#also i went into this exchange like. ok i can write a ton of works but they should all stay short

[shortfeather]

night one's word count: 2,424 words on [redacted-1] and 170 words on [redacted-2]

total: 2,594 words/20,000

no snippet sadly, because these works are both for an exchange that stays anonymous for a while and I don't want to break the rules

[justice-maul]

Hot Cocoa~ Peter Parker x Winged Male Reader

Word count: 2,360

Request(s):

Ello hi would like winged male reader x peter Parker,so like the reader has wing but peter does not know about it ,the reader is a superhero called nightwing and peter and him has crossdress but never saw one another without their mask and ,male reader thought that he would tell peter also pure fulff I can imagine so excited (sorry if it is too much) Love-night anon <3

Hey! Can I request fluff spider-man(tom) x male reader with wings also he is a super hero like tom and reader is best friend but tom and reader have feeling for each other and tom finds out that reader is a super hero and he is just so excited

Author Note: sorry if this took a while I tried to accommodate both requests but please remember English isn’t my first language and tried to make it up to both of you by writing a lot more stuff than usual

I’m one of the many vigilantes that New York City has but I mostly work in queens where another powered hero works the famous Spider-Man

I’ve seen him many times during my work he always talks a lot and asks me a ton of questions about my wings so I try not to answer too many for fear of my identity being figured out

I work and patrol every night but by morning I’m completely normal I have to make sure everything about me is completely hidden so working in the dark like Batman or something is my best option

By morning I’m a barista at a coffee shop where I work with my friends Ned and Mj who have all been my friends since high school

And then there’s Peter Parker, I’ve also known him for the same amount of time but I’ve always been in love with him

He visits the shop every morning and afternoon talking to Mj and Ned and trying to talk to me but it’s like every time we see each other neither of us knows what to say

Today was a slow day so we closed up early and then stayed over hours sitting down drinking hot cocoa while Ned was talking about a new video game

Mj was making a bunch of jokes about what a nerd he was and I couldn’t help but laugh at the jokes as Mj suddenly changed her attention to me

“Sooooo you and Peter huh?” She said looking at me with a sly smile as I scoffed and shook my head watching as she and Ned exchanged a look

“Where just friends ok?” I said as both of them huffed at that rolling their eyes at me as I shrugged them off taking a sip of my drink

“Ok well you can tell him that when he gets here,” Ned said as he and Mj started chuckling both watching my shocked expression

“What? You called him here?!” I said practically yelling as heat ruse up in my face and Mj took her time sipping her drink before answering me

“Yeah it’s a slow day so we wanted to have him join us and maybe get you guys to finally talk,” she said laughing at my reaction

“Oh come on it’ll be fun we can all just hang out,” Ned said with a big grin as I groaned out a small fine and they both cheered clinking their cups before chugging it down

I went to go make another batch of cocoa for everyone including Peter as I was almost done I noticed that my wings were feeling uncomfortable

I’ve never had them like that for a long period and it hurt a ton I peeled out of the back and saw Mj and Ned and called out to them

“Hey, guys I'm gonna use the bathroom real quick ok?” I said as they both said alright before Mj said

“Just don’t take too long lover boy!” And they both erupted into laughter as I walked into the bathroom I removed my clothes and let out my wings

They were stalls in the bathroom but none of them could possibly fit my wings as they were to large when they spread out

I groaned as they spread out slowly, I rolled my shoulders and flapped them a bit to get more movement in them to try and soothe them a bit

Peter Parker’s Pov:

Mj and Ned had invited me to the store saying that it was a slow day, I had just finished with my patrol and decided it would be good to see my friends and the guy I like

I walked there and knocked on the door as I heard them fighting over which one should get up and open the door I chuckled to myself at their behavior

Ned ended up opening the door as Mj shot him a look from where she was sitting I stepped inside taking in the homey smell and the atmosphere

“Where’s y/n,” I asked them as they both looked at each tiger with smug smiles that made my face heat up

“He’s in the bathroom” Ned replied locking the door again and walking back to his seat as I joined them

“Ned hand him your controller,” Mj said as he groaned at that sounding offded

“Why do I have to do that! I suggested the game” he whined as she scoffed at his behavior

“Because he’s good at it,” she said as he let out a hurt gasp at the accusation she gave him

“Hey it’s fine I don’t have to play I can just watch you guys,” you said trying not to escalate anything as Ned gave a happy smile and Mj rolled her eyes

I watched as they played against each other Ned losing as she laughed at him and even though Mj makes fun of us for being nerds she was always secretly one or not secret

“Hey y/n hasn’t been back for a while shouldn’t we check on him?” Ned asked curiously eyeing both as we started to notice his absence

“I think Peter should go, since he’s the only one not playing,” Mj said as Ned both nodded at me not giving me room to argue as my face turned red

“Alright I’ll see if he’s ok” I got up and headed through the back to the bathroom, I assumed he would be in a stall so I opened the door with no second thought only to be completely taken aback at the sight before me

Reader’s Pov

My head whipped around as I and Peter made eye contact and we both stood there frozen neither of us making the first move both standing completely shocked

I had known that someone could walk in at any time but I was sure It was locked I was always careful but the slow day must have messed me up

Knowing I couldn’t have him say anything to the others I pulled him inside and locked the door behind me and turned to face him as he watched me speechless

“Peter you can’t say a thing to the others do you understand?” I said practically begging him grabbing his shoulders to emphasize my point as he looked at me with wide eyes

“Y-yeah yeah! I won’t tell anyone I promise,” he stuttered out pondering something on his mind and I knew the question

“Yes I’m the vigilante with wings Peter,” I said sighing as he smiled brightly at me practically beaming

“That’s the coolest thing ever! How do you use them? Are you an alien? Can you fight with them?” He was practically attacking me with questions and I couldn’t help but feel that he was adorable

“I use them like any bird, I’m not alien, and not that well,” I answered as he smiled at my replies my body finally relaxed but my feathers felt uncomfortable

I groaned again as I moved them a bit spreading them out further as Peter watched in awe

“Do they hurt?” He asked in genuine concern with a small pout, his empathetic nature always helped me feel better

“Only when I keep them in the same position for too long they kinda feel packed in the same area but I can’t reach most of them,” I said showing him by reaching a hand back

“Do you want me to help you?” Turning my head to look back at him he smiled more softly at me this time not trying to overstep any boundaries

“Fine, but don’t treat me like some type of lab rat,” I said pulling them back in to face the mirror before completely spreading them out to the point where I couldn’t see Peter anymore

“That’s so cool,” he said lowly this time running his fingers atop my feathers and I sighed at the gentle touch practically leaning into it

“Don’t waste time just spread them out a bit and if they look out of place, put them back if you can,” I said telling him to do knowing that he probably would have been confused

“Ok, got it.” He said testing the water by spreading out a few feathers farther out near the top of my wing as he gently pulled on them careful not to hurt me

It felt like getting a good back rub and honestly, Peter was pretty damn good at this his hands were almost made for this in a way

He started moving in toward my back as he finally reached the end and ran his hand over it making me turn my head at him as he made eye contact with me

“Sorry” he quickly said getting back to work and moving onto my other wing and giving it the same care and treatment as the other working his way gently towards the end as he made sure or be extra careful with himself

He finally finished with both smoothing out both of my wings and putting them into place one final time before pulling back

I reclined my wings and turned to face him grabbing my shirt from atop the sink as he finally seemed to notice the fact that I was shirtless blushing and turning away

I chuckled at his reaction putting on my work shirt and buttoning it up fixing any creases before putting on the apron and tying it around me as he stood there nervously chewing his nails

“Thanks for the help I needed that,” I said trying to break the silence as he finally looked up at me and I gave him a smile to which he so gladly returned

“It’s no big deal I can help you next time if you ever need it again,” he spoke out turning an even darker shade

“Plus,” he added “I get what it’s like with the whole vigilante thing,” he said looking up at me as he was trying to gaze at my reaction

“What do you mean?” I asked urging him on as he pondered what to tell me

“Well don’t tell anyone but I’m um kind of Spider-Man,” he said sounding unsure of himself

“What do you mean kind of?” I asked as he looked down embarrassed

“Let me just show you,” he said grabbing a bracelet-like a thing and putting it on his wrist before he used it showing his webs

“Holy shit,” I let out astonished at that as he giggled a bit at my reaction

“I built these but I do have powers like super strength and stuff,” he said scratching the back of his neck

“That’s pretty cool Peter, you always did have a heroes heart,” I said smiling at him as he did the same bashfully

“Well maybe we could talk about it sometime or even team up how cool would that be?” He said excitedly

“And we can share how we both got these abilities and help each other with this” he continued rambling

“Sure we could set up a date,” I said smugly as he nodded at that

“We should probably get back before the tiger starts getting suspicious,” I said pointing to the door he agreed and he walked out

I walked into the kitchen and motioned for him to come with me as he stood by me watching as I was finishing up the cups I had made earlier

“Who else knows?” I asked him not facing him this time focused entirely on the drinks

“Just Ned he helps sometimes but no one else, you?” He asked eyeing me curiously as I mixed in some caramel in all four cups

“No one knows your the first,” I answered nonchalantly as I added some whipped cream and a ton of marshmallows with caramel drizzled on top

I finally turned to face him as I noticed his face looking happy and almost fulfilled at my response

I turned my body completely toward him as I approached him and he looked up at me innocently

“Peter, I’ve liked you for some time now can I know if you feel the same?” I asked him lowly making sure he could still hear me and watching as his ears turned red and he blushed

“I like you too I have for a while,” he said just as low as I grabbed his chin and leaned in to kiss him softly pressing a sweet kiss on his lips as he put his hand on the counter steadying himself

I pulled away and he looked behind him in shock and clear embarrassment as I followed his gaze to see Mj and Ned standing behind us in the doorway

They both had smug looks on their faces as Mj reached out her hand towards Ned and he handed her some money groaning

“I told you I could make them confess,” she said pride radiating off of her as she smiled

I just laughed at the two's antics grabbing their cups and handing them to them as they both accepted them eagerly

“Thanks, y/n you make the best cocoa,” Ned said taking a big gulp of it Mj agreed, nodding as she sipped her drink

I turned to hand Peter his drink who gave me a small and quiet thank you before taking a sip himself and nodding his head

“Ok let’s go watch a movie or something else I’m bored with nerdy games,” Mj said turning around and heading out as Ned followed out

I took my own cup and gently grabbed Peters's hand as he smiled at me and we walked out together hand in hand sipping our drinks

We sat down with the gang fighting over which we should choose and Mj tell us that all of our movie choices suck before we all decided to watch some cheesy movie laughing the entire time

Being a hero it’s normal for me to feel alone usually, but sitting here with everyone watching a movie drinking some cocoa, and finally having someone I could trust with my secret felt nice to have even if it was just for a second

~The End~

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 13 “When She Finally Leaves” [Episode List] Dana spends the whole day at Dave’s place. When the girl leaves, Tim, who’s now Dave’s roommate, finds out how much gas a man can hold in just to not look gross in front of a girl.

When She Finally Leaves

In the last few weeks I’ve been spending more and more nights at Dave’s place, whether because I needed a place to work, write my essays, or simply to spend some quality time watching bad films and drinking beer. It was Dave himself to ask me to “marry him” (as he jokingly put it), basically becoming official roommates, which also meant dividing our tasks and obviously splitting the rent.

And honestly we were having a great time. We both had jobs, fortunately, which were not much but they did pay taxes for now and it was overall a great experience. Friend or not, Dave is an excellent roommate, being pretty good at cooking and organising chores; the same could be said for me actually, though in some cases we have our own preferences; for example Dave prefers cooking (the fact that I’m bad at it it’s purely coincidental) so we agreed I’ll be the one doing the dishes.

We also had our buds crashing over what is now *our* place a couple of times, which resulted in more bad films and beer, or even nerd stuff such as gaming together. Of course however, the person who most often came over is obviously Dana, Dave’s girlfriend. She’s pretty cool though we don’t really hang out with her when Dave’s not around, though as I said she’s pretty easy-going.

Tonight we’ve been watching a trash movie. Yes, the three of us. Don’t worry, I was a welcome addition today. Dave would usually just tell me to leave for a few hours if sex was on the table (sometimes literally on the table, the one where we eat our food…) as we respect each others enough to just be straightforward whenever we needed some privacy. Tonight however it was just chilling like three friends hanging out together (knowing however that Dave would just give me a signal should things get more heated up you know).

We were in the living room. I was on an armchair, working on my laptop, despite the poor wi-fi. On the long wide couch beside me, Dave and Dana chilling and watching the movie with more attention than me, my bud’s left arm around his girlfriend, sometimes making remarks on how bad it was. We all had a can of beer, because of course we did.

The couple brought some takeouts for dinner, some fast-food a few blocks from here (Dana’s idea, actually, which we were both thankful for). Dave, chilling next to Dana, was wearing his signature casual outfit: a grey shirt and pair of dark blue loose jeans, details that my gay-ass eyes immediately noticed and more than once stared at.

“Oh wow the helicopter just blew up I’m speechless.” Dave said, sarcastically.

“A Subversive Masterpiece: that’s what they were going for when they wrote this.” Dana added, and they both chuckled.

I also did my fair share of sarcastic remarks though work got most of my attention, even though it was nothing urgent, just me trying to get some stuff done as fast as possible.

“Did the shark just wink at him?” my bro commented.

“They’re best friends now.” his girlfriend explained. What a great film.

After 15 more minutes the movie ended with the three of us clapping at a shot of a man and a shark exchanging a look of gratitude to each other, as the Sun set into the never-ending ocean. Drugs played a big role into the making of this move I’m 100% sure.

“Well, that was enlightening, but I gotta head back home. The Uber’s almost here.” Dana said, as she got up and reached for her purse and some other stuff.

“You’re really sure about that? Come on, stay here for the night.” Dave suggested. “I taught Tim to play dead. We can throw food at him.” he then joked.

“I can also bring you the newspaper upstairs, tomorrow morning.” I played along.

Dana chuckled in response. “I’m sure you’ll win the next contest you two, but I gotta wake up super early tomorrow.”

The couple walked towards the front door. The entrance was next to the living room, a few steps behind the couch. Dave and I sometimes darkly joked that any assassin could easily ambush us because whenever we’re on the couch anyone could sneak into the house behind us, with enough care (we then prefer to drink about it).

“Call me when you get home.” Dave said and the two shared a quick kiss.

In the meantime I moved on the bigger (and more comfortable) couch, more or less in Dana’s spot, as I also have better wi-fi reception there. I left my laptop on the small table in front of me because apparently all of my laptops have to be shitty and take some time to even the most basic stuff. As I inspected the wi-fi icon flashing on the screen, I heard Dave shutting the door and walking back to the couch. After a few steps his tall figure was already towering over me.

“Yeah the reception is pretty bad lately.” he commented, and then collapsed next to me.

Only a few seconds and he already had that well-known smirk drawn on his face; he then quickly adjusted his position. He completely laid down, extended his demin-clad legs, with his left one resting on the back of the couch, ending right behind my neck. In a moment, Dave ended up showing off his loose, almost-sagging jeans-clad ass directly next to me, as his legs trapped me into a gentle yet strong grip. Seeing both that “wall” made of jeans and my bro’s smirk at the same time was a sight I never truly got used to. He was just lying there, next to me, with his ass pointed at me, as if it was one big prank, even though he knew exactly how much I enjoyed that.

“Bro you’re ready?” he asked, still sporting that smirk.

When even Dave goes as far as asking me if I’m ready, then I knew that the fart was going to be gargantuan. And I realized why: Dana has been with us and my bro the entire day, so it’s possible that Dave just held all of his gas in for hours. We all experienced this, then when the girl leaves, men get to “relax”. Other than that, Dave had tons of beer and junk food. I stared at that denim butt, for the first time almost scared of what my bud was capable of; I knew a fart was coming, and I knew it was going to be big.

But what Dave said next really once again confirmed how chill he is around me.

“Believe me: you might want to get closer for this one.” he said, laughing a bit.

He sported weirdly reassuring smile, Dave’s millionth attempt at saying “It’s ok, Tim.” as he probably noticed now nervous I became when he assumed that pose.

The teasing bastard then went full bully on me and simply reached for my head with his long right arm and gently pulled me down, as if I was bowing to that still silent denim-clad ass. I just heard him laugh like an idiot, as it usually happens. Despite my head being down and in front of that ass, I could still see Dave’s face and that smirk. He raised his eyebrows and half-closed his eyes as he started pushing, but he didn’t need to put all that effort into ripping that blast.

It’s like the fart was barely contained in the first place: it immediately exploded with a loud sound right into my face. Dave closed his eyes and kept his smirk as the blast probably surprised him as well. It was low-pitched and dry, a completely natural gas-eruption that sounded like an engine. The stench was unbearable, a mixture of beer and junk food, surprise to no one.

While farting, Dave adjusted his position as bit, spreading his legs bit more, with my face getting almost planted into that denim-clad butt as he effortlessly kept ripping that immense flatulence. Hours and hours of gas being erupted as if I was in front of a dormant volcano that just woke up. And I feared that “hours” was what he was going for ‘cause after 20 seconds the fart didn’t even lose power.

Dave still had this smirk drawn on his face and occasionally stared down at me as he completely destroyed my face and nose with his incredible farting skills, skills that constantly let me speechless, fetish or not. He was the fart master, a showoff with a manly talent that I could only bow to and endure in the hop-

“Sorry, I forgot my house keys.”

The fart immediately stopped and it all went silent: It was Dana.

Dave turned his head to his girlfriend, greeting her with the stupidest smile you can think of.

“Oh stay there no worries, they’re right here.” I heard Dana say as she reached for keys, probably hanging right next to the door, my face still almost planted in my friend’s denim ass. That felt surreal.

I completely froze (not that I could move) but I knew that she couldn’t see me (just like I couldn’t see her) as I was lying down. All she could see from where she was standing was Dave’s head and his right leg resting on the back of the couch, since the entrance was behind our couch.

I was terrified, while Dave was doing his best not laugh like an idiot.

“What’s so funny?” Dana asked, laughing a bit herself, definitely noticing her boyfriend being weird.

My teasing bro quickly glanced down at me, almost losing it (and still holding holding the fart in, which didn’t stop the smell from burning my nostrils).

“N-nothing’” he stuttered. That’s it, he was gonna laugh like an idiot.

“Okay” I heard Dana, not really convinced of the boyfriend’s answer though.

There was a moment of awkward silence and then we heard a car honk, thank goodness.

“Oh… it’s my Uber. Bye!” the girl said, quickly leaving the house and shutting the door behind her.

Another moment of silence followed, Dave still staring at the entrance. I was shaking, I was legitimately scared that someone was gonna find out, which was weird given the hotness I was experiencing in that moment, even without the fart being ripped.

“Ok… where were we?” Dave asked, turning back to me, with a smirk. “Oh yeah!”

And he effortlessly resumed farting, just as loud, proud and powerful as it was before the interruption, directly into my face. The terror I experienced moments before was blown away by that incredibly blast and me being rock-hard, as it usually happens when Dave showoffs his gassy talent around me, or on me.

Dozens of seconds passed and at this point Dave just played along. He nodded at me, faking a serious expression, as if he was listening to something actually interesting instead of his own loud fart still going on strong; after about ten more seconds he checked the time on his wrist-watch and acted surprised, then stared down at me as if he wanted to say “damn that is long!”. We both however actually lost the track of time and he simply relaxed as if I wasn’t even in front of his ass, all while the fart was still being blasted in my face.

Dave then reached for my head again and gently pushed it inches closer to his roaring ass, and I felt the vibrations of his rip all over my face: it was literally an earthquake.

How long was it lasting? More than 1 minute perhaps? How much gas can a man hold in? Dave certainly was pushing for a record. All I knew is that I felt privileged witnessing that, even though I was beyond being a mere witness since no particle of gas missed my eyes and nostrils.

However (finally, actually), the fart seemingly started to lose power, the once-continuous sound starting to “stutter” and turning more into a fast series of loud farts, fired back-to-back. The show (because that’s what it was: a show) ended with a loud, 5 seconds blast, and Dave’s laughter.

I slowly got up, sweaty, my nose burning, with a startled look to which my bro reacted with another immature cackle. I was now sitting next to him as I was before, and looked back at my bud, who in the meantime re-adjusted his pose. He was still lying down, still kind of showing off his loose-sagging ass, but in a less “menacing” way: now he was just chilling.

“When’s Dana coming over again?” I joked. I mustered all the courage I had left to say that. I was impressed by the fact that I could still speak considering that all of my blood probably flooded my boner at that point.

Dave laughed at that lame joke, thank goodness. “As if I need Dana to blast you like this.”

He raised one leg, again showing off his sagging denim ass in my direction. He quickly sucked some air in and after a few moments and weird noises a loud 6 seconds fart erupted. For his standards, that’s basically a weak one.

My friend just casually joking and bragging about facefarting me and then farting on command to prove it made me lose it, as I felt my boner… dampening. He didn’t notice it but he knew that I had a hard-on, that’s for sure.

I didn’t want to just rush into the bathroom so I just stared at my laptop, still on the table, in front of me: the wi-fi signal was stronger than ever. I jokingly like to think that Dave’s blast was so powerful it actually influenced the signal somehow and improved it.

I turned to my bud, still lying on his side of the couch, just checking his phone and being… casually hot.

“Thanks man.” I said, not for the wi-fi though.

He lowered his phone, revealing a blank reaction “Really?” he said, rolling his eyes, with a bored expression. “Stop being cringe and do the dishes.”

Fuck, I totally forgot about those. We had takeout food but we still used some of our dishes. I immediately got up and rushed to the kitchen, hoping that Dave was distracted by his phone enough to not notice by boner through my sweatpants.

Once in the kitchen, a place that wasn’t tainted by Dave’s gas, my nostrils could still feel my bro’s fart-stench. That’s how soaked up in his gas I was. Even my ears needed some time to adjust to the silence, now that I didn’t have a deafening fart being ripped right into my skull. 

And I just knew that this wasn’t the last time this was gonna happen. I’m Dave’s roommate, and being roomies means we have to divide our tasks: he’s the farter, I’m the sniffer.

End of Episode 13

[whumpmatsus]

Sup fam! 👋 while I'm still organizing my own list of ways to torments the bois, I thought I'd send my first request in! Not exactly sure how the different combos can work, but maybe 19 for Ichimatsu? 😼

Definitely more to come lol 😹 but I'll make sure to spread them out so you don't feel overwhelmed. Thank you so much, I caaaare yooooou 💞💞💞

Ultimate Whump Writing Meme! / ACCEPTING!

19. Grief/mourning

OHOHO I can't wait to see your list! X3c

the combos are pretty easy, I can see where they might be confusing tho! some of them don't have letters along with the number which means it's not a 'category', it's just its own thing, but if it does have letters to go with it, you can choose one of those letters.

LIKE, say if you sent a request for a character with 1A, the 1 is "acute infectious disease", which is like, pretty broad and contains a TON of different diseases, which have their own letters. so if you just sent 1 by itself I'd spin the wheel to see which illness I felt like giving the character, but if you specify 1A, that means the request is for the character suffering from a cold!

another example, 6 is the "broken bones" category, you can send that to let me choose which bone I wanna break, but there's also the choice of different ones so if you send, ohhh, 6A, that means you want the character to have a broken rib

SO YEAH I can see where it's a lil confusing but I hope I explained it ok!!

(send ALL THE REQUESTS you could never overwhelm me XD)

anyways I've seen this idea done a couple times but I haven't seen anyone put an Iro spin on it and I was craving that Iro content sooooo...

TRIGGER WARNING though, for animal death! tread lightly <3

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Ichimatsu has been sitting outside for hours holding the body.

It was a surprise to everyone when he came home carrying a heap of fluffy orange fur, not moving or breathing. Ichimatsu himself looked no different than usual, his half-lidded expression, probably too in shock to have an actual response. He was immediately crowded around, everyone asking questions, and all he could do was explain in that soft-spoken voice he uses when he’s trying not to cry.

He didn’t even really know what happened himself. He just told them he hadn’t seen ESP Kitty for a few days, and then tonight he went out to feed all his cats… and there was his precious friend in the alley. Surrounded by a bunch of his other cats, almost like they were protecting him, and moving only once Ichimatsu approached.

The tears started to form when he talked about picking ESP Kitty up, seeing the cat’s eyes open to look up at him. And ESP Kitty let out a weak meow, closed his eyes, and died in Ichimatsu’s arms. “It was like he was waiting for me,” Ichimatsu said bitterly, and the tears began to drip down. “Like he was just hanging on long enough to say goodbye.”

Then he pushed past all of his brothers, went out the back door, and has been sitting on the grass outside ever since.

None of them really know what to do or how to handle this. It’s the first time one of Ichimatsu’s cats has passed away, and especially one who he was so close to; who they were all so close to, to be honest. They’ve all kind of hung back, thinking he needs some time alone to process everything. After all, Ichimatsu likes to be left alone at the best of times, and none of them can imagine him reacting positively to their company right now.

However, when it’s time to get ready for bed, around midnight when they all start to get tired, Ichimatsu hasn’t come back inside. It’s not exactly freezing outside, but it’s certainly a chilly fall evening, and they’re starting to worry that he might be losing himself in his grief.

Before any of them can actually agree on who would be the best fit to go check on him, Karamatsu’s volunteered to take first crack at it. Tonight it seems like he’s the one not taking no for an answer rather than caving to everyone else. The rest of them look at each other with a silent exchange of words, and eventually come to the conclusion that, as kind and sensitive as Karamatsu is, he may be able to at least get Ichimatsu to come inside. If not, he’ll be back with a fresh bruise and someone else can give it a try.

So Karamatsu throws his hoodie on, grabs one of their thicker spare blankets, and heads outside.

Predictably, Ichimatsu is sitting in the same spot as he was the last time any of them looked out. He’s huddled in the grass near the back steps, curled up with his knees hugged against himself, with ESP Kitty’s body cradled to his chest. His head is ducked down at an angle that doesn’t allow anyone to see an expression.

Karamatsu shivers a bit when he steps out ― glad he thought to bring the blanket with him. He doesn’t say a word as he lowers himself down next to his little brother, and gently drapes the blanket around Ichimatsu’s shoulders.

The way Ichimatsu’s frame shudders suggests that he didn’t realize how cold he was until he now has something warm around him. He doesn’t really lift his head.

That’s not really promising, but Karamatsu has never been one to just give up, particularly when one of his brothers is in such a bad state. He shifts around a little, trying to get comfortable, lightly nudging his knee against Ichimatsu’s.

At last Ichimatsu speaks up in a mumble. “I don’t want to talk, Karamatsu.”

“You don’t have to.” Karamatsu matches his brother’s volume, slightly caught off guard that Ichimatsu has actually called him by name. “I just wanted to check on you. Everyone’s worried. It’s getting cold out, and you didn’t even come in to eat dinner.”

“Wasn’t hungry. And I’m warmer now. So there’s nothing to worry about.”

There is, though. There’s always something to worry about when people are mourning the loss of someone or something important to them. Although the rest of the brothers understand they can’t just tell Ichimatsu not to grieve (and that they can’t just not grieve themselves), ignoring his own wellbeing isn’t going to help a damn thing.

Karamatsu sits in silence for a moment, side by side with his little brother, before glancing over to take stock of the scene. Now that he’s closer, he can see tear tracks on Ichimatsu’s cheeks, that his eyes are red and puffy from crying. ESP Kitty’s body is resting there in his arms like the two of them were made for each other. If it weren’t for the fact that the cat isn’t breathing, it might look like he was just asleep.

Perhaps what makes Karamatsu best for the job is that he wasn’t as close to ESP Kitty as some of the others. He was still recovering from other injuries while the rest of the family bonded with him. That’s not to say that he doesn’t care about the cat, because of course he loved ESP Kitty as much as his brothers. But he doesn’t have as strong an emotional attachment, so he may not fall to pieces the way, say, Choromatsu might. Hopefully, that means it will be easier for him to comfort Ichimatsu.

He lifts a hand and reaches over, giving delicate pets between ESP Kitty’s ears; he almost expects Ichimatsu to jerk away or slap his hand. It doesn’t happen. Though he flinches a little, he doesn’t stop Karamatsu from touching his friend.

“You know,” he muses, “I didn’t know this little fellow as well as the rest of you did. I regret that. Do you think I could hold him for a moment?”

That’s what gets a reaction from Ichimatsu. The fourth eldest violently shakes his head, clutching the cat closer to him as if he feels the need to protect the cat. “No. I can’t let go of him. I can’t put him down.”

Karamatsu tilts his head, and pulls his hand away both to avoid distressing Ichimatsu further and to rub his brother’s back. He doesn’t say anything, just making sure Ichimatsu sees the inquisitive head tilt.

“I can’t let go of him,” Ichimatsu repeats. The tears start anew, spilling down his face. “If I let go…” He crumples in on himself, holding ESP Kitty as close as he possibly can. “If I let go… then he’s really gone…”

His voice breaks and raises half an octave on those last few words. He starts to sob again, pressing his forehead against the top of ESP Kitty’s head.

Karamatsu hesitates to lead Ichimatsu into a hug, fearing it won’t be tolerated well, then quickly bridges the gap once Ichimatsu leans in against him. For a long time, he holds Ichimatsu close, stroking his hair and rubbing his shoulder and letting him cry.

He doesn’t know quite what to say. Everything he says either sounds cruel or patronizing in his head.

So he’s quiet for a while, simply allowing Ichimatsu to weep, embracing his brother tightly like that will take all the pain away. He knows it won’t. And he doesn’t want to take the pain away; this kind of loss should hurt, and it’s almost a good thing that Ichimatsu can still feel pain. It means that his depression isn’t blocking him from feeling anything, that he’s still in touch with his emotions even if he has trouble with it sometimes.

Besides… if he’s going to come through his grief, it can’t just be shoved down and forgotten about. He remembers what he’s told Ichimatsu before, that sometimes when it hurts, the only thing to do is let it hurt so that it can be healed. Nothing good comes from wanting to deny one’s emotions, regardless of what they are.

He brushes a kiss over the top of Ichimatsu’s head. “He’s gone either way,” Karamatsu sighs, and he feels almost like a monster to say that. But what happens if Ichimatsu keeps holding on, never letting go? He’ll stay stuck. He’ll rot in the past and he’ll lose himself and the rest of them will lose their brother. He has to accept that, as tragic and painful as it is, his friend isn’t with them anymore.

Ichimatsu’s cries have faded to dull whimpers, stinging eyes as he wipes his tears against the shoulder of Karamatsu’s hoodie. “I… I know…” He blinks and looks down, petting ESP Kitty’s back. “But it hurts. I want him back. I’m so angry… I don’t even know what happened to him. Was he sick and I didn’t notice? Did he get hurt and I can’t see it? I promised I’d take care of him… that I’d never let anything happen to him… and now… I wasn’t there…”

“You were always there,” Karamatsu reassures, tracing lines between Ichimatsu’s shoulder blades. “You’re always there for all of your cats. I know it hurts not knowing what happened, but… whatever happened, it wasn’t your fault. You took such good care of him, and he loved you so much.”

“He was my best friend.” Ichimatsu sniffles and draws in a shaky breath. “It was just so fucking… easy… with him. He never judged me or thought I was a freak or cared about anything everybody else cares about. All he knew was that I kept him fed and I loved him and that was it.”

Karamatsu nods. That’s just the way animals are, he thinks. Animals and babies; they don’t have any ability to judge, and as long as someone takes care of them and treats them well, they love unconditionally. “He loved you, Ichimatsu. You made his life the best it could be. I understand you don’t want anyone to know this, but… you have a very good heart.”

That gets a brief, mirthless laugh from his little brother. His fingers continue to pet down ESP Kitty’s back, and he sniffles again. “He used to curl up and purr really loud when I pet him like this. And there was that time… I got all jealous because he was following Totty around…” He lets out another laugh, a few more tears falling down his cheeks. “And…”

“And it turned out Jyushimatsu had put a cat treat in Totty’s hoodie pocket to prank you,” Karamatsu chuckles. “Totty was taking his hoodie off at the end of the day, and it fell out, and you almost throttled him because you thought he was the one pranking you!”

Ichimatsu’s laughing a little harder, still crying the whole time. “Oh, my God. I was so pissed. I scooped up ESP Kitty and went to my little corner and didn’t talk to Jyushi for the rest of the night. Then the next morning Jyushi held up ESP Kitty and apologized in that stupid voice, like he always does.”

Karamatsu lets out a breath and tugs the blanket a bit tighter around Ichimatsu’s shoulders. “Jyushimatsu could never get ESP Kitty’s meow right, either. Which is funny, because he and Osomatsu are the best mimics of us all.”

“Yeah, no. ESP Kitty had the best meow. And the best purr.” Ichimatsu’s hand shifts upwards, scratching behind the cat’s ears. “He always knew when I was sad. If I was having a bad day and he was around, he’d come and curl up in my lap and purr like a Goddamn motorboat. And I dunno why, but… it always made me feel better. I could listen to him purring and feel it against my stomach for hours.”

“It was special, you’re right.” Another shiver from Ichimatsu makes a light bulb go off in Karamatsu’s head. “I remember… when it was raining or snowing, you would always bring him inside the house. And Mommy doesn’t like the cats inside overnight, but you convinced her to make an exception. It’s getting awfully cold out tonight.”

He tilts his head down, just a little, just enough that he can bring his little brother’s eyes to meet his. “… Ichimatsu. Why don’t we bring him inside?”

Ichimatsu’s face scrunches up, and more tears start a new cascade down his face. His grip around ESP Kitty tightens… but he nods.

“Y… yeah. Okay. He can warm up… and… e-everyone else… can say goodbye.” He allows Karamatsu to carefully guide him to his feet, leaning on his big brother as they walk up the steps. “Do… do you think… Mom would let us bury him back here…?”

Karamatsu hums. “If you can convince her to let him stay in the house overnight, I think you can convince her to do anything, my brother.”

The smile Ichimatsu gives is shaky, and vanished as quickly as it came. When they get to the top steps, he pauses, turning to his older brother. “Uh… do you… do you maybe wanna hold him?”

Karamatsu gives a smile in return, sad and understanding, then he gives Ichimatsu’s shoulders a squeeze and kisses the side of his forehead. “Once we get inside, I would like that. Right now, let me hold you. Alright?”

Ichimatsu takes in a quivery breath, pressing himself in against Karamatsu’s side in search of support. He knows by now that he’ll get it, even when he doesn’t really want it, but especially when he truly needs it. “Th… thanks, Karamatsu.”

So they head into the house. There’s grief behind them and grief ahead ― for how long, who knows?

At least Ichimatsu feels better walking into it with his brothers by his side than walking into it alone.

[winterwolf0916]

𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿

Jason Todd x Tamaran! Reader

Requested by anon: Hiya! I love your blog so much, and I just was wondering, if you're taking requests right now, could I request some Jason Todd x a Tamaranean reader? Like maybe she stowed away to earth when Kory made a trip to Tamaran and she's really cute and sweet and enthusiastic and fun and she had no family back home so Kory's like yeah alright you can be my sidekick and she has to get used to life on earth and meets Jason as Robin and they become friends to lovers to oh no he fuckin dead to lovers again?

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Language, Mentions of Death, Slow Burn & oh! did I mention fluff?

A/n: My heart... Also, I pray and hope you enjoy this one, love. This took me a while to finish but I got it done and I got carried away it. I wont lie, my writing isn’t the best but I hope this is something you what wanted or close to it.

Word Count: 3K 

Kori loves your company

You were like the little sister she never had

A better sister than Blackfire of course 

When she brought you to earth you were so amazed at everything

It looks so lively and green.

Flying around and feeling the cool waters from the ocean, the beautiful smell of the flowers and pines from the trees, and the shiny reflection on the buildings.

As Kori was going to take a visit to the cave to see Dick for a mission, she brought you along for an introduction.

He looked scary once you were brought inside.

“Kori! So nice to see you again. Oh, who’s this?” Dick glanced at your direction as you hid behind her like a scared kitten. 

“Ah, this is Y/n L/n. A Tamaranean like me.”

“Hello y/n. I’m Nightwing.” You were mostly afraid of the masks because you haven’t seen anyone like him with that sort. 

Dick noticed your fear then he took it off, causing you to relax a little, and shook your hand. “It’s so nice to have you on Earth.” You only nodded your head with a small smile. But there was a large slam of a door and stomping onto the stairs.

“Son of a bitch! Son a crusty no good bitch!” 

“Jason. We have guests.” This… ‘Jason’ took a glance at their direction before giving a frown. Once again, you hid your figure behind Kori’s, scared onto the boy

Dick apologized to the two of you and went off to lecture his younger brother. 

Kori only sighed and notified you that this was normal of him before Dick came back.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just having another rough day with our dad. Jason please come greet them!” He rounded a corner with his mask on and his suit with an imprinted R. 

“Robin. Pleased to meet you.” He sounded so irritated that he wanted this introduction to be over with.

Still in uneasiness with the mask, Dick quickly nudged his younger brother urging him to take it off.

Jason didn’t. 

He just walked past you guys and left the cave on his motorbike.

Oh how much ass whopping he’s gonna get from Dick.

The second encounter happened at the Titans tower.

You finally learned how to control your powers and perform such combat ability that you never knew you could do.

Dick and Kori were like parents in the Tower.

You really loved the Titans

Raven may be dark but you both have such a strong friendship due to your trauma back in Tamaran and hers with her father

You suffered from a torturous experiment that left you with very similar yet slightly different powers than Kori. 

Also you both love books

Garth always makes you laugh. 

When training he turns into a gorilla to lift a good 3000 pounds while you could lift a good 70 tons making him go EEK!

He would make very disappointing puns but it always amuses you while everyone cringes at the dinner table.

Cyborg is like an older brother to you. 

You would sometimes help him with the mechanics and lift heavy parts around while he rants about his day and he would also cheer for you when you’re sparring

They were the closest friends while the rest of the members adore you and your sweet personality

But when Jason came along with Dick for a small mission for a few weeks, you immediately locked yourself in your room.

The Titans were concerned 

You were so marvelous and bubbly to all guests. Even to the infamous Batman!

Did the small bastard do something to make you like this?

Planning murder

But Dick and Kori knew why

After a lecture with the boy, Jason came by your dorm at night, still in uniform, knocking on your door, you didn’t open up, only listened from the inside

“I’m sorry.” It wasn’t sincere really. “I know we started off on the wrong foot, um…” his hand went through his hair in frustration that he needed to do this. “Since we're working together, we’re going to need to become trusting of one another….I’ll...see you tomorrow I guess.” That was awkward of him.

As footsteps faded down the hallway, you started to give a small smile.

You start to warm up to him.

But when he starts doing the little things, the two of you grew a bond. 

By little things, I mean correcting your moves when sparring, telling you stories of his previous missions, listening to you, exposing embarrassing stories about Dick, bringing you your favorite meals in a large amount because you’re a big eater, and lots of others.

When you first saw him without his mask, you were floating above him, pulling his face closer to yours while admiring the beautiful color of his eyes. 

“Your eyes are the most gorgeous color I’ve seen here on Earth.” 

Oh how your face fell when he had to leave. 

Don’t get me started with Jason, he began to be more hostile when sparring with others

There was a time when he took out his feelings on a sand bag while Garth and Cyborg were questioning what that bag ever did to him.

Of course the ‘parents’ took notice of this and Dick would purposely bring you to the cave or Jason to the tower.

The two of you have such a friendship that you would sometimes prank one another yet enjoy each other's silence.

Carnivals or nights out in the city were always a blast.

Whenever the two of you would see each other, you would fly to him in a swift manner that he would sometimes stumble back to regain balance from the impact. 

Soon, a single touch from him exchanging a book to you, caused you to feel such an electric current.

His smile and laughter made your heart paced faster than the speed of light

His cocky attitude and sweet side made your nine stomachs filled with butterflies.

You panicked and told Kori about it while she was sitting on her couch smiling as you explained.

“You like him y/n.” “Well of course! He’s my friend isn’t he?” “Oh dear, you’ll need to sit down for this.”

Wait, there is a different emotion called attraction?

AND IT DOESN’T STOP?

The more time you’ve spent with Jason, the more your ‘attraction’ feels stronger.

You would sometimes daydream the two of you blossoming into a relationship like Dick and Kori.

“Did you hear that Kori and Dick broke up again?” Raven stated before taking a sip of her tea. “What is this, ‘breaking up’ ?” you asked with curiosity yet wonder about this new term

When Raven sighed and gave details about it, you were 100x more terrified about the idea of a relationship

What if you and Jason will experience the same if you both ever become a couple?

You tried to distract the feeling of disheartenment with your enthusiasm

But of course, the feeling always returns

Your legs were pressed to your chest as you gaze at the ocean and it’s crystal shimmers of the moonlight, still in thought about your feelings. Jason found you on the rooftop of the tower since he figured something was wrong for the past week

As he questioned it, you asked, “Jason have you ever liked a girl that is a friend?” His foot on the edge of the building nearly slipped once you asked.

“I mean...yeah, there are times when I really liked her.” 

“Do you still have feelings for one?”

“Very.” 

“Really!? Who?” You were excited but felt such pain in your heart.

This boy choked onto her request. But he spoke, spoke about this ‘mystery’ girl. How adorable she is and brightening everyone’s day when it has been horrid, including his own. How he admires her caring behavior whenever someone was hurt. He really likes her and would like to take her out one day. 

“Her name is Y/n.” 

“What a wonderful name she has.”

“You do know I was talking about you, right?” 

“Yes yes, she does have- wait what?” 

Dreamy sigh

Ah yes

Young love

Kori wasn’t all surprised as she and Dick saw the two of you were walking in the streets of the city, hand in hand. She was delighted.

Dick was thrilled to see the two together yet gave Jason, the talk, if he ever does something stupid to you

The Titans congratulated the two and some exchanged money with one another after losing a bet

After a couple of months, Jason had to leave for a classified mission that’ll last a couple of weeks. 

As he said his goodbyes, you gave a kiss to his cheek before rushing back inside and leaving him smiling to himself.

It was lonely for the past couple of weeks but the worst part was when it turned to a few months.

Dick headed to Gotham four weeks after Jason left.

You were frightened about your boyfriend’s well being

As Dick returns to the tower, he doesn’t look the same.

You thought he was acting in such a behavior to surprise you that Jason is back.

“Y/n...we need to talk.”

 “Ok?” Kori gave a concerned glance at Dick’s direction, clearly unsure of how you’ll take the announcements. “What? Why are you both so silent? Please tell me.” You have had such a glowing smile, ready to hear it. The prank.

“Look, I know you and Jason are in a relationship but I have some...news.” 

“I’m listening.” Your foot tapped in excitement while Dick grew uneasy.

“Four...four weeks ago, we located Jason in an abandoned warehouse. He was held captive there for God knows how long by the Joker. And, as Bruce headed to rescue him…” you wanted to laugh at how far Dick was taking this. 

Except, he wasn’t pretending

“...He was too late. The warehouse exploded and my... Jason...passed away. I’m so sorry Y/n.” He added. You clapped your hands and giggled

“Amazing job! Brava! What an incredible and creative prank Dick. Very impressive. Now where is he so I can finally owe him a real kiss.”

The adults were silent. You took their silence as part of the prank and rushed to the bottom of the tower to find him.

But he wasn’t there. 

“Ok I checked the 50 floors below us but don’t worry, I bet he’s on the roof. He’s always there.” You returned to the room where Kori and Dick sat you in.

“This isn’t made up.” Raven and a few others entered the room, you could see it in their eyes they weren’t faking but you still denied it. “He passed away y/n.”

“No he didn't...He isn’t...Jason! You can come out now! Jason?” You flew to the roof. 

As you searched and it was empty that was when your stomach dropped. 

“Jason!” You flew around the area. The more you searched, the heavier your heart became. As you landed on the roof and heard the doors open, you glided to Dick. “Where is he?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No…no no... this is a game, right? When I check the floors again he’ll be there, right?... Dick?” He pulled your hand and placed something on your palm.

“He’s gone Y/n. I’m so...so sorry.” Glancing to the object placed on your palm, your entire being froze at the sight. 

From what you’re told, the R emblem is one of the only parts that are the easiest to clean and the least damaged on Jason’s suit after all of his missions.

What Dick gave you was the exact emblem but it was badly dented, burnt marks covered the R, scratch marks on the front and back while most of the edges are chipped.

Your legs gave weight as you fell to the floor, holding his badge close to your chest, and screamed your lungs out. Your vocals were so powerful that they made half of the windows on the Tower shatter. Tears made their way down from your cheeks to the floor as your eyes turned in a y/f/c glow. 

You flew off, for time alone to grieve it all. When Kori found you, you broke down even harder in her arms

You weren’t going to turn to revenge.

Even though you saw it in Dick and a few others, you couldn’t.

Kori taught you revenge isn’t the answer along with the new Robin or better known as Tim drake

You weren’t happy Jason was replaced but continued with your bright personality.

But during the nights, you felt so empty and numb. 

Why 

Out of all people, why did Jason leave you

Your family and friends died due to the violence of the leaders that experimented on you.

But now the person you loved most?

More pain was placed on your shoulders.

You grieved and mourned whenever you’re alone or with Kori. 

Two months later, you decided to explore the world on your own. 

Saving Earth, countries, and other planets from danger. 

Yet discovering the beauty onto nearly every destination

This continued for four years before you were called to Gotham for a meeting.

You greeted the Titans, other heroes you’ve met during your travels, and the bat family before the meeting starts

When it was over, you felt someone’s eyes on you.

As you located the orbs burning on your figure, you found a man with extreme built, a red helmet covering his entire head, a scarlet colored bat emblem imprinted on his black suit, and a coffee leather jacket.

You were confused as to why his eyes were wide and his body leaned forward as if he had found gold.

“Kori, why is he staring over here? Do I have something in my hair?” As your beloved best friend glanced at the man you were referring to, she let out a pearly smile.

“I think he likes you.” She snickered as you rolled your eyes. 

In the past, some of your friends tried to set you up with many men. Key word: tried. It’s not that you didn’t want to, it just didn’t feel right. You did try to fall for them but it just doesn’t last. 

“Very funny.”

“I’m not joking. He’s looking at you like, in slang terms, a ‘snack’.” You chuckled at her before returning your gaze to the mystery man. But the color of his helmet was not present to your sight, instead, the sight of an exit door closing.

You saw him once again during a mission on a tropical island.

Someone was making hybrids based on DNA from different heroes around the world.

So here you were… 

Approaching the scene as the infamous Red Hood was getting choked by a 9 foot tall creature before you scared it off with a blast of your powers.

“Need a hand, big boy?” You reached out your arm, waiting for him to take it. He was hesitant.

“...Sure.” He took it and you couldn’t help but feel slightly surprised of how tall he was

As you found Kori and gave her a hug, you joined the team till the mission finished.

You really loved being in the group. 

But mostly enjoyed the company of Red Hood.

There was something about him that made you smile warmly as he progressed with his idiotic plan

Kori and Roy offered for you to be an Outlaw and you gladly accepted

But the third member wasn’t all too happy about it.

The four of you all reserved an Overwater Bungalow resort on the island

A week later, you heard arguing from Kori’s home while you and Roy brought food.

“I don’t understand you, why won’t you tell her already?” Her voice muffled by the walls of the hut.

“She’s not ready.” His voice in the room as well

“Y/n has been far too ready to know who you really are.” You haven’t heard Kori this angry in ages and what did they mean about you knowing?

“You don’t understand.”

“Oh I understand plenty,” You and the red head’s eyes widen at her sass. “How long can you keep this act up? This, I want to hide this because I want to protect her, act? Your brother used that on me a few times, hmph, always knows when to make a woman angry.”

Brother? But the only brother you know she dated was-

“Don’t compare me to Dick, Kori.”

Oh...Shit…

Roy put two and two together and oh shit! He remembered his best friend mentioning a girl before his sudden death. Roy glanced at you as your eyes were wide and glossy at the truth. He kicked the door open causing the two heads to turn while you were hidden outside of the hut with your head down.

How could you not notice it before… Red Hood not revealing himself under the helmet when he was in legit trunks, constantly putting distance between the two of you, displeased when you joined the outlaws, and the worried glances between him and Kori!

“Got the food!” As Roy set the meals down and you entered the room, the air was so intense you could cut it with a knife.

“I’m not that hungry so I’m going to my room.” Kori glared at the helmet man, causing him to release a sigh.

“Do you-”

“Perfect! Now take these,” Roy gave a bag of two take outs to him and led the unresolved pair outside. “Have a good night.” He shut the door closed leaving you and the vigilante in silence.

“I can take the bag.”

“You sure?” 

“Yes.”

It was so awkward the walk back to your huts.

He tries to make the situation lighter but it was no use.

All of that pain you felt years ago, returned and after realizing who he is...It felt so much worse.

“Hey y/n, do you want to know the story of my first kiss?” What is he trying to do now?

“That's pretty sweet! Random but sweet! Go on.” He paused in place under a shadow of a hut as a thick cloud covered the sun. His hand traveled to the back of his helmet and a sudden click was heard before steam escaped from the open cracks of his mask. It was dark and you couldn’t see his full features.

“It was a normal day, I was carrying some groceries with my butler but got lost in the crowd due to my sleep deprivation. And the craziest thing happened when I was struggling to find him, a cute y/h/c girl with bright y/e/c eyes came up to me and spoke a language I’ve never heard in my life. So I tried to understand her words but I was so clueless before she pulled my face and gave me a smooch.” Your stomach did a flip as you realized why the story was so familiar to you. “She apologized when she was done but spoke english. As she left me there completely bamboozled… I wondered, ‘I don’t know what the hell that was about but will I see her again?’ then my butler found me.”

It's a memory. Your memory and his. You dropped the bag.

“Jason.” As the darkness unsheathed and the sun’s light was visible, he took a couple of steps towards you and gosh… You didn’t realize how much you missed him when your eyes began to sting, shoulders dropped, and your bottom lip shaking.

You took flight and bolted in his arms. 

“It’s you… it's really...you asshole.” you shoved him lightly while Jason expected the worst. “Asshole. Asshole. Asshole!” Every curse is a light punch on his chest. 

“Easy...Easy!” He held your two hands by the wrists. “When did you learn how to curse?!”

“When you were dead!” Your eyes were covered by your signature y/f/c glow and tears streamed down your face.

“Calm down.”

“Calm down? I may be an alien and I may be nice, but I have feelings too. Feelings when we shared that first kiss, held hands, waiting for you to come back...hearing that awful news about you…” Your arms dropped and your head lowered. “And I’m feeling angry at you right now for not saying anything!” 

In all honesty, he really wanted to tell you. But he didn’t know how you would take it. He's not the exactly the same when he was a teenager and he’s been through so much as Red Hood that he doesn’t want the bad guys to target you and your superhuman abilities. But his feelings for you didn’t shrink a single centimeter. It grew. Grew that he was so close to return to you and kiss you like there is no tomorrow. 

“Didn’t...Haven’t you felt the same of how I felt for you, Jason? Did you hate me that much to leave me and start a new life? To get away from me?” You questioned as the glow in your eyes dimmed down to your y/c/e orbs but your water works didn’t stop. You were still shaking, thinking of how Jason never loved you. How he made you feel pain for years. 

He made you feel like a human. Being an alien on Earth was quite lonely. But Kori was there with you through it all. But when Jason, a human, made you feel like you’re a human… You didn’t care about the negativity as much, you focused onto the positives. You discovered things about yourself from a different perspective. You learned how to love.

A warm embrace and the sun falling behind the horizon made your entire being warmer than the heat of the light beams. Your fingers trailed under his jacket to feel his body heat.

“Not even close.” He pulled a little before resting his forehead on yours. “It was the opposite and more. I just didn’t want you to see me in my dark life. I died and came back from the dead, every minute feeling empty. But once I learned more about myself, I wanted to change for the better. But I made so many rough decisions, that I couldn’t come back to you yet until I fixed them. I didn’t want you to love a mistake.”

“Shhh.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, running your fingers through his hair. “You’re never a mistake, only a good man who tried his best. The only thing that matters now, is that you’re here.” His teal orbs flickered to yours, your heart skipping a beat by the sight of your favorite colored eyes once again.

The sun was engulfed, the light dimmed till the sky was navy, and the stars were sprinkled all around the two silhouettes under the moon. The lock of your lips to his were the answer to your reunion.

[marauders-venting]

Wish You Were Gay

pairing: dorlene (dorcas x marlene)

genre: fluff & angst, pining (is that a genre? it is now)

warnings: none

words: 3707

note: based on the song ‘wish you were gay’ by Claude

a/n: ooooo my first dorlene fic. this is pretty long but i loved writing it

Picture this: you and me in the morning kissing over the coffee you're pouring. It could be like that every day hate it that I wish you were

“Wake up,” Alice said, loudly. “Come on, people, wake up.” Dorcas opened her eyes and groaned, covering her head with the pillow, holding it to cover her ears.

“I hate this,” Alice said. “Why do I have to wake up four people who don’t want to be woken up every single morning?”

“Cause you’re the only one who naturally wakes up that early,” Lily mutters through the toothpaste in her mouth.

“Then get an alarm clock,” Alice grumbled.

“What’s that?” asks Marlene.

“You really need to take Muggle studies, Marls,” Mary says, getting up too. Dorcas was still trying to go back to sleep but Alice pulls the pillow out of her hand and hits her with it.

“Fine, fine, I’m up,” Dorcas said, getting out of bed. Marlene, who was already changing her clothes, smiled teasingly at her. Dorcas stuck her tongue out at her and went to brush her teeth, too tired to think of something snarky to say.

“Come on, Dorcas,” Marlene says once Dorcas comes out of the bathroom, tying her shoelaces. “Let’s go down to breakfast and I’ll get us some coffee.”

“Fine,” Dorcas said. Lily, Mary and Alice had already gone down but Marlene had waited for Dorcas. Warmth spread through Dorcas’ body at the thought and she couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on her face. She changes quickly, not bothering to search for matching socks and they go down to breakfast.

They sit across from each other and Marlene reaches for the coffee pot. She pours them both coffee. It takes all of Dorcas’ willpower not to lean over the table and kiss her, as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes. It’s the same thing every day, the same feeling every single morning. Every time Dorcas finds herself wondering how somebody so close could feel so far away. She assumes that it’s an inevitable side effect of being in love with your best friend. But all of these inevitable side effects are becoming increasingly harder to deal with.

Hoping that I'm a better replacement for the guys that you're always out chasing or should I accept things I can't change hate it that I wish you were

It had been a long time since Marlene and Sirius had broken up when Sirius had come out as gay. Dorcas still secretly wished it had been the other way around. She remembered being excited when Marlene told her that she and Sirius were no longer dating. And then feeling terrible about it.

“Are you ok?” Dorcas had asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Marlene said. “Like really fine. It was a bit weird anyway. Dating Sirius, I mean. I think it's better that we’re just friends.”

“Are you sure you’re not upset?” Dorcas asked. She would have known if Marlene had really been upset, she was sure of it. But she wanted to check with her anyway.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Marlene said, smiling at her.

“So why’d you break up?” Dorcas asked. Marlene bit her lip.

“I can’t tell you,” she said. “I’m sorry, Dorcas. I promise you’ll know soon anyway.”

“It’s fine,” Dorcas said. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to—” Marlene started but Dorcas put her hand on Marlene’s to stop her.

“It’s ok,” Dorcas said. “I believe you.”

Later that day, they had all been sitting in the common room — Dorcas, Marlene, Lily, Mary, Alice, Remus, Sirius, James and Peter — and Sirius had told them all the real reason he had broken up with Marlene. Based on their expression, Dorcas assumed he must have already told Remus, James and Peter. Or they had already guessed it for themselves. Dorcas wasn’t surprised either. This was just proof that her gaydar worked. Even Lily, Mary and Alice didn’t look all that surprised.

“Why aren’t you more shocked?” Sirius demanded.

“Because it was pretty obvious,” Dorcas said, smiling.

“Well clearly not to me,” Marlene said, rolling her eyes.

“So… you guys are really ok with this?” Sirius asked, tentatively.

“Of course,” Lily said. “You think we’d ditch you just because you like guys? Come on, we're not that shallow.”

“Don’t worry, Siri, we still love your stupid face,” said Marlene, swinging an arm around him. Dorcas felt a flare of jealousy. She wanted to be the one with Marlene’s arm around her, she wanted to hear Marlene say that she loved her. Dorcas remembered hoping that maybe she would be a better replacement for Sirius. Better than some guy. But Marlene obviously didn’t think so, seeing as she’d had several boyfriends since she and Sirius had broken up. Dorcas should just accept that there were certain things she couldn’t change.

I wish you were gay so you could just hold me. Call me your babe instead of your homie. Don't know what to say but I wish you were gay. I wish you were gay so it would be easy for me to say that I'm catching feelings. And I know you're straight but I wish you were gay

“Wait,” Peter had said that day that Dorcas had foolishly hoped that she might have a chance with Marlene. “Didn’t… didn’t you guys break up?” he asked Marlene and Sirius, who still had an arm around each other. 

“Yeah, so?” Sirius asked.

“We can still be besties,” Marlene said.

“Hey, stop stealing my bestie,” James said, hugging Sirius and refusing to let go.

“Tell your bestie to stop stealing my bestie,” Dorcas said to James, pulling Marlene’s arm towards her. Dorcas loved that Marlene was her best friend. But she wanted more than friendship. She wanted Marlene to hold her at night, to hear Marlene whisper to her under the covers, to feel Marlene’s lips on her skin.

“Jamie, you’re suffocating me,” Sirius said, laughing.

“Shhh, suffocate quietly, bestie, I’m trying to make a point,” James said.

It had not taken Dorcas a very long time to give up her hopes that Marlene might want her. But that didn’t stop her from wishing that Marlene was gay. If Marlene was gay, at least Dorcas would be able to admit her feelings. At least she would stand a chance if only a small one. But Marlene was straight. That much was clear.

Now I see you get off of the subway, haven't seen you in months but it's ok. I'd forgotten but I feel the same hate that I still wish you were. You walk up and I'm dreading the small talk with your boyfriend, he's chatting my ear off. So I lie and I say I can't stay hate it I still wish you were

Marlene hadn’t had a boyfriend for several months now and Dorcas thought that she might finally be over her crush. That is, until yesterday.

“Dorcas?” Marlene called, coming into the dorm.

“Yeah?” Dorcas replied. “I’m in the bathroom. Just one second.” Dorcas came out and saw Marlene, giddy and smiling.

“Ok, guess what?” she said, excitedly.

“What?” Dorcas asked, becoming equally excited.

“George Davies asked me out!” Marlene squealed. Immediately all of Dorcas’ feelings came rushing back like they’d never gone at all. She supposed that they hadn’t.

“Oh my god!” she squealed back, impressing herself with her acting skills. She sounded genuinely excited, although she could probably put that down to too much experience at pretending to be excited whenever Marlene announced that she was dating a new boy rather than actual talent. “Wait, remind me which one he is?”

“He’s the Keeper on the Ravenclaw team,” Marlene said.

“Oh right. Yeah, I know him,” Dorcas said. “Is he nice?”

“Yeah, he’s really sweet,” Marlene says. “And also so gorgeous. Like wow. I mean, did you see him in the game last week?”

“Oh yeah,” Dorcas said. “Yeah, he’s really hot.” Dorcas made a mental note to work on pretending to be straight cause right now she was failing miserably. Her last comment could not have sounded any more sarcastic but Marlene didn’t seem to have noticed.

“Ok I have to go,” Marlene said. “I told him I’d meet him by the courtyard at six o’clock but I just had to tell you.”

“Have fun,” Dorcas said.

“Thanks. See you later, Dorcas.” And with that, she hurried out of the dormitory and down the stairs.

Dorcas collapsed on her bed and sighed. She had forgotten the pain, the physical pain, that she felt in her chest every time Marlene started dating another guy but it was the same. Nothing had changed. She thought she was finally over this but turns out she wasn’t. I just need to clear my mind, she thought, think of something else. So she decided to go to dinner. Hopefully, some of her friends will be there to distract her.

When she walks into the Great Hall she immediately spots her friends at the Gryffindor table.

“Dorcas!” she hears. She recognises Marlene's voice but it takes her a minute to find her in the sea of students. She’s sitting at the far end of the Gryffindor table with a boy wearing Ravenclaw robes. George Davies. Her boyfriend.

Marlene gestures that Dorcas should join her. Dorcas bites her lip. She wants to sit with Marlene but she doesn’t want to talk to her boyfriend. But she decides to go anyway. Marlene is your best friend, she reminds herself, you should be happy for her.

“George, this is Dorcas,” Marlene says as Dorcas sits down beside her. “Dorcas, this is George.” She exchanges a smile with him and Dorcas curls her hand into fists.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he says.

“You too,” Dorcas says. Her voice sounds far less enthusiastic and her smile is forced. Dorcas had been dreading meeting George since Marlene suggested it (which, granted, was not that long ago but that didn’t make anything any better).

George starts talking about something but Dorcas is only half listening. She glances over at Marlene but Marlene doesn’t seem to be that interested either. In fact, when Dorcas looks at her, she finds that Marlene’s eyes were already on her. Marlene smiles at her but Dorcas can’t bring herself to smile back.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” Dorcas says, interrupting George. “I’ve got a ton of homework to do. See you later, Marlene.” And with that, she gets up and walks out of the Great Hall.

She wasn’t lying. She really did have a lot of work to do. But she wasn’t planning on doing it. She got back to the dorm and flopped on her bed. Tears formed in her eyes but she held them back. This isn’t worth crying over, she told herself. She could’ve said it another million times but it wouldn’t have kept the tears from spilling onto her cheeks.

We'd be so good give me one look I know you don't mean it when you come to flirt the dreams that I'm having are just getting worse

Dorcas had mostly composed herself by the time Marlene got back to the dorm.

“Um, what was that all about?” Marlene asked later when it was just the two of them.

“What was what?” asked Dorcas.

“Why didn’t you want to talk to George? Do you not like him or something?”

“What? No, he’s fine,” Dorcas says. “He seems nice.”

“Then why did you pretend to have homework so that you didn’t have to talk to him?” Marlene asked, arms crossed.

“I didn’t pretend anything,” Dorcas says. “Besides, what's the big deal if I don’t want to talk to him? It’s not like it matters.”

“Uh, it matters to me,” Marlene said, angrily. “I really like him and I would appreciate it if you made an effort to get to know him. I don’t always like all of your friends but I’m still nice to them.”

“I just didn’t want to talk to him, ok?” Dorcas said, turning away. “I was just irritated.”

“So what is it about him that’s so irritating?” Marlene practically yells. Dorcas looks at her, eyes wide. Marlene hardly ever yells. Or at least, she hardly ever yells in anger. “Or is it just that I’m dating him? Cause for some reason you never seem to like anybody who I go out with. So what is it? Are you jealous or something?”

“Jealous?!” Dorcas exclaims. “What’s there to be jealous of? You can’t keep a guy for more than a month.” Dorcas knew it was a low blow. Are we seriously fighting about guys right now? Dorcas thinks. She doesn’t even like guys. How did they even get here?

“Well, at least I actually get guys. You’ve never even had a boyfriend,” Marlene snaps. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean th—” But Dorcas just laughs.

“Oh right. I wonder why that is. Maybe it’s cause I’m a fucking lesbian!” Silence. Dead silence.

“What?”

“Fuck.”

“Are you serious?”

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Dorcas says, burying her face in her hands. “Ok. Um. I’m sor—” And then Marlene’s arms are around her.

“It’s ok,” Marlene whispers to her. “It’s ok. I’m sorry I was such a bitch. I’m so happy for you, Dorcas. Thank you for telling me. I’m so proud of you.” It took Dorcas several moments to comprehend what the fuck was going on. And when she did, she did the exact opposite of what she should’ve done: she buried her face in the crook of Marlene's neck and let the tears stream from her eyes. She breathed in the smell of Marlene’s hair and let it calm her down. Then she realised exactly what she was doing and stepped away, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

“Shh, you have nothing to be sorry for,” Marlene says. Dorcas just shook her head. She looked at Marlene and their eyes met.

Dorcas knew that she and Marlene would be perfect together. They would be so good. And if Marlene just gave her one look, just considered looking at Dorcas differently, maybe it could happen. No, Dorcas told herself. She’s straight. She has a boyfriend. This was a fantasy that existed only in Dorcas’ dreams. And she did dream about it. The first time it happened she hoped it would be a one time thing, but her dreams had only gotten worse since then. It’s no use. I’m in love with Marlene McKinnon, she thought.

“I love you,” she mumbled.

“W-what?” Marlene asked.

“I’m in love with you, Marlene,” she said louder, looking up at her. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be, I-I… I should probably go.” Dorcas nodded, tears filling her eyes.

Marlene stumbled out of the room and ran down the stairs to the common room. She saw the rest of her friends come into the common room, Sirius talking loudly and drawing everybody’s attention. Sirius. He would know what to do. He always did.

“Sirius!” Marlene called. “Sirius!”

“Hey Marls, what up?” Sirius said, turning around. “Are you ok?”

“No, I-I need to talk to you,” she said shakily. “It’s really important.”

“Ok,” Sirius said. “Of course. whatever you need.”

“Come on,” she said, pulling him back outside the portrait hole and into an empty corridor.

“Marlene, what happened?” Sirius asked.

“Can I ask you something?” she said, ignoring his question. “It’s pretty personal.”

“Of course. You can ask me anything.”

“How did you know you were gay?”

“Oh. Wow um,” Sirius started. “I don’t really know how it happened. It kind of just hit me randomly one day and then I started to really think about it, I guess.” Marlene nodded, biting her lip. “I know that doesn’t really answer your question but that’s pretty much what happened. Was there something else you wanted to ask?”

“Just one more thing,” Marlene said slowly. “And you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, I just… how did you know you were in love with Remus?”

“Um. I mean it took a while to figure it out. But eventually, I just noticed it. I always loved spending time with him. I always wanted to be around him. Like every moment that I wasn’t with him felt wasted. I mean, don’t get me wrong I love hanging out with you and James and Peter. But with Remus, it was like… we’d be hanging out and it never felt like enough. I always wanted more.”

“To spend more time with him?”

“Well, that too. But also to do more with him. To be closer, to be touching more, hugging more, talking more. Eventually, I realized that I wanted to kiss him. That took a while though. To get to that point.” Marlene nodded and buried her face in her hands.

“Fuck,” she says. “I fucked things up so bad, Siri.”

“Marlene, what's going on? Are you… do you think you’re in love with someone?” Marlene nods. “Who?” Marlene swallows.

“Dorcas,” she whispers. Sirius' jaw drops.

“Wait is she gay?” Sirius asks.

“Apparently,” Marlene says.

“She told you this?”

“Yeah, just now.” Sirius nodded.

“And what did you do?” he asked.

“I hugged her. And I told her it’s ok and that I’m proud of her.”

“Then I don’t understand. That is a great reaction. Better than my friends going ‘yeah we know, what else is new?’ What did you fuck up?”

“She told me she’s in love with me.”

“Oh. And what did you say?”

“Nothing. I just walked out,” she said. Sirius winced. “It’s bad huh?”

“I’ll be honest with you, Marls, that was pretty fucking bad. I mean, if Remus had done that to me when I told him that I love him… well let’s just say it wouldn’t have been good.”

“I need to talk to her,” she said, standing up.

“Yes, you do. And Marlene?”

“Yeah?”

“Remember that whatever you’re feeling is ok. Your feelings are valid. Just try to be gentle with Dorcas’ feelings too ok?”

“Yeah,” Marlene sighs. “Ok. Thanks for everything, Siri. What would I do without you?”

“What would anyone do without me?” Sirius said. “And you’re welcome.”

Dorcas heard the door to the dormitory open and quickly stopped crying. She rolled over on her bed so it would look like she’s asleep. She didn’t want to be interrogated right now.

“Dorcas?” It was Marlene. Dorcas didn’t want to talk to her but Marlene would know that she wasn’t really asleep and Dorcas didn’t want to ignore her. So she turned around and sat up in bed.

“Dorcas, I’m so sorry,” Marlene said, coming over and sitting down on the edge of Dorcas’ bed. “I reacted terribly and I’m so so sorry.”

“I… I kinda just want to be alone now, Marlene,” Dorcas says, not looking at her.

“Ok,” Marlene says, biting her lip. “Ok. I just wanted to give you something.” Dorcas looks up at her. Marlene wipes away her tears gently with her thumb. And then she pulls Dorcas in and kisses her softly on the lips. The kiss is over before Dorcas even registers that it’s real. Her first thought is that she’s dreaming. Because there’s no way that Marlene is really kissing her. But it doesn’t feel like a dream. It doesn’t feel like everything could disappear in an instant. It feels real. It feels good. And then Marlene pulls away and Dorcas is left sitting there with a blank expression on her face and a mess inside her head. After several moments of silence, Marlene speaks.

“Sorry,” she says, standing up. “I don’t know why I did that. Um. I’ll just go, I guess.”

“No, wait!” Dorcas says, grabbing Marlene’s hand as she turns towards the door. “Don’t go, I— was that… the thing that just happened was it… was it real? Did you really just… I—” Dorcas had lost the ability to speak. There were so many things she wanted to ask, things she wanted to say but Marlene’s kiss seemed to have temporarily numbed her brain, rendering her incapable of speech. But Marlene knows what she’s trying to ask.

“Yeah,” she says and offers Dorcas a small smile. “We… we kissed.”

“But… but I… I mean, you… you have a boyfriend,” Dorcas blurts out.

“Not anymore,” Marlene shakes her head. “I told him that it’s not going to work out. I mean, even if you don’t want to be with me, I still think I need some time to—”

“Don’t want to be with you?” Dorcas says, incredulously. “Are you kidding me? That’s literally all I’ve wanted for years. I just… You’re my best friend. I know I told you that I love you and I’m sorry if I made you feel like you have to do something about it. Don’t feel like you have to do this just because I said something stupid.”

“I’m not doing anything because I feel like I have to,” Marlene says. “I’m doing this because I want to. And it wasn’t stupid,” she adds quietly.

“I don’t want to lose you,” Dorcas says, so quietly it’s almost a whisper.

“You won’t,” Marlene says, squeezing her hand. “You can’t.”

Marlene leans in again but this time she stops, her lips hovering over Dorcas’.

“Can I kiss you?” she whispers.

“Yes,” Dorcas whispers back, but she doesn’t give Marlene a chance. She closes the gap between them, fitting her lips with Marlene’s, kissing her like she’s been longing to do since they were fourteen years old. Her hands find Marlene’s waist and she lightly lays them on the curves of Marlene’s body. Marlene moves into the touch and sighs into Dorcas’ mouth, making her kiss Marlene harder.

When they break apart, Dorcas couldn’t keep the smile off her face even if she wanted to. She looks at Marlene, her clear, blue eyes glittering.

“Does this mean… are… are you gay?” Dorcas asked, though she still hadn’t quite regained the ability to speak.

“I don’t know,” Marlene said. “I’ve got no clue what I am. But I do know that I love you.” Dorcas smiled.

“Say it again.”

“I’m in love with you, Dorcas Meadowes.”

[pretoriafics]

One Night With... Derek Hale

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Word count: 2.553 Contain: Hunter!Reader, arguing, a little bit of fluff... Warnings: Inappropriate language +16 only Inspired by the music 3 nights, by Dominic Fike Versão em português aqui

You were a famous hunter. Everyone knew your name. Feared and respected, you asserted your authority, strength, and respect for every hunter you knew. You have an entire collection of surreal stories in the hunting world, who everyone knew.

And, now, you were in Beacon Hills. In a hunting, of course. Hunting was your life.

You were suspicious about a pack of werewolves, which a hunter's family who was your friend, the Argent family, alerted you. That particular hunting was a werewolf attack case, and you went investigating that werewolves pack. You hunted them, relentless, but then, the Alpha called you to a talk. You accepted the conversation, of course. It would be interesting to listen to what the hell he would talk with you.

You arrived in a cafe and recognized him immediately. He was tall, with dark hair and a dangerous aura. Without ceremonies, you sat close to him.

"Derek, huh?" You said, without the need to be polite. "Trying to get more time to live?"

"Unlike the other packs, we don't have afraid of you." His arms were crossed in front of his chest, and his gaze was glacial. You smiled at him.

"You should have. It would be even more intelligent. So, I need to recognize that call me for a talk is a brave gesture of yours, Hale. I'm impressed."

His eyes narrowed to you.

"I think it would be smarter if we unite our energies. This way, we can get the Alpha who is attacking the city."

You arch your eyebrows. I mean, is he talking seriously? You let escape a short smirk between your red lipstick lips.

"Are you saying that..."

"It wasn't us doing all this shit."

Derek exposed all the points that were another werewolf. Yeah, you need to admit that everything was making sense. He was a smart guy, and it seems like he's not a threat to you. After so many years as a hunter, you developed a kind of sense about psycho supernatural ones. That's was not the case with Derek.

Ok. You decided to give a chance for Derek.

"Alright. But if I find out it was you, I swear that I'll go until hell to cut your head off."

You had met the pack and find out that the idea of talking with you came from another Alpha, called Scott. They seem like not only distrust you, but fear you too. Derek was always being cautious about trusting you, but you totally understand him. You're were also being cautious.

Together, you and Derek had elaborated a strategy to catch that Alpha. Despite argue sometimes, after all, you and him were a good match. Your plan was brilliant and infallible. Your body was moving like a work of art when you were fighting, brutal and elegant, who prooved for everyone in the pack why you were so famous. With a flawless execution, you had killed the Alpha.

But then, you heard a shot. Derek fell to the ground with his shoulder bleeding: Chris, Victoria, Allison, and a few other hunters were pointing their guns to the pack.

"It's time to solve this." Chris's voice echoed in the woods. And before anyone do something, you put yourself in front of all pack. The Argent's was noticeably surprised by your presence.

"It was not them, Argent. It was another Alpha."

They looked at each other. Victoria's voice was the next to be heard.

"You don't know what you are doing, and you don't know them. They are killers. We thought you would be smarter than this. It seems like all of your stories were fake."

"I need to assume that people talk too much, sometimes. So, yeah, a few of them are fake. But look, I know what I'm doing here." You cross your arms in front of your chest and get one step closer to the Argent hunters. "From now on, Hale's pack is my business. If you had any issues with them, talk with me, and I'll solve them personally. And I'm serious. You don't want me as your enemy."

"Okay." Chris put down his gun, and the group did the same. He exchanged gazes with his group. "We will remember that."

Thwarted with the situation, they got in their cars and ran away. That night sealed an alliance between you and the Hale pack, even if you and Derek didn't have the best relation at all.

You went to Derek's loft after that, just you and him. Both of you were on the couch, and you were holding a first-aid kit.

"I told you I can take care of-"

"Shut up, Hale. I need to talk with you. Take this shirt off." You were staring at him. Derek arched his eyebrows at you, and you rolled your eyes, with your face turning into red. "Don't take this to the sexual side. Damn! How do you expect I take this bullet off from you? Stop thinking with your dick."

He takes his shirt off, allowing you to focus on the wound - or try, at least. Focus on the wound, focus on the wound!

"The Lumen will be auctioned in Los Angeles next week." You said, taking the silver bullet off of him. Derek looked at you with a surprised gaze. The Lumen was an ancient book, with a silver cover and pages with wolfsbane. It's the most complete and trustable bestiary ever, and both of you have a chance to get it. "I have the money to get it. You can't touch the book for obvious reasons, so I thought I could get to take the book with you. No one will suspect if the book stays hidden with you. Both of us will use the book. It's a valuable thing, you know."

Yeah, it was important information. Derek knew if he had unlimited access to the Lumen, he would have an advantage. Even if he cannot touch on the book, Stiles would help a lot doing this.

"Let's get the book, then."

And the auction was tense.

You had never seen so many hunters and supernatural ones reunited in one space before. It was like a war zone, but fortunately, you and Derek got the bloody book. The Lumen was in the car trunk, and both of you were going back to the city However, in the middle of the road, you saw a few officers. When you get closer, Derek stops his car.

"Good night, officer. What's wrong?"

"Good night, sir." The officer was with a soft voice. "I need you and your girl to turn around and go back. No one will leave Los Angeles for now."

"What?!" You was almost freaking out. Derek blinked his eyes a few times. What the hell was happening? A little bit nervous, the Alpha asked:

"Wait, wait. What are you talking about?" 

"We're in a pandemic moment, and the Coronavirus cases increased a little on these days. We're trying to avoid more cases, and we're without the tool to do a sanitary barrier. Until we got more of them to guarantee the people are healthy, and without the virus in your bodies, no one will leave the city."

The weather reflected the feeling of both of you. A heavy rain began to fall from the skies, and Derek just breathed in. He nodded in approval to the officer.

"Okay, we will go back. Thanks."

Derek turn around his car and begun to drive back to L.A. The plan of yours was doing all fine until now, but just in the part who should be the easiest one, everything goes down. You stared him, totally bothered with the situation.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Hale? We can't go back. We need to find another way to go to Beacon Hills!"

"Oh, really?" His voice had an ironical ton. "So what the fuck do you think I should do?"

"Look for another route!" Your voice was louder, and you were saying like it was so obvious. "It is so simple!"

"How do you expect I could do it? I can't see a hand under my nose with all this storm!" He said, angry. The rain was heavy, and the dark of the night wasn't helping. "Furthermore, did you really think this is the only barrier? Are you serious?"

"But-"

"Damn, shut up! We can't go back to Beacon Hills now. Stop acting like a spoiled kid."

Your mouth opened, quite raging with him. How dare! Your face was red in rage, and that's one of the moments you just want to punch his face until he become unrecognizable. You crossed your arms in front of your chest, staring at him with a mortal gaze.

"Why men never do something to solve an issue? That's why women will dominate the world."

"I told you we should participate in the auction via the internet, and you didn't listen to me. It's your fault, I mean, come on! We are in the middle of a fucking pandemic."

You rolled your eyes. He said that it was your fault, commanded you to shut up, and called you "spoiled kid". Damn! Sometimes, Derek Hale has the power to get you so pissed off!

"Stop the car, Hale." You were staring the road trough the window. When he listens to you, Derek stared you totally astonished. You repeated, looking at him with mortal eyes. "Are you fucking deaf? Stop the goddamn car, or I'll open the door!"

"Shit!"

Derek stops his car in the middle of the road. You came out of the car and begun to walk in the street without a look back. You weren't caring about the heavy rain that was falling from the sky and was putting you and your clothes entirely wet. You just don't wanna stay in that fucking car with that stupid alpha.

"(Y/N)! Get back to the car!" Derek yelled from the window, watching you walk away. You didn't look back. Without choices, he drove his car until you slowly. His window was close to you. "What the hell do you think are doing?"

"I'm going to get a ride with someone who's going to Beacon Hills."

"Oh, great, sounds a nice plan to get a ride with someone who could simply rape you, or worse!"

"Leave me alone!" You yelled, looking at him. "Argh! Stupid werewolf." He ignored you.

"Look: It's raining, it's cold, and it's dangerous. Stop being so stubborn. You'll become sick."

You were entirely wet, embracing your own body as a way to become warmer. Your pride was yelling in your head. No, you will NOT get in that stupid car.

"Get out, Hale."

"You're shivering cold. Stop to let everything so hard!" Argue with you wasn't rare. It was a usual thing, actually. However, despite being so freaking pissed off with you, Derek tried to calm down. He breathed in and, calmly at this time, he said. "I promise tomorrow I'll find a way for both of us to come back to Beacon, okay? I don't want you sick."

Then, you finally stopped walking. You need to admit: Derek is completely right. You can't just wait for someone who will accept to give you a ride, and under the storm. You even couldn't think straight because you were so angry! Then, you just sighed. Swallowing your pride, you just turned around and entered the car.

"Sometimes, I really hate you, Derek."

You were not looking at him. Your gaze was focused on that huge storm outside. You were wet, shivering, and freezing. Spend the night out of Beacon Hills wasn't on the plans, but you and Derek know you had no choices. The only clothes you have are completely wet, and you were tired as hell.

"I know. Take this." When you look to the side, on the driver's seat, you saw something who let you a little bit anxious: Derek was shirtless, and he was giving his shirt to you. "You can't stay with these clothes. They're wet. You'll get-"

"I know."

With your cheeks burning, you take his shirt and go back to the back's seat. A lightning cut the skies, announcing that the storm was far from the end. Derek's gaze went to the storm outside, giving you the privacy you need to change your clothes.

A little bit shy about the situation, you were fast: You took your wet clothes off and, quickly, you put Derek's shirt on your body. It was just like a dress for you.

And smells like him.

You have a code that you do precisely: You wouldn't bang with any supernatural. You have a reputation to care. If you have sex with anyone who you should be hunting, you will lose your credibility with the other hunters. Actually, you even never had this desire before for no one of the supernaturals you'd met. Since you met Derek was passed a few weeks, and you really never felt any kind of attraction by him. He was a rude and annoying man. 

But that night, something changed.

He was taking care of you, and you really had a chance to meet him better on this trip. You notice that you have a lot of things in common with him. Also, he smells like danger and something forbidden. All of that Is really a big turn on.

You weren't the only one who was in that way.

Derek was watching you since you met. Your independence and strength sounds really sexy, especially when he saw you fighting. He wasn't trusting on you at the same time, of course. You're still a hunter. However, you earned his trust not only when you talked with the Argent's, but when you took care of him even when he said that he wouldn't need it, and, of course, when you were looking for that insane alpha.

And then, there you are, taking off your clothes so close to him.

His pride was preventing him flirt with you. I mean, come on, you are a hunter! He wouldn't do this. But that situation made his imagination run wild, thinking about your body.

"Thank you." You said for him, with a low voice. "I'm sorry, I think I'm-"

"It's okay, take a rest. I can't see the road with this storm, so I think we'll need to wait for a while. Are you with cold?"

"I'll be-" A sneeze interrupts your words. Derek sighs, annoyed.

"Great, you become sick. And just when the car's heater is broken."

"Look, I just don't want to argue now."

He looks at you. Quickly, Derek goes to the back seat, and rub your arms in a way to warm your body. Your skin was so soft... You get closer to him, to feel the warmth of his body, and, soon, he embraced you. Your head rests on his chest, and you were feeling a little bit warmer now.

Be in his arms was really good, and not because of the warmth. It was feeling like home for you. It was so comfy, so good...

"Are you feeling better?"

You didn't respond to him, and Derek arched his eyebrows.

"(Y/N)?" He calls you. But when he heard your peaceful breath, he knew that you fall asleep. It took a soft smile from him.

That was your first night.

[9worldstales]

In reply to this post @woodelf68 said:

The jr. novel having Thor say that Loki stole the throne twice is ridiculous. He was lawfully given the throne when Odin was Sleeping and Thor banished, as he was next in line of the succession. And he offered the throne to Thor in TDW and Thor refused it! What was he going to do, abandon Asgard? Loki was the one who stepped up and took on the burden of rule, and yet got none of the credit. And Thor was the ‘savage, chaotic, lawless’ one when he stormed Jotunheim, breaking the peace treaty and gleefully slaughtering Frost Giants. The only time that description fit Loki was after he’d been tortured and was under the influence of the Mind Stone.

My apologies if I reply to you in a separate post but this got too long for the comments...

I’ll try to keep this as impartial and objective as I can, please, everyone, forgive me if I fail.

For start, oh yes, you’re absolutely right, as I said the whole bit of the junior novel contains canon mistakes in regard to both Thor and Loki.

Going in order:

Thor never demanded the throne, the throne was ALWAYS meant to be given to him by Odin, nor he refused it when Asgard needed him the most. He refused it when Asgard just won the war against the Dark Elves and, after Thor refused it, Asgard went through 4 years of peace. Things got worse only because Hela came back after 4 years, something no one had an idea would happen except Odin.

As for Loki yeah, the first time in “Thor” he ABSOLUTELY didn’t steal the throne. He was also a heir to it and with Thor banished for something Thor did (I’ve a long meta digging into how it was Thor who caused his own banishment if someone is in doubt about it) he was the next in line and rightful heir to it. There was ABSOLUTELY no stealing of the throne in a cut scene we see Frigga herself telling so to a surprised Loki.

Loki: What hope is there for Thor? Frigga: There's always a purpose to everything your father does. Thor may yet find a way home. Loki looks troubled by the revelation. He rises, heads for the exit, when they hear the clatter of ARMORED FOOTSTEPS hurriedly approaching. THE EINHERJAR GUARD Enter the room, block his way out. Loki tenses, prepared for the worst, but the guards just stand before them. Loki is baffled. Frigga: (cont’d) Thor is banished. The line of succession falls to you. Until he awakens, Asgard is yours.

And it’s worth to mention Thor accepted Loki as the one inheriting the throne. When Loki tells him the burden of the throne has fallen on him, Thor doesn’t say ‘no, nope, the throne is mine’. He just asks if, since his brother is now in charge HE CAN COME HOME. He doesn’t ask for the throne he just wants to come home. And when Loki tells him nope, Thor doesn’t accuse him of stealing the throne either, he accepts it.

It’s also worth to remember Loki had no idea they would pass the throne to him when Odin fell into Odinsleep. As it apparently happened before, likely Frigga took regency in those moments and Loki had no idea Odin would fall into Odinsleep back then anyway. There was no plotting whatsoever for Loki to take the throne. The movie and the side-material make clear Loki never expected the throne to pass to him, when he let the Frost Giants in Asgard, he merely aimed to stall the coronation for a bit longer.

“Thor: The Dark World” is actually a bit more controversial. Loki has been sentenced by Odin to lifelong imprisonment. This implies he has lost the rights to the throne so he’s no more a legitimate heir to it (in the comic “Thor: The Dark World Prelude” n° 2 written by Yost (scriptwriter for “Thor: The Dark World Prelude” and Kyle) which was likely written prior to Joss Whedon writing the scene for the meeting between Loki and Odin in “Thor: The Dark World” whcih was later added into the movie, Odin even rejects him as a son, telling him the boy he knew is dead and what remains is a creature he doesn’t recognize and calls him ‘Loki Laufeyson’).

The moment Loki takes Odin’s place, he technically steals the throne.

Yes, he offers it to Thor, which implies he didn’t plan to keep it, but it wasn’t his to offer in the first place and although Odin always meant to make Thor the next king (and in the first ending of the movie it’s implied that’s what he would do as soon as Thor was back in good shape) he had no idea if he meant to make him the next king right then.

What’s more he doesn’t return it to Odin when Thor refuses it. So, since Loki wasn’t anymore a legitimate heir and the throne wasn’t his to take yes, in this case he stole it from Odin, not from Thor because Thor refused it.

Now yeah, I know Feige left open the possibility that Thor refused due to what Loki said to him in the guise of Odin…

Feige: That last scene needed to work for people watching the movie for the first time, who believed that it’s Odin talking to Thor, and then the surprise, but it also needs to work a second and third time. Why is Odin saying those things? Why is Loki saying those things to Thor? They’re very nice things, they’re very caring things, that he says to him. Is it partly because he loves his brother? I like to think so. Is it also because that’s what his brother needs… to leave? Perhaps. [“Kevin Feige: It was always the plan to have Loki have a redemptive death. It was always planned that he wouldn’t really be gone.”]

But this is the first exchange Thor and ‘Odin’ had in the movie after Thor returns:

Odin: You once said there would never be a wiser king than me. You were wrong. The Alignment has brought all the realms together. Every one of them saw you offer your life to save them. What can Asgard offer its new king in return? Thor: My life. Father, I cannot be king of Asgard. I will protect Asgard and all the realms with my last and every breath, but I cannot do so from that chair. Loki, for all his grave imbalance, understood rule as I know I never will. The brutality, the sacrifice... It changes you. I'd rather be a good man than a great king. Odin: Is this my son I hear, or the woman he loves? Thor: When you speak, do I never hear Mother's voice'? This is not for Jane, Father. She does not know what I came here to say. Now, forbid me to see her, or say she can rule at my side. It changes nothing.

Thor went there specifically to tell his father he didn’t want to be king and that he wouldn’t change his mind not even if Odin were to forbid him to see Jane or allow him to marry her.

So no, Loki’s words weren’t what Thor needed to leave, Thor didn’t need to be persuaded to leave. So maybe Feige should re-read the script before talking.

So yeah, Thor refused it on his own. Loki didn’t manipulate him into doing it.

(The script of this part is messed up though, because it starts with a reference to what Thor said to Odin at the end of “Thor”… and Loki back then wasn’t around to hear it so really, Feige isn’t the only one who should re-read their script but whatever, this was a bit they rushed to put together when they decided to toss away the original ending of the movie for this new one.)

But there’s more that’s wrong with that bit.

Thor says: “My point is that our self-centered conflict over Asgard has ruined our kingdom. We have been so focused on fighting for the top we’ve forgotten there’s a middle and a bottom.”

There was no self-centered conflict over Asgard that has ruined the kingdom. The kingdom wasn’t ruined, it was perfectly fine until Hela attacked and Hela’s attack is due to Odin and how he raised her and handled her when he couldn’t control her any longer, not due to Loki and Thor.

Also the real problem wasn’t a ‘self-centered conflict for the top’… more like Odin’s screwed up parenting.

So yeah, if the Junior novel is based on the old script there’s a lot of questionable material and not just in this scene. But let’s talk a bit about Eric Pearson, the guy who wrote the script.

As I said in another post about how people came to think Loki is a serial betrayal this guy never worked on a script with Thor and Loki previously and the most he did was to be involved in the “Marvel’s The Avengers Prelude: Fury’s Big Week” in which Thor and Loki have some cameo appearances.

To continue that’s what he says about working on the script:

Fun sells, especially in the Marvel Comic Universe. Did you have a hard time balancing how hilarious the film had to be with the high stakes it has going on? Pearson: I did, yeah. It was tricky. First of all, it took a couple of interactions with Taika before we got on the same page. He’s such a different guy with a different sense of humor [he says fondly]. After I pitched the scene that happens first in the movie I got a sense of his sense of humor and going forward that was really helpful. The first draft was really about nailing the structure and the character arcs, and having our skeleton. That was when I started working more closely with Taika to get his little comedic flourishes in there. Plus, on the day during shooting, he’s bound to do anything. Suddenly there will be a weird prop in the scene and you have to be like “Ok, there it is! We’re gonna move right along!” He knew what he was doing from the beginning. He was going to rob the bank and get away with a ton of comedy, so I was just trying to keep the story together for the most part. And keep the characters honest and true to the world and their respective journeys. [“A Talk With THOR: RAGNAROK’s Eric Pearson”]

The Junior novel has basically no humour. I would say the script used is, if not the very first one, something like the second… which is also hinted by how there’s no mention of Hela being Odin’s daughter.

Let’s talk about Hela. There’s been a certain spoiler going around about her lineage, and we’d love to hear how that came about. Pearson: The decision to make Hela Odin's banished daughter came really late into writing my first draft. We had discussed her backstory as someone from Asgard's past, the Goddess of Death being a weapon of war that Odin used to conquer the Nine Realms and build his empire, but as I was writing and getting closer to the end, knowing that a Thor-Hela face-off was imminent, I felt like we needed more. More connection between the two, more depth to their ideological conflict. And it was one of those late nights, probably 11 pm working at Marvel, and I expressed this concern to Brad Winderbaum (producer). I basically told him that I'd been thinking about it, and I thought that making Hela Thor's sister made the most sense for the story and had the most impact to a shared history. He agreed and told me, "Don't pitch it to anyone because it'll be more likely to get shot down. Just write it into the script and let everyone discover the connection the same way that Thor will." Ultimately it was the right move because, after I wrote the ending and retconned the earlier scenes to reflect the family relation, everybody who read it was surprised, and pleasantly so. [“A Talk With THOR: RAGNAROK’s Eric Pearson”]

And this guy clearly has no idea what the relationship between Thor and Loki was previously and not only because he needed Chris Hemsworth to point out he wasn’t handing them correctly (how Hemsworth’s input helped or worsened the matter is up to debate)…

Pearson: For introductions, working on Thor’s voice was really great just because Hemsworth is great with the script. He actually pulled me aside one morning to talk to me about the Thor and Loki scenes. He pointed out, correctly so, that what I had was retreading a bit of what had already happened in Thor, Thor: The Dark World and The Avengers. We needed to have their relationship exhibit the amount of awareness that it should have after the audience spent so much time with them on screen. So, the Thor and Loki stuff is also some of my favorite. [“A Talk With THOR: RAGNAROK’s Eric Pearson”]

But that’s how, after Hemsworth’s tips, he describes Loki and Thor’s situation:

As the villains in the cinematic universe go, Loki is far and away considered the best by fans. Now you’ve got to bring forward his humor a little more with Hela acting as the main antagonist. What was it like reconciling all the history that Thor and Loki have while there’s another big bad threatening their world? Pearson: We find Loki in a different headspace at the beginning of the movie. Since Thor: The Dark World he’s been ruling Asgard as Odin as he’s always wanted. He’s on sort of a villainous vacation while in a role that plays to his narcissism. So, he’s mostly off his world conquering villain agenda already at the beginning of the film. Plus, Thor and Loki have had so many interactions, and alliances, and betrayals. They’ve been each others’ nemeses for so long that even they’re a little exhausted by themselves. It’s almost like the fatigue of dealing with each other allows this terminator like force of Hela to just walk in. They’re divided so she conquers. [“A Talk With THOR: RAGNAROK’s Eric Pearson”]

Thor and Loki has been each others’ nemeses for so long?

They started having an argument in “Thor” that’s placed in 2011 and that lasted basically 1 day before Loki fell into the void. They saw each other again the following year in “The Avengers” and argued for what? 2 days? Then Loki gets jailed for a year and in “Thor: The Dark World” they’re on the same page, allied against Malekith! Thor believes Loki dead and discover he’s not in 2017, when “Thor: Ragnarok” takes place!

(Now, whoever is about to say they actually have a story of Loki trying to kill Thor and tries to mention this scene to me:

Valkyrie: He did try to kill me. Thor: Yes, me too. On many, many occasions. There was one time when we were children, he transformed himself into a snake, and he knows that I love snakes. So, I went to pick up the snake to admire it and he transformed back into himself and he was like, "Yeah, it's me!" And he stabbed me. We were eight at the time.

...can either accept the short explanation that this scene is a retcon of Thor and Loki's relation or read the long explanation with all the official sources that explains how this is a retcon as prior to “Thor: Ragnarok” the canon was that Thor and Loki were loving brothers until “Thor” happened. That movie is meant to be the start of their fighting, for crying out loud.)

They have a total of 3 days of actively being on each others’ throats. This exhausted them? Even if we consider the full year in which Thor was aware Loki was alive and jailed, we’re talking of people that lives for centuries and a jailed Loki can’t really be considered at Thor’s throat.

So no, if “Thor: Ragnarok” had followed the original script, it wouldn’t have been canon compliant all the same… but Marvel wasn’t interested in protecting canon from the get-go and let Waititi free to create ‘his own thing’…

Waititi: I was lucky enough they didn’t force me to acknowledge things- there were certain things in the film, like the play, which makes fun of the scene in The Dark World where Loki dies, but there’s a point to that play, sort of to recap what happened, but also to tell the audience, “This is not what you think it’s going to be, this film is not going to be a continuation of that. It’s its own thing, and what you think you expect from this film ends at this play. [“Empire Podcast Spoiler Special: Thor: Ragnarok with Taika Waititi”]

…so really, I doubt the pressured Pearson into keeping the old scripts into consideration when writing his own.

As for Thor… the guy in the first part of “Thor” was presented as someone who absolutely loved fighting for the sake of fighting, which, I think, would have made him thrilled to fight in Sakaar, hadn’t it been for the fact they wouldn’t have paid him proper respect.

However, credits when it’s due, the second part of “Thor” is all about him abandoning this mindset. There were cut scenes in Thor which even showed how Thor refused to start a fight over being called ‘princess’ by an earthling just to show he had grown up and wasn’t anymore someone who would jump at the first chance to have a fight. “Thor: The Dark World” is also about him trying to avoid involving Asgard in a fight. So in theory Thor has stopped being someone chaotic and savage by… 6 years.

(I’m trying to preted “Thor: Ragnarok - A New Story” which is a tale included in the Junior Novel at the hands of Steve Behling and that, among other things, depicted Thor as a warmongrel again, is not part of the canon.)

On the opposite side Loki has never been savage or chaotic, he’s elegant, well organized, plans forward and, unless he’s in a deep emotional storm, remains calm and controlled.

I would argue also he’s not lawless either as, although he has broken some laws, he doesn’t wish for a world with no rules. Even when in charge of Asgard he didn’t let it turn into nobody’s land but still organized and ruled it. So really, that improvisation was mostly out of nowhere.

“Thor: Ragnarok” merely decided to retcon Loki and Marvel allowed it because they wanted to kill him in “Avengers: Infinity war” without fans to make the same fuss they did in “Thor: The Dark World” that forced them to change the ending.

Not that they succeeded as fans rejected the “Avengers: Infinity war” death too, but whatever, that’s Marvel for you.

[jidai]

jidai’s budget mutuals/friends appreciation

Hi, all! I’m quite late with this but I decided to put a small friends and mutual appreciations post in hopes of brightening up the end of this year a little bit. ❤️ If you were tagged, please make sure to check below for a small little message from me. However, I want to make it very clear that I truly appreciate all of my mutuals. You guys brighten up my dash and always reblog or create so many funny and creative posts. I just wanted to give a few special shout outs to those that have taken out the time to reach out and interacted with me past my ask box or we just see each other often.

The messages are ordered by your URL, so you might have to scroll for awhile before you see your messages. I’m so sorry lmao. 

Happy New Years, everyone!

@25th​​, Nonnie, the Young Genius. bro, remind me how old you are 🧍‍♀️ Like my brain CANNOT fathom the thought that you’re so skilled at SO many things and you’re not even in your twenties??? PLEASE SPARE THE TALENT. i will even accept crumbs. But I’m writing to tell you that you are such a wonderful presence on my dash. I always look forward to your gfx. They’re so SO good and you’re improving from one post to another. Like WOW. Now, you’re even starting an art blog, too? You’re so dedicated to the arts. I respect that a lot. Your hard work and commitment will bring you very far in life, whatever you decide to do. 

I love interacting with you. You’re such a big sweetheart and full of positivity and energy. I look forward to seeing more of your art and gfx ❤️

@biscuitwalk​, Dann, the AK Wiz. Dann, I know you’re not as active on here so idk when or if you will ever read this but I want to say that I miss you and your creations so, so much. I will say it a hundred times over and OVER but you inspire me so goddamn much. You have no fucking idea. Your works are absolutely gorgeous and unique. I can look at it once and I can instantly recognize your style (and your cute lil’ pufferfish <3). The way you utilize colors and implement various techniques, shapes, textures into your work. Goddamn, you’re so good. I always look to your work if I ever need inspiration and they help me brainstorm. God, I wish I could put it into words how much I adore your works.

We didn’t really talk for long but you seemed like such a kind and fun person to be around. I wish you the best in your future endeavors, wherever you are. Stay safe <3

@elriccs, Mirai, the Short King. 🧍‍♀️ ok look I know, I know I’m TERRIBLE at replying to you and I’m so fucking sorry. I absolutely love to talk to you but my dumbass cannot seem to reply in a timely manner LASELKSAL. That’s on me and I gotta do better. Anyways!!! Thank you SO fucking much for always leaving such kind messages on my work. I swear to god you’re one of my biggest hype man and I ALWAYS look forward to reading your tags. They’re so funny and it makes me all tingly and happy inside. Bro, like, you just radiate big fun vibes, bro. I really hope that I can get to know you better so I can just insult you until it’s too late to walk away </3

And of course, let me also remind you that I love your works so much. They way that you utilize your textures and those muted colors... OOMPH *chefs kiss* I will always love--

@lockhvrts​​, Em the Soulsborne GOD. hi em 🥺 it’s been awhile since I’ve had a proper conversation with you and I hope you’re doing okay! I miss you and our conversations where we do nothing but geek out and complain about the game industry lmao. if you manage to read this, I just wanted to let you know I miss your presence here. It’s been kinda dull not seeing your beautiful soulsborne gifs and your game rants. Let’s catch up soon. <3 stay safe and well!

@nathanprescutt, Benn, the Man. BENNNNNNNN.  I love you a lot bro. I know we haven’t had long conversations for some time and I hope I can change that! You were my first friend on this blog and I will always appreciate it. I remember us just geeking out over your works and how I would always send you a gfx request like once a week LMAO. The one thing that I have always appreciated about you was the fact that you’re very opinionated (if not, very vocal on your stance on things) and you hold your ground. There were a few time where you encouraged me to speak on topics that I think I shouldn’t and that stuck with me for quite awhile. I’m still a nervous rambling mess when it comes to debates but just know that the one time you supported me to voice my opinion--I hold it very dear to my heart. 

While I don’t spend much time together, I will always remember our animal crossing session. It was  so much fun just trashing and chilling on your island. Especially the bar :( that bar was fucking AMAZING. Maybe once FFXVI comes out, we can geek out hehe

Also, thank you so much for sending in photos of all your doggos, omg. I miss seeing them so much I hope they’re doing well. Stay hot, my German bro lol. Ich bin sehr dankbar, so eine tolle Freundin zu haben. ❤️❤️❤️

@noxdivina​, Lin the Big Dick Daddy Kind. The church is open for business bitch and I’m here to preach the GOSPEL.

Okay, jokes aside, I’m really happy that we became mutuals. You’ve always give off this like, mysterious cosmic vibe (????? huh). And your selfies just further proves that you are wtf. But you’re always so kind to those that you interact with. You’re an absolutely sweetheart and like I just want to give you a giant hug every time we interact. You’re such a soft human being. It’s so nice being around you. It’s like being tossed in the oven and baked at 250 degrees F for 25 minutes. And to boot you’re really talented, hello? God really said let there be a perfect human being and yeeted you into the universe. Thank you for always leaving such kind messages and words in my DM/askbox/works. I cherish them so much. I hope I can get to know you better in the future bc you’re rad, bro <3

anyways, updated drawing of u and maya:

i always assume you’re in a black fur parka 24/7 and maya is coatless neck down. also deck me with those jacked arms of yours thanks  🧍‍♀️

(edit: fuck i forgot to draw a PARTY HAT ON MAYA IM SORRY)

@rokuseis​, Sei, the Dumber.

i have nothing to say to you go away you banana hater ASELKSAEKL

BITCH, you doo bee getting on my nerve 24/7/365 🧍‍♀️ you were an unexpected but a very welcomed addition to my life. I can’t believe we really went 1 fuckin’ year without speaking to each other and then suddenly our friendship blew up because over a stupid BANANA. Now you gotta deal with me and my stupid, random, crude ass messages daily. I cannot. Clown to clown communication. But thank you so much bitch for being there for me and telling all of these funny ass stories and life experiences.

I know I don’t say it a lot because when we talk it’s literally just dogs barking at each other but I want to make it clear now: I love your humor and vibe so much. You never fail to make me laugh anytime I talk to you and I appreciate it so much. I can’t tell you how many times I felt better after talking to you. Even though sometimes your fucking jab hits hard and I end up actually inSULTED BY IT. But thank you for becoming my friend and I look forward to all of our stupid moments together. Looking forward to shitting in your sink when I finally fly to your home <3

@wolfamongthem, Anna, the Grinch. Please don’t hurt me for that title. I'm just saying if someone needs a live casting, it’ll be u. Anyways, did you know that I was so fucking intimidated by you for a long ass time, even before we became mutuals aseljas LMAO. I always see your gifs around on explore and they’re so gorgeous and then I look at your text posts and it’s u roasting people like there’s no tomorrow- 🧍‍♀️ bitch I was SCARED OF U KSKS. Now that I’ve talked to you a few times, you’re really funny like where do you find those reaction memes????? Like bro you and your shitposts is my morning cup of coffee. 

Anyways, in 2021 I expect a full-fledge review of all AAA games from you-- no more shit talking in the tags let it all out BITCH. Thank you for being such a great mutual! I look forward to see what weird shit you will send me the next time we talk lmao

@zenien​​, Selm, the I’m-gay-for-Lady-Maria-or-anything-that-moves-in-BB-Bitch™. ok bitch if I’m being honest I wrote yours last so my brain is FRIED. so everything i say from here is raw from the HEARt cause that’s all I got left. But anyhow, we savin’ the best for last! honestly, i didn’t expect you to barge into my life like that. i really didn’t. i was just gonna keep admiring with my 7 feet (2.1336 meters) pole. I’m glad you made the first move because look where we are wtf 🧍‍♀️ friends??? I wouldn’t believe you if you told me that in 2014 when I first followed you lmao. 

You’re such a kind soul. I know you may disagree but I’m determined to convince you. I can’t tell you how much I want to thank you for taking the time to talk to me during my rough bits. It’s like sitting on a wooden bench in a park during sunset and you sit next to me, just enjoying the vast sky. You radiate such peaceful energy. It’s very calming. Or you know, 2 seconds later i’m suddenly suplexed by your 40 tons of insults like what-- 

Thank you for everything, so far. Truly. It’s been so fun listening to you talk about your Bloodborne journey and see your reactions live. It’s been so fun to see you post your graphics and it continues to blow me away. It’s been so fun hearing about your life and the stories of your adulthood. Every words that we have exchanged, I hold dearly to my heart--more than you ever know. Love u bitch.

[rigelmejo]

yo ok so, if anyone cares lol

i do think reading in chinese is still quite frustrating for me. i just think like, because of my past experience studying japanese, the perspective that gave me just makes chinese ‘feel’ so much less daunting? in japanese i struggled so much for two YEARS just to be able to follow the bare main idea of like a simple slice of life chapter in a manga. To just follow the bare minimum. To just look at a youtube title in japanese and be able to roughly even guess what it’s about.

So like, by the time i made those small goals in japanese, i had been trying to read for 2 years. So just that small amount of comprehension was absolutely amazing to me and such a huge milestone.

So when i went into learning chinese, i already had the perspective of like ‘if i can even read some simple very common word sentences in 2 years and understand the basic main idea in them, i will be doing absolutely Fantastic!’ 

Needless to say, with chinese i had learned from past mistakes and made a much better study plan and had a better grasp of what tasks give me improvement versus lead me to procrastinating and restudying material i should progress past instead. 

So in chinese i actually have progressed much better in my reading progress than i dared to dream i possibly would! it is still far far away from of course my eventual goal - to be able to read the stories i want somewhat comfortably. But i am already far past the goal i planned to reach in 2 years, and i am already at the point i can at least slog though chinese novels with a dictionary at a slow pace (which is more than i ever managed in japanese in over twice the time spent studying). and i’m already at the point where i can pick up a manhua and follow the main idea of the chapters without a dictionary (which took like 10 months in chinese, compared to 2.5 in japanese study ;-; ). so i at least know i’m on the right track, and clearly making progress. while reading is still an intense challenge every time, it drains my brain just a little less the more and more i do it, and i see more steady progress than i had ever hoped - which definitely encourages me to keep working at it and trying it more.

at the end of the day like, studying japanese before gave me this idea that i will be completely okay if i can’t read the most basic things until 2 years in, and if i can’t read anything but a few simple stories with a dictionary slog until 4 years in, and without a dictionary on simple stuff might well take 6 or 8+ years. so i don’t put stress on myself so much because i know like... realistically for my general progress in languages, it might well take that long easily.

and in contrast, chinese has really shown me how MUCH i held myself back in japanese by NOT throwing myself immediately into the deep end often. In japanese, I did not even TRY to read things outside a textbook until after year 1, and i always limited myself to manga and tweets and youtube videos, because i assumed if they felt hard anything else would be absolutely insurmountable. I suspect me picking materials that did not challenge me as much, and being afraid to challenge myself more, held back the speed of my progress a lot. It really wasn’t until 2 years into japanese - when i said screw it and started trying to brute force manga, and brute force play kingdom hearts in japanese, that i started making any significant gains in comprehension. With chinese, I tried to apply that lesson, and i remember trying to brute force the first chapter of Guardian as early as months 2-5. And trying to brute force mzds prologue in like month 3. And i remember seeing advice about immersion, and deciding ‘screw it’ and trying to just get myself to watch chinese shows without english subs around month 5 onward. And trying to get myself to read actual novels (easier ones, and graded readers lol) around month 6-7. At first yeah i was completely unprepared - but damn if it did not motivate me to RUSH through learning 2000 common words so i would be drowning less! Damn if it did not motivate me to learn 800 hanzi in my first 5 months, then 1000 more by month 10. I realized i learn faster when i just push myself - or at least, i get much more motivated and get a much clearer idea of what i may need to study more in order to be better at the thing i want to do. I didn’t make any progress in speaking/writing until i joined a language exchange app in month 5+ - and had huge motivation to learn common conversational words so i could respond to people quicker, and use translators less frequently when people talked to me etc. Like... yeah i know i threw myself into the deep end constantly. but also, i don’t think i would’ve covered so much ground, because of my personal learning style, if i hadn’t. I 100% think i’ve met my japanese progress and surpassed it in half the time of chinese study, because i did what ‘worked’ in japanese immediately with chinese and just. Tried to do more of it when i could...

But anyway. My point is like - i went into chinese reading expecting that any sliver of comprehension improvement over the span of years, would be exceptionally good progress for me. So anything even surpassing that a little, motivates me a ton. I’m never expecting perfection, because i’ve struggled with trying to improve reading before in another language where it took a lot of effort for me to even reach a bare minimum. So at least i know i can look at what i’ve done in the past, and know there’s a timeline i can likely follow to predict the minimum of how i’ll make progress. And then also, i’ve tried to take what i did notice helped me in studying, and apply it a lot more to chinese. So it has been very motivating to see the parts of study i felt worked - actually working lol. Since when i studied japanese (and french a bit before that), it was a lot of me stumbling in the dark and doing random stuff, progressing like ??? and trying to figure out what even helped me improve. 

i think the point i am trying to make is to not be hard on yourself. absolutely any progress, no matter how slow, is great! is admirable! is a show of your hard work, and also of you doing all the exploration to discover what even works for you versus does not work for your personal study! you don’t have to be hard on yourself for not reaching ‘perfection’ by a set date, improvement is a process, and so much of it is simply learning How you progress, what helps you progress versus stalls you, and what is normal progress for yourself (rather than for others, because we all improve at different speeds and by doing different things).

[wheeloffortune-design]

Don't worry about it, my sister also writes and I am her main editor XD. She gets super anxious over the quality of her writing. So I know what your going through

So, I’ll tell you something and you can share it with your sister, ok?

I spent seventeen years on this story. Seventeen. That’s half my life. I wrote the story ten times and went through two editing phases with a professional publisher. I set incredibly high goals for the quality of the story, the research and the writing.

And I got published, right, by a well respected paper publisher. 

And I got to meet other authors! Many of them are now my friends, I’m meeting a bunch of them tomorrow, for brunch, sociopaths that they are.

And only one of them read my book, and I feel like she didn’t really think much of it. (She’s a great person, and a friend, but I felt in her voice that she didn’t really like my story.)

The thing is, this happy group of brunch-going, mimosa-drinking sociopaths that I love dearly, are in the habit of attending writer’s workshops. Going to secluded cabins in the woods and give up wifi so they can write for three day straights. They write in groups, exchange comments, send short-stories to sci-fi and fantasy magazines and get help from veteran writers. They write tons of short stories, they try new themes and new stuff and play with words and metaphors. 

They better their craft.

And me, I wrote a classical fantasy story, an adventure, with a teenage princess and angels and a bunch of gods who could be furries with magical powers. 

It’s not revolutionary. It’s not art. My wording is not poetry, my narration is not a pleasure to read and reread. It fills a purpose. My art is goal oriented.

It shook me, when I felt that author didn’t like my story. I had worked hard on it. 

But I now understand that she wasn’t my public. Maybe she prefers deeper books, maybe she writes them herself. But I don’t really enjoy reading those. 

So, what I mean to say to your sister, and to anyone that is stressed about their writing: There is a public for every kind of narration. Find what suits you best, do it to the best of your ability, and it won’t be good or bad, it will be what you achieved, and what some people look for in a story. 

[worryingthing]

Hello, back again with more cards. It’s late August and everything feels bad. Pulling cards feels like a trick I try to do to get myself to think and articulate my feelings, and that’s all it’s for. I tried to scroll through tumblr but I can’t remember what being on this platform is supposed to be like anymore, even though for so long it was a huge part of my life. It just slipped away like so many other things. It also feels bad to sit at my desk, to type, to have the length of my forearm pressing into the desk so I can type. I haven’t been sitting at a desk for the months of homestay and have barely touched my computer. I’m noticing I’m barely able to read text without hunching forward, without my glasses I mean. I have looked up so so many laptop stands and found nothing that is to my liking. I’d like to raise the computer a ltitle to see better, I’d also like a better angle for zooms and discord video chats, etc. 

Anyway, I put the tin of cards on my desk, which has so little space and is totally cluttered over with things, and one card fell out and the second I pulled out of the deck while shuffling. The card that fell was the 8 or swords, the card I pulled was the 7 of swords reversed. Just two people with some sword problems, but we’ve all been there. 

I’m wondering what’s not a problem these days? The waking hours feel like an agonizing thing to toil through, to try to pass and spend and exhaust because for some reason we’re universally subjected to consciousness. Like getting a ton of tickets at a cheap arcade, and reluctantly exchanging them for some less than satisfying plastic doodad. Was that really the whole point of playing the game? 

Anyway we’re moving soon and maybe things will get better? It feels impossible that things could improve, or that change at all is possible. That these patterns and horrible hours could ever shift off their already set purgatory course. The 8 of swords knows this feeling, there she stands encased in swords, bound and blindfolded. He perspective and movement are inhibited, limited, blocked off. She feels, and is, trapped. 

“The Eight of Swords reveals that you feel trapped and restricted by your circumstances. You believe your options are limited with no clear path out.”

“When the Eight of Swords appears in a Tarot reading, it comes as a warning that your thoughts and beliefs are no longer serving you. You may be over-thinking things, creating negative patterns or limiting yourself by only considering the worst-case scenario. The more you think about the situation, the more you feel stuck and without any options. It is time to get out of your head and let go of those thoughts and beliefs holding you back. As you change your thoughts, you change your reality. Replace negative thoughts with positive ones, and you will start to create a more favorable situation for yourself.“

Now, this is the part I truly groan at: “The Eight of Swords assures you there is a way out of your current predicament – you just need a new perspective. You already have the resources you need, but it is up to you to use those resources in a way that serves you.”

What can I say to this? Who doesn’t feel trapped and bound right now? in their homes, with their thoughts, with the eternal recurrence of daily life amidst a pandemic? I’m miserable, but so is everyone else, and for a lot more reasonable reasons! This thought unfortunately fails to shrink the misery, but instead makes me feel selfish for my little complaints which, as the 8 of swords says, do not serve me or anyone. So here I am with these wasted hours that I wonder what to do with, with the impending move (when? this weekend? mid month? we don’t know and I can’t Not Know, it is Virgo season c’mon), with my keyboard that mysteriously sticks whenever I try to use shift and a symbol, with my too short desk and my clutter, trying to consider all these things going into boxes and transitioning to a new space that I should start to feel hope for the way a seed germinates and then starts to reach up and out towards light for the purpose of L I F E. Things that went into boxes will come out and maybe magically be better in new light, with new space, and new rooms, new roots? 

Ok so Upside down sword problem man, what’ve you got? “The Seven of Swords often appears reversed when you feel like a fraud and are suffering from ‘imposter syndrome’. You may doubt yourself and your abilities. For example, if you have started a new business, you may ask yourself, 'Who am I to be doing this?' Know that this is fear talking. Get out of your head and trust that you have everything you need to make your new venture a success.”

Look at this dude, he’s like “I’m getting away, I have so many swords! *clank clank clank clank* OW!!” I dropped a knife off the counter last night and it barely missed my foot. Stigmata honestly sounds refreshing at this point. These cards seem to suggest I get out of my head, but how?? Is that what this writing is?? and I ask myself “who am I to be doing this?” about EVERYTHING. Who isn’t always walking around like ‘ooooh I will be found out’ about some part or the whole makeup of their “identity”. What is identity now, at home, with overgrown hair and shoes with no tread worn down hanging neatly as they were left at the end of the last warm season, no place to be or be seen, not that being seen is optimal, but also how does self expression and self actualization work anymore? I have so many questions, and thankfully there are many cards, and maybe less thankfully or sort of half heartedly, there are many more days. I don’t know, this is just an account of the times because I’ve often regretted when I didn’t write through other things. Next month it’ll be a year since we were in Japan and I regret not writing every single day I was there, constantly, just to have more to go back and drink in!! and to share, oof to share. Well, now I have at least successfully passed an hour. So, there’s that. 

[angst-in-space]

november ‘20 writing progress

total words written: 50.1k

most words written in a day: 3,024

least words written in a day: 268

current yearly total: 233,516

projects worked on:

- sylvix dreamscape fic - finished a draft of the sylvix christmas fic for the sylvix advent calendar event! - finished a draft of the klance hotel au! - worked on altea rising recap summary, and worked a tiny bit on chapter 19

november goals: - win nanowrimo?? lol - finish/submit final draft of my piece for long live zine (note: ok i only didn’t accomplish this bc it’s not due til mid-december, the deadline changed so lol) - finish a draft of the sylvix xmas fic - work on the sylvix dreamscape fic - finish (or at least work on) the kl hotel au?? - uhh at least finish the recap summary thing that i’m writing for altea rising? maybe if i feel extra spicy i’ll actually work on the actual fic lmfao (note: well, i didn’t FINISH the recap summary but i did want to note i worked on it a lot and only have like a chapter and a half left to summarize so YAY!) - perhaps do some more planning on my original story idk

december goals: - reach my yearly goal of writing 250k words....*sweats* - finish/submit final draft of piece for long live zine - finish editing and publish the sylvix xmas fic! - finish/publish [redacted] and [redacted] (two short secret things i’m working on, lol) - work some more on the sylvix dreamscape fic - finish the altea rising recap summary (and....maybe work a little on chapter 19 if i have time)

notes:

WELL UH.....that was certainly....a Month. there was a lot going on in the world, plus doing my part-time editing job, etc. etc. but i somehow managed to win nanowrimo?? which still doesn’t feel real to me, since i haven’t won in like....5 years. so i’m not really sure what possessed me to write so much but I DID IT and that was such a good feeling!

i finished two fics during november which i feel like is an all-time record lmao. but anyway, first of all i finished a draft of the klance hotel au that i started like...last summer, so i’m excited about that!! honestly not sure when i’m gonna publish it because i have three fics i need to publish this month already so uhhh might put that up in january, but we shall see!

i also finished a draft of the sylvix christmas fic, which i will be publishing on december 16th, so look out for that one!! it’s being beta’d right now and i will probs have to do a bit more editing but over all i’m quite excited about it and can’t wait to post it :’’)  other than that, i’d say most of my efforts went into the sylvix dreamscape fic. right now i think i’m like five(??) chapters into it, and saving up chapters so i can post them one by one on a somewhat regular schedule, but that might still not be for a month or two because i have several other things i need to post in the next few weeks anyway, lol. 

i also worked a ton on the altea rising recap summary which i’m almoooost done with, i just have like a chapter and a half left to summarize so *wheezes* i’m almost there... i also got a teensy bit of progress done on chapter 19 which is the first time i’ve worked on the actual fic in ages dkfdj. not rlly sure when i am going to start updating it again but....i do have a few more chapters of it done, they just need to be edited and whatnot. but idk it may still be a while (oh god it’s been like two years since i updated it huh....sobs violently). 

in addition to that.... i have two other fics i plan on publishing this month, both of which are Secret. one of them is for a fandom/pairing i’ve never written before but i’ve had a lot of fun writing it and i really look forward to publishing it when the time comes! the other is for a lil secret santa exchange and i only have a vague idea of what i’m writing for it but....AAAAH i think it will be fun to write!! 

so uh yeah december is gonna be a bit of a crunch for me bc i have three fics i need to publish, plus a piece i need to submit for a zine...*falls on the floor* but hey it will be cool to actually publish some things this month, so y’all can look forward to that! ;) 

[aurltas]

author interview tag (!)

aaAAAA ty to @backcountry-deltora for tagging me!!! much loveee <333 i haven’t been looped into a tag game for so so long and this is making me feel 10000% better about the fact that i have not written a single fic related thing in MONTHS o)-( but i love to talk about writing and myself so here we go,,

Name: i went by crystal silvera on ffn and here for the longest time so a lot of ppl know me as crystal but my Real(TM) name is dani and my ao3 name is auritas so like take ur pick haha

Fandoms: currently in mxtx hell (im a mdzs main, to the shock of no one) but my og fandoms that i am still very much attached to are deltora quest (the OG og), young wizards, the raven cycle, and yuri on ice

Where you post: ao3 alllll the way babey (but i originated from ffn and still have some stuff up there.......it’s Not Good tho)

Most popular one-shot: oh boy i knew this was gonna be a popular one bc i only wrote like?? rambly reflective thematic pieces(?) before this, my First Attempt At Fluff lmao. even then, But we’re alive (because we bleed) still exceeded my expectations by far in terms of reception, probs bc mdzs was such an up and coming fandom at the time and i posted it right on the crest of that cql wave

Most popular multi-chapter fic: obviously where the light goes, also known as my beloved CHILD !!!! i don’t write multichaps anymore but this is 2 long ass chapters so ig that’s Technically a multichap haha,,, yeah i knew this one was gonna be popular for the same reasons as the previous one + the very intentional tipping of the scale i did here with the balance of fluff and other things. like this is just pure distilled sugar it’s so so fluffy

Favourite story you’ve written so far: oh mannnn i gotta say where the light goes. especially that first chapter, just,, damn. what was i ON ?? its so good!! what the heck!!! quite proud of my metaphor work there, even if balancing prose/poetry feel is very stilted at times . in terms of that balance i think i did a Really good job with and neither did the both of us bc i went back and reread where the light goes for inspiration and i was like “oh god this is DROWNING in metaphors i need to lighten it up a little”

Fic you were nervous to post: i was nervous about where the light goes bc i had such high expectations going in, like i Knew people were craving what i had but i was like, did i do it right?? will this be my breakthrough in the mdzs fandom??? and it sort of was and sort of wasn’t, which,, fair. also SUPER nervous for astriferous bc i had written it all in like, one (1) day and it was for an exchange LMFAOOO (and you can really tell it was all written in one go......it was only when i hit the end that it got Good)

How you choose your titles: when i write fic i’m often scrapbooking a TON of different things together so titles are often just whatever it is i’m already drawing from. there are a few exceptions, like here, then, begins the mending, or and i need nothing more where a phrase popped into my head during the writing/drafting/brainstorming process and i was like OH THAT’S REALLY GOOD. TITLE IT IS

Do you outline?: usually only if it’s plot-driven, like my (incomplete for . Reasons) (ok i was being pestered bc i took it as a prompt and my promptee was. hm) YW multichap equilibrium, for which i outlined EVERYTHING. it was so annoying but i also lowkey liked it because these were MY messy outline notes and i could go as ham as i’d like

Complete: everything that’s posted !! except equilibrium ofc . that’s gonna stay where it is unless by some miracle of nature i get my momentum back for it

In progress: i am working on another jaslief oneshot!!! and for my mdzs folks i have been working on a rly long lesbian songxiao oneshot for a Very long time and it’s . mwah (i showed it to one of my friends and she lost her mind so i think i can say that with confidence)

Coming soon: probably nothing until i’m released from ochem/thesis hell hahahahahahahaaa but if anything were to come out this year it would be the songxiao most likely !

Do you accept prompts?: not after what happened last time !!!! ;o; until i’m done with school altogether, i really need writing to remain something For Me

Upcoming story you’re the most excited to write?: i wanna finish my jaslief SOOOO bad oh my god . i put in so much self-indulgence in there and used what i learned from where the light goes to make it REALLY good n thematic. like don’t get me wrong i am also so excited for my songxiao but i wrote it with some uhhhhh Influence from things i was going through irl and it feels weighty now?? idk i’ll work it out eventually,, i’ve also had oubing fic brewing in my head for literally a year and i REALLY wanna write some pynch in the barns/cabeswater content. let me write about dreamthings and nATURE

Upcoming story you’re most excited about?: bold of u to assume i read multichapters anymore HAHAHA i rotate through the same library of 100 one-shots i have bookmarked now......but back when i did read multichaps i was REALLY into the work of iruutciv + orchids_and_fictional_cities team from yoi, they were absolute LEGENDS and their fic and miles to go before i sleep changed me as a person lmao (i also did read part of their ongoing but monsters are always hungry, darling and i’m actually still in their discord for it but it is SO so intricately crafted and i fell out of the loop and didn’t rly get back in) . currently i follow megafaunatic aka etymologyplayground’s work the most closely for my mxtx fix (my fav from them currently is probably you, asleep and dreaming)

tagging: @lenawin4 and uhhhhhhh anyone else who feels like doing this?? for my life i cannot recall any other writers off the top of my head rn o)-(

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: This isn’t a rom-com 17/17

Author’s notes: So we finally arrived at the last chapter of this fic. I’m really proud of myself for writing something this long and actually getting to the end. I am already planning a sequel and I’d love to hear feedback on this chapter and what you think I could include in the sequel. I also would like to thank everone who stuck around and commented on this. You have no idea how happy you made me. Enjoy this last (for now) chapter!

Summary: Keanu and Lilah meet at the set of John Wick. Rom-com shenanigans ensues

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

Wordcount: 3923

Warnings: bad language; smorking, fighting and some angst

Lilah woke up the next morning with the sound of her father’s car pulling up in the driveway. It made her stomach twist into knots, dread filling her chest because she knew there was no way to avoid it now, they would have to have that conversation. She untangled herself from Keanu and it was clear evidence of how exhausted he was because he barely stirred.

She exchanged her PJs for a pair of shorts and the first t-shirt she could find and went down the stairs. Lilah paused just outside the kitchen, listening to her parents talking in hushed voices.

“He’s out of sedation and breathing on his own,” Frank said with a sigh, weariness and fatigue coloring his voice. “I really thought… for a moment there…”

“Don’t,” Alba said her voice breaking a little. “He’s gonna be just fine. He’s strong.”

“I know, I just…” another sigh from her father. “He had a couple of cardiac arrests during surgery. Turns out amphetamines in his blood were reacting badly with one of the medications.”

“Amphetamines?” Alba’s tone was confused. “Like speed?”

“I don’t know what it is exactly, but yes. He’s doing drugs.”

“It’s not speed,” Lilah said walking into the kitchen and making her parents look over in surprise. “It’s probably Adderall.”

“Adderall?” her mom frowned. “Why would he take that?”

“To help him study for some tests. He promised to stop…” Lilah hated to break Jamie’s confidence like this, but they needed the full picture.

“And you believed him?” Frank snorted, his expression almost scornful. “All junkies say that!”

“Jamie’s not a junkie!” Lilah exclaimed. “He just…” she trailed off, at lost of what to say. “Had a lot on his plate and thought he needed a bust.”

“Oh please!” Frank snorted again. “I worked two jobs all through med school and never used drugs to pass my tests! He’s stupid, that’s what he is! And ungrateful! He was given a golden opportunity and just threw that away! Once the board of directors finds out he was on drugs while working for the hospital, that’s it! His career is over!” He slammed his fist on the table, making Alba and Lilah jump. “Stupid, reckless, idiot…”

“Stop!” Lilah shouted, making Frank’s angry gaze shift to her. “Just stop! Jamie’s in the hospital and all you care about is if he’s gonna have a job when all he gets out? How heartless are you?”

“Lilah…” Alba called in gentle warning, but Lilah was too far gone to pay attention. Between the terror of almost losing her brother and all of the soul searching she had been doing the past couple of weeks, hearing her father talking about Jamie like that made something inside of her snap.

“Do you even care about us? Aside from making sure we’re the poster children you can brag about at the country club?” she all but yelled in her father’s face, watching his blue eyes going wide. “Do you wanna know why Jamie was taking Adderall? Because he was working 80 hours a week in a hospital where everyone knew he was your son. He knew every action he took, every misstep he made would come back to you. He was working in a place that anything less than perfect would be unacceptable. I’m surprised he didn’t snap!”

“All there you go again!” Frank scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I’m the big bad villain because I want my children to succeed. How awful of me.”

“Not a villain. Just an asshole!”

“Dalilah!” Alba’s voice was like a crack of a whip, making her stand to attention with a start. “You will not speak like that under my roof! Especially not to your father.”

Lilah pressed her lips together and crossed her arms over her chest. She hated how her mom always took her father’s side of things.

“No Alba. Let her speak,” Frank said with a sneer. “Maybe that way she can work out through these daddy issues of hers! Because that’s the only reason I can think of for her to crazy enough to date a man old enough to be her father!”

His words made Lilah stumble back and straight into Keanu’s strong chest. He steadied her with gentle hands on her shoulders and she looked up at him, catching the somber expression in his face. She wondered how much he heard.

“And you,” Frank continued, getting to his feet and walking towards Keanu. Lilah made sure to keep herself between both men just in case. “I’ve been trying to figure out if this is some kind of mid-life crisis or if you’re just a creep who prey on naïve young girls.”

“I’m not a fucking girl!” Lilah shouted, making her father gaze snap back at her. “I’m twenty-nine, dad! A damn adult! Completely capable of making my own decisions about who I date or what I want to do with my life!” she declared stepping up at him and Frank actually backed away. “And you don’t get to criticize anyone about dating younger women. Wasn’t mom 21 when you met her? While you were 36? Don’t you think you’re being a little hypocritical?”  She saw her father’s eyes narrowing and the way he swallowed hard as he glanced at his wife. He didn’t have an argument against that. “You don’t get to judge my choice in boyfriends and you certainly do not get to bully me into being ashamed of this.”

“Is that what I’m doing?” he snorted, arms crossed over his chest.

“It’s what you always do!” she pointed out. “Darling, don’t you think that skirt is a little too small? You don’t want boys to think you’re easy, do you?” she pitched her tone lower, mimicking her father’s voice. “Baby, I’m sure creative writing classes are interesting, but what are you gonna use that for? Be smart about what you spend your money on. Film school? Are you out of your mind? Grow up! You need a real career!”

She could see her father’s eyes widening as she threw his own words back at him. Lilah always wondered if he even noticed how much they hurt. From the corner her eye, she saw Alba staring at them, her expression just as horrified.

“Truth is I do have tons of daddy issues. Jamie too,” Lilah said, her voice returning to normal. “Because you spent all of our lives making us feel worthless unless we were doing exactly what you wanted. You made us feel like unless we were your perfect children, you would never love us. I became a nearly pathological people-pleaser and perfectionist, while Jamie kept pushing himself so hard he felt his only choice was to take drugs so he wouldn’t disappoint you. So, congratulations! You did a great job fucking up your kids.” Lilah turned her back on her father, heading towards the door. “Oh, not that you care because it’s not a career you’d approve, but I got in film school. Starting next year, I’ll be getting a master's degree in screenwriting.”

She walked out the door, without a second look to her parents, but she felt Keanu following her like a silent shadow all the way back to her bedroom. She felt weirdly numb after that shouting match. All the words that had been stuck on her chest for so long finally out there. She dropped on the edge of her bed, staring unseeingly at her own hands.

“Are you ok?” Keanu asked, tone soft and gentle. He was kneeling in front of her, trying to catch her gaze. “Talk to me, please.”

“I don’t know,” she finally replied with a shaky breath. “I think I went too far. I overreacted and…”

“Don’t do that,” Keanu asked, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “You have all the right to be upset. Always. It doesn’t matter the reason; doesn’t matter if they don’t understand it or if they wouldn’t react the same way. It doesn’t make your feelings any less valid, okay?”

And those words hit Lilah in a corner of her heart that had been shoving all the hurt and pain of having her feelings invalidated and reprehended by people who were supposed to love her unconditionally, including herself. Lilah swallowed around the lump on her throat and hugged him tightly, hiding her face in his chest. Keanu maneuvered her until she was sitting on his lap and pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head and mumbling soothing words as he held her through it all.

She didn’t know how long she stayed like that, but after a while, Lilah’s tears finally stopped flowing and she just stayed cuddled in Keanu’s lap, letting him embrace her, keep her safe, away from the harsh reality of her brother being in the hospital or the epic fight she just had with her father. In his arms, none of that existed.

“Can I ask something?” Keanu started, voice low and gentle and Lilah nodded against his chest. “You’re really gonna go? To NYFA, I mean?”

“Yeah,” she replied, looking up at him. “I got the money and you were right; it is my dream. I’m tired of pushing it aside.”

“I’m very happy for you,” he smiled wide, kissing her forehead and Lilah grinned, some of the tightness in her chest loosening a bit. “But just so you know, if you decided to take that job at Oxford, I’d be happy for you too. I just want you to do what is best for you.”

“I know,” she replied, meeting his lips for a kiss as relief washed over her. It was good to know that Keanu would be supportive of her choice either way. “Thank you.”

There was a short knock on her door and Lilah got up to open it. She found her mother outside, her eyes red and puffy, she had been crying just like Lilah herself had.

“I’m going to see you brother. Are you coming?”

“Yeah. Just give me a moment to change?”

Her mother nodded and stepped away, letting Lilah close the door. She turned to Keanu and he just gave her a soft, understanding smile, still on his spot on the floor.

“Go. You need some time alone with your mom.”

“Thank you,” Lilah sighed, bending down for one last kiss before quickly changing clothes and meeting her mother by the car.

Most of the drive to the hospital was made in awkward silence, her mother staring straight ahead, shoulders and arms tense almost like a statue as she drove.

“Mãe (mom)…” Lilah started once they pulled the car to a stop at the visitor’s parking lot of the hospital. She just couldn’t take the silence anymore. “Desculpa (I’m sorry).”

“Não, amor. Eu que deveria pedir desculpas. Eu nunca soube (No, darling. I should be the one to apologize. I never knew) …” Alba choked up in her words, tears springing in her eyes. “Eu nunca soube que você se sentia assim. Nós te amamos, não importa o que você faça ou quem você namore. Eu sei que seu pai às vezes age como se isso não fosse verdade, mas é. Eu prometo (I never knew you felt like this. We love you, no matter what you do or who you date. I know sometimes your father acts like that isn’t true, but it is. I promise).”

“Eu sei (I know),” Lilah sighed, rubbing her face. “Mas saber e sentir são coisas bens diferentes (but knowing and feeling are very different thins).” Alba sighed too and pulled her into a hug.

“Vai ficar tudo bem. Jamie vai ficar bem e nós vamos encontrar um jeito de consertar tudo isso. Todos nós. (It’s gonna be ok. Jamie is going to be fine and we’re gonna find a way to fix everything. All of us).”

As Lilah stepped out of the car, she really wished she could find a way to believe her mom, but after everything that had happened in the last couple of days, being ok seemed like a very distant reality. She kept quiet and followed Alba through the hospital and to the ICU room where Jamie was being kept for observation.

The sight of her brother all hooked into tubes and wires looking small and frail was so jarring it made her freeze at the door. Lilah had always seen Jamie as a force of nature, unstoppable to the point of being annoying at times. But right here, in that hospital bed, under the harsh lights of the room, he looked anything but that.

“You’re just gonna stand there?” he asked, voice low and raspy, surprising Lilah. She knew he was out of the respirator, but she hadn’t been aware he was already talking.

“No, of course not!” she walked in, standing by the side of his bed, unsure of what to do, where to touch. “How are you?”

“I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck,” he joked weakly, cracking a smile. Lilah snorted. Only Jamie would make such a terrible joke at such a time. “So, I hear you’ve got yourself a sugar daddy? Some famous old fart?”

“Seriously?” Lilah rolled her eyes, glancing at her mom, who just rolled her eyes too. “He’s neither an old fart or my sugar daddy. He’s just older and my boyfriend.”

“I wanna meet him. See if he’s good enough for you,” Jamie said, his eyes fluttering closed. Lilah could only imagine how much effort it took for him to stay awake to chat with them.

“You will. When you get out of here,” she said with a smile. “For now, just get better, ok?” Lilah pressed a kiss on his forehead and stepped outside to give Jamie and Alba a moment alone.

While she waited, Lilah emailed both NYFA, confirming she would be signing up in January, and Arthur Pierce, politely declining his offer. The action released what was left of the knot of doubt that had taken residence in her chest. Lilah was still terrified of course. It was a lot of changes in a short time. She had no idea where her life was going. But for the first time, she felt that, wherever it was heading, it was on her terms and no one else’s. Or so she hoped.

After visiting Jamie, they headed back home and Lilah made a beeline to her bedroom, expecting to find Keanu there, but to her surprise, the room was empty and his suitcase packed, ready to go. The sight of it made her smile fall. She knew he couldn’t stay, but she didn’t expect him to go so soon.

As she was coming down the stairs to search for Keanu, Lilah saw her father heading towards the kitchen. She went after him, knowing they needed to talk. She wasn’t gonna apologize for what she said, but she knew she had cut him deep and someone needed to take the first step.  

She followed him to the backyard, her heart hitting her throat when she saw Keanu was sitting outside, smoking. Her father loomed over him for a moment, but Keanu seemed unfazed as he looked up at the older man.

“Give me one of those,” Frank said, at last, taking a seat on the lawn chair next to Keanu’s. “It’s been ages since I’ve smoked.”

“Not a good habit to have when you’re a doctor,” Keanu commented, and Lilah thought she heard just a hint of tension as he handed one and the lighter.

“I googled you,” Frank said after he lit his cigarette and returned the lighter to Keanu. “Wanted to know what kind of man my daughter was dating.”

“What did you find?”

“You certainly have been dealt a shitty hand in life,” Frank said, and Keanu snorted.

“I guess that’s one way of putting it,” he said, glancing sideways at the older man.

“This isn’t just some random fling for you, is it?” Frank asked, meeting his gaze.

“I don’t just jump in flights to Miami for random flings, Dr. Bennett. I love your daughter very much,” Keanu replied, his tone almost matter-of-factly and Lilah’s heart lunged in her chest.

“So, you knew about this film school thing?”

“That she got in? yes. That was decided to go I learned at the same time you did.”

“Tell me honestly, can she make it?” Frank asked his tone almost pleading. “I know she thinks everything I do is to control her, but all I ever wanted was to keep her safe. She’s my baby girl. I’m afraid of what the world can do to her. How it can hurt her, break her spirit.”

“Dr. Bennett, I can’t tell you if she’ll make it or not. There’s no way to know,” Keanu started, shifting on his chair so he was facing the other man. “I will tell you this: your daughter is amazing. She’s smart and stubborn and she’s stronger than you think. Tougher than you think. Even if she doesn’t make it, she’ll be fine. It’s not like she doesn’t have a backup plan. Knowing her, she probably already has a backup for the backup.”

“Yeah, that sounds like my Lilah,” Frank said with a chuckle.

“Trust your daughter, Dr. Bennett. You and your wife raised an incredible woman,” Keanu said with a smile and Frank snorted, eyes downcast.

“Didn’t you hear? I screw her up.”

“Only if you hold onto that image of who you wanted your daughter to be, instead of seeing who your daughter is and can be. That woman? She’s breathtaking.”

As Keanu said that, he glanced over at Lilah, catching her soft smile and smiling too. Frank followed his gaze, noticing his daughter was there watching them, before looking back at Keanu with a chuckle.

“How long have you known she was standing there?”

“A while.” Keanu stood up and offered him a hand. “It was very nice to meet you, Dr. Bennett.”

“You too, Keanu.” Frank stood up too and shook his hand.

With one final nod, Keanu walked up to Lilah. He paused in front of her, hand on her cheek, just watching her. There was such a sadness in his gaze that she felt her chest tightening.

“I’ll give you two some privacy,” he said, pressing a kiss on her lips and walking away before Lilah could say anything else. She thought about following him, but there was another man in her life she needed to focus her attention on right now.

Lilah took the seat Keanu had vacated, hugging herself and keeping her eyes away from Frank. Part due to hurt. Part due to fear. She wasn’t sure what to expect just yet.

“He’s sneaky, that one,” Frank commented, stubbing the remains of his cigarette and Lilah nodded. “But wise and very much in love with you.”

“I’m very much in love with him too,” Lilah said, glancing at her father to gather his reaction but he just sighed.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Frank said, his voice breaking, eyes welling up. “I never wanted to hurt you I was just trying…”

“I know, dad,” Lilah sighed too, struggling to talk around the lump in her throat. “But Keanu’s right. You need to trust me, let me make my own choices. If I screw up, then I’ll face the consequences. That’s how life works.”

“I know,” he replied with a shaky breath. “If I could turn back the time…”

“We can’t,” Lilah interrupted, taking his hand and squeezing it slightly. “We can try to do better from now on.” Frank nodded, drying his eyes on his sleeves.  

“He’s right, you know?” he said with a soft smile. “You already are an incredible woman and I’m very proud of you.”

“Thanks, Dad,” she replied, letting him pull her into a hug.

Lilah knew this wound between them was far from healed, but they made steps in the right direction today and that was definitely something. She stayed wrapped in her dad’s embrace for a while longer before they both headed back inside. Frank stayed in the kitchen to help Alba, while Lilah headed to her room, finding Keanu sitting on her bed, all ready to go.

“How are things with your dad?” he asked before Lilah could even begin to speak.

“It’s… not good, but better, I guess,” she admitted, take a seat next to him and letting Keanu entwine their fingers together. “We’ll need to work on it. I need to work on it. Just another thing for the list.”

Lilah let out a long sigh. She didn’t even recognize her life at this point. Not after most of what she thought she was and wanted changed and Lilah didn’t even know if for better or worse just yet. Only time would tell. There was one thing Lilah knew, though.

“You can’t stay, can you?” she wasn’t just speaking about Miami.

“No,” Keanu sighed, voice so low Lilah barely heard it. “You’ll never be sure if you made these choices because of yourself or me if I stay.”

She let out a shaky, strangled breath, tears prickling her eyes again. She hated the fact that he was right. Would Lilah even have considered film school if she hadn’t met him? Would it even have been such a hard choice between NYFA and Oxford if Keanu wasn’t in her life? After everything, Lilah wanted to do this for herself and be sure she was doing it for herself.

“You know, if this was a rom-com, right now would be the part we make big declarations of love and kiss and everything would be magically alright,” Lilah pointed out, her tone a little bittersweet.

“This isn’t a rom-com,” Keanu replied, bringing her knuckles to his lips. “There’s no magic fix, Lil. Despite what The Beatles said, sometimes, love is not all you need.”

“I know,” her voice was cracking, tears making it hard for her to get the words out. “I don’t wanna do this.”

“Me either,” his own voice was rough and choked. When Lilah dared to look his way, Keanu had his head bent low, hair shielding his face. “But you’re figuring yourself, figuring your life and I’m afraid that if I stay, I’ll get in your way because I’ll want to help. Right now, if I could, I’d try to protect you from all harm. It took everything of me not to intervene when you were arguing with your parents. I still didn’t manage to stay out of it completely. I just wasn’t built that way. You need to know that it was all you. Your decisions, your mistakes, your wins… I can’t be part of it. Not yet anyway.”

“K…” her voice died as Lilah didn’t know what to say to that and Keanu let out a small snort, glancing her way, his eyes reddish.

“I like how you call me, K. Everyone else goes for Ke.”

“I’m not everyone else,” Lilah replied, and he smiled, that same sad smile from before.

“No. You’re not,” Keanu pulled her into his lap, hugging her tight, face buried on her neck. Lilah wrapped her arms around him just as tightly, nose in his hair, breathing in deep.

“What time is your flight?” she mumbled against his hair.

“In four hours,” he replied, and Lilah felt his warm breath tickling her skin.

“Can you stay until then?” She asked and Keanu tilted his head up, meeting her eyes.

“I’d like that,” he said, letting Lilah seal his lips with a kiss.

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ahhh it is embarrassing how my siblings find me in the most candid moments,, i'm just glad that the video didn't spread too far among my friends,, because i know for a fact that if it reached far enough, someone would end up posting it here!! at least they always threaten to do so... 😖💫 oh my, and morgy dear, you are one sly fox, don't think i missed where you called my existence "ethereal" in tags... you are way too sweet to me!! but really, the only thing ethereal here is you~ 💞 (2/9)

"i started watching playthroughs of the ace attorney games today (since i can't afford to buy any of them) and i really enjoy it so far!! i can't wait to watch more, and this coming week, i plan to set a day aside to watch more of our show 😉 (3/9)

ooh, something quite funny has happened today,, i put out this question on instagram asking if any of my friends want to go out for dinner with me sometime (since i was bored and i think it's a nice idea hehe) and now i have TONS of people saying yes!! oh gosh, it's quite crazy! i feel bad for it but i think i have to pic just a few people, since the amount of contenders is overwhelming,, ahhhh i do hope they'll take it well!! 😅 (4/9)

today was spent working,, tailoring clothes and cleaning the house to be exact,, it was all so tiring, and unfortunately i was the only one who was able to do it since everyone else was "busy",, mamma mia,, but i did end up having to do more food shopping today, and it started to storm super hard while i was out! i am scared of thunderstorms, so being out and about during one is truly a nightmare for me!! (5/9)

they are so beautiful but terrifying at the same time,, oh gosh, it was even worse since i was out by myself,, no one to latch onto for safety 😖 i think the thunderstorm may be related to a hurricane that is incoming towards my country,, it most likely won't hit as bad in the north (where i am) since the storms tend to die down and wash out in the atlantic by the time they reach here, so we'll probably just get more thunderstorms,, (6/9)

though in return, we get these awful storms that we call nor'easters, which are basically wintry hurricanes they are truly awful for me to live through since i do not do well with cold at all,, my friends and i actually got caught in one by accident last year, and we were stuck outside for 3 whole hours... ah that was such a scary situation!!!!we all ended up going to the hospital to get checked out since we were trapped for so long... (7/9)

everyone i know in person always talks about how we're "survivors", but i'm not sure if that's the right term to use... i guess it's the law of equivalent exchange? a hurricane for a nor'easter hehe ☁ speaking of storms, when the rain died down, i went to check on the bunnies,, and the poor cuties were soaked and shivering! i offered them my raincoat and umbrella to stay under, but i guess they were desperately cold, to the point where they cuddled up to me! (8/9)

i ended up laying there for half an hour, trying to warm the little bunbuns up,, and even though i came home shivering myself, i'm so happy that sacrificing my body heat was enough to help them!! 😊 oh my stars, i feel the tiredness hitting me, I guess that means sleepy time hehe! goodnight dolcezza, i'll see you tomorrow!! sending sweet dreams your way 💕 - love always, your adoring waifu 💋🌺💘💌🌠 ps: we must definitely go out to dinner together,, no if's and's or but's about it~! 😘 (9/9)"

Ok so before i say anything else tungle mighr have eaten the first part to ur letter and im boutta throw fists 🗿🗿🗿🗿 but either way i gotta say darling my eyes read over the words "sly fox" and i immediately c r e a s e d jhdusuxhdjs im only stating facts alright🤪🤪🤪 it wouldn't be the first time someone calls me sly but i take that as a compliment really👁️

And before we dive d e e p e r lemme tell u a lil secret....i myself did not buy the aa games so if u acc want to play em hmu👀👁️👀👁️

Ok so as for the storms thing i gotta say thats fuckin wild ur life really does sound like a move darling u know rhshxhd i do know its esp bad lately from another american friend of mine who told me that it also heavily rained in her area (she's on the east coast) so🗿🗿🗿 but ig u would be called survivors since technically u made it thru a natural disaster which is fuckin w i l d

Its nice to see that u were more productive again ofc (and also u warming those poor bunnies up? Icon 11/10 disney princess right fuckin here) but i gotta say once more idk how u do it....i'd be burning up the house when attempting to cook and shredding the clothes in less than a second🤡 my day was spent writing (smth non jojo related) then i went out and played football until my legs gave in and pain shot thru my entire body since my dumbass can go at it for h o u r s completely ignoring if i scrape some skin or shit like that just bc i wanna push thru and keep playing a h a

On another note, im p sure ur friends would all want to go out w u (i myself the most but shh) 👁️