#IT’S THE SAD 😭 IT’S THE ANGST TERRITORY

[wenutted]

still not very familiar with asks, but could I request Blade, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Aventurine and Dr. Ratio x ghost!reader who came back after dying like ‘uh hey so crazy story’?

maybe they knew eachother before they died; or maybe not and reader just floats around until they find a person that can see them and tries to convince them to either A. Help them get back to resting in peace or B. Help bring them back to life (somehow) whichever works

Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, and Dr. Veritas Ratio [Seperate] w/ a Ghost!Reader

[CW]: [Not really much... I mean, I guess you're dead.. and vague threats]

[Genre]: [A bit of everything; a bit of crack, bit of angst, bit of fluff, mainly gonna tag it as misc. Tho]

[A/N]: [TYSM for this req!! Dhshdhf it was really fun to write!!!] ☆ [Also, I'm sorry that I removed Blade and Aventurine– I wasn't sure what to do for them, and I also tried to comply to my new character limit, so I could finish this in a reasonable amount of time 😭]

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Jing Yuan

-> Ooh okok so not really a ghost, but imagine being a heliobus, like Mr. Tail, and Cirrus!! Perhaps you're a bit more of a scaredy-cat than the rest of your kindred, so instead of running(floating?) around and causing trouble, you instead hide out in secluded areas, usually devoid of people.

◇ Heliobi are still naturally drawn to mischief, though– so when you see a carefree man, strolling casually through your space, you can't help but come crashing straight through his body, possessing him briefly.

◆ You can feel the man's body jolt at the sudden intrusion, your laugh echoing in his mind. However, once your little burst of confidence runs out, you're quick to leave and go back to your hiding place- still a bit giddy.

◇ Despite the scare, the man merely laughs alongside you, bidding you farewell as if you were an old friend. It felt as if he was staring right through you as he left.

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↑ Such types of scenarios soon become more and more common; the General would pass through your little territory, you'd try and scare him, and then you'd both laugh a bit. You rarely actually conversed, although the times you did were pleasant.

◇ Jing Yuan can't help but feel a bit sad when you inevitably wander back to Fyxestroll Garden, blending in easily among those of your kind. Not that he can blame you for leaving.

◆ You'll probably return a few decades later, when you eventually grow bored of your kindred spirits.

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Dan Heng

-> Trailblazing ghost....

◇ I'd like to imagine you're the type of spirit who can possess electronic equipment, like Rotom from Pokémon. So you basically broke onto the Astral Express and now permanently haunt all of the Nameless's nightmares.

◆ For such a tiny spirit, you act like a demon; synthesizing weird and possibly illegal foods for the Trailblazer, utilizing the coffee machine so that Himeko's beverage is cold– hell, once you even messed with March 7th's camera.

◇ But, throughout your reign of terror, the passenger you pranked the least was Dan Heng. (You'd once pretended to crash and erase the Data Bank and then he threatened to give you a first class ticket to your second afterlife. Given his abilities, you don't want to test whether or not he can actually do that)

◆ The two of you seem to have reached a point of mutual respect; not really digging into each other's lives, but still always ending up involved.

◇ Dan Heng is always being dragged into your pranks, while you often end up having to sit and stare blankly as he recites the entire FNAF lore, from memory, all with a straight face.

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Dr. Veritas Ratio

-> Today was truly a tragedy. Recently, one of Dr. Ratio's top students had passed away. They had such potential, and it's a shame to see such intelligence go to waste. Regardless, just because one person's life has ended, doesn't mean everyone else's lives can pause.

◇ So, with a heavy heart, the professor strides into his class, ready to solemnly break the news and continue his teachings.

◆ "Good morning, Mr. Ratio!" A familiar voice chirps; sitting in their usual seat and chatting joyously with their usual classmates.

◇ Veritas snaps his head towards you, eyes widening for only a fraction of a second before awkwardly clearing his throat. You're alive... but you're also not? Tf... Dr. Ratio has read many books, but he has only heard about the spirits of the dead returning in fiction.

◆ "....Good morning, ...〔Name〕. See me, after class." Is all he says to you before stiffly beginning the lesson.

↑ Dr. Ratio is definitely the most appalled out of everyone here– granted, maybe that's because he personally knew you when you were alive. It's definitely funny, though, trying to explain to him how you kinda just woke up, after you died.

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[dolphincultleader]

How Joshua would handle his S/O having an eating disorder or having issues with food

Tw- Eating disorder, reader has body image issues, one curse?, I am really sorry if I had trouble describing anything

A/N- How obvious is it that I am a sucker for angst?

Word Count- 810

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*In the early stages of your relationship with Joshua, he had no clue about it. You always did a good job of hiding it well. He always thought you were just a "slow eater", taking your time.

*Slowly by slowly, he started noticing subtle things. Like how you always needed to go to the bathroom after having meals. Or how you spend most of the time picking at the food and barely any time eating it.

*You always dreaded dates that involved meals. Sitting opposite to each other while eating was an idea that never amused you. Joshua must had noticed it since he stopped suggesting them a few weeks into the relationship. He figured you'll come talk to him when you're ready.

*One night, he had came to your place after work. Bag full of food in his hand. His mom had visited and dropped these for you both, he explained. He started setting up plates for you two to eat.

*You had been having an extra hard time eating last few days. Thankfully, you were both busy with your own work to realise that.

*As you both sat together, he started telling you about your day. You listened as you picked at your food, occasionally taking small bites. If he was put off by it, he didn't mention it. Within an hour, you were almost done eating. You felt sick.

*His phone went off suddenly, interrupting your conversation. He smiled apologetically as he took the call.

*As he ended the call, he apologised and said some work at come up. You were sad as you were looking forward to spending more time together. But you were also relieved since you wouldn't need to finish the last remains of the meal.

*As you walked him to the door and said goodbye, you felt a tinge of guilt. Yet as you closed the door, relieve flooded through your body, followed by nausea. You quickly trashed the food with a silent apology to his mother as you rushed to the bathroom.

*Without closing the door, you fell to the ground and hurled everything you had eaten. You felt your eyes tear up. You hated not being able to eat. You wanted to eat so badly. But whenever you ate, you felt like you're committing a crime against yourself. After every meal, you looked at yourself in the mirror in disgust.

*The sound of a throat clearing broke you out of your trance. You looked up at the door frame to see a very worried Joshua staring at you with narrowed eyes.

*"Love, wanna explain?" He asked sternly but behind that sternness was hidden concern.

*He sat beside you on the bathroom floor, handing you tissues as you told him everything. Midst that, you broke down. This was the first time you had been so open about this to any of your partners. This was new territory for you.

*As you kept talking, he felt his heart breaking for you. He couldn't believe he missed it all these months. While he relaxed and scrolled on his phone after every meal, you went to the bathroom puking up everything. And he had been fucking clueless. You went through that all alone. He thought you were enjoying it while you couldn't wait for it to end.

*He'd feel so guilty afterwards. You would need to assure him. You were the one who felt it a secret. How could he even know?

*Afterwards, he always took care of your meals. He'd try to make or order anything you want to eat. He knew that your bad relation with food and your body image issues wouldn't leave in one day. He had to handle this carefully.

*He always ate with you. No matter the tiny portion you were going to eat.

*He also started blurring the part of the packets where calories and stuff are written (sorry for the poor description 😭😭😭)

*He'd check on you every day to make sure you're at least eating enough to get by everyday.

*If you ever relapsed or break down, he'd always be there, holding you and letting you cry it out in this arms.

*The last thing he wanted was for you to think he was pitying you. He knew that you liked being independent and he would never cross any boundaries.

*He never acted like you were something he needed to fix. He never made you feel like loving you was a chore. Instead, he loved you like it was his habit

*The last thing he ever wanted was for you to struggle alone. The thought of you crying yourself to sleep and feeling alone made him want to throw up.

*He mentally thanks the universe because if only he hadn't forgotten his keys in your apartment that day, who knew when he would actually know about this.

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Masterlist

[blessedbyahuntress]

Sword Through the Heart

A/N: This is actually insane. I had so many mixed feelings while writing this (and yes, I woke up at two AM just to write this) and the last part is actually just so sad???? 😭😭😭

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Daughter!of!Demeter!Reader

Warnings: Angst, major character death, blood, and possibly some swearing??? I forgot

Word Count: 2.9k

(Before the events of The Lightning Thief)

You’d always loved your mother.

The kind and caring woman you knew to be Demeter was always looking out for you. She gave you your first weapon to protect yourself as your satyr guided you to Camp Half-Blood- two curved scimitars that gleamed in the sunlight and turned to two silver bracelets with gold pendants when you touched the hilts together. It was with these you killed your first monster.

It was your first week at camp, and your first time sleeping in Cabin Four; you’d been claimed during capture the flag that afternoon, after stealing your opponent’s flag all by yourself.

You replayed the scene in your head, holding a pillow close to your chest. There weren’t a lot of Demeter kids- your mother wasn’t really the social type- and that meant that the head councilor allowed two beds to be shoved together for extra slumbering space. Unfortunately you couldn’t sleep.

You wandered around the border, helmet tucked under your arm. To everyone you were just another kid to place at random and use as a distraction. No one really expected anything of you. 

And you used that to your advantage.

You knelt close to the ground, brushing your fingertips against the moss. You seemed to draw strength from the plant.

There was a screech from the other side of the boundary, and you winced. It sounded like the Hephaestus kids caught a Stoll brother in their traps.

You narrowed your eyes at the river. The stones normally used to cross it were farther away than you had time to run to, so instead you followed your instincts. You dipped a foot into the water, but your combat boot didn’t stay wet for long; the reeds that grew at the bottom of the riverbed reached toward the surface and lifted you up with them. 

You hopped onto the other side of the border. You paused only for a moment, looking behind you as you left your designated area. 

“They won’t miss me,” you murmured to yourself before taking off.

But someone had watched your disappearance. Luke was furious of course- he didn’t like it when people strayed from their posts- yet he also felt a little impressed.

He would follow you, but only from a distance. 

The wind ran its cold fingers through your hair, and you nearly laughed with delight before remembering that you were in your opponents territory. 

Heart still beating fast, you slowed to a walk. The Hephaestus cabin surely had traps set everywhere, so you narrowed your eyes at anything suspicious and avoided it. 

And then you reached Zeus’s fist. A couple of Aphrodite and Apollo kids were supposed to be guarding it, but they were mainly just flirting with each other. You rolled your eyes as you heard a few cheesy pickup lines getting tossed around. 

You quietly touched the gold pendants together, your two deadly-looking scimitars springing into existence only a moment later.

An Apollo kid, one that was actually paying attention, seemed to tense. He aimed his bow in your general direction and shot. 

You watched the arrow sail above your head. 

You rose from where you had been crouching. “Is that all you got?” You asked teasingly, eyebrows raised. 

“No,” came the muttered reply of the Apollo boy. He notched another arrow.

You lunged into battle, scimitars moving so fast, they had to have a mind of their own. Arrows came from every direction, but the only one that touched you only cut a slit in your jeans. 

You started with the Aphrodite kids, planting a foot in one of their stomach’s before whirling around to sweep a leg out from under another girl. A boy came at you, dagger raised, but you could tell he didn’t know how to use it. You gave him a pitying look as you disarmed him with one scimitar, the other cutting an arrow out of the air. 

You turned your attention to the Apollo kids, but growled in frustration when you realized they had retreated to a safer distance to shoot you from.

‘Screw it,’ you thought, touching the hilts of your scimitars together. You scrambled up the rocks, taking the flag just in time to block an arrow with it. 

You ran back toward the border. You could hear Apollo kids shouting for backup, but you didn’t glance back. There were probably so many Ares kids on your trail by then.

The river was in sight.

A spear soared past your ear. You concentrated, soaking your power into the ground. A tree branch a few feet ahead of you curled its leaves around the weapon, suspending it in place until you leaped up to grab it. 

You didn’t notice the glowing wheat symbol above your head.

Your little plant bridge was still there, but you had enough momentum to just jump across. 

You skidded to a stop, breathing heavily. You managed to raise the flag in triumph before promptly handing it to Luke, who seemed to materialize right beside you.

Your eyes locked for the tiniest of moments, and you felt a shock run through you. The Hermes boy cleared his throat, opening his mouth. “You-”

Whatever he was going to say, he didn’t get a chance to finish. 

The conch shell blew, signaling the end of the game. “Hail, Y/N L/N, Daughter of Demeter!” You heard Chiron boom before your vision had been overwhelmed by your siblings coming to welcome you and teammates going to congratulate you on winning the game.

Luke stood back, a small smile on his lips. You were far more outstanding than any of the Ares of Athena kids. 

You made up your own category, he decided. Y/N L/N’s were a different kind of amazing.

Before you knew it, the memory turned into a dream as you slipped peacefully into sleep.

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The second time you encountered Luke, you were holding a blade to his throat. 

You yelped as you realized who it was, dropping your hand almost immediately.

You had come out for a midnight stroll through the forest, not caring about the monsters who lurked in the shadows of the vegetation. As the new head counselor of the Demeter cabin, you had many new responsibilities, and could not afford stable duty if you accidentally decapitated the counselor of the Hermes cabin.

“Sorry,” you said roughly, offering your hand to him. Luke gladly accepted, dusting off his pants as he stood.

You turned and started to walk farther into the woods. 

“Wait!” 

You turned your head slightly, giving Luke a confused look. “What?” You asked.

He jogged to catch up with you, ducking a tree branch as you moved it out of your way with simply a command spoken in your mind. Luke would never tell you how cool he thought your powers were, instead aiming to be the same airy, confident, and cocky boy he was before you came into his life and stomped all over his ego.

“Why’re you out here this late?” Luke questioned, slowing to match your pace. 

You released a breath. “I had to get out of there for a second.”

“Ah.” Luke nodded with understanding. “Can’t stand your siblings? Or is it the responsibility?”

You sighed. “I could never hate my siblings,” you said quietly. “It’s just the pressure of having to be a role model.”

Luke’s mind tried to find a response.

“I’m just used to being in the shadows,” you continued. “Sometimes because I want to, other times because I’m just ignored.” You barked a laugh as you looked at the demigod walking beside you. The moonlight glinted in his eyes, and the only sign of a hard life was the scar running down the side of his face. “You never have a problem with that, I’m sure.”

“Oh?” Luke tilted his head. 

You wrinkled your nose. “I mean- yes, you have to deal with quests and being the camp’s ‘Golden Boy’, but do you understand the true art of being ignored? Do you understand what that can do to someone? ‘Cause I think you don’t.”

Luke kept his head tilted, as if actually considering your questions. You snorted before falling into a comfortable silence.

At least, comforting for you. Not for Luke. As much as he liked the quiet, he preferred getting to know you better.

“So…” He started. “What’s your favorite color?”

You stopped, turning to give him a look that clearly said, what the hell?

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You settled next to Luke.

The campfire roared, the golden flames higher than you’ve ever seen them. The warmth radiating off of the fire was almost too hot, but you were too tired to move to sit next to Annabeth. 

You rested your head on Luke’s shoulder, yawning. You and Luke had become best friends despite your differences. Since last week, when he’d started calling you, “Sunshine” and “Weed Wrangler”, you’d opted to call him “Cocky Jerk”. He seemed fine with that.

Luke watched as you drifted off to sleep on his shoulder. 

He was pretty sure he had a crush on you.

Luke tried to ignore the fluttering he got in his stomach whenever he was near you. He buried his feelings deep down inside him; he knew he had to leave soon anyway.

“What’re you looking at,” you muttered.

Okay. So apparently you weren’t as asleep as Luke thought you were.

“You,” he answered shamelessly.

You raised your eyebrows. “Wait!” You yelped, patting your face. “Do I have marshmallows on my nose again?”

Luke snorted in amusement before lifting your chin with two fingers. He’d gotten taller than you over the last few weeks, a fact that annoyed you. It continued to annoy you further when you realized you found it attractive. 

“No.” He leaned down. “Just admiring your pretty little face.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Oh shut up, you Cocky Jerk,” you murmured.

Luke dropped his voice. “I think you like it when I flirt with you.” It was more a statement, as if he already knew he was right. 

“Not a chance,” you said. 

His hand gripped your chin now. Not hard, of course. He would never forgive himself if he wasn’t anything but gentle with you. He dipped his head down so your noses were nearly touching. You felt your breath hitch.

“So this bothers you?” He whispered.

“Oi!”

Both of you whirled around so fast, Luke’s lips tickled against your cheek. If you weren’t already red, you were sure you were a tomato by now. 

Of course it was Connor Stoll. 

“Lovebirds!” He called. “Take it somewhere else, please!”

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(During the events of The Last Olympian)

The Empire State Building.

You hadn’t been up here since you saved Artemis. 

You followed Grover, Thalia, Annabeth, and Percy out of the elevator, and cracks immediately appeared at your feet.

“Jump!” Grover cried, hopping to the next slab of white stone. 

Percy grabbed Thalia’s hand and leaped after Grover. “Gods, I hate heights!” You heard her scream as they jumped over the chasm. 

Annabeth was in no shape for jumping. You looked down as more cracks appeared in the stone beneath you. You took in a shaky breath and grabbed both of the daughter of Athena’s hands. 

You lunged for the next slab, managing to throw Annabeth into Percy before gripping the side of the lab with one hand. 

Your feet were dangling in open air, gravity pulling at them. 

“Thalia!” You cried. 

The hunter grabbed your hand with both of hers. She let out a grunt, and then Grover was there, grabbing your other flailing hand. They lifted you onto the stone beside Annabeth. 

“Keep moving!” Grover grabbed your shoulder and hoisted you to your feet, Percy doing the same with Annabeth. 

The five of you sprinted across the skybridge, more cracks underfoot. 

When you made it to the other side, you glanced back at the elevator which hung there, suspended by nothing. 

“We’re marooned,” Annabeth whispered. “On our own.”

You nodded before taking off. You didn’t have time to stand there, talking about the final end of Olympus. You had to get to Luke.

Ahead of you, you heard Kronos’s booming voice. “Brick by brick! That was my promise! Tear it down brick by brick!” There was an explosion, but you didn’t pull your eyes toward the noise, instead keeping your eyes trained on the ground beneath you. 

“That was a shrine to Artemis,” Thalia muttered. “He’ll pay for that.” Still, you kept running.

You ran through a marble archway, complete with statues of your least favorite god and goddess- Zeus and Hera.  

The mountain began shaking, and with a loud crash, you finally turned around. 

“Thalia!” Grover cried.

You rushed back to your friend, already digging some ambrosia out of your pocket. The daughter of Zeus was trapped, squirming under the weight of a statue of Hera. 

You handed her a piece as Annabeth said, “It’s Hera! She’s had it in for me all year. Her statue would’ve killed me if you hadn’t pushed us away!”

Thalia took the piece of ambrosia; there was probably a broken leg under all of that rubble. She gave you a grateful look, popping it in her mouth. “Thanks, Y/N,” she said. “But I’ll be fine. Go!”

You didn’t need any more encouragement. You turned and sprinted to the hall of the gods.

Kronos stood in the middle of the throne room, arms spread wide. You froze. All you could see was Luke, all you could see were your memories of him. The first time he’d talked to you, your first kiss, your last kiss. Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke.

“Finally!” Kronos bellowed. “The Olympian Council! So proud and mighty! Which seat of power shall I destroy first?”

Annabeth, Percy, and Grover all took a few steps forward, while you stood back, watching Luke- Kronos- with a horrified expression.

“My lord,” the boy- Ethan Nakamura, you remembered- warned.

Kronos turned around. He looked exactly like Luke had when he’d started talking to you. Annabeth let out a strangled sound, yet you focused on his eyes, the only thing not Luke. You felt unconsumed rage boil inside you as he said, “shall I destroy you first, Jackson? Is that the choice you will make? To fight me and die instead of bowing down? Prophecies never end well, you know.”

You stepped forth, eyes glinting with fury. “Luke would fight with a sword,” you said. “But I suppose you don’t have his skill.”

Kronos sneered at you. “You’re not worth my time-” 

You cut him off with a throwing knife bouncing off his shoulder. Kronos blinked, and for a moment he was Luke, staring down at the blade in surprise, then up at the thrower. “Y/N?” he asked in a raspy voice, before his eyes flickered gold again.

Kronos barked a laugh. “Very well, L/N. You will be the first to die!” 

You summoned your scimitars with deadly calm. 

Kronos charged, and you sidestepped. The fight was more like two tornados meeting each other head on. Your skills were too well balanced. 

Kronos backed you up into Hephaestus’s throne. Sorry, you thought. Hephaestus had always been one of your favorite gods- mostly because he tried to interact with demigods every once and a while.

You hopped onto the throne. You already knew that standing on a mechanic’s seat would get ugly for more than three seconds. Defense mode, the throne murmured, only confirming your knowledge. 

You sprang over Kronos’s head, but as your back was turned, you felt a pain in your lower back. You looked down, eyes clouded with more confusion than pain. 

Sticking out of your lower back, was a sword tip, or more specifically, the tip of Backbiter. Luke had quite literally stabbed you in the back.

“Y/N?” 

You collapsed onto your knees, hands shaking as you grasped the ground with your fingertips. You gasped, the agony finally catching up to you. 

“Oh, gods.” You felt someone’s hands caress the sides of your face. You looked up into Luke’s eyes, tearstained and no longer golden. 

“What have I done?” He whispered. 

Your blood formed a perfect circle around you and Luke. The sounds of Percy battling Ethan seemed far away. 

You gave him a weak smile. “You did what you had to do,” you mumbled, stumbling over your words as you felt yourself slipping away. 

Your gaze was intense, holding Luke’s eyes with every ounce of dignity you could muster. 

“I love you.” Were your last words before life faded from your eyes.

Luke felt himself lose everything. He wailed, a screech that he had no control over, a heartbroken sound that just came tumbling out of his mouth. Tears welled up in his vision, blocking his sight of Percy, Annabeth, Grover, and Ethan turning to see who had just made such a sound. 

“I’m sorry,” he croaked. “I’m so sorry, Y/N! Please come back.” He stroked your hair, the same hair he’d run his finger through countless times.

Only now he realized this would be the last.

[zynchi]

more fluff ideas here🫣and maybe even a bit sad

reader found a Photo album for leona when he was a kid, leona didn't notice because he was playing with his phone, the reader saw leona's pictures when he was a kid and noticed how leona always looks quiet and not smiling in the photos, how everyone else in his family is taking a photo together while leona just stands at the side and looks sad, reader won't notice leona standing behind them and i don't have a clear idea here but leona will be obviously sad and annoyed to see the album and reader will try to reassure him, leona here will go like "hold on, they actually noticed my sadness" and get soft at it, and reader ended up teasing leona about how he got chubby cheeks and looks like a princess

(i should stop explaining the whole scenario one ask and give you space to imagine more things but i can't ibysrhnkfs😭don't feel limited by what i wrote if you have a better idea write it)

a sad prince

content: angst to comfort

pairings: leona kingscholar x reader

summary: behind every tough and strong exterior, lies a softer, more vulnerable interior, and you get to see leona's. (600+ words)

author's note: omg, i know i've been veeeery late (school has been hectic, Ｔ▽Ｔ) but yeah, at least I enjoyed writing this one hihi ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

you were doing what you did best—snooping around leona's territory in the savanaclaw dorm when you stumbled upon something intriguing. hidden under a pile of random books and old spell notes, you found a dusty, old photo album. it was unlike anything you'd seen in leona's usual mess, and curiosity got the better of you.

you settled on the couch, flipping it open with a small giggle, expecting to see more of leona's smug, lazy expressions or maybe some embarrassing baby pictures. but what you found instead made you pause. the photos revealed a younger leona, much smaller but already carrying the same serious expression. he stood alone in most of the pictures, distant from the rest of his family, who were captured laughing and smiling together. there was a certain sadness in his eyes, a loneliness that you had never seen before.

leona, completely absorbed in whatever game he was playing on his phone, didn’t notice at first. you couldn’t help but feel a pang of empathy for the boy in the pictures. gently, you brushed your fingers over a photo where leona, with his chubby cheeks, stood in the background while his older brother was front and center, grinning widely with their parents.

leona eventually looked up from his phone, realizing the silence had stretched longer than usual when you were around. his eyes narrowed as he noticed the album in your hands. “oi, what are you doing with that?” he growled, striding over, clearly annoyed.

startled, you quickly shut the album but not before leona caught a glimpse of the photo you’d been looking at. his expression shifted from irritation to something more guarded. he snatched the album from your hands, holding it tightly, but didn’t say anything further. you stood up, not the least bit intimidated by his usual gruff demeanor.

“leona…” you began, your voice uncharacteristically soft. “you looked really lonely in those pictures.”

leona didn’t respond immediately. he didn’t meet your gaze, focusing instead on the old photo album in his hands. the silence stretched between you, heavy with the weight of things unsaid.

“did they… did they not notice?” you asked hesitantly.

leona finally looked at you, his emerald eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. “they noticed,” he muttered, though it was unclear if he believed it himself.

you weren’t sure what to say. you had always seen leona as confident, arrogant even, but never vulnerable. this side of him was new, and it tugged at something in your heart. but being who you were, you couldn’t resist adding a little humor to lighten the mood.

“you know,” you said, a teasing grin slowly spreading across your face, “you were pretty adorable with those chubby cheeks. you looked like a little princess.”

leona’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before narrowing in irritation. “a princess? you’ve got some nerve—”

you giggled, the atmosphere around you lightening with your laughter. “it’s true! and look at that, your chubby cheeks were just begging to be pinched!”

leona grumbled something under his breath, though you couldn’t make out what it was. but the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease a bit. he sat down on the couch, still holding the album, and you took a seat beside him.

“i’m serious, though,” you said after a moment, your voice softening again. “you’re not alone, leona. i know i bug you all the time, but i… i care about you.”

leona didn’t respond, but the look in his eyes softened. you didn’t push any further, simply resting your head on his shoulder, content to just be there with him. leona sighed, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips as he gently nudged you away.

“annoying herbivore,” he muttered.

you just grinned, knowing that despite his words, he appreciated your company more than he’d ever admit.

[transingthoseformers]

Tf One Megop angst

The Autobots’ odds in their favour were in a thin ice as the Decepticon territorial takeovers further expanded in Cybertron,placing them in an even weaker spot when the Decepticons managed to successfully raid one of their military bases.

Once a strong fortress now half-decimated,& many energon spills from both factions,the Decepticon forces were still able to kill off many Autobot troops as much as they can.

During the midst of battle,Megatron & Optimus are both focusing on fighting eachother,trapped inside their own version of a gladiatorial combat that was built upon resentment and pain.Optimus tries to convince Megatron to stop fighting for the war that has caused so much destruction of their home,how a treaty of peace can lead to an era where they can work together in order to create a better,just system for all mechs without the oppressive strings of functionism.Having those pitiful words coming from someone who has already died from his hand,Megatron continues to attack Optimus and putting him in a critical state of injury.His fragile,slashed body moved closer towards Megatron's direction despite the many dangers and warning signs from his processor.Optimus struggles to uplift himself from the ground.Optics locked weakly onto him,he pleads for his former friend to stop.The screams of agony immediately filled the battlefield.

Megatron tears out the Matrix from Optimus’ chest.He shoots him with his cannon-this time a proper blast in the middle.

‘He’s finally gone.’

Megatron,for a few moments,bottles up his wavering wrath - averting his glare from the fade of Optimus’ optics as loud cheers from his soldiers event dulled and the remaining Autobots had to flee.He later storms around the base with his troops scavenging for more resources and intel.Deep within his search he finds a sheltered room and realises that it had belonged to Optimus's.He’s feels fraustrated,yet still confused to why his spark suddenly sank when he first sees it.

‘Do not even think about him.’

Exploring around further,he discovers a small hidden room with many collections of energon,datapads and as well as his old Megatronus collection-although that wasn't the only thing that made him shocked.

Across from where he stood,was a small crib.Walking towards it,his optics fell on a sleeping sparkling,their sparkling.A flood of emotions made his body tense,being overwhelmed with grief,melancholy.Disbelief was cut short when he gazed on the similar and combined traits that belonged to him and—

‘He doesn't exist.Not anymore.’

He didn't know that he has a sparkling until now.They' were now lying so peacefully,uninterrupted from the ongoing war outside.Despite his shaking war-torn servos,he gently lifts them up,now bundled up in his arms yet why does he gutted by a huge wave of loss?

What loss?

Tears began to pour out from his optics from the moment his sparkling shiffeld and waking up slowly from their deeper slumber.From Eye-to-eye,Megatron's optics are met with brighter blues,void of sadness nor despair since they glare at him like he was never a monster.Megatron was later tensed again by a phantom warmth clinging on him before it settles to reside with him,a pleasantly grim reminder.His spark sank even lower.

‘The loss of you.’

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I’m so sorry for this 😅😭,,,got heavily inspired by those two songs from the Troy saga in Epic the Musical & combine that with the fixation of transformers between these two tragic lovebirds then bam a double whammy of pain.

🥺🥺🥺🥺😭

I need to know the consequences of this

[eletricheart]

First Valentine

(Donna Beneviento x Reader)

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Word count: 1395 (ish)

So...I kind of felt bad for my last story being extremely sad. This is mostly fluff there's like one second of angst but i promise it's a happy story😭

ps: i wrote this way too fast pls lmk any mistakes

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You met Donna by deciding to pick flowers for your catalog and consequently getting lost. The dollmaker noticed your good intentions so made a flower path back into the village. She thought that would be the end of it, but you kept coming back, going further each day, knowing a path would eventually show so you could find your way home.

It was a fun game for you, however things were different for Donna. She was beyond stressed not only over why you kept coming back but also how dangerous the path was, especially if you left only at night.

One day, you wandered too far, completely ignoring the flower path. You reached her house near nightfall, leaving your catalog by her doorstep and sprinting back home to not arrive too late.

Safe to say Donna was worried you wouldn't show up the next day due to getting eaten by a lycan. She appreciated the catalog but did not understand why it was drawn since you took the flowers home everyday.

You did go the next day, this time with a cart because you simply could not carry a box the entire way to her house.

Angie was ready to scare you off once you arrived, but to the Lady of the house surprise, you didn't even flinch. Instead you spent the day talking to Angie about your catalog and showing the box full of vases with each flower you picked. You felt like you should give it back, since they belonged to Lady Beneviento.

Donna never went too far away from her Manor, afraid of running into someone even though it was her territory. But she opened an exception for you. The catalog was too much for her, she spiraled the entire day, and then you not only saved the flowers but was also so nice to Angie. She wanted, needed, you gone.

She stopped you a few steps into her dominion, shaking her head and pointing for the way back into the village.

You stared at her wide eyed, momentarily frozen. Once you regained your senses you nodded and went back home thinking that maybe it was just a bad day.

You went back the other day, and she sent you away, so you went back again and she sent you away again. It was like that for a whole month until she gave up and allowed you in. It took another month for her to stay in the same room as you.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Your first date came as a surprise to both of you. Apparently Angie had enough of you dancing around each other and locked you in a closet with a cereal box and a note saying "kiss".

Donna was frozen on spot while you were blushing furiously.

After an hour of knocking and begging Angie to let you out, you decided to open the cereal and accept your fate.

You were quick to offer to the silent woman in the room who accepted and sat beside you.

Donna was the first to break the silence. "I'm sorry about her. She's impulsive sometimes."

You chuckled and nodded. "Once she almost cut off my finger because she said i was taking too long to cut a carrot."

The dollmaker laughed and gave you a mischievous smile. "It was too long, you were there for ten minutes."

You faked an expression of betrayal and gasped. "Even you?! In my defense, there was something wrong with the knife."

"There wasn't, I had just sharpened it."

You pouted in response. "If I could, I'd walk out of here in outrage."

She giggled and lightly pushed your shoulder. "I'll stop then."

You rolled your eyes and looked back at the note. "How would she know if we kissed?"

Before Donna could even answer, you heard Angie yelling from the other side of the door. "I'm all knowing!"

Donna slightly jumped. "I raised a psychopath."

You looked at her with a solemnly. "Yes. Yes, you did."

The dollmaker threw a handfull of cereal at you right after. "I'm sorry again, she hates it when I keep a secret."

You shrugged. "Don't worry about it, I like spending time with you."

Donna blushed furiously, picking on her sleeve to slow her heart beat. "I like spending time with you too."

You nodded in understanding. "And...what if I said I liked you?"

"I'd say I like you too."

You were both smiling at each other when Angie made herself known again. "Cute but I haven't seen a kiss yet!"

You rolled your eyes. "I'm not letting her play with knives for the next decades." You said, looking over at Donna who was strangely serious. "You okay?" You asked, holding her hand.

The dollmaker nodded and stared down at your joined hands. "Can I do something impulsive?"

"Knock yourself out."

And that was your first kiss. Well...on the cheek.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Now, a year later, you were rushing around the village trying to find the perfect Valentine gift for Donna. You were both new relationship wise, at first you thought of a handmade gift but one call to Alcina and you were convinced you had to buy something expensive. Hence you head first into a tree waiting for the Duke to be over with his daily sales so he could help you.

It was almost nightfall when you returned to the Manor defeated. You didn't want to disappoint Donna, you knew how much she was secretly hoping for a gift, that was her love language after all.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

You were standing in the kitchen one hour before sunrise, you had tried countless recipes going from full meals to simple desserts, none of them seemed worth showing to Donna, how could you give a badly cooked pasta to an italian, practically a death wish.

The dollmaker was worried, she noticed you arriving late from town and leaving the bed early in the night.

She couldn't help but second guess your entire relationship, Valentine’s day was coming and you were only together for a year, this would be the first. What if you realized you didn't like her anymore? What if you're bored of her routine?

Donna wanted to go after you or at least spy through her dolls, but she was too scared of a heartbreak. So she stayed in bed, silently crying.

You went back to bed after cleaning the kitchen, leaving no evidence of your probable criminal offense to her nation. You were confused by Donna still in bed but too tired to give much thought, choosing to bury your head in the pillow.

You were almost sleeping when you heard Donna speak.

“Are you gonna leave me?”

You quickly lifted your body and turned your head towards her hidden form. “What?”

The dollmaker pulled the covers more against her face. “It’s okay, just say it and leave…please.”

You had never felt more awake than now. Your mouth was left open, stuttering a few words before properly speaking. “Donna, I-no, I-I wouldn't leave. Do you want me to leave?”

You could see her shaking her head and pulling her body even closer to herself.

You sat down next to her and gently touched her shoulder. “Okay. Can you tell me what happened?”

Donna shrugged and tried to stop from sobbing. “You spent the whole day and night out, right before Valentine’s day. I just…I know that being with me isn’t exciting or fun.”

You took a deep breath, regretting not being honest with her. "I was with the Duke, trying to find a gift for you. It was pointless so I tried to cook all night and well…nothing was very edible. I’m sorry, I got too caught up in making this perfect that I didn't pay attention to you.” You said, pouting softly and resting your chin on her shoulder. “I’m really sorry. Will you forgive me?”

Donna slowly removed the cover, wiping her tears. “I’m sorry too.”

You gave her a comprehensive smile. “It’s okay. I still don't have a gift though.”

She chuckled. “We can make something together.”

You nodded. “That sounds perfect. Just not in the kitchen, I threw a lot of products there to hide the smell.”

She looked at you wide eyed trying to fight a smile. “What on earth did you do?”

You laughed and shook your head. “Trust me, you don't wanna know.”

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[creedslove]

HEARTLESS 💔 - PART ELEVEN

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: You try to figure out your feelings for Jack and realize it's not a smart move to do so while drunk and flirting with him, when he thinks things are improving, he gets a harsh evidence things aren't just as easy as he thought

(this is the eleventh chapter of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE TO TEN ON MY MASTERLIST

Warnings: fluff, sexual tension, more fluff because Wyatt is the sweetest kid in the world, bitchy mother-in-law, angst, sad!jack, mom!reader

A/N: Hi besties, I know it's been a while since we've seen our cowboy, and well, I hope you enjoy it!!! I know I did because I can't resist this mf, he's just perfect even if he's a broken sad cowboy 😭🤠

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Jack's heart was beating probably too fast in his chest, it hammered against his rib cage but he didn't care. He was feeling like a million bucks, as he was finally getting some crumbles of your love. Nothing more than crumbles, but it was already enough for him, better than suffering with your despise and indifference. In a short span of minutes you two had almost kissed - if it weren't for his former mother-in-law, and you had also referred to Wyatt as your son. Your as in him and yours, and that couldn't make him happier at that moment, it might have seemed something small, but it made the difference in that cowboy's old broken heart, it was like the walls you built were falling down and that he could approach you, even if it wasn't in a romantic way, he still felt satisfied to be around you as friends, at least he could talk to you without having to break the ice all the time, he touch you - small hugs, occasional hand holding - and though he yearned for more, it was the best he would get after everything he'd done, so it was good, he'd rather torture himself by having his family close without actually being able to claim them as his, than suffer completely alone like he'd done for the past years.

He smiled at you, seeing how your cheeks were flushed because of the alcohol and patted his pocket finally finding the car keys and handing them to you 

"Go ahead sugar, you're less drunk than I am, you should be driving" he winked at you and chuckled as you widened your eyes the moment you grabbed the Bronco keys. Ever since you first started dating Jack, you dreamed of driving his Bronco, but as the cocky asshole he often was, he never let you - or anyone else really - drive his car. There were some things Jack was just so territorial and wouldn't let anyone to lie their hands on, and well, you were also one of those things once. Jack was possessive of you, he liked showing people you were his and just his, the way he would hold you, kiss you and make everyone else see who you belonged to. 

And in your drunken state as you two exited the bar, you kinda wished Jack would do it again. Just a few minutes ago you were about to kiss each other and now he watched you, and you watched him back, staring into his eyes, getting lost in them, and taking a real look at your Jack…. He was so handsome, his beautiful side profile was enough to make you weak at the knees, his sharp jawline always so smooth as he kept his beard shaved and his mustache trimmed. Any other man would look stupid with Jack's looks, but your cowboy… he was something else. 

"What?" He asked you, grinning with that devilish smile as you wouldn't stop staring 

"I-" you began to talk but you had a better idea - well, not really a better idea, rather a drunk idea - and took the hat off his head, chuckling at how cute his messy hair looked and put it on your head. 

Jack was shocked for a split second. Were you flirting with him? 

"Did you forget about the cowboy hat rule, sugar?" He raised his eyebrow at you and before you could answer, you tripped and nearly fell, but Jack immediately wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer to him. Maybe you weren't less drunk than he was after all, so it was safer if you two just got a cab to your mom's.

Leaving the bar and waiting for a cab on the sidewalk wasn't the greatest idea either, the wind was howling and you were shivering, and both you and Jack knew that if it weren't for Wyatt, the wisest option would be getting a fancy hotel room and spending the night. 

If you hadn't drunk as much as you did that night, you would be probably censoring yourself for having those shameless thoughts about him, giggling at the shit he said, pretending you didn't notice you were still clinging to him even after you got your balance back, after all, you were wearing his hat, for crying out loud! He was the same man who didn't accept your pregnancy, that kicked you out of your home and abandoned you to raise your baby alone, and once he came back, he just brought chaos back into your life, for several times he'd hurt you, told you cruel things and even threatened to take your son away from you. It was so wrong to behave like that, and a part of your brain kept repeating that over and over, while the other part seemed to only listen to your heart, taking you back to your sweetest and hottest memories you had shared at that same bar and in those hotel rooms.It would be easier if you could just blame it on the booze, as if having a few too many changed everything about your personality and made you forget about all the pain Jack caused you. But at the same time, it felt like you were in the presence of your Jack, the cowboy you loved, the one that was so sweet, flirty and gentle with you. The man that was a little cocky at first but he also made you feel like the only girl in the world, the one who would ravish you in bed and make your legs shake but would also hold you and cuddle you until you fell asleep. You two had an awkward encounter at first, you went on a date with your new boyfriend and Jack was waiting for his own date, you'd been so jealous of him and if you wondered if he'd been jealous of you, now you were sure of it, and that made you feel pretty good about yourself. 

Perhaps it was the way Jack was humiliated by the girl he was supposed to have a date with, the one that revealed herself to be another agent and nothing more, or maybe how he was so honest about the disaster he called his last mission and how things escalated from a fun, drunk conversation, into a confession of dark thoughts Jack didn't have the courage to share with anyone, not even his therapist. All that helped you to see your sweet old cowboy in those man's cold eyes, and when you stared into them, you realized they weren't cold anymore, they were warm and soft and that was when you were sure your Jack was back. 

ou were just so tired of restricting yourself all the time, you were also tired of people restricting you as well, always talking about how bad Jack Daniels was and how you shouldn't let him in. It was your mom, your friends, even Frankie had told you Jack was a dick, and though you knew they were all correct, you felt tired of being reminded of that the entire time, at least your own thoughts were private and in them you could allow yourself to surrender completely to your cowboy, because God knew that if he tried to make any move on you, you'd let him. 

Instead, you felt when his suit jacket was placed over your shoulders and he smiled down at you "don't want you to freeze, sugar" he winked as now you were wearing his jacket, his hat and you kept your arm wrapped tight around his waist, and you felt lucky that despite everything, Jack was still a gentleman, because any other guy would have interpreted all those signs wrong - actually correct, because you did want it - but he knew you'd had too much alcohol for that, even if he knew that once you sobered up he would've missed his chance of having you again. 

He opened the door so you would get in the cab and immediately joined you, giving your mother's address to the driver. You smiled and decided you wouldn't fight your urges, not that night, feeling safe knowing Jack would respect your boundaries and you wouldn't do anything that would hurt your boyfriend - that's what you told yourself at least - and as soon as Jack sat next to you, you wrapped your arm around him and rested against his chest. You were aware of how ridiculous you probably looked, a cowboy hat, a jacket that was way too big for you, and snuggling the man you swore you hated just a day before. Jack was caught by surprise, but smiled softly as he wrapped his arm around your body, stroking your back up and down. 

"Sugar, I was thinking about our little boy's birthday, and I would like to throw him a party on our ranch" he cleared his throat "well, my ranch, but it's gonna be yours too one day, you know, when I-" 

"Don't say that Jack" you asked him, looking into his eyes, "please… I have something to ask you" you bit your lips 

"Anything you want, sugar" 

"Don't kill yourself on another mission, Jack, please. You have our son, and our son needs his daddy too" 

Jack's heart melted at your lovely words, he'd longed to be accepted into the family just like that and now it was finally happening. 

"I won't, sugar… I got our family to take care of, even if you don't want me, you're still my responsibility and I'll make sure you're safe" his hand went for your face caressing your soft skin so gently, appreciating how it felt under his rough fingertips, you closed your eyes, leaning towards his touch and gently placing your lips on his chin, as you spread a trail of soft kisses all over his jawline before getting to his lips. Jack's breath got caught in his chest, his body overflowing with love as his hands squeezed you tighter against him, getting ready to deepen the kiss when the driver suddenly pulled up the car. 

"We're here" the man announced which quickly snapped the two of you out of the haze you were both deep into. 

You cleared your throat and blushed and Jack licked his lips, getting his wallet and paying for the ride. 

He helped out of the car and kept his hand on the small of your back, escorting you, like the southern gentleman he was. You two entered the building and took the elevator and suddenly you could see Jack tensing up. It was no secret your mom hated him, from the very beginning, even before things went to shit between the two of you. There was something she just couldn't stand about him, maybe the fact he was older, or that he'd been married before, or his manners - despite the fact Jack was a polite man, she still didn't think it was enough. She couldn't stand him and he reciprocated the feeling. During his first marriage, he could never understand all those mother-in-law jokes and why people often said they were as bad as they often did. His first wife's mom was a delight, a sweet woman who treated Jack like a son.

No wonder he kept in touch with her through all the years after his sweetheart passed away, until her lovely mother joined her beloved daughter in heaven; but it was your mom that made Jack learn why so many people talked about mother-in-laws in such a derogatory way. She hated Jack, she did from the start, and he had no other option than to accept and try his hardest to ignore her constant offenses and provocations. So now, he didn't even want to think of what your mom thought of him after Wyatt was born. 

As if you read Jack's thoughts, you touched his cheek, making him look at you 

"It's alright cowboy, if she starts acting out, we'll just leave, don't worry" you assured him and took a deep breath and got yourself back together as the doors opened and you walked to your mom's apartment. 

She'd left the door unlocked - something Whiskey strongly disapproved of for safety matters, of course, after all he was an agent and knew people should be way more careful than they were - and the two of you walked inside. Your mom had Wyatt on her lap, he sniffed as she tried wiping his tears, but his teary eyes were enough evidence she wasn't able to succeed.

"What happened baby?" You rushed to him, a sad expression immediately took your face as your heart tightened in your chest to see your little boy so upset. Wyatt jumped off his grandma's lap, widening eyes and a growing smile on his handsome little face

"Mama! Dada!" He squealed happily and ran towards you and Jack, who knelt just beside you and also opened his arms to welcome him. Wyatt ran to the two of you, feeling the warmth of the safety in being with both his parents, snuggling you both as best as his little arms could reach before looking at you with amusement and adoration at the sight of you with the hat on "cowboy hat mama! Like dada and mine!" He said happily and pointed at the stetson you'd stolen from Jack and grabbed it, placing it on your son's head seeing the happiness in his little eyes.

Jack chuckled and picked him up "well it ain't my favorite little cowboy?" He felt the way Wyatt's arms wrapped around his neck and his heart broke a little to think he could have that every day after coming back from work "were you nice to grandma?" Wyatt saw as his dada raised his eyebrow and immediately nodded, he had behaved well even if grandma's house wasn't fun. Whiskey smiled and tickled his tummy, earning the most lovely giggles from his little boy. 

Your mom shot you the dirtiest look the moment she caught Jack walking into the apartment, but you couldn't care less about it, so you turned your back to her and gave your son attention. 

"What happened to you, love? Grandma said you were upset?" You tilted your head curious to know what could've possibly bothered your son. 

Wyatt looked down and then at his grandma again, unsure if he should say anything at all or not. Jack gently wiped a single tear that ran down his son's beautiful face "it's okay Wyatt, sometimes cowboys get sad too, it ain't a shame to cry, but we can't make our mamas worried, cowboy mamas don't like to be worried about their little cowboys…" he tried reasoning his son, who let out a small giggle at his dad's fun words. 

"Bad dweam mama. Mama was gone and dada was gone" he explained "told gwandma but gwandma said I have no dada because dada no wove Wyatt" 

Jack closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, trying his best to keep his anger in check, as he shot daggers at his former mother-in-law. He couldn't believe that old bitch had the nerve to say that. Yes, Jack had been a shitty father for the first years of his son's life, but he was back in the picture and there wasn't anyone that old broken cowboy loved more than his son, and his son's mother.

He gently held his son's chin, finding fascinating the contrast between his big, calloused hands on his son's perfect, small face. Jack's thumb stroked his cheek 

"Your dada loves you very much Wyatt. More than anything in the world, and I know I wasn't around for you and mama and that made mama sad, but I'll always be with you two" he pecked his son's forehead and threw his small blanket over his back. Jack's arm snaked around your waist pulling you closer "let's get the two of you home" he informed, ignoring your mom who was speechless to see you so cozy next to him. Wyatt snuggled his dad's neck and closed his eyes, his heart was warm with love and reassurance. 

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As the three of you walked into your apartment, Wyatt was deeply asleep in his father's arms. You smiled to see how Wyatt still his jammies under the blanket and how quick he was able to calm down thanks to Jack. He followed your instructions to tuck Wyatt in and as soon as he came back, with his stetson in hands, you handed him a glass of water "I'm really sorry about my mom… I didn't know she would say something like that. She doesn't like you obviously, but we just always avoided talking about a father figure to Wyatt so we wouldn't break his little heart" Jack nodded in silence "I told her you were back in the picture and that you and I were working to be on good terms, you know, co-parent and be friends… She said it was a bad idea but didn't say anything else, I just didn't think she would be mean to the point of telling her own grandson this shit" you sniffed and Jack pulled you into a tight hug. His hands ran up and down your back, resting his chin on your head 

"It's alright sugar, none of this is your fault. You've been perfect from day one. You've been perfect to me and you were the best girlfriend in the world and you would've been the best wife too, if I hadn't screwed things up… I was so scared, I know it doesn't justify and it never will, but I was scared of trying to build a family and losing it like the first time. I was so deep in my own fears that I hadn't realized I was about to make the worst mistake of my life. I'm really sorry I did this to you, because you had nothing but love to offer me, while I offered you the second place because I was too blind by my grief, but now I see, now that I'm going to therapy, that I'm trying to fix myself, I see that I was scared of letting go of her, of her memory, I was scared I was going to betray her. Until I finally saw that was madness, sugar, because she is gone, she's a beautiful memory and I'll always carry her and our son in a part of my heart, but they belong in the past. I see now you're the love of my life, you've always been, I was just too blind to see it, and I lost you, but I promise I won't grieve you, I'll be here, strong and alive for you and Wyatt, if there's ever a chance of a future with you, even if all I get is visiting on weekends I'll still take it. Nothing will ever change the monstrous thing I did to you, but I want you to know I regret it for the rest of my life" 

Your breath was shaking as you look up at him, you could feel the emotion in his voice, the truth in them and the tears in his eyes. 

"Stay tonight Jack, please… not to have sex, but I want you here" it was all you could offer him and it was already a big deal, the two of you knew it and he only nodded happily, his hand caressing your skin.

"I'll stay for as long as you want me sugar…"

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In the early morning, you woke up to find yourself alone in bed. Jack took his southern manners to the letter and after you fell asleep in his arms, he changed to the couch, so he wouldn't make you uncomfortable. You sighed as your head pounded after drinking so hard the night before, sighing as you remembered everything that went on. The things you shouldn't have done, for example flirt with your ex the whole time, kiss him and wearing his hat and especially ask him to stay the night, because now you'd have to deal with the fact the man was humming happily in your kitchen making you breakfast as a loving husband would. 

You got out of bed and groaned in pain once more, cursing under your breath as you spotted a glass of water and an aspirin. Fuck, Jack was making it very hard for you to hate him. 

The man, on the other hand, was pouring his heart into the meal he was preparing. There were two things little Jack Daniela learned from his mama: breakfast was the most important meal of the day and that the best ingredient one could add is love.

The moment he saw you walking inside the kitchen, his face lit up, glad to know Wyatt was still deeply asleep, so he would have some time alone with you. He placed the frying pan down, flipping the last pancake and walked to you. 

"Morning, sugar" he said in a happy voice as he got closer and leaned in to kiss your lips, but you immediately turned your face away, avoiding his kiss as you looked down. 

"Listen Jack, we need to talk… I'm sorry about last night, I know I led you the wrong way, I flirted and kissed but it was wrong and it shouldn't have happened" you said without much conviction in your voice, as if you were trying to convince yourself more than him, so you cleared your throat and continued "we can't be together, I know you're trying, Jack, you're becoming a better man, but I have a boyfriend now and you will always be the man who abandoned me and our son" you sighed sadly "I was just giving into my desires…"

Jack immediately gripped your hips, pulling you closer, a desperate look on his face, he was hurt and you could see it in his eyes 

"Desire, that's the right word, sugar. You desire me, you want me, why do you still deny it? We love each other" he said, stroking your cheek, swallowing hard and giving you the saddest eyes you'd ever seen. "We can be a happy family… you, me, our son and if you want to we can even try for a little girl, I promise I'll be around, I want to be a husband to you and a father to our son…"

"You're out of your mind, Jack, I would never be with you again, I would never be crazy to let you get me pregnant again! You made me go away! You told me to get rid of my son! I've fallen for you once, but I won't anymore. Yes, I had desire for you, because you are the kind of guy that's good for a drunk fuck and nothing else, Jack. I had to learn the hard way guys like you are meant to be fucked and guys like Frankie are meant to be married"

Jack immediately let go of your body, looking down in shame and sniffed, nodding and turning his back to you. Jack's pride was hurt, and his heart was shattered. He knew you would take your distance once you sobered up, but he didn't think you would regress so much. You were back at fighting and accusing each other, and he was tired of that. 

"Mama! Dada!" Wyatt squealed happily as he watched his mommy and daddy in the kitchen, his small tummy growling with hunger at the delicious smell. 

"Dada, you made pancakes for me? Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He squealed adorably and jumped into Jack's arms, who held his son tight against his chest, snuggling him, and pecked his son's cheek gently, you knew Jack was a fearless man when he was on his missions, but now, he avoided staring at you, so you wouldn't see the tears that threatened to spill out of his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. 

You didn't even know why you'd said that, but you needed to make sure Jack would keep his hands to himself, you didn't want to be a fool for the second time and he had no right to try and seduce you with a baby talk. Jack wasn't meant to be a father and you'd been nice enough to let him be around Wyatt. On the other hand, you had never thought of marrying Frankie, that made no sense, all you knew was that you wanted to hurt Jack and it seemed like you achieved your goal.

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A/N: How dare reader say those things to Jack??? Why can't they be together already 😭😭😭😭

[quicktosimp]

Chivalry is Dead

Kinktober Day 21 - Jake&Quaritch

Warnings: Voyeurism (Kinda), Fingering, Alien Genitals, P in V Sex, Nipple Play, Innocent!Reader, DubCon (Kinda) She Only Sleeps With Quaritch Cause She Thinks Jake Is Dead, Recom!Reader

A/N: This has a lot more plot than planned, and I blame @loaksxhoe for all the angst 😭 love you Boo 😘

As usual, thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for us 💖

Divider by @plutism

I don’t remember much after arriving on Pandora. I had woken up inside an Avatar body, being told that my human form had died and that they transferred my consciousness into this one. In the same attack, the savage natives had killed my husband, Jake Sully. Quaritch has been a massive help through it all. He had also lost his girlfriend and the mother of his child in the war; while he had been able to transfer over to the Avatar form, Socorro had not, and now his child had been kidnapped by the traitors who sided with the na’vi.

Since we had such similar wounds, we stuck together a lot. Quaritch has always been such a gentleman to me, helping me in any way that I need, even in ways that help me forget the hole in my chest from losing my husband. But he also asks me for favors; sometimes they seem harsh, but I know it is to help with the war, just like this particular favor.

“I know this is asking’ for a lot, Darlin’, and if I didn’t think this would work, then I would never ask you, but I need your help.” Quaritch is on his knees in front of where I’m sitting.

“I-I don’t know; you really think that having sex where the Na’vi leader can hear me will help? I’m not a combatant. How can I go out so close to them?” I ask concerned.

“Oh no, Darin’! You see my com here?” Gesturing to his neck, “The Na’vi leader stole one off Jake’s body; we’re also gonna place a camera in that corner. You won’t even leave the compound. I’d never risk you like that.” His urgent tone helped calm me.

Much calmer, I ask, “But why would having sex over the com and video help? I just don’t understand.” 

“It’s because the Na’vi are territorial. The leader will hear and see a Na’vi on the other side, making him irritable that he doesn’t have you underneath him. It will piss him off, and we’re gonna use that distraction to launch several small attacks.” He explained thoroughly.

I let the information stew in my head. Even though I am not comfortable with it, it will help bring down the bastard that killed my husband. I nod my head in agreement, “Okay, I’ll do it,”

Quaritch’s face formed into a soft smile, “Thank you, Darlin’, I’m sorry you have to do this. I’d ask some of the other recoms, but I’m not sure I’d be able to get it up for them,” He tells me with a wink.

I giggle at his comment, “Like you could ever be anything but amazing in bed,” I rebuke.

Quaritch laughs at my comment, “You’re something special, aren’t you, Mrs. Sully,” he places a kiss on my lips before turning to the door, “I need to organize the strike teams. I’ll be back with you soon, Darlin’.”

“Okay, be safe,” I reply, turning back to what I was previously doing.

If only I had turned around and paid attention. I would have seen a look more sinister in the mirror.

It has been 12 years since I lost my wife. Neytiri and I miss her greatly. We had married at 18; she was my rock through everything. And when we went to Pandora, she agreed without hesitation, knowing this was my chance to get my legs back. Then we met Neytiri, whom she affectionately called her Warrior Goddess, and soon the two became three. The three of us snuck away and mated together underneath the Tree of Voices. 

We loved the life we made, and we loved our children. (Y/N) fell in love with every child we had. She took in Spider, and she even named Lo’ak. Lo’ak was a Mama’s boy through and through. He’s sad, he wants Mama, happy, Mama, scared, Mama. Lo’ak was catastrophic when (Y/N) went missing. Twelve years ago, the RDA sent a small task force with the goal of kidnapping any humans they could get their hands on. (Y/N) was one of them. She was missing for three weeks before her body turned up. Dried blood stains fell from her eyes, nose, and mouth. The scientists said she died from a brain aneurysm. Most of the damage was done to the Hippocampus. Lo’ak was the one who found her body; he kept crying over her body, trying to shake her. Even after 12 years, he was never the same boy. When we went to lay her with Eywa, Mo’at had said her spirit was no longer there and that there was nothing to return to Eywa. 

Since I cannot visit her, I go to one of the old abandoned stations every year on the day of her death and watch the videos we made over the years, ranging from our high school years to Lo’ak’s first steps. I enter the station, the air seal long broken. I walk over to the nest I had made, torn blankets and pillows to give me some comfort for the day and flop into it. The small computer I use nearby, I boot it up, waiting to see the bitter-sweet memories. But instead of being treated by the photo of our family 12 years ago, I see an email. I hesitate to open it as it could be an attempt to hack, but my curiosity is too great. I opened the email only to gasp at the images I saw. Disgust flowed through me. The RDA started a project placing the memories of the dead into Avatar bodies. Fuck! Quaritch and his squad are alive again! They had been the first to copy their memories into an Avatar body. Another file caught my attention as I read more: Project Red Herring. I clicked on the file, and I dropped the computer. 

(Y/N).

(Y/N) is alive! They attempted to rip every memory out of her brain, killing her in the process, before placing it in her own Avatar. But they couldn’t get them all. She fought them on her final years, making sure none of them ever learned of our family. Dizziness washed over me. I placed a hand on my face, only for it to come back wet. I was crying, I wasn’t breathing. I force myself to inhale, the burning in my lungs easing, but the tightness didn’t go away. I look back at the screen, attempting to memorize every stripe that adorns her new body. She’s gorgeous.

I snap out of it, knowing that I need to talk to Neytiri and inform everyone of this information, but a new icon shows up, a video sent straight to me. It said, ‘Do you want to see her?’ and I knew I couldn’t wait. I open the video only to see an empty room made of metal, with a cot just barely big enough to hold a Na’vi.

“We’ll hello Corprol.” That’s fucking Quaritch!

“Based on what the techies told me, you just found out about your little wife. Well, she ain’t so little now.” The bastard chuckled.

Even though I know he can’t hear me, I can’t control the hiss that escapes me.

“I gotta say, when she doesn’t hate your guts, she’s the sweetest little thing. And when she hears you’re the one helping avenge her late husband, she’s more than eager.” His voice was smug.

Late Husband? I feel sick to my stomach. She thinks I’m dead, and she has no memories of Neytiri. Why would she go looking for us?

“All I had to do was tell her a sob story about how the natives killed you and kidnapped my son, and she fell right into the palm of my hand. Even got her to help with some of my more carnal urges,” he drawled on.

‘Fucking bastard!’ Grinding my teeth until they ache.

“Now, why don’t I show you how easy it is?” He trailed off.

The video on the screen moved shortly after, and the door opened, showing Quaritch and (Y/N). 

(Y/N) alive and moving, not simply a still picture, proof that she’s living and breathing. Quaritch opens the door, acting like a gentleman, “Right this way, Darlin’.”

“Thank you, Sir,” She responds softly. Her voice is so sweet even in her new body; it still sounds like her.

Quaritch closes the door before slipping his arms around her waist, “You still want this, Darlin’?” He asks like he gives a damn.

The smile she gives him is so sweet, “Yes, I’m sure,” and Quaritch seals their mouths in a kiss, his hand moving to grab her face, turning her more towards him. I can hear the sounds of their lips moving together through his com.

Quaritch moves his hand up and down, petting her waist, firmly groping her hips at every stroke. Slowly, he moves down, placing open-mouth kisses on her neck, the wet suckling loud over the com. His other hand slipped under her tank top, patting at her navel, creeping closer to her breast and under her shorts each time.

I suck my lip between my teeth, biting down.

“Take this off for me, Darlin’,” He demands, pulling in her top.

(Y/N) obeys, shimmying out of her top, revealing no bra underneath. Her breasts are perky in this body, similar to Neytiri’s. A breath hisses through my teeth because she’s gorgeous.

Human or na’vi, I can never stop thinking she’s perfect.

Quaritch grasped a breast in each hand, pinching her nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. A moan escaped her lips, and it traveled straight to my groin. Quaritch switched between different tactics on her breasts, needing, pinching, pulling, and rolling, and her moans became even louder. Only the sight of Quaritch keeps my hands from wandering to my slit.

Quaritch looked into the camera and said, “You’re my pretty girl, aren’t ya? Come on, I wanna hear you say it.”

(Y/N) blushed before stammering, “Y-yes, I’m your pretty girl.”

“Na, you didn’t use my name. Try again,” His grin widened further.

Her pretty blue skin darkened into a violet from her blush, “I’m Quaritch’s pretty girl,”

“Yes, you are, and you’re my good girl,” He said before reclaiming her lips.

His fingers never ceased their movements, pulling more gasps from her. Quaritch bit down on her neck. A red ring was on (Y/N)’s neck when he pulled away.

“I want you to take the rest of these clothes off and lay on your bed all pretty like. And Darlin’, give me a show.” Quaritch demands, stepping away from her. 

(Y/N) steps away a little further from him before bending over at the waist, pulling her cargo shorts down, wiggling her hips as she pulls them off. A gasp left my chest at the sight of her panties. As she turned back to Quaritch, I got the full view. (Y/N) wasn’t wearing the standard issue undergarments. Instead, she’s wearing a white lacey thong. The white lace slipped between her ass cheeks, the white peaking out and framing the insides of her ass. The white stood out starkly against her blue skin, and my mouth went dry.

“Is that for me, Darlin’? All that pretty lace just for me?” Quaritch wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her ass and pushing them together.

“Yeah,” (Y/N)’s voice was soft but loud with her voice next to the com, “I wanted to be pretty for you,”

Quaritch chuckled, “You’re always pretty for me, Doll,” He lets go after giving her a quick kiss.

(Y/N) bends over, giving me the perfect view of her ass, as she slips the panties down, revealing the last bit of hidden skin to me. She turns to walk toward her bed, and I see her slit. It’s slightly open, but her slick is translucent, not a hint of the blue color it should be. It makes me feel smug knowing that while Quartich can make her feel good, he doesn’t have her heart because if he did, then the hormones caused by emotional attachment would make it blue. 

(Y/N) lays on her back, and her hands hold onto the metal bars of her cot. Giving me the perfect view of her body splayed, showing more of the stripes I want to map out with my tongue. 

“Look at you, Darlin’,” Quaritch trailed a finger from her calf to her thigh, “You’re already wet for me.” Sliding his finger along her slit. 

She wiggles her hips as a small moan escapes her lips.

“You can be louder than that, Doll. Come on, it’s just the two of us.” Quaritch goads her, forcing a finger into her slit.

The groan that came out of her was filled with pleasure and pain. Her slit wasn’t relaxed enough for entry. I furrow my brow at the thought. Is this how he always treats her? Does she think that this is as good as it gets in a Na’vi body?

“That’s a good girl, opening up for me so well,” Quaritch croons.

But she isn’t. If she were genuinely interested, then she would be much wider and more slick.

“Feels good,” She whines.

“Well, that’s good, 'cause I’m gonna give you more,” With that, he added another finger. 

Her moan was more shrill this time, the pain worse than the pleasure, no doubt. Her slit pushed out more of the translucent clear slick, trying to ease the way more. A wet, squelching noise is picked up by the coms, coming from her slit as Quaritch pumps two fingers into her slit. He starts to wiggle them around, shocking a moan out of (Y/N).

“Oh! Right there! Don’t stop!” Her moans were loud as he finally did something right. 

“Just like that, huh, Babygirl?” Turning his hand as he continues his onslaught of her slit. 

“Yes!” (Y/N) arches her back off the bed, chasing his fingers, not wanting them to leave.

“You’re almost there, Darlin’,” He comments as he adds a third finger. 

(Y/N) grinds her hips into his digits, trying to force them deeper, “More! Please, more!” She begs.

My slit is open at her cries, my dick peaking out, wanting to answer my mate's call.

“Alright Doll. I’m listening,” Quaritch removes his fingers and unzips his pants, pulling them down just enough to show his slit and free his dick.

He straddles her, lining his cock with her slit. I can see her inner tendrils peaking out, attempting to reach him. 

“Please, Sir, don’t tease me,” (Y/N) eyes were wide and trusting. 

“Don’t worry, Darlin’, I won't.” And he sinks in.

Her inner tendrils meet with his cocks spines, latching onto one another, fitting like a puzzle, before they connect at their slits.

Even though the shitty quality of the camera, I can see (Y/N)’s pupils dilate as they cover the golden of her iris. The moan that escapes her is sinful, and my cock is dropping out of my slit. My hand covers the exposed flesh, soon turning into me handling it, grasping my dick as I use my precum to ease my glide. 

“Ready for the rest Darlin’?” And with that, Qauritch begins thrusting.

The bastard is stupid enough to think that you’re supposed to thrust with these bodies. But (Y/N) isn’t entirely against it. She tried to keep them connected, following him with every thrust out, but she cried with pleasure.

“Yes!” She screams, wrapping her legs around his waist. 

Her scream made my spines flex, trying to find our mate to pleasure. I had to let go of my dick, stopping myself from cumming so soon. 

“So fucking tight, Doll, caressing my dick like that. Being such a good girl for me,” He grunts, trying to fight the natural urge to lock with her instead of thrusting. 

“Please, Sir, please!” She cries, reaching to pull him forward. 

“You know I got an idea, Doll,” He pants, struggling to get the words out.

Quaritch reaches behind himself, grabbing his queue, “This here is supposed to work like when we get stuck together. Maybe we can try it now? Make you feel so good,” He murmurs, grabbing ahold of (Y/N)’s queue. 

I panic at the slight, their queues beside each other, nearly making the bond.

“Na, maybe next time, though,” Quaritch releases their queues, looking into the camera, the smug bastard knowing what that would have meant. 

“Sir! Please! No more teasing!” (Y/N) begs, the stimulation becoming too much.

“Okay, Doll,” He forces their slits together, and they mend close by his spines and her tendrils.

They grind together, moaning and whining as everything goes into place.

‘“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! You’re there! You’re in my cervix!” (Y/N) screams her release, her legs trembling from the pleasure. 

“Take it, Doll. Take all of my cum! Gonna fuck a baby into ya,” Quaritch hisses.

Hey, eyes are screwed shut, head thrown back, “Yes! Please, Jake! I want your baby!”

My climax hits me unexpectedly, hearing her demand my baby. I grasp at my dick as cum flows through the tip, covering the blankets I’m sitting on in my cum. As waves of pleasure wash through me, I grip my spines, trying not to allow them into the cool air as I cum. As I come down from my high, my chest is heaving, but I look at the monitor, and what I see scares me. If looks could kill, then Quaritch would have killed (Y/N) long ago, and that’s only if he doesn’t do it now. I hised at him as if he could hear me through the computer. 

Quaritch looks up at the camera, tracing a finger around her queue, neck, and heart before gesturing for his knife, “It won’t be long now,” Before rutting into her again. Quaritch returns to his pleasure, and I know what I need to do. 

Without even cleaning myself, I leave the station, rushing to Neytiri. We have a mate to save.

[meowzfordayz]

I think Tumblr ate my previous life update, and I don't even remember what it said anymore, lol. I just remember I sent it back in December, cause I wished you a happy holidays. Happy New Year too!!

I'm sending this from mobile, so in case it accidentally goes on anon or something funky, this is electronerd47!

Right now my obsession is Epic the Musical! I was never a theater kid, but i WAS a band kid so I'm totally DIGGING the music. Been listening to the soundtrack on loop, lol.

My previous obsession was FFXVI, I played 121 hours so far, and that was just the first playthrough + the two dlc. But the game's ending totally broke my heart 😭 so I took a small break from the game lol.

My current hobby is crochet, I think I'm hyperfixating on it, and I'm trying to keep my reigns in hand lol. I started mid December, and so far I've made a scarf for my husband (and I'm most of the way through my second one, which is for me), a queen sized blanket, and a BUNCH of swatches for a bunch of different stitches. I have yarn to make another blanket for my son, and then some hats for the winter. Of course, family members wanting things comes with the territory, so I've got plans to make my dad a blanket for his birthday (which is at the end of March) and.... other stuff for other family members? 😅 My boss and her daughter also wanna commission me for blankets too, so I've been a busy bee with lots of yarn!! My job is work from home on the phones, so it leaves my hands free for most of the day to crochet!

In terms of writing, siiiiince I've been crocheting, I wanna write one of our Hashira men receiving something that Reader makes for them, but I haven't put much thought into it. I've been mainly reading my old writing, and I swear the gradual transition from tooth-rotting fluff with occasional sad pieces to heart-wrenching angst with occasional happy pieces should be studied in a lab!! I wonder if that's indicative of my mental state? 🤔 who knows.

It's been great seeing you active again!! And even better seeing you writing again!! I hope you and yours are doing well!!

BRUH. 😭 So when you originally sent *this* Ask, Tumblr hadn't eaten your previous life update (I'm just lazy af and hadn't answered it yet 😬), but nOW YOUR PREVIOUS LIFE UPDATE is GONE. 😵‍💫 Fml. 🤦🏻‍♀️ Anywho. 😆 Happy 2025 !! 🥳🤪

Idk what Epic the Musical, but I do know how great it feels to have a comfort artist/album/genre (mine is currently Hans Zimmer) — is Epic the Musical still your current vibe? 🎵🎶

I've been on quite a break from video games — I think I went a bit too hard the last time I fixated on Stardew Valley (and then on Sims 2) 😂, so it's been ~6 months since I felt interested in gaming.

A QUEEN sized blanket?! 😳 You're INSANE (intended as a compliment)!!!!! 🤯 At the risk of sounding condescending (??), I hope you only knit for ppl who truly appreciate and respect the time and effort that goes into your crocheting! 🥺 Whether through their words of affirmation and/or $$. 😉 I looove going to a crafts store and leaving w/ literally a cart full of yarn 🤭, but it's expensive, so I haven't taken on another large project recently (in the past ~yr, I've knitted 3 full sized blankets, a top, a headband, and numerous scarves).

I fricking ADORE your writing. 😍 Pls and ty send it to me. All of it. <333 On that note, that would be an interesting experiment... going through my chronological masterlists to find patterns of my mental state. 👀 That being said, I hope your mental state is ~good! 😁

Much love,

T

[shares-a-vest]

can i ask where you get your inspo for your joanie munson series? i want to write more fics for emma but i dont really have, to put it lightly, good childhood memories or experiences so im not really sure how to make them realistic or "cute"

Hi CJ! Thank you so much for the ask and for supporting my little Joanie Munson AU. I LOVE seeing you pop up in my notifications when I write about her 💖 Tbh, I’m a little like squeeee someone is asking about my writing, right now!

Okay, before I delve into some rambling about my Joanie Munson AU, I just want to give a shout-out to everyone for getting through childhood crappiness, whatever it may be. Sending you all (and you, CJ) the biggest hugs.

Sooooo I don’t actually draw inspo from real-life experiences. Nothing that happened with Joanie happened to me and a lot of this AU is driven by me wanting to give Steve and Eddie a loving little family that is all cute and silly and filled with love.

The only thing miiiight come from real life is the fact that most fics are set at Steddie’s apartment or someone’s home. As a kid, my family were pretty housebound because I was sick and even now my life circumstances have me living in a bit of a small bubble – it’s all good btw, but I’m just trying not to give details, so apologies if this part reads a little too vague!

With only a couple of exceptions, most of this AU has developed via community events/prompts.

Right now, I’m working my way through each of the Flufftober Spring Prompts. I try to treat this AU as I would any other prompts – just starting with a super basic idea, maybe even a line of dialogue that gets in my head and seeing where it goes.

For example, the ‘Daisies’ prompt. I knew I wanted Joanie to be making daisy chains with Claudia. Then I thought it could include Wayne, then I wrote from his perspective, then added this silly side Steddie moment. And I always keep in mind how I have this AU set up (even if a lot of those ideas are just sloshing around in my head for now).

Like, Joanie’s grandparent figures are Claudia and Wayne, so what’s her relationship/dynamic like with them? How does Joanie’s personality shape the ficlet too? How is she like Steve and/or Eddie personality-wise in this situation? What parts of her are just your average excitable kid?

I know that overall, I want to keep this AU fluffy and silly. It sometimes falls into angst territory when I start writing about Steve’s parents but I can never bear to leave my Blorbo sad for too long.

Tbh, some comments/tags on my Flufftober Spring writing have me thinking about the meta aspects of this AU in ways I hadn’t before. It’s not like I pre-planned writing a Steddie Dads AU btw, I just fell into it after one ficlet and started to build it out from there. And even things I find myself writing about then sort of become an ongoing thing – if that makes sense. Like Joanie owning a Furby and the silly saga of that has appeared three times now.

The comment on THIS ficlet perfectly sums up an underlying… theme??? I guess, in this AU (Steddie healing their inner child, which BRB SOBBING 😭). Another tag by @marvel-ous-m on this one beautifully described this AU as ‘slices of life’ which it very much is, and I enjoy sticking to that. I guess what I’m getting at with all this is using your own parameters and the interior world of your Emmaverse AU to your advantage.

Gosh I hope this reads okay and isn't too rambling!! I love your Emmaverse and can't wait to read more of it.

Feel free to reply, send more asks or DM (if you want, no pressure of course!) I hope this was helpful in some way 💖😊

[iizukuus]

what is whump? i've came across this in the bnha fandom for the first time through a bunch of fics, yours included, and i searched about it means but i'm not sure if i get it. how would you define/describe it? it seems to be about heavy angst and to indicate that a main character is going to suffer like, a lot, and really, really bad. but is it always... related to some sort of abuse, or not? and, like, does it get into hurt/comfort territory or not necessarily, it can be just hurt hurt hurt with no catharsis, relief, whatsoever by the end?

hey !!!!! so. the way i personally view whump is kind of like a promise of trauma of some kind? physical or psychological torment! whereas angst could be like ;;;; 2 characters getting into a fight or maybe heavy angst — them breaking up and maybe character A getting into a car accident — whump would be like. 2 characters breaking up, character A feeling so depressed over it that they start to mentally decline, fall into depression, begin to drink and steadily spiral and self destruct? toss in some bad decisions with the wrong people and suddenly they get abused by a bad sex partner one night and character B finds them. so angst is like a softer version. it’s displeasure, a little bit of anxiety, unhappiness. whump is like torture. i like my whump to basically be torture porn as long as there is comfort. HOWEVER, whump does not require comfort to be whump. i can only read my whump with comfort but it doesn’t need it.

the reason you’re probably seeing a lot of fics involving abuse paired with the term “whump” is because abuse is pretty extreme it kind of goes beyond the description of “angst” — especially when it’s an explored plot point and goes beyond a mention of it in the fic. when i see “whump” im expecting the character being whumped to basically be tortured at least mentally. it doesn’t mean abuse and isn’t always paired with it! there’s often whump where izuku gets stabbed and it’s just us living through the horrible pain and physiological effects of that with him!

a few examples !!!!

- sexual trauma.

character A telling character B that they have sexual trauma and they’re worried it makes them like, ruined or something would be angst. character A and B having sex and character A having a bad panic attack as they flashback to their abuse during it, would be whump. the first depiction is sad because the mention of it, the second depiction torture because we are with the character as they are living the trauma. we’re living it with them instead of just feeling sad about it for them.

- kidnapping.

lets use katsuki’s! katsuki talking to shouto about how he feels out of sorts after the kidnapping would be angst. katsuki being kidnapped and following what he was experiencing and his thoughts and feelings throughout that time would be whump.

i guess you could say angst is the sad feelings coming from a bad event. whump is the excruciating torture of living the bad event with the character. or the worse before the better.

whump is like angst’s rebellious alternative older brother!!! i hope this helped i’m not very good at explaining things !!!! 😭😭😭

[commaclear]

I think it’s interesting that we’re getting Tommy’s pov in all this before Wilbur’s.

The only thing we’ve seen is him acting chipper and pretending that everything’s fine. But I bet once we get his pov things will look a lot more grim

I also think it would be interesting to see him fall back on his religious side, wondering if he is the reason for everything that happened to Fundy somehow

I imagine his reaction to the podcast dream was on wasn’t really anger, but more sadness

And Quackitys isn’t even there to comfort him

He’s back in the bubble of shame and self hatred he was in the last part of htid

But he doesn’t want to put that on everyone else, they’re struggling too

So he just pretends everything’s fine

Even though he knows Phil can probably smell the cigarettes on him

And that there’s a bottle and pills under his bed- calling his name when he’s finally ready to do everyone a favor and finish the job

So part of the reason it took so long to write a follow up to Breakup Algebra was that everytime I started with Wilbur and Quackity, it all went grim dark so fast, like we're talking dead dove territory and so much drama and angst that it was kinda unreadable

But anything else felt dishonest to what they were going through.... I mean Fundy is gone, right?

So both a time skip forward and pov switch to some secondary characters allowed me to distance myself from the tragedy enough to write something other than grief porn

I deeply admire McCarthy's The Road but it's one of those books that is deeply upsetting and just not fun to read, and that's not my vibe 😭

On an entirely different note....... I do wonder how many podcasts Wilbur listens to ;)

And so far no one is talking about I think the biggest implication of chapter three *cough*

[k4txlulzz]

i've been conflicted and slightly anxious because i asked myself : what if im one of the people who woobifies him?☹️

its really difficult to not care for aventurine when he is a genuinely good person at heart who did not deserve the absolutely diabolically sad backstory he has💀🙏🏼 but it really is hard to not lean into the "eeehhh maybee its not his faultt ??" side of things and not notice the morally bad stuff becuz . angst reasons ? anyway ! what im trying to say is that im a huge aventurine defender! i think he deserves the world despite everything and thats my perspective going into this ;

i genuinely believe people excusing him and babying him leads to them underestimating just how capable, intelligent and resilient this man is and despite me leaning into the "awww blorbo" territory i have always had found this attitude weird😭and im so happy op mentioned the disturbing headcannons because THOSE ARE SO WEIRD !! (T___T)

basically, as an aven defender who sees him as a little meow meow, i agree with this post that man is 1000 different kinds of complicated and im INVESTED !

I wish everyone collectively understood aventurine’s character like you…things would be so much easier! I genuinely don’t understand how people keep getting his motivations wrong??? Could it be because some of the most popular Aven fanfics were written prior to his release? That could have contributed to some of the takes we tend to see about him…thoughts?

I struggled all day to come up with a concise way to answer this and couldn't think of one, so here, have a long-winded ramble:

I don't think early fic writers have much impact in the situation with Aventurine's character now, since most people can look at when a story was posted and go "Oh, this was before we had ____ information."

I think that Aventurine's problem is being a male character in a gacha game. Gacha game characters are designed to sell. Hoyo can sell female characters very, very easily. Give her huge tits and a visible underwear strap and you're good to go. I love all my guy friends, but I'm not gonna sugarcoat it: straight men are not the hardest audience to please. Hit a particular fetish (feet, spandex, dommy mommy), and you're gucci.

Nah, we all know why Jade's trailer is Like That.™

Male characters in gacha are harder to sell because women as consumers are a little harder to predict. Does every woman want a tall, ripped hunk? Shit, no, small cute boyish models like Aventurine are selling better now? Why?! Would a bad boy be more popular than a nice guy??? It's harder to account for women's tastes, especially because they are often (a little) less visually-oriented.

Hoyo is good at what they do though, and they've figured out that male characters sell very well when they possess at least one of two specific traits:

Endearing vulnerability/helplessness

Gay ship tease

Give a character both, like Aventurine? They might as well be printing money.

That sound you hear is Hoyo's stock prices rising.

So, from the very beginning, Hoyo is incentivized to create a character that appeals to people, a character people will want to crack their wallets open for. And they achieved this, first and foremost, by giving Aventurine traits that female players (in particular, but men too), find especially appealing: emotional and physical vulnerability.

We see Aventurine's pain. We sympathize with his grief. We identify with his struggle to make meaning of his difficult life. He's our woobie, blorbo, babygirl, whatever the hell they're calling it now.

He can't hide his suffering anymore. He's on the very edge. He's a dude in distress. He's surrounded by enemies! He misses his mama! He's been betrayed! No one understands him like you do, dear player!

The ultimate feeling evoked is: He needs to be saved.

When people talk about male power fantasies, I think they forget that women can experience them too, and "Emotionally vulnerable man that only I (or my favorite character) can fix" is actually a female power fantasy.

And from there it's really easy, right: the people who shell out cash to buy warps for their harmed-husbando feel like they've saved him; the people who are into mlm ships look for the nearest hot dude to be the savior Ratio was waiting for his time lol.

Morally and intellectually, this type of deep-down-golden-hearted, emotionally-wounded male character is very easy to digest. There is nothing to dislike about this type of character or role in the story: this character is a good guy who has just gone through so many terrible situations, whose victim status makes him endearing, and whose lack of agency means that any of the questionable or downright bad things he does are always the result of someone else forcing his hand, and never something he would have chosen himself.

His motivations are always clear and consistent: get free, heal, and live happily ever after.

Insert the Wreck-It Ralph meme: "Do people assume all your problems got solved when a big strong man showed up?" But to be fair, a big strong man did kind of solve Aventurine's problem, so--

Anyway, it's simple. It's straightforward. Morally, it's pretty cut and dry, black and white: Aventurine is our hero, which means everyone dictating the course of his miserable life is evil.

Hoyo is not remotely discouraging people from literally buying into this emotional appeal.

And trust me, I get it. I'll be the first to admit that hurt-comfort is its own entire genre in fandom because it is so appealing. People eat up Aventurine's tragic backstory like candy! The idea of watching a character go through hell at the hands of bad guys just to finally find a happy end is like the definition of everyone's favorite story.

In fact... people love Aventurine's suffering so much, they have invented whole new ways for him to suffer that aren't even in the game.

This is where we get all the headcanons that Aventurine was a sex slave, every single person he meets hates him because of his race, the Stonehearts are executioners holding knives to his throat, Jade enslaved him to the IPC with a lifelong contract, his material possessions belong to the company, the IPC is forcing him to take only the most dangerous missions where he is being required by his evil jailers to continually put his life on the line... You name it and I promise you, I can find a fanfic where Aventurine suffers from it. 😂

Bro can't even sleep in on his day off; life is so hard for this man.

Being serious: if the game is telling us that Aventurine is a victim... Why not make him the perfect victim?

Why not envision an Aventurine with no freedom, who bears no responsibility for any of the horrible situations he is in or any of the dubious things he does?

It's so natural to like that version of Aventurine, so appealing to see a totally powerless underdog use his own wits and charms to claw his way up to freedom. Or, if you're the kind who really relishes angst: It's even appealing to see Aventurine lose more. To delight in fics where he loses his wealth, where the IPC punishes him for past crimes while he's powerless to stop them... (I assure you, this is many people's cup of tea and the fanfics prove it!)

Ultimately, there's nothing wrong with liking characters who are exactly this straightforward! It's completely fine to embrace characters that are intentionally written to be morally above-board, whose primary role in the story is to generate angst by being a good person who suffers, or those characters who never show unlikable traits, bad decisions, or contradictory actions.

The problem is that that's just not who the game is telling us Aventurine is.

Hoyo may be capitalizing off people who love to envision poor Aventurine still living his life as a slave... But the game also needs to tell a complicated enough story overall to appeal to people who don't care about this specific husbando--Aventurine's role in the actual game's plot has to be interesting enough for almost everyone to appreciate it, not just Aventurine's simp squad. (Don't get mad, I'm in the simp squad with you.)

So his character doesn't stop at just being a pure-hearted victim who is still waiting to be saved.

Aventurine is not that easy to label, and I think the biggest struggle in this character's fandom right now is between people who prefer the even-more-angsty, still-a-slave Aventurine versus people who want a morally grey, self-destructive character instead.

To me personally, while I greatly understand the appeal of fanon!Aventurine and the joy of a really juicy angst fic where characters lose it all, I think that missing out on the depth that canon is suggesting would be a real loss on the fandom's part.

The character motivations that Aventurine shows in the game are complicated. They cancel each other out. They're basically self-harm! He makes almost every situation he's in worse for himself--on purpose.

He is a good person, but also a person who has done unspeakable things. He does have morals, but he's not above allowing those who don't have them to use him to their advantage.

He's both the victim and the victor. He's his own worst enemy. He's a lost little boy who's been making terrible decisions for himself since he was like eight years old, and a grown ass man who is barely managing to fake his way through an existence that destiny is not letting him quit.

This kind of character is a lot harder to embrace. He's done things that most people would find appalling--like willingly joining up with the organization that let his entire race be massacred. He's invented a whole new peacock persona to frivolously flaunt riches he doesn't even care about (Poison Dart Frog Self-Defense 101). He actively plays into racist stereotypes about his people to manipulate others through their preconceived expectations. He's made a mockery of his mother's and sister's hopes and dreams by endlessly trying to throw his own life away.

He has flaws! He bet everything he had on a ploy without doing his homework to find out if the people he was risking his life for were even still around. (Maybe he already knew, and couldn't bear to admit it, even to himself.) He's intentionally off-putting and obnoxious to everyone he meets (Poison Dart Frog Self-Defense 102). He terrifies everyone who gets close to him by (seemingly) carelessly throwing himself into the jaws of death without the slightest provocation.

He knowingly allows the IPC to exploit his power and talents for profit. Did everyone forget that his role in the Strategic Investment Department is asset liquidation?! Like, his actual day-to-day job is ruining people's lives. Canonically, Aventurine kills people when his deals go bad.

His motivations change off-screen in two lines of story text. We're told in one line that his biggest reason for joining the IPC was to make money to save the Avgin, then in the next line we find out that's impossible. And... then what? What motivations does he even have now? The whole point of his character arc from 2.0-2.1 is that he was on the edge of giving in to utter despair and nihilism because he couldn't even perceive a single reason to stay alive. He has no purpose in life before Penacony, and that didn't start with the Stonehearts at all??

People keep saying Aventurine was held in the IPC by golden handcuffs, but how do you tie down someone for whom profit is meaningless? What can you offer to a man whose only desire is to bring back something already lost forever? How do you imprison someone whose only definition of freedom is, canonically, death?

Working for the Stonehearts is obviously not healthy. But that's why Aventurine was doing it--because taking dangerous missions allowed him to put himself at risk. The job that he originally pursued hoping to save his people became a direct means to self-harm, and the IPC's only real role in that was just happily profiting off the results.

The journal entries for Aventurine's quests are there deliberately to tell the player what is on his mind, and none of it has to do with escaping from his job:

Like... Work is the least of this man's problems.

At really the risk of rambling on too long now, he's also just a massive walking contradiction:

Aventurine is among the most explicitly religious characters in the game, yet he's one of the only people in the entire game that we have ever seen actively question his people's aeon.

You might be tempted to think Aventurine's risky gambles with his life as an adult are a result of giving up after finding out about the Avgin massacre... Butttt no, Hoyo makes sure to tell us that even at knee-high in the Sigonian desert, Kakavasha was already willing to risk himself in a fight to the death against monsters because even back then he found his own life to have less value than a single memento.

He's the "chosen one" who will lead his people to prosperity... except they're all dead.

He's explicitly suicidal... andddd also a pathstrider of Preservation.

He wants to die... He doesn't want to die. He wants to make it end, yet goes to staggering lengths to continually survive. (Every plan risks his life on purpose--but every plan's win condition is also to live.) He life is the chip tossed down, but his hand is trembling beneath the table. When faced with an otherwise unsurvivable situation, Aventurine literally became a winner of the Hunger Games. He beat other innocent people to death with his own chain-bound hands just to come out alive.

He knows the IPC failed the Avgin and left them to die... and he still willingly sought out a position of power in their organization. Maybe he really is after revenge... but maybe not.

He starts his journey in the IPC with a truly noble goal in mind: to help his people using his newfound wealth and power. He's a good guy who did genuinely want to save the Avgin and repay all those who helped him. But once it became clear he was too late, once it was obvious he would have no use at all for that monetary wealth and power he risked his life to get... What did he do with it? Unlike Jade, we don't see him over here donating to orphanages. (I'm not that heartless; I'm sure he does actually do a lot of good things with his money on the side, but the point is that the game does not show us that--it shows us, over and over again, Aventurine putting on a wasteful, over-indulgent persona toward wealth. We've supposed to feel how meaningless money is to him, how meaningless everything is becoming to him.)

He outright refuses to use underhanded tactics or to cheat at gambles, which is meant to show us that's he's more morally upright than his coworkers. There's an entire exchange where he says that he'll never stoop to using manipulation the way Opal does. But... he doesn't have any issue fulfilling Opal's exact agenda. He was never remotely morally conflicted about denying the Penaconians their freedom by dragging Penacony back under IPC control.

He's willing to risk his own life, which is one thing--but he's also willing to risk other people's well-being. Topaz accuses him of constantly egging their clients on into dangerous situations; we've actively seen him shove a gun into Ratio's hands and pull the trigger with no care for how Ratio would feel about that on their very first meeting... Dragging the Astral Express crew into the entire Penacony plan in the first place was exceedingly dangerous...

To me, I just think it's vital to understand his character through the lens of these contradictions because they demonstrate the extreme polarity of Aventurine's life: from rags to riches, from powerless to empowered by multiple aeons, from willing to kill to survive to killing himself... He has quite literally lived a life of "all or nothing," and while he is the victim of many terrible situations out of his control, his arc as a character involves facing the truth of himself and the future his own actions are hurtling him toward.

Frankly, the Aventurine that canon is suggesting is a little annoying. You want to grab him by the shoulders, shake him, and say "Why are you like this?!" And he won't even have an answer for you, because he doesn't even know why he's still alive.

In the end, to me, this is so, so much more interesting. I can read an endless supply of hurt-comfort fics where Aventurine escapes the evil IPC and Ratio is there to fill the void in his life with the power of love and catcakes and be a perfectly happy clam online, but I want canon to continue to serve us this incredible mess of a man who constantly takes one step forward and two steps back.

Who is fully aware of his role as a cog in the grotesque profit-wheel of cosmic capitalism and still manages to say he never changed from the rags-wearing desert rat of the Sigonian wastes.

Who over and over again flirts with nihility but, ultimately, even if he has to wrest it from the grip of the gods themselves with bloody, chain-bound hands, chooses life.

[hard-core-super-star]

I- keep me on my toes??dhsjakak okay?? mhm, very deserved win....🙄 good thing luck is on my side, I could say the jury just likes me too much to not be merciful, but then that could lead to them proving me wrong just for the sake of it, so I'll keep quiet.

how so? 🤨 and, yeah... I think we maybe, just maybe, I'm saying maybe we should do this, I'm right behind you on this one. we nailed it.

thank you, but I think it shines brightest when you're the one using 119%. that's... that's cute 🥹 mailing it would only make the process longer and more complicated, so giving it to them in person was clearly better lmao. okay, so who has a better memory, you or a goldfish? more scientific research. yup, unfortunately that's how it, and I'm almost ranting about how unfair this is.

cute until be the person ignored by your cat who is literally your best friend 😭 poor baby, I didn't mean to laugh but the way you put it made it funny- hajkskakdjk oh my, this is so adorable. have you been with them for a long time? I'm also proud, I think we're both behaving ourselves about this.

yes! I just created a group of angst fic enthusiasts, you're invited to join it. (hmmmm... okay. this will be my “good night and sleep well” to you. here is your so wanted second star, you deserved it 💫 this one is a shooting star so you have one wish)

– 🌟

i definitely didn't fall asleep before you sent this last nightand it's definitely not 5am right now 😶 hey, hey, i don’t appreciate that sarcasm, put the eye roll away. that…might not be completely wrong but since you technically didn't say it, i won't confirm or deny your suspicions.

i mean, out of the two of us, you're still the anonymous one so you have an extra layer of safety. look at us finally agreeing on something, i’m proud. i don't know exactly how we should go about doing this but i’m down if you are 👀

you don't think it shines bright when a literal star uses it? akdjjdjdsksk 🥹 yeah, plus giving it to them in person also allowed me to see their reaction in real time. i don't think any of my friends ever thought it was as cool as i did but that's alright, no harm done 🤷 as painful as it is to admit it, if you're doing scientific research, i’m going to have to give it to the goldfish. my memory is awful which makes studying for exams very fun…not. it’s very unfair but weirdly…idk if romantic is the word i’m looking for but it’s something like that. not necessarily the having to hide part but being able to fall in love regardless of all the backlash that lingers.

i- you always end up laughing when i share these things so idk, i think you just like laughing at me, tbh. i am once again threatening to bring the sad eyes emoji back, i think i deserve it this time. i’ve had one of them for i think 8-ish years, almost 9, and the other one literally showed up at my door 4 years ago. i’ve obviously grown very attached to both of them, even if they’re mean af. i think so too, we’re very well behaved.

i will very happily join it considering so many of my fics end up leaning into angst territory. [i didn't see this last night but thank you anyway aksksksk it’s most definitely morning for you so good morning! and thank you!! finally. i only had to be dramatic and practically beg for it but i appreciate it. and i definitely made a wish, too bad i can't share it or it won't come true 😶]

[dalkyeom]

Had the chance to grab some albums while I was shopping some gifts for my friends and the wrecker pull is strong as usual.

I’m slowly integrating back into society! It was a really long week but had my svt playlist to keep me company. Will be posting art in a bit again!

[kittarts]

I just arrived in this page and im in love with your artstyle and Kiri x rotxo stuff 😭😭❣ (perhaps i could ask about any headcanons that you may have about them or show more content about them?? IM OBSESSED❣)

Thankyou so much! Welcome to my page!! 

And oh my god happily,, 

I just love the idea of Rotxo being immediately head over heels for her, he’s so determined to court her he tries everything in his book to prove himself a worthy partner! Cue heaps of Metkayina courting attempts. 

But poor Kiri has so much obviously on her mind she’s either completely unaware or doesn’t know how to react — maybe we can throw in some angst and say her uncertainty is her insecurity about whether she’s proper Na’vi or not! Maybe she doesn’t think she’ll be able to provide what he wants in a relationship with her, because she knows she’s not ‘normal’ and can do things others can’t 👀 

So she thinks Rotxo has this fantasy of them growing old, all lovey dovey on the reef when she’s already lost hope of ever having a relaxing life after Quaritch came back into the picture. So Rotxo pursuing her makes her sad because she doesn’t think she’ll be able to provide that safe normalcy for him 😭

In reality Rotxo doesn’t want a normal life, he just wants Kiri 🥺

I like to think Metkayina courting is him spending extra time with Tuk, subtly showing her he can take care of her family. Or maybe hunting rare fish to cook for her after she goes through another seizure? Bringing her meals to show he can provide food. Maybe if she eats the food he thinks it’s a sign she’s interested too when in reality she was just hungry and doesn’t understand Metkayina courting rituals nskjsj 

Rotxo totally lives in an all female family I feel this to my core, so he cooks her meals based on what the women in his family enjoy best.

Apparently Tonowari likes Rotxo around Aonung because he’s a good influence bahah, I take that as meaning Rotxo doesn’t seek out conflict. So it’d be interesting if he starts acting out more when Kiri comes into the picture, which is very unlike him, so the whole tribe notices quick.

Imagine Rotxo asking for Neytiri’s approval, only to find out Kiri’s birth mother is actually in a tank in the Omatikaya forest, and so he goes out of his way to meet Grace and speak to her regardless of him being out of his element and in dangerous territory. It’s tradition, so he takes it very seriously. 

I just love the idea that Kiri is just this special spirit whisperer that attracts all these gentle creatures and Rotxo is one of them 😭

Oh also, David and Nani clip because it’s Kiri, Tuk and Rotxo vibes!