already given Y/N so much… but the date, Y/N thought as she stood up to greet Maggie. The date would be her way of saying thank you.

“Hey, Y/N,” Maggie said easily. She grinned and nudged her a little. “Look at you, no chair. That’s awesome.”

Y/N blushed a little. “I-I still can’t walk for long periods of time, I might have to sit down…”

“Then sit down we will,” Alex said with a smile. “You look positively radiant, Y/N. Please wear green all the time, it ma—“

“Matches my eyes, I know,” Y/N said, and then froze. Oh no, she’d interrupted her. Would he be angry? Please don’t yell at me, she thought, as she added hastily, “Miss Kara said that, she picked out a lot of green things for me to choose from while we were shopping…”

If it was possible, Alex’s smile only grew wider as she surveyed Y/N in her light green dress, the small hair clip holding back one side of her hair. “It’s good to see that Kara has taste in clothes, or, well, someone else’s, at least.” She must’ve seen Y/N’s eyes flash because he laughed, throwing his head back. “I’m teasing, I promise. Kara’s style is unique, and completely her own.”

“I’m still not sure that’s a compliment,” Y/N muttered, but she was so relieved that Alex wasn’t angry at her that she decided to let it go.

“Shall we walk?” Alex said, offering her arm to Y/N, Maggie taking her place on her other side. When she started to walk without accepting it, she pulled some brochures out of his back pocket without missing a beat. “I brought the brochures for the theaters that you have in your phone; it has lists of everything that’s playing this year. We should be able to decide on what Kara would most like to see, using these.”

Y/N nodded. “Thank you. So you think she’d… she’d like to go to the theater with me?”

Alex looked at her; once again her eyes were kind. “My dear Y/N, I think Kara would be over the moon just to stand in the same room as you.”

“You’re such a sap, Ma’am,” Maggie groaned. “Let me translate for you, Y/N: she’ll love it. Not because it’s the theater, but because it’s the theater with you.”

“Now who’s the sap?” Alex said, sticking her tongue out at her sub. “I’ve rubbed off on you.”

“Oh, I’d like you t—“

“So, those brochures?” Y/N held out her hand, and Alex gave them to her with a wink. It didn’t unsettle her as much as it should have; she wasn’t worried about what people would think as she walked through the park flanked by two women. If anything, it gave her even more protection; even in a progressive society like National City, women were treated with far more deference than men, and so most people wouldn’t have thought twice about Y/N walking with Maggie and Alex. And besides, there was always that casual, exciting dance of the unclaimed waiting to be claimed, a world of first glances and smiles, first kisses and first dates. All leading up to that blissful moment of knowing someone was yours, and you were theirs. No doubt if anyone did look twice at Y/N, they’d think her extremely lucky, to either have two subs, or be one of two.

“I don’t… know what all of these are,” Y/N confessed quietly, staring down at the lists of show names she held in her hands. “I don’t know if Miss Kara would like any of them…”

“As I said, I think she’ll be quite happy with anything you choose, simply because you are the one who did the choosing. But might I make a suggestion?” Alex asked.

Y/N nodded, and Alex pointed to one of the names in the brochure.

“Wicked?” She’d heard of it, Y/N thought, a long time ago when she was still at home. Something about it being the new big thing. Maybe it had been on the news that she’d watched while keeping an eye on Judy, passed out drunk on the sofa.

“One of Kara’s favorites. It’s a pity Funny Girl isn’t on tour at the moment, but perhaps one day you two can go to New York and see it. Wicked is a good introduction to the world of musicals, and something Kara knows far too much about, and she’ll be only too willing to share every single tiny detail with you until you are absolutely bored with it.”

“I don’t think I could ever be bored listening to her talk,” Y/N said softly, her head reeling. Wicked… Funny Girl… New York? Would she ever get to go to New York… one day? And with Miss Kara? Alex seemed to think so. Y/N blinked, realizing she had been staring at her with wide eyes.

“Now all that’s needed is for you to call,” Alex pointed out. Her smile to her was confident, reassuring.

Y/N paused for a moment, then pulled out her phone and dialed.

“National City Playhouse?”

She took a deep breath. “I’d like to reserve two tickets for a show, please.” She didn’t have a credit card, but Alex waved his at her, nodding when she promised to pay him back.

Minutes later she hung up the phone, giggling a little when Alex and Maggie whooped in triumph, clapping their hands. She’d done it. She’d just set up a date for herself and Miss Kara. It made her stand up a little straighter, walk a little better. She couldn’t wait until Miss Kara found out what she’d done.

“Maggie,” Alex said suddenly, leaning slightly across her to address her submissive. “Are you feeling well, pet? You’ve completely let us forget about the ice cream.”

“I didn’t forget, Ma’am,” Maggie said with a shrug. “But it seemed like working out the musicals thing for Kara and Y/N was more important.”

“Hmm,” Alex hummed. “I might just have to take your temperature when we get home.” Y/N saw Maggie roll her eyes; luckily Alex grinned. “Why don’t you go get ice cream for us while Y/N and I talk?” Y/N tensed, wanting to grab onto Maggie, but she was already moving away.

“What kind of ice cream do you want, Y/N?” he asked.

“I-I… vanilla,” Y/N said, and Maggie quirked an eyebrow as she walked off, backwards.

“Huh, nobody around here really likes vanilla. But okay, back in a second, Ma’am!”

She turned around, and Y/N was left alone with Maggie’s dominant. Her hands shook a little.

Alex regarded her carefully. “Public park, Y/N,” she reminded her, but there was no trace of anger or frustration in her voice. “We’re just two friends, two good friends – two best friends, you’ll get that after you see the show – who are walking and talking. That’s all, and you’re free to go whenever you like.”

Y/N hesitated, still watching after Maggie, before nodding. “All right.”

They walked in silence for a few minutes before Y/N felt herself growing tired. She’d been on her feet since Maggie and Alex had arrived, and now she was feeling the strain. “I think I need to sit down…”

“Of course.” Alex led her back over to the bench she’d sat on earlier, and then sat down beside her. She was quiet, and then said, “Kara seems to be quite taken with you.”

Y/N smiled a little. “I’m… quite taken with Miss Kara.”

“I believe one can see that easily by the way your eyes light up when you say her name,” Alex said with a smile, but her next words were serious. “I worry about Kara.”

“W-worry? Why?”

“Kara is a very strong person,” Alex said, looking as if she was choosing her words as wisely as she could. “She’s had to be, with her father’s illness, and her biological mother toying with her feelings the way she did. But she’s also very susceptible to hurt and becoming overwhelmed with her emotions. Luckily she had Lena to help with—oh but you don’t know about Lena…” Alex stopped, looking suddenly annoyed with herself.

“I do, actually,” Y/N said. “Miss Kara told me about her. That Lena trained her, and that they were… lovers.”

“Were,” Alex reiterated, relief on her face that she hadn’t told Kara’s secret. “But yes, Lena helped her with that, but sometimes Kara still wants everything too much and she’s easily… hurt. I don’t want to see that happen to her.”

“I-I don’t want that to happen either.” There was a sick feeling in the pit of Y/N’s stomach. Was she going to take Kara away from her? Forbid Kara to see her, or forbid her to see Kara? She wouldn’t let her do that, Y/N suddenly decided. She wasn’t going to tell her that she couldn’t see her Miss Kara.

Her Miss Kara…

“I’d do anything to keep from hurting her.”

“I don’t want to see you hurt either,” Alex said, and Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. “Not that I think Kara would consciously hurt you, but you’ve been through so much, Y/N. Things that no one ever deserves to go through, and if I could find him right now and punch him without messing up my hair I would.” Y/N snorted in spite of herself, and Alex grinned at her.

“Both of you deserve much happiness, and if it’s meant to be the two of you together, then it’s meant to be. But Y/N, please be careful, for Kara’s sake and yours. You’re only just discovering what you want, and there’s so much of the world for you and Kara to find separately and together before you jump into something that has the potential to hurt you both.”

Y/N nodded slowly. “I-I know,” she said.

“And listen; if you two do end up together please… tell her argyle gives you headaches. Or that you’re allergic to bows. Something. Anything. I’m begging you.”

She couldn’t help but laugh then, and Alex joined her, as Maggie came up with the ice creams and a confused look. She felt easy, light, as they sat together on a bench at a public park in National City, listening to the birds and enjoying ice cream cones.

She felt free.

And she couldn’t wait for Miss Kara to come home.

#kara danvers #kara danvers x reader #kara zor el #kara zor el x reader #supergirl x reader #madi converts

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photo album, mixtape, & interiors for all of the elswood kids, whom i love & would die for

photo album: describe one of your OCs' favorite memories.

elodie’s best memory was coming out to her parents. it was the summer before her senior year, and she had been feeling very #romantic feelings for kennedy throughout all of that year as well as the years before it to a lesser extent. on the second day of june, she sat her parents down and explained to them that she was bisexual, and, to her delight, they were awesome about it. they took tons of pics of her and her friends before she went to nyc pride that month and it was just. very pure.

kennedy’s happiest memory (well memories) is her visits with her warm, gentle, and loving aunt lillian as a young girl. her aunt was a spot of happiness in her dismal childhood, and she treasured every visit to her house in long island.

jasmine’s best memory is getting the lead role in her school’s production of romeo & juliet in junior year. she had rehearsed for it for months, and totally thought she wouldn’t end up getting the role of juliet after making a tiny mistake in her audition b/c she’s Extra like that, but she ended up getting the role!! w/ her Crush leo as her romeo! and she was amazing in it and so was he and he gushed about her performance to everyone after the show @ the cast party and it was just very pure.

hazel’s best memory was meeting jasmine in sophomore year. they clicked very fast and hazel was really glad that she made such a wonderful friend so quickly.

tennyson’s best memory was the first time he read “the song of achilles” at age thirteen. it was the first book he ever read with gay main characters, and he fell in love with it.

isaiah’s best memory was the birth of his little bro, levi. he was five when levi was born and he and his little sister, hannah, who was three at the time, were so so excited. they decorated the whole house w/ Major help from their aunts and uncles to be v welcoming for their new baby brother and their mom and it was just the cutest thing when their mom came home w/ levi and she was like :o!!!

leo’s best memory was the first show he was ever in. he played a munchkin in “the wizard of oz” in first grade and had a rly gr8 time, and that was what sparked his interest in theatre.

sybil’s best memory is the day that “crazy cascos”, the reality show in which they were forced to participate, ended. her parents were devastated, but they celebrated secretly.

mixtape: 5 songs that describe your OC(s) or songs they themselves would like.

gonna do songs they would like!

elodie bates:

“fourth of july” by sufjan stevens

“lover of the light” by mumford & sons

“sober” by lorde

“video games” by lana del rey

“someone new” by hozier

kennedy campbell:

“new rules” by dua lipa

“strangers” by halsey

“somebody else” by the 1975

“good grief” by bastille

“holy” by zolita

jasmine morales:

“charming” from great comet

“one day more” from les mis

“you are in love” by taylor swift

“wild” by troye sivan

“washington on your side” from hamilton

hazel washington:

“what kind of man” by florence + the machine

“explosions” by ellie goulding

“obsession” by sky ferreira

“cliff’s edge” by hayley kiyoko

"drew barrymore” by sza

tennyson dupont:

“the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us!” by sufjan stevens

“ivy” by frank ocean

“shine” by years & years

“take me to church” by hozier

“homemade dynamite” by lorde

isaiah olsen:

“forrest gump” by frank ocean

“liability” by lorde

“young and beautiful” by lana del rey

“carrie & lowell” by sufjan stevens

“bite�� by troye sivan

leo moreno

“the duel” from great comet

“seasons of love” from rent

“defying gravity” from wicked

“toxic” by britney spears

“the room where it happens” from hamilton

sybil casco

“ribs” by lorde

“cherry” by lana del rey

“the state of dreaming” by marina & the diamonds

“run away with me” by carly rae jepsen

“burn” by ellie goulding

interiors: describe your OC(s) bedroom/home/or a place they consider "theirs". what's in it? do certain items have a special significance to your OC?

elodie has very simple decor in her dorm. a deep blue comforter is paired with two matching pillows and a few photographs from home on her wall. her desk is very neat and well-organized.

kennedy has very minimal decor in her dorm. she has thick gold curtains with green vines across them that block out the sunlight in the mornings. her comforter is a deep green color, and she has just a few pillows. she also has a mahogany desk, where she stores her laptop, her phone, her chargers, her schoolwork, and a few books.

i’m only doing it for those two bc im lazy shshsh sorry bro

#asks #writing tag #elswood tag #oc tag #elodie bates #kennedy campbell #jasmine morales #hazel washington #tennyson dupont #isaiah olsen #leo moreno #sybil casco #errantgods

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