#also nobody talk to me about the hands. i gave up fr fr

[unicorn-academy-brainrot]

as requested, sapphire dorm in their PJs!

omg i just noticed that isabels jersey is backwards cuz i flipped the canvas too many times LMAO but i thought she'd probably wear some old gym clothes, maybe she wears a scrunchie to bed too, so i put it on her wrist. and valentina's beauty routine starts with a good night sleep in some silky pjs and a giant mug of skyberry tea in the morning

layla is obviously getting some late night reading time and i thought it would be cute for her to have a silky bonnet too! rory's fit was heavily inspired by this meme that my friend sent me:

my friend said rory was a “honk shoo mimimi motherfucker” and they were so right

and here's the duo that we know and love, complete with mr glitterhooves. hope u guys like <3

[originalgenshinscenarios]

hi! gonna be kind of angsty but can you write shenhs x fem reader scenario in modern au where she meets the readers family for the first time and tjey are really homophobic so they are anxious but after getting to know her they end up liking her? or if too complicated how she would defend yn from homophobes or smth like that?? i hope this is okay and have a nice day!!!

I hope I did it well! I really didn't expect a prompt like that but it was definitely interesting to explore

ALSO FUCK HOYO GIVE ME HER RERUN!!! I'd sooner finish the crossover chapter than we will get her rerun fr.

[modern AU] Shenhe meeting S/O's family

Reader here is female

Cw: homophobia

Shenhe never understood why you'd be anxious about her meeting your parents. After all everything went so well with her mom she didn't think there could be a problem.

Truth is, you never told your family about dating a woman, and you had no clue how they'd react.

Now that you think about it maybe it would've been better if you told your parents about it... At least you would've known where you stand instead of worrying about their reaction.

At least you could've cancelled it before it was too late.

Still, there was no use getting worried about it now. You were on your way and felt beyond anxious.

Noticing that, Shenhe held your hand in attempt to comfort you. It wasn't exactly helping in of itself, but it's the thought that counts.

When the big reveal came you felt awful when you saw the look of disapproval on your parents' faces. Nobody said a thing, but you knew already that they're going to talk later.

The atmosphere was hostile, they were being passive aggressive- honestly you'd prefer if they just kicked you out on the spot but for some twisted reason they kept it going.

Shenhe chose to ignore their provocations and despite everything she managed to turn the conversation quite well...

You were actually impressed on how her blunt nature fixed the hostility. What you thought will be a nightmare turned into a pleasant evening.

Of course Shenhe somehow having a pleasant conversation with your parents didn't automatically mean they accepted you being with a woman. Before you left they had a little chat with you about that and they made it clear that they still don't approve of you.

You avoided the topic altogether with them, ignoring whatever they were trying to stir between you and her. You pretended like she didn't exist- rather than she was a friend whenever your family wanted to bait you into talking about her.

That gave them hope that you broke up. But you didn't. And one time as you mentioned it to Shenhe's mom, Xianyun was furious.

She wished to go to your parents herself and give them a piece of her mind. But, she didn't do that.

Instead she had a talk with her daughter. She believed it wasn't an issue she should get involved in (yet.) and that it was up to Shenhe to make things right.

But before she even attempted to even think about her mother's elaborate plan she talked to you. Basically asking about how you feel about all this.

It was a bit awkward conversation, but one important to be had. She knew now just how much your parents' behavior hurt you, and she wasn't going to let that continue.

Without your knowledge she talked to them herself. She was determined and stood her ground for the both of you. And... She was as convincing as she was threatening.

Did it make your parents accept it? For now, absolutely not. But at the very least you wouldn't have to worry about their comments or subtle requests that you change yourself.

Maybe one day, things will change and your relationship with your parents will get better, no matter what though you absolutely can count on Shenhe whenever you need her.

~Mod Lisa

[spooky-bunnys]

haiii!! i love your writing so much. And this is my first time requesting ♡ hear me out but the thought of baji having a tall af omega male reader and having toman meet him for the first time?!!! imagine their faces HAHAHAAHHA they would be so flabbergasted seeing thee male reader who is really shy and he was so scared to meet the gang, he tried his best to hide behind baji he's gonna look like a golden retriever hiding behind a poodle fr— at first the gang was kinda skeptical and tried questioning male reader lots of stuff thinking that he was also an alpha THEN BAJI SIGHS AND EXPLAINS THAT HIS MATE IS AN OMEGA HES JUST VV TALL AND CUTE and then and then male reader shyly presents the gang his baked cookies and as the gang immediately kicks off baji like "this cookie is heavenly come get this dummy out of here and marry him rn and adopt us please."

I had to keep rewriting this cause I kept going off track lmao. Enjoy!

When Baji told Toman, he had a surprise, many were hesitant. Sentences with Baji and surprise together was never good. But it wasn't until they had asked Chifuyu, if he knew what the surprise was.

"Eh! Baji is bringing his Omega!" Nobody could believe it. Baji met his Omega? How did he even meet the Omega? Wait-why was Baji the first one to get an Omega?

Toman by now we're arguing over whether or not, Baji was telling the truth about actually having an Omega. Nobody was believing it. Baji the guy who fights almost everyone he meets. He has an Omega? Yeah, sure.

It wasn't too much longer, when they heard Baji's bike. Now, when Toman saw who was on the back of Baji's bike. There was one thing, everyone thought. "There's no way that's an Omega."

On the bike was Tomans first division captain, and a really tall fucking dude. Like this guy was taller then Draken kinda tall. Even if he looked soft and sweet after taking off the helmet he was made to wear. He still didn't look like an Omega.

With Baji though, things were tough. "Come on (Name)! It's time you meet the gang!" (Name) just nervously looked around and shook his head. "A-Alpha I c-changed my mind. I-I can't do this!" The poor Omega was practically trembling.

He could not only feel the judging eyes, but the scents were so strong! It was like they were pumping out their pheromones, on purpose! It was hurting his nose. Baji just gave (Name) a small smile and softly grabbed his hand. "Alpha is here for you."

(Name) felt his heart swell. His Alpha was amazing in so many ways. (Name) gave Baji's hand a squeeze. "O-Okay Alpha." Baji grinned widely and helped the Omega off he bike.

When (Name) got a look at the Toman members, he felt like he couldn't breathe. They were glaring, and looking him up and down. The Alpha with the cold dark eyes started talking first. "Baji, who is that?"

Baji puffed his chest out in pride. "This is my Omega (Name)!" Baji tried showing (Name) off, but the Omega immediately hid behind his Alpha. As Baji tried to coax (Name) out others watched.

"Does anyone else see a two dogs instead of Baji and (Name)?" Many hums were heard. Then there was a snort. "A poodle for Baji cause of his long curly hair, and a golden retriever for the other one because he's trying and failing to hide behind him."

Draken smacked the back of Mikey's head. "Ow! Ken-chin!" Everyone just rolled their eyes and ignored the arguing commanders. They were more interested in this "Omega".

Baji had finally gotten (Name) out from behind him, but before (Name) could even say anything. The interrogation began. Many asked him how they met, or what his sent was. But the one that broke his heart. The one that made him freeze up.

"Are you actually an Omega and not an Alpha?" (Name) flinched and Baji tensed. He looked and saw a male, with beautiful long light hair and a black mask. That made everyone go quiet. They all stared at him. Waiting for him to answer.

(Name) replied with a soft yes and looked away. He sweet (scent) then turned sour. Startling many surrounding them, but not Baji. Oh no. He was pissed. "Sanzu! How dare you ask him that!"

Baji marched forward to grab the masked male, but he felt a tug on the back of his shirt. It was (Name) signaling him to just leave it. Baji growled glaring hatefully at Sanzu. "He may be tall! But he's still my sweet, and adorable Omega!"

The others were quiet. Until (Name) softly spoke up. "I-I um." He played with Baji's hand and pulled his bag off his back. "S-Snacks?" He held the bag up slightly. Baji shook his head and grumbled.

Mikey snatched the bag from (Name), and quickly opened it. (Name) jumped slightly not expecting that reaction. Baji and Draken had practically barked at the sorter male. "Oi Mikey! It's not polite to snatch stuff!"

"Eh? But he said there was snacks! I'm hungry Ken-chin." Mikey pulled out a container containing multiple treats. Including-"DORAYUKI!" Mikey immediately stuffed one in his mouth and went for another one.

Baji quickly snatched the container back and growled. "They're for everyone nt just you! He worked very hard on these." Baji held out the container for the others. "My Omega worked hard to make these for you guys. Be grateful."

Everyone took one bite then froze. These were so fucking good! (Name) smiled brightly seeing everyone enjoy the treats. Baji puffed out his chest. Proud that his Omega was a good cook.

That was until Baji was practically thrown away from his Omega. Toman surrounding the taller male. (Name) jumped and started freaking out. "Oi! (Name)-chin! Hurry up and marry Baji so you can adopt us!" (Name) paled and started stuttering badly.

Trying to politely escape the crowd. Baji having enough and seeing his Omega panicking practically fought the crowd and stood his ground in front of him. "OI! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE HIM HAVE A PANIC ATTACK! IF YOU DO I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!"

He then pulled (Name) down and quickly covered his face in kisses. Scenting him while glaring at the others, who slowly back up. Knowing if they were too close, Baji would actually kill them.

After (Name) calmed down, he finally turned back to Toman and slightly bowed. "I-I'm sorry but w-we're not getting m-married just yet." The Toman members grumbled. Then Baji smirked. "We might next year." (Name) blushed and lightly smack the Alpha's shoulder.

[beanghostprincess]

zolu or frobin for the ship thing!!

YAY I THOUGHT NOBODY WOULD ASK ME ANYTHING NGL AUIBFJKASFDFBFASBFJK

zolu: they make me mentally, physically, and spiritually ill. they're one of my favorite ships if not my favorite ship of all one piece. actually heavily surprised they aren't more popular, but i'm glad opla is kind of changing that. anyway- i've been shipping them since day 1. zoro's devotion to luffy is something i will never get tired of. the fact that he does not believe in any god canonically but the way he follows luffy is so easy to compare to religious imagery makes me weak in the knees and wanting to curl up and cry. zoro is luffy's anchor and the one that guides him when he's lost, and luffy is the one that saved zoro from a life of loneliness and gave him the chance to follow a dream he would have never fulfilled if he had continued on his own. luffy is, kind of literally, his sun. and i'm not even talking about moon/sun dynamics. i don't even consider them to be that specific trope. luffy is literally his sun and god and best friend and boyfriend and captain and everything. if you ask zoro what is luffy for him? his everything. that silly rubber guy? his captain. his sun. his moon. his stars. his dream. also!!! people never talk about luffy's pov when it comes to zolu, and it makes me so so so mad!!!! because his perception of zoro is so beautiful. luffy trusts him with his whole soul and would leave the crew on his bare hands if he needed to. zoro's his first mate. that's a captain's heart, man. luffy might be the captain but he's emotional and irrational, and he listens to what zoro has to say. their silent communication makes me want to bang my head against the concrete floor. luffy relies on him and zoro lets his guard down when it comes to luffy. they're so in love, whether you see it romantically or platonically... i love that they're so clingy and silly and so so so powerful together. if something happened to the other their worlds would literally be completely ruined. their love literally goes beyond romantic and platonic. they're the perfect definition of queer platonic. honestly, i'm not fond of luffy in sexual situations but when it comes to zolu it's just so easy to picture them being so so intimate... i'm gonna cry writing this they're so dear to me.

frobin: i want them to adopt me so damn much. my parents. mom and dad. i usually hate it when people use family labels when it comes to found family, because the point of found family is that they're not a conventional family but they love each other even more deeply than a blood related one does. however, this is my exception because i really really really think they give married vibes and i want them as my parents. their dynamic is so good!! perhaps it's just the fact that their arcs are basically the same one and they're the main characters of water 7/enies lobby (along with our dear god usopp. shout out to my boyfriend out there!!) but their backstories and dynamic are sooooo satisfactory and angsty and domestic to watch (yes, all at the same time). robin's personality is gentle and sweet but also kind of dark and satiric, with a lot of pain behind from her past. franky, on the other hand, is a big, funny, eccentric and extremely adorable guy with an emotional touch and a lot of energy. at first it's just "big funny guy x sweet gentle girl" but in reality is "big funny guy that always takes care of everyone with a smile on his face and is extremely protective of the one he loves x sweet gentle girl that is learning how to enjoy life and will protect her new family at all costs". it's not just the angst and hurt/comfort of it all, though! i love the fact that she's satiric and dark and he's just- he's just fucking scared of her sometimes. and tbh if you're not scared of your hot, goth, intelligent wife, what's the point? you know that meme of will smith showing off his wife? that's literally them. robin does anything and he's there supporting her. franky does anything and she's there saying "that idiot right there is my husband *tiny giggle*". anyway, basically they're very gentle and domestic and i wish my parents loved me the way they would please please franky and robin kiss get married and then adopt me plea-

TL;TR: i love both ships a lot! 10/10 <3

[dilfhos]

sooo this is gonna be a messy rant on the observations ive made between different writer communities, blog interactions and overall “status”. just silly little things I’ve noticed in my 4+ years being on tumblr btwn 2 diff blogs. and this is about no one specific, a very generalized post so if you find urself offended i honestly dont know what to tell you?? :o do better ig. & if you relate, i feel for you. TLDR @/end.

i dont like interacting/ building connections with people but not for the reasons ppl think. im not stuck up or pretentious or weird or anything. just another anime-enjoyer who loves to write in her free time. nobody special by a longshot!! i enjoy writing, always have since before i was a teen. (wasn’t always ff tho!).

but over the years ive just noticed fandom writing has its gritty sides that no one talks about often and its no mystery why so many prolific/ popular writers deactivated, me included. i had some shitty experiences and have seen friends go bc of it.

firstly, I’ve noticed, once you start interacting and building friendships with people, it’s easier to see the bigger perspective of where ppl stand and the blatant hierarchy of friendships and groups. same applies to that outside. like its literally just me n’ my bsf then my acquaintances bc mfs be weirddd omg its like cults or something. like thats why initially I didn’t interact w/anyone starting on my new blog. that n’ fear of drama following from my last blog ugh. ‘Cept the few i’ve met on my old blog (like my wifey)

not to mention i have bad anxiety. and sometimes im cue-deaf. i dont always pick up what people put down and vice versa and it makes me conscious in a lot of my interactions. so a part of me doesn’t want to interact at all to avoid all awkwardness and possible miscommunications. that’s not to say i don’t notice subtle changes in interactions after one situation / conversation or so forth, that in myself or witnessed between other ppl. (im perceptive, just not that good conversationalist lol. like i really have to try.)

but then…if you don’t interact with people on here, your chances of building an audience or a reader base is slim to none. the likelihood of developing relationships is zip. because you’re already perceived and pegged as just another tumblr writer. pause. to clarify, a writer who doesn’t want any recognition or interactions from mutuals or new friends. or just a lonely writer? a introverted, lonely writer. which leads to little to none interactions (anons, reblogs, moots —exposure.)

so then its like you’re kinda placed btwn a rock n a hard place. and there’s absolutely no problem with that! in fact this is the best part—meeting friends and like-minded people! people that make being online all the more worth it right? thirsting over fictional characters and sharing in each other’s works!

but you have to be in specific circles it seems. but then you can’t imply that you want to be in those circles bc then you’re desperate.

but well, then you cant purposefully want to be independent or be on your own or else you’re a hater, hypocrite or stuck up. not to mention, no one will reblog your stuff lol. no one will interact fr, and you’re friendless essentially. and god forbid if you disagree on something as if opinions don’t exist btw! then you’re being ganged up on. (like omg grow up!)

but then if you reach out you’re seen as trying to wedge in or kiss ass? you interact and follow and you’re ignored or left hanging? (bc im gonna touch your hand when i say this—it never gave fan, your majesty of horny nerds) and this is about ALL the writing communities and fandoms—spicy content, black content and dark content. ALL.

yet no one wants to talk about the pregnant elephant in the room—bias. and favoritism. also people seem to have a hard time being direct with how they’re feeling toward/about someone ( in a good or bad way) which in turn leads to a lot of miscommunication and subliminal attacks. (not to mention hate anons? one of my moots just had her inbox flooded w/them recently, ew.)

you can lead a horse to water AND you can write a 500-word essay on the observations made on tumblr writers as a whole. (a long ass post on the truth on behalf of those feeling this too)

also, slapping a HEY LOOK AT ME! IM A WRITER WHO WANTS INTERACTION AND FRIENDS! on a blog is frankly embarrassing. it shouldn’t even take all that seeing how easy it is for others wanting the same thing.

or doing less to achieve the same result.

not to mention, yall shit on ppl who essentially feel this way altogether bc you peg them as sb who doesn’t “try” or just jealous when their own works are phenomenally written themselves. ive seen it. and ive lived it. never gave jealousy baby.

at the end of the day, we’re all writers— either longterm or hobbyists. (personally, im longterm) self-indulgent or not! and its absolutely amazing when people are being fair in how they spread love and feedback to their writers.

Secondly, its not news that people have to want to reblog your fics so that their followers can reblog, so they can reblog, and their followers can reblog and so forth. but ppl honestly dont care atp bc once they’ve already read it, they owe you nothing. and apparently asking for reblogs is crass and bold. (imma do it anyway) but putting your very all into a story just to turn and see a half-thought out hc soaring 3k in 2hrs and 5k in a day — you have to stfu, open your ass and take it. keep it cute!

you’re getting fucked after all!!

because if you complain—you’re just jealous and lazy and uncreative!! and i hate that to seem like a writer worth a damn, you have to change up your writing style every two weeks to fit in with trending waves.

“no more poetic long fics, nobody’s into that! short, snappy slutty shots are all the rage!” “ppl are only into these specific tropes but you can’t exceed 2k words!” “only add trending characters to these hcs! ppl love them only!” “don’t write too much about a specific character or else ill unfollow you!” its exhausting.

i am well within my right as a literary artist to desire more feedback and interaction on anything i put out. period. and you are too! 🫵

God, im tired of that stupid, ‘you have to enjoy your writing for yourself and not worry about notes’ line. i do love my writing! don’t get me wrong there’s nobody id rather write like if not myself fr. not to mention the inspiration i draw from famous literary authors. however, i would love feedback and the same energy that i see with others in my same caliber.

and when i see others that didn’t even try fr—its a slap in the face to put it bluntly.

i can want silly little comments and notes about something i cherish and put out for that reason and yall aren’t gonna make me feel bad about it. sorry! like yall really be making people feel shitty for wanting the same type of interactions you get! especially when its harmless, bye asf. nb want to recipe to ur peach cobbler b!

the only one giving push back are those appointed popular /top blogs n’ cliques tho. now personally, i honestly dgaf if you have 20 followers or 25k, writing is writing and if its good you should want to support it regardless of following count/interaction right?

unfortunately, and quite unsurprisingly its not the case for the rest of this hellhole lol. there’s always gonna be some “big blog” in any part of tumblr or any social media for that matter.

but when the sole purpose being on a site like tumblr to write is mainly exposure, then it just makes it ten times worse especially if it seems that these blogs are steady at the top of every. single. tag. and listen, i know how initially stupid that sounds but when you’ve picked up on patterns for as long as i have, well iykyk.

so imma be real bc no one else will, half of the posts that yall see with 25k notes have alr been done. just different characters, different words, different dialogue. And 8/10 its been done by sb who only received 100 notes. Thats the evil part. whats more is that it lacks the creativity the one post with 100-300 notes is filled with completely.

POP QUIZ! what post would readers be more inclined to read? — one that says 10k (ohhh that must be popular!) or the one with only 150 (oh i guess nb really liked that one) that no one is even willing to reblog for MORE. and BOOM. now yall wonder why so many great writers LEAVE, its a fucking joke.

so unfortunately its no longer only about or only on readers anymore. its about who you know and who you know is willing to support your fr. who is willing to REBLOG your fics for their friends and followers, so that their friends and followers can reblog. to fit in you actually have to get in these days and it makes it all less enjoyable. makes it a chore and if you aren’t ‘doing it right’ ultimately it makes you feel shitty about your writing. (Please don’t, you are doing amazing. its the platform.)

it makes people not want to jump into writing. it pushes away those who actually want to join writing communities and meet people without feeling like they have to jump thru hoops to thrive or worse—live in other ppls shadows. and then it deters those from speaking up in fear of being shut down by bigger groups. ive seen it happen time and time again.

lastly, and this is the juiciest part! you absolutely cannot say anything about any of this bc you’re complaining and a fisher just looking for attention and not someone who just want things to be fair all over. play the game, right? ( wrong. and if this is your logic, you suck! )

its no longer about making flashy banners and pretty themes. its no longer about how many clever directory links you add or how many games you initiate on your blog or whether or not you’ve reblogged your fic three times already. its about your “friends”, other mutuals, and blogs willing to support you too. not just the audience. audience gonna do what they want regardless. reblog, don’t reblog, whatever. “at least ive read it right?” but everyone knows this. duh! but it’s obvious who doesn’t care as long as they’re on top of that tag! its admirable in a way but it sucks for those wanting to break out and build some kind of readerbase and/or make friends.

TLDR; people need to stop being bias and be fair and open lol. stop picking favorites and share the love all around. you see another person writing your favorite character or trope, give them a fucking chance and reblog, regardless if they’re in your ‘circle’ / radar or not. regardless if you know them or not. hell, let them put you on to a new fandom. bc writing is writing and making new moots and finding new fics seem to be what everyone loves to showcase until its time to actually do it. no wonder people get discouraged to make friends and write, yall treat it like some kind of secret society when its supposed to be fun💀 not a competition. (yall need to dead this clique-y shit. )

[uceyliyahh]

UNDER YOUR TOUCH

Summary: After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 4623

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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21.

JEY The sun was shining through my curtain at ten thirty in the morning, and the birds were chirping. Tiana was soundly sleeping on my chest as I looked down at her. Her stomach was exposed when I peered under the blanket. I put my hand over it and felt Gigi's kicks, which made Tiana move while she slept. The baby shower was today, so the guys and I had to go up to the venue and make sure everything was ready by pulling out the tables and decorating them. To avoid waking Tiana, I gently shifted her on the opposite side of the pillow.

Pulling the blankets over her body, I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind me as I turned on the sink and washed my face before getting into the shower.

✧.* While Tiana was still asleep, I went downstairs to prepare breakfast after taking a shower. As I was doing so, I noticed that Jon had texted the group chat. Twin📌 sent a message to the group chat.

IMESSAGE 💬 Twin📌: Yo, what time do we need to be there to get things set up? Jey: the baby shower starts around 3:30pm so we need to be there around like 1 to get everything done before the guest start rolling up. Montez: ight I'll probably be there early Jey: yall know what the theme is right? Twin📌: White and Pink Montez: got my outfit on probably looking better than yall fr fr Jey: Mane gtfo 😭😭 Montez: haterrrrr alert

I chuckled at the message as I continued to cook me and Tiana some breakfast today I was making our favorite breakfast that she normally makes for us it was avocado toast with scrambled eggs.

Meanwhile I heard footsteps coming down the steps without paying attention I felt two pair of hands wrapped around my waist, when I turned my head I saw Tiana behind me looking sleepy still.

She rubbed her eyes as she began opening them looking into my features more as I was doing the same with her.

"Good morning princess." I said as she gave me a faint smile.

"Morning bubba what'chu making?" she asked peeking at the stove.

"I'm making our favorite breakfast that you normally make." She knew what I was talking about while smiling.

As she walked to the living room, settled herself on the couch, grabbed the remote next to her, and turned on something, I leaned forward to kiss her on the lips.

Despite her height, she had a cute belly bump. When I finished preparing breakfast, I carried our plates into the living room and set them on the table while Tiana sat up and grabbed one.

As we watched TV together, we started eating breakfast. I knew that Tiana felt some relief because she was resting her legs on my lap, just like she had done the night before, while I massaged her feet. Kehlani's text message from a new number lit up my phone once more, but I chose to ignore it because I didn't have time to deal with her nonsense when she could be crying to her jailed new boyfriend instead of bothering me.

Kehlani🙄 sent a message IMESSAGE 💬

Kehlani🙄: I will show up to that baby shower and embarrass the fuck out of you.

After Tiana and I finished our breakfast, I picked up both of our plates and placed them in the dishwasher before going back to cuddle with Tiana. I slithered my hand down her baby bump, feeling Gianna's kicks as I rubbed it in circles.

'She's a fast kicker huh?'

We enjoyed watching whatever show she had on television; Tiana turned her head making eye contact with me.

"What's up mama?" I asks her.

"When are you and guys leaving? Because you know that I have to get ready to the beauty salon to get my hair done." Tiana said.

At that moment, I reached into my pocket and took out my wallet, giving her my black card. As usual, her face became slightly confused when I gave her my card.

"Babe we go through this every single time, no back talks I told you; you deserve it all mama." She nodded her head while grabbing my black card from my hands placing it on the table.

"But to answer your question me and the guys are going to leaving around one so that way we can have everything together when the guest come."

"Good, now I can be extra prepared for our baby shower." I placed a soft kiss on her lips while putting my focus onto the TV.

✧.* TIANA I was at the beauty salon with Bianca, Emma, Trinity, and Stacy, getting our hair done for the baby shower, since Jey had gone to meet up with the guys at the venue. Before I noticed my phone buzzing from my purse, we were all chit-chatting and gossiping like typical women. I took it out of my purse and saw a number I didn't recognize, so I chose to ignore it and kept talking to the girls.

"So, Tiana how are you feeling about your baby shower?" Stacy asks.

"If I'm being honest with y'all I am nervous as fuck right now you know I feel like anything could happen." I replied as they all looked at me with concern in their eyes.

"Why Tink? Shouldn't you be happy about this?"

Although I was obviously happy that this was happening, I had a gut feeling that things wouldn't work out because Jey's ex-girlfriend was still out there. I just thought she might show up and start some shit.

"I am happy about this, but I have a bad feeling about it too." I didn't really need all the drama towards my way because it'll just harm the baby, and I refuse to let that happen if this bitch decides to show up at MY damn baby shower.

They understood what I meant by the gut feeling that I was having about it. "Hey, if shawty ass wanna show up and show out in front of everyone then we will give her ass a show just for you." That made me smile knowing that my girls had my back throughout whatever.

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My phone started to buzz again with the same phone number I decided to answer the call to see who it was.

OTP "This is from the county jail please press one to answer the call."

His voice, which is still haunting me after everything he has done to me, came to me as soon as I pressed the number.

Malakai: Hey, mamas I see that you finally decided to answer. Tiana: the fuck do you want? And why are you calling me? Malakai: well a little birdie told me that you're pregnant now by that lame ass dude you're with. Tiana: that bitch Kehlani... Malakai: your engage too? Man I wish that could've been us tink but yo' ass decided to put me in this jail cell. Tiana: nigga you know why you're in that fucking jail cell for a reason you piece of shit. Malakai: is he that better than me? Tiana: yes, Jey is way more better than you he treats me with respect unlike yo' ass so please leave me the fuck alone. Malakai: all I can say is have fun at yo' baby shower tink I love you... Tiana: fuck you...

CALLED ENDED.

I put my phone back in my purse as I felt my anxiety rising. I didn't need to be feeling this way at the moment, especially since it could be harmful to the unborn child during pregnancy. Bianca approached me with a worried expression on her face as she noticed that I was shaky a little.

"Bestie what happened?" She asks.

"K-Kai, he just called me from the county jail...I'm scared B like really scared." I confessed while rubbing my hands on my knees.

She held my hands into hers trying to calm me down, "take deep breaths Tiana okay? We are here for you now what did he say?" I sighed deeply telling her what was said during the call that's when Trinity and them all came up on us trying to see what was happening.

Bianca had to fill them in on the situation they were shocked to say the least but also pissed that he wanted to make threats while being in that damn jail cell of his.

"Girl, we gotta warn the guys about this because I feel like some shit is going to be messy and I don't want Tiana apart of it." Emma stated as we all agreed with her I grabbed my phone and began texting Jey.

IMESSAGE 💬 Mamas🩷: bubba? ZaddyJey🤍: yeah? What's up baby? Mamas🩷: there's an issue like a serious issue ZaddyJey🤍: elaborate for me mama? Mamas🩷: I have a bad feeling about this baby shower, I feel like something is going to happen ZaddyJey🤍: I'm confused wym baby? Mamas🩷: Malakai just called me from the county jail... ZaddyJey🤍: ....what? Mamas🩷: yeah, and he said that I hope I'll have fun at my baby shower so I'm scared Josh 😓 ZaddyJey🤍: mamas don't stress yourself out okay? It's not good for Gigi we will make sure nothing doesn't go down ight? Mamas🩷: kk ZaddyJey🤍: I love you ight? I'll see you when you get here♥️ Mamas🩷: I love you too.

I was relieved to know that Jey would always and forever protect me, especially for Gigi's sake, as I had no idea what would happen at this baby shower.

✧.* I went over Trinity and Jon's house along with the rest of the girls show they can see what dress I was going to be wearing for my baby shower.

It was a nice white dress that was tied up into the back along with me wearing my white sandals to match the dress since I couldn't wear heels might break an ankle in that bitch.

When I came downstairs, they all looked at me with a smile. "Oh, my goodness girl this dress is cute I know Josh is going to be all over that." I chuckled at Bianca's comment knowing that it's very likely that he will be all over me.

I took out my phone, turned on the camera, and checked myself out. Damn, I looked good for today. I checked the time and saw that it was two-thirty, so we all grabbed our purses and keys and left for the baby shower location. Since I'm pregnant and concerned about Gianna's health, I was unable to hit a blunt at this time, but trust me—once I have this baby, it will be over. Emma and Stacy were in the car with me as we were vibbing out to Ariana the boy is mine. He truly is mine, so I was singing the fuck out of the lyrics.

"Something about him is made for somebody like meeee baby come over, come over." I sang my heart out as the girls laughed at me.

"Girl you're so funny we know Jey is yours." Stacy commented.

"Y'all just don't understand for real."

As we continued to vibe out to the music the song had paused seeing that Bianca was calling me that's when I answered her call.

OTP Tiana: B? What's up? Breezy: so I just got informed by Josh that Kehlani is going to be pulling up at the baby shower. Tiana: what? Breezy: yeah, he told me he just seen her text message about coming up there to embarrass him in front of everybody Tiana: this bitch...no wonder why Kai said allat Breezy: be prepared that's all I'm going to say hopefully we could drag her ass out of there before shit gets messy and ion want that for my niece Tiana: I understand you 100% I don't want that either for Gianna. Breezy: how far are yall right now? Tiana: we are like ten minutes away from the venue. Breezy: ight we will see yall there.

CALLED ENDED.

I let out a long sigh as I drove to the location. I couldn't believe this bitch, but Kehlani has been a pain in my ass ever since I started dating Jey. I don't blame him, and it's not his fault that he no longer wants her.

"Don't worry T we got your back if shit hits the fan." Emma responded as I nodded my head.

When we eventually arrived, we noticed that some of the guests had arrived early. Jey's parents and his cousins' car was parked in the lot. I texted Jey to let him know that I had arrived. As we entered the building, the staff advised us to continue straight ahead and turn left, which is when the venue would be visible.

Following their directions, we proceeded straight ahead while taking in the surroundings. As we were moving down the corridor, I noticed Jon and Montez standing outside the door, seemingly waiting for us.

As we approached them, I called out their names to get their attention. Jon and Montez hugged me, and they did the same with Stacy and Emma.

"My brother is going to be all over you when he sees you." Jonathan said as I punched him in his arm.

He threw his hands up in defense, "what? I'm just saying I mean that's how you got knocked up in the first place." I rolled my eyes at him giving him the finger before walking inside.

To be honest, the guys really put their best foot forward in this room, and it looked stunning with all of the pink and white decorations. My gaze strayed to Jey, who was chatting with his cousin when he noticed me entering the building and surveying the surroundings. Jey had come over to me and put his hands around my baby bump while kissing my cheek.

"Hi, my gorgeous baby you look so stunning right now." Jey said softly.

"Why thank you bubba, you look very handsome yourself matching the theme of course." I replied as he gave me a kiss on the lips.

"Let's go sit you down so you won't have to be on your feet that much." I nodded my head as I followed him towards my table yes I had my own table while everyone had their own individual tables.

As I sat in my chair and watched everyone enter, I noticed his parents approaching me. I got up from my table and went over to give them both hugs.

"I just want to say welcome to the family Tiana I'm so glad that my son has found someone he truly loves." Rikishi said.

"Thank you father-in-law."

"How's the little one in there? I know she is circling around in your belly may I feel?" Mama Talisua said as I nodded my head giving her permission to feel my belly.

That's when I felt Gianna's kicking me as his mother's face softened when she felt her kicks. "She's an active little one in there huh?" I chuckled at her statement agreeing with her.

"Yeah, she is got me tossing and turning at night." I said while his mother laughed.

I noticed Jey approaching me as he sat down beside me after chatting with his parents and cousin.

"How are you feeling mama?" Jey asks while rubbing his hand against my thigh.

"I'm feeling a little bit better I'm just still worried about Kehlani showing up." I said fiddling with my fingers.

He took hold of my chin, causing me to gaze up at him and appreciate his features. How am I so fortunate? He always looks good.

"I promise she's not going to show up as long as I'm here. I don't care if Montez or Jon have to drag her ass out; she won't step foot in here, okay?" I just love how he would always reassure me that even when things are going bad, he's always there to make me feel better about the situation.

Seeing his gooey smile, I nodded my head as he kissed me and said, "You know I got'chu mamas." I felt my face flush as I rolled my eyes at him.

We all began playing a game called "Measuring My Belly," in which the winner would receive a prize. We had a lot of those.

I stood in the center as everyone took turns measuring my belly; even the little kids joined in, which made me chuckle a little.

Once the last person finished measuring, I returned to my table while they announced the winner of the game. I was certain it was Trinity, and they really went all out for the prizes. I handed her the prize in a cute little bag.

"Ouuu girl what's in here?" Trinity asks.

"I am not spilling what's in there, so you gone have to look Trin." I said as she rolled her eyes at me, smiling.

✧.*

After everyone played the games and won some prizes, even the guys who weren't very good at them, Jey's mom began preparing plates for everyone to ensure they had something to eat. She was such a wonderful mom, and Jey was really fortunate to have her.

Jey didn't want me to be on my feet, so he asked his mom to make me a plate since I was eating for two. While I was scrolling through my social media, noticing all the likes on my story from a few hours ago, I sensed someone approaching. When I looked up, I saw Jey coming toward me with two plates in his hands.

He placed one of them on the table and pulled a chair over towards me. I know he was getting sick of being around his cousins and brothers.

"Getting tired of sitting next to your cousins and brothers?" I asked as he looked at me, stuffing his face.

He grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth before he could say anything, which made me chuckle. He was so silly.

"Hell yeah, girl, Montez is such a damn yapper." He replied.

"I mean he is, but that's good though." Jey rolled his eyes at me as we continued to eat our food together.

As we were doing that, I heard some commotion coming from outside that caught our attention. When I turned my head, seeing outside the window, that bitch Kehlani was here starting shit along with her little minions.

That's when I saw Jey getting up from his seat, along with Bianca and Trinity, looking at me and telling me that they had it.

I could hear her screaming from the top of her lungs, "Bring out that bitch Tiana! I will kill her and that damn baby!" When I heard that, it made me get up until I felt Jey pulling me by the arm and shaking his head.

"Mama, sit down. Don't do it. Let me and the girls handle this, okay?" Jey said while he gave me a warning expression. I obeyed him, sitting down in my chair, seeing him signaling the girls to follow him.

JEY We went outside and saw Kehlani and her little minions standing together, arms crossed around their chests. I couldn't believe that this girl really did show up to ruin something special for Tiana.

"Where the fuck is she ate Jey?" Kehlani asks.

"I'm not finna let you hurt her all because we didn't work out like that's petty as fuck, and you know it, Lani." I said, folding my arms.

She scoffed at my statement, "she doesn't deserve you like I do!" I couldn't believe what the fuck I was hearing right now is she serious?

"Again, you think you do? Kehlani, get the fuck on, bro, or you'll get fucked up." Trinity and Bianca walked up In front of me with their hands on their hips.

Kehlani and her minions walked up closer to Trin and Bianca, getting all up in their faces and causing Bianca to react, pushing the girl harshly on the floor, indicating a brawl outside the damn venue.

I observed the situation unfold and noticed a vehicle pull up, which appeared to be one of Malakai's associates—specifically, three of them. They were unaware that the entire Samoan family was present. I had no intention of engaging in any games.

I turned my gaze to the window, where I saw the guys and gestured for them to come outside. They complied, and one of the individuals charged at me, throwing punches.

I evaded their strikes, delivering a knee to the stomach and then bringing them down to the ground. As I positioned myself on top, I began to strike their head. In the midst of this, I noticed Trinity and Bianca overpowering one of the girls, including Kehlani, on the concrete floor.

I focused back on the person who was covering their face while I continued to bash their fucking head in the concrete. I grabbed him by the hair dragging him towards one of the cars throwing him on top of the car breaking the window of the car.

It was blood on the concrete floor seeing Kehlani messed up bad including the others that she brought with her, she knew she came at the wrong fucking time.

Trinity and Bianca stepped back, wiping the sweat from their brows, oblivious to the fact that one of the guys had just struck me in the face, causing me to stagger. They then descended upon me, delivering punches and kicks to my midsection.

I instinctively shielded myself to avoid further blows. In the midst of the chaos, I noticed Jonathan intervening, yanking them away from me and landing a solid right hook on one of them.

Montez helped me to my feet as I grimaced in pain, clutching my stomach and feeling the blood on my fingers from a cut on my lower lip.

"C'mon Uce let's go get you some ice I know Tiana don't wanna see you like this." Montez said as I nodded my head.

I returned inside, clutching my stomach and pressing an ice pack to my lip, as I noticed my mother and Tiana approaching me.

"Joshua! Are you okay dear?" Mama Talisua asks with a concerned expression on her face.

"Y-yeah I'm fine mama they just caught me slipping that's all." She nodded her head as I looked up at Tiana I know she didn't want to see me like this.

"I will step aside to allow you both to converse". As my mother stepped away, leaving Tiana and me alone for a moment, she took the ice pack off my bruised lip to assess the damage.She also lifted my shirt to check the bruises on my abdomen, clearly worried about my condition.

"Sweetheart, please don't worry; I'm okay, I promise—just look at me, Tiana." She met my gaze, concern etched on her face. I let out a soft sigh, gently placing her on my lap and holding her chin.

I placed my hand gently on her belly, reassuring her, "I'm fine, Mama. He just caught me off guard, that's all. Please don't worry; it's not good for Gigi, okay?" Tiana nodded in understanding before rising from my lap. I glanced out the window and saw the police outside apprehending Kehlani and Em.

Good they need to be arrested for this shit.

✧.* After the baby shower concluded, we exchanged farewells with everyone, including my mother and Tiana's family.

I observed the men loading the remaining gifts into the trunk and closing it.

I realized that Tiana hadn't mentioned anything about the earlier incident; she seemed lost in her thoughts, so I decided to give her some space for the time being. I would likely take her home soon.

I got into my car and started the engine, waving goodbye to everyone as I exited the parking lot. The drive back to Tiana's place was quiet, with only her playlist playing softly in the background.

Tiana was looking outside the window not saying anything to me, I placed my hand on her thigh while driving with one hand hoping that it'll give her attention but I guess I was wrong.

She was likely distressed about the situation and my condition, but I reassured her that I was okay, just a bit bruised, nothing more.

I was shocked that Kehlani would resort to such behavior when things don't go her way, and now she finds herself in handcuffs, likely facing charges. I hope she does.

We finally arrived at Tiana's house and noticed Montez and Bianca's car parked in the driveway. I turned off the engine just as Tiana was opening her door, a gesture I usually make for her.I followed suit, watching her approach the door with her keys in hand, only to find that Montez and Bianca were nowhere in sight.

Removing her shoes without bending down, she tossed them onto the shoe rack and made her way upstairs to her bedroom. I followed closely, eager to hear her gentle and comforting voice.

"Wait, Mama," I said, reaching for her arm. She looked up at me with her innocent eyes.She remained silent, simply gazing down at me, which made me yearn for her to speak. "Please, talk to me, Ma. You know I'm here for you." I heard her let out a soft sigh as she guided me to her bed and sat down.

"I really can't stand seeing you in pain, Josh. I can't bear the thought of anything bad happening to you," Tiana admitted as my expression relaxed.

"Tink, I promise you that nothing is going to happen to me. I'm right here, sweetheart, and we're in this together for eternity." I gently stroked her cheeks, my thumb brushing against her full lips.

We locked eyes as I licked my lips. Her innocent brown eyes were so enchanting, but I imagined them hidden behind her skull.

"You're so beautiful, mama... it makes me want to take you right now..." She tilted her head, still gazing into my eyes.

"Yeah? with you being bruised up like this?"

"Fuck, yeah little mama I wanna hear yo' pretty ass moan my fucking name, me being all bruised up aint going to stop me from beating yo' shit in." I growled firmly grabbing her by the throat pulling her face closer to mines.

Tiana's   lips   brushed   against   mine as we began tongue - kissing  one   another  without hesitation.  I  then   stripped  off all  our clothing  and   wrapped  Tiana 's   legs around  mine.

Keeping my hand around her throat pulling away from the kiss, "you gonna let daddy beat this pussy up mama?" She nodded her head looking up at me innocently.

Without hesitation I got to work and started to drill her wet cunt In all you could hear was moans and groans escaping from our lips along with the skin slapping too.

Under Your Touch.

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A/n: welppppp that was something huh? Ion' why Kehlani is so pressed for like girrrrrl you're embarrassing yourself atp child...

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

Stay Ucey.

[wonysugar]

hola sugar .. so I’ve been watching the ‘im the drama’ teasers again and GISELLE’S.

funny story I have a watch that tracks your heartrate and the scene when she like argues with her roommate and pulls up her shirt I genuinely started going crazy.

my heart rate went up to ONE TWENTY. it was so bad. white tanktop black pants hair down LATINA AERI UCHINAGA SAVE ME 😭😭need her to argue with me like that fr (I would fold immediately how do u even argue w her)

the white names killed me though “do you really think I’m that stupid becky” I couldn’t keep it together. also whoever played becky fine as HELLL i couldn’t take it anymore that video is my roman empire.

this is a reoccurring pattern with me there’s this one photo of minnie (g-idle) and holy god I remember she looked so good I got a headache and my stomach started hurting I literally thought I was going to pass out. the real definition of sickening

it’s kind of loser but this is who I am.. sorry I was just reminded of this because sticky dropped today and julie doing whatever she was doing in that fountain made me lightheaded and gave me a pain in the back of my eyes and head.

i know this is random but I need to know I’m not alone..sugar please tell me you’re also this gay I can’t be alone on this

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hai 🎞️anonn!! :]

YES I COMPLETELY GET YOU. i haven’t spoken about the giselle drama teasers on here i think but GODDD.. she looks so good wearing a simple tanktop on top of a black bra,,, LET ALONE TAKING IT OFF?? like omfg manipulative gf giselle please gaslight me😭🙏🙏 that argument would end with me being on my knees in front of her i’m afraid— [NUKES]

i know you guys read me saying shit like this and sigh LISTENNN i fear if it were my turn having the watch, it would’ve registered my heart rate as a heart attack!

the fucking white names sent meescienfk idgaf i wanna be becky so bad like FUCK! i need to see her argue with more pretty women PLEEKKK

also ABOUT THE REOCCURING PATTERN?? everytime you’re on here gushing about a girl in particular you’re always calling her latina?);&2;& i fuck with it so hard like genuinely

ALSO JULIEEEEEEEEEGODKFKSKFN BITING MY HAND AS WE SPEAKKK i can’t do this anymore. WHO TAUGHT HER HOW TO SHAKE THIS MUCH ASS?? like oh girl you better move that thang… i had to grab my chest watching that fuckass mv😭😭ass everywhere i looked it was a fucking death hazard for me. AND BELLEEEE???? her hair… her BANGS. nobody talk to me actually i’m going apeshitfjdjf

you’re absolutely not alone on this girl,, you will never be😭🙏trust that if you’re losing your mind over the little things, i’m probably in the cell next to you, swinging back and forth<3

[fnafcatfanatic]

Last letter before a star burned

The first and only thing that needs to be said is that I absolutely despise William Afton. I just wish he never appeared in my life, because the things he did were and still are terrible. It serves him right to burn in the deepest pit of hell.

If somebody had told me what he did back then, I wouldn’t believe them and argue that he’s the kindest person I knew. He helped me with whatever imperfections and „problems“ I had. But now I finally see that his „help“ had been nothing more than a pack of lies, a means to manipulate, and whatever he claimed was wrong with me was completely normal. “The past is in the past and you realised your mistakes” they say, but nobody talks about the impact it could have on your mental health and personality as a whole when they’ve been doing it for as long as he did.

Call me spiteful or stubborn, but I will forever hold him accountable for not only what he did to those poor souls that will forever miss their families, but also to his friends, and me. Without him, I wouldn’t be afraid to get close to people, scared that when people find out my true personality, they’ll leave or worse, make fun of me behind my back, or only plot how to hurt me even more to the point of breaking me. Afterall, William played his role of a supportive friend and confidant very well.

…Or maybe I was just blind to it, foolishly following his direction and blindly trusting him with what I held dear. And would you look at that…innocent people paid with their lives thanks to my denial of the truth. And then what did I do when I saw him in that backroom, looking back at me while he was slumped over somebody’s dead body?

I turned around and ran…like a fucking coward and I didn’t look back. I took some of my necessary belongings, packed them into the biggest bag I could find in my house, put it in my car and hurriedly drove away. I was driving for hours, unsure whether he saw me leave and followed, so I just drove until my gas didn’t run out. I tried not to cry so that I wouldn’t crash – though I wished it would happen - as realisation finally hit me. He did it. He killed my daughter and all the other missing kids.

Eventually, I got tired and parked in some parking lot in Arizona and spent the night there.

When morning came, I wished it was a nightmare and the only person, who seemed to genuinely understand what I have been going through, wasn’t the one who had destroyed my life. …Or maybe I had done it myself after Charlotte disappeared.  I sat there, not moving for a long time while I thought about if I should just start popping antidepressants like tic-tacs. I took the bottle in my hands, put one in my mouth and swallowed it using water. The taste was bitter, but the feeling it gave afterwards was great. It wasn’t perfect, because I was feeling even worse once the effect faded, but that was to be expected.

I waited for a while, hoping it would start working soon, but it didn’t, so I popped another one…then one more and after that…

…I woke up in a hospital with Jen crying her eyes out, saying I was stupid for trying to take my life. I had to promise her to not do it again. …She thought that I was a coward for doing it…that hurt. She was my sibling; couldn't she have been more supportive?

After that whole ordeal, she drove me to her house as per instructions from the psychiatrist - who questioned me back at the hospital – hid all sharp or potentially dangerous things and told me that I need to go to therapy every week. I refused, saying that it’s expensive and I would rather be dead than tell anybody about my problems and be told the same thing Will always said, *”I understand that you must be hurting.”*

It was like a trigger for me, and I would most probably storm out in panic, but Jen kept insisting, so I did. And just as I predicted, it happened, I broke down, yelled at the poor woman, and then ran away to find the nearest bridge to jump off of. Unfortunately, Jen, who had been waiting in front of the house, stopped me and gave me a long scolding about being a responsible adult. But it wasn’t like she knew how it felt to have your child taken away by somebody she should’ve been able to trust.

I go angry and stormed away, repeated once again my whole escapade from three days ago and this time I didn’t look back.

FNAF 6 (2024)

Today is the day I finally end all of this. Oh, how long have I waited and how much willpower it took not to end my life throughout all these years, but it has been worth it. Some poor soul took the job as intended and brought all of them inside. I don’t know why he did it, though. Maybe he just wanted parts to save money, which was the most probable explanation.

When the final day had come, I went inside the secret office I had built and waited until they were all as near as possible to the security office. Even Molten, who, somehow, managed to slip by the franchisee during the maintenance check, came inside the vents. Once that happened, I sealed all exits including my own and turned my microphone on.

During the whole speech, that I gave, I was reminiscing about all the things that happened, all the locations I opened, then closed, everything the new management had done to cover up the past, and most importantly, my daughter again. My voice was carefully even and emotionless and then I finally did it…I set the whole thing on fire.

When my mind shut itself down to avoid all the pain, I finally felt relaxed and free, just like all the other souls who rose from the ashes, heading for heaven. As I watched four particular ones come together and embrace one another, I thought that death has never seemed so pleasant.

“Daddy…?” I heard from behind me. I turned around with tears in my eyes and my sight landed on befuddled Charlie. “Charlotte!” I yelled as I flew to her. “Daddy!” She screamed in response and met me halfway. We hugged and wept for all those years of being separated.

I didn’t notice it, but one of the souls tried rising up, then got pulled abruptly down by some golden strings, not to be seen again.

[yes0another0outsiders0blog]

heeeyyy! it's me againn! <333 Wanted to know if I could get a matchup? (if not dw)

I'm an average heighted female with pale skin (literally it looks like fucking milk even in summer😭). I have long wavy dark brown hair that is somehow always messy. My eyes are a mix between grey, green and blue and nobody (not even me) can make out their exact colour for the life of theirs since it seems like they are changing colour (from the light and perspective) at every second.

I am straight, but I'm open minded to girls, probably because i literally lvoe girls so much platonically that It wouldn't surprise me being in a romantic or sexual relationship with one iykwim? But I would appreciate if you gave me a boyfriend for this match up! <33

I am very fond of the coquette style of clothing, I'm an hyperfeminine girly that loves to doll herself up. I'm talking full on short white lacy skirts with red heart-shaped sunglasses, cherry lipstick and pink tops with a white ribbon on my hair!

Moving onto my personality; I'm a very sweet girl, I'm the literal mom friend of every friend group I've ever been in. I never shy away from complimenting anything and everything about a person, someone got a new shirt today? "oh my god, that looks so good on you!", someone is trying a new hobby "that's great! tell me all about it!", someone tried a new hairstyle? "you look utterly gorgeous/handsome!" And I am totally babying and spoiling the youngests of the group. (literally giving them princess/prince treatment and even paying for them, lending them my things, making sure they've eaten, drank, etc).

I'm all up when it comes to nicknames, I don't care if you're a boy or a girl I'm opening my dictionary and calling you all the affectionate names written there. (I usually call friends baby, babygirl, babyboy, babes, babe, darl[ing], cutie, sweetcheeks, hottie). (with a partner I would go down more towards sweetstuff, hotstuff, honey, hun, love/luv, angelcakes, babycakes).

I consider myself as a very touchy person, I like to hold hands, hang onto someone's arm, legs/shoes touching while sitting, hugs (a lot of hugs) and cuddling! I love cuddling! /all of this both with platonic friends and romantic partners. Though I will back off and tone it down if someone's uncomfortable with so much physicall or verbal affection and resort to gift-giving (hand-made trinkets or small things that reminded me of that certain someone, etc) as love-language.

I am a very sensitive gal when it cames to being gifted something, I will fr tear up 😭. I literally cherish every little thing that my friends give me, even if it's a fucking bubble gum wrap paper, it's getting a spot in my 'memory box' lmao. ^^^hanging from being sensitive, I literally can not stand war documentaries/movies. I will cry my eyes out. I emphatise a lot, and I probably won't cry from what it's shown in the movie/documentary but on the thought of the family of those soldiers that were waiting for them only for them to never come back. (i totally didn't start bawling my eyes out in class while watching the 'rescue soldier ryan' or smth like that was called, my friends were fr so confused like- 😭)

I laugh at almost everything, and I consider myself pretty much easy-going, I'm okay with every and any kind of plan as long as it's with my friends.

Even if I'm sweet and have literally no idea how to even throw a punch, if someone tries to mess with my loved ones you bet your ass I'm gonna throw myself at them and try and do as much damage as I can, even if I end up with my face all bloodied and pretty much more hurt than the one I was trying to hurt 😭 (i just love my friends that much).

Also, don't know if it matters, but I can and will eat up horror books (and still completely refuse to watch the movie lmao, my brain is easily subsceptible and I would be scared shitless for a week). I'm talking all about Stephen King fashion, specially IT and Christine the cursed car or The Shining aswell.

As an addition, I'm an Elvis girlie, I literally listen to him on repeat the whole day long (obv. I listen to more artists but he is like the most prominent lmao) and you bet whatever you want that I'd be singing jailhouse rock as I clean the house and end up dancing with the broom. quite literally.

OMG IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH TEXT BUT I READ THAT YOU WORKED THE BETTER WITH AS MUCH LINES POSSIBLE AND I WENT AHEAD OF MYSELF SORRY FOR SO MUCH TEXT AND I HOPE U HAVE THE GREATEST DAY MWUAH MWUAH/platonically

Girl, yes, this is the perfect amount of text for a match-up!! Thanks for all of the information, definitely makes my job easier!

I ship you with...

Sodapop Curtis

First of all, he'd find you completely and utterly beautiful. Would make fun of you (lovingly) frequently for being milk-pale, and probably mess your hair up more by playing with it, but he would LOVE just staring into your eyes. Every time the light shifts, he tells you what color they are now, to the point of being annoying. "Oh, wow!! They're, like, REALLY gray now!!"

He'd also ADORE your sense of style. Soda's the type of boyfriend to think that every make-up look a partner does is a complete masterpiece, he'd ask questions as your doing it.

This dude is dealing with Ponyboy and Darry at each other's throats all the time, he'd probably love that you're such a mom-friend and feels so taken care of when they're being too much and he goes to you just to step away. He'd also probably ask for advice with dealing with Ponyboy because sometimes that kid is too emotional about things and Soda tries to be a good listener but maybe your perspective would be helpful since you're more sensitive as well?

With compliments and petnames, Soda is basically matching you. He is just a natural charmer, a pure flirt, and also just generally platonically affectionate. He thrives off of attention and compliments, and will definitely give back what he receives tenfold. People wonder if you even know each other's names based on how often yall go for nicknames. Neither of you will ever have any chance to feel insecure, you hype each other up like crazy. The physical affection is unreal, you two would practically be permanently attached to one another fr. He'd want you to come and hang out with him while he's at work whenever you can, and he'd just randomly give you little origami pieces that he made out of receipt paper or something. He'd just come over with it in his hands and the goofiest, most in love smile on his face saying "look, babe!! I made you a thing!!!"

Yall are the couple that everyone simultaneously wants to be and is disgusted by, you two are just so damn sweet and lovey. Giving bystanders full on cavities with that sugary sweet pda.

He's also one of the few I could see being 110% chill with a partner that's super platonically affectionate. He'd have ZERO issue with you cuddling and clinging to your friends.

Would sometimes be at a slight loss about just HOW empathetic you are, can't relate to the extent of your empathy, but he'll always listen when you need it. Whether you're down about personal stuff or because someone you know is going through something, or even just when you're feeling sad for a fictional character, he will definitely be there to cheer you up in any way he can.

You two would do a lot of group dates, hang out with the gang a lot, he'd be so happy to hang out and get to know your friends too. He's social as hell and gets along with basically everyone, it'd be great.

He'd just think that you're the cutest thing as you dance around as you clean.

I tried to use most of what you gave me. Hope you enjoyed!! You seem like such a genuinely lovely person, have the loveliest day, friend!!!!

[chaotic-aro-incarnate]

10 BL BOYS I WILL THROW HANDS FOR

Was tagged by @scarefox for this (technically my main blog but I post my bl stuff on here lol) and am very excited

I imprint on characters like nobody's business so this is a list made for me

EDIT changed the gifs because apparently the way I did it didn't properly link to the creators (only on desktop at least). should be properly credited now

In no particular order

1) Sound (My School President)

Starting the trend of lonely queer teenagers that I get a little too attached to, it's of course Sound. Like I was already a fan of Sound and intrigued by the concept of SoundWin (at the time people didn't know it was going to be the main secondary ship) but when the medal scene happened and Sound gave this so sad ans soft "oh no" look I was gone. That is my son and I WILL fight anyone and everyone for him

2) Nuengdiao (Never Let Me Go)

Another lonely queer teenager I decided to protect. I loved Never Let Me Go so much and Nueng was my special little babygirl and then Our Skyy 2 came out and it was like oh...... I will kill for him. Look I love Nueng and he did nothing wrong and also that scene where he's forcing Palm to put the gun to his head while screaming at him to shoot him leaves rent free in my mind. He's so traumatized and lonely and he's like 18 I would do anything for him especially throw hands

3) Typhoon (Star in My Mind)

Fun fact! I had to stop watching Star in My Mind because I got so unreasonably attached to Typhoon that I couldn't bear the thought of him not getting a happy ending. I wanted him to end up with Dao so bad because it would make him happy and I knew that if I kept watching they would either break his heart OR show that he's actually not that great of a guy, both which were unbearable to me. So I simply cut my losses and live in the fantasy that he got everything he ever wanted.

4) Bai Lang (My Tooth Your Love)

One of those "he just like me fr fr" characters who I would do anything for. He's my specialist little boy and I love him so dearly. Here's to having your trauma swag bewitch the local hot autistic dentist body and soul.

5) Han Ying (Word of Honor)

Talk about my specialest boy. Ying'er is my guy through and through. He deserved so much better and in every WoH fic I have written (they are all still in drafts) he lives and is happy no matter what. He IS my sweet cheese, my rotten solider, my good time boy. I will continue writing him getting railed to the high heavens by Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing like he deserves. He is incapable of being anything other but the goodest boy possible and I will die on this hill

6) Boston (Only Friends)

He is the worst. I would move mountains for him. Enough said.

7) Pluem (Ghost Host Ghost House)

Look this man has been going through it AND he manages to be the like the most flirtatious and romantic guy around? Give me your secrets sir. Also say the word king and I'll do it. This show broke me on so many levels but a lot of those levels were tied to anytime I saw him break down

8) Ye Huo/Fire (Guardian)

A recent (and somewhat obscure) pull as I am currently watching Guardian and was just exposed to his character today but he is my guy and I will defend him to the death. The only weaker point for me than a lonely gay teenager is a self appointed older sibling who sacrifices everything for their younger siblings. I was really like man this guy is an asshole for so long but then the truth of how he was saving the boys at the fighting ring came out and I was like oh no that's my son now and I need him to live and be happy. I have not finished his arc yet so I am scared that it'll be a tragedy BUT he is my wonderful son all the same and I will throw hands for him in an instant

9) That (Manner of Death)

The return of troubled teenagers I need to adopt and protect against all costs. I WILL fight anyone for him even though he's like a rebellious teenager who does crime and I am a strange looking college student who he would not respect but it's the thought that counts

10) Mark/Village Head Ma (Love Tractor)

Why is there a random white man living in rural South Korea? I don't know!!! They never address what he's doing there. But I literally love this man. There's a reason I made him to be my pfp for bl-bracket. Seriously he's the best and I will fight anyone who says otherwise. Best character ever written. In my heart he's got the spirit of Quincey Morris form Dracula in the long tradition of just having a random American man in your story with no explanation

Tagging others!!!!! @saturnskyline @non-binarypal7 @supernovasimplicity @vegussy and anyoen else who wants to!!

There's been so many of these types of challenges/tag things lately that I have not kept track of who has or hasn't done which ones so sorry if you've already done something similar

[thinemoonshine]

how do i scream into a mic and send it to u as a voice note over anon bc omg omfg wtf FUCK

U DONT GET ITTTT I'VE BEEN ROOTING FOR SUNOO FROM THE STAAAARRTTTTT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

okayyyy ummmm i honestly am at a loss for words LMAO no but seriously this has been so worth the wait and i genuinely dont know if this could ever ever be topped by another fic for a long long time my god

one thing abt me is that im a sunoo biased before im human and what u have blessed this platform w fulfills each and every craving i've ever wanted and didn't know i needed GAWD LIKE i'll gush abt this series in 200 paragraphs im not even kidding nobody can stop me now

like i was saying (and yes im that same anon) i've been hungry for a fic just like this, where mc hold all the power, reverse harem, dark/supernatural themes, etc, except u gave me so so much more like no shade but every other writer on this app seem to withdraw from writing sunoo as the center piece of mc's attention in ot7 fics, and i can't lie the amount of delight and joy and the absolute unfiltered satisfaction leche of the sirens brought me just bc he's the "main" one—im so happy like fr thank YOU 🫵🫵🫵

and it's not just that, jfc the way u describe the gore and horror—THE VIVIDNESS OF IT ALL—is unlike any other, like it's a perfect balance of grotesqueness and violence without being overbearing, the fear and emotions detailed so gut-wrenchingly good in each and every one of them, like jfc my hats off to u for handling 8 characters so well and with none of them feeling two dimensional, OH AND WHEN RIKI'S DROPPING THEIR BODIES OFF THE CLIFF—those lines will stick w me until the day i die, how do u write so impactfully and encaptivatingly it's mind breaking, like if a siren wrote this i wouldn't think twice lmao

i absolutely ADORE the mental snap of riki and sunoo's, i can't tell u how many works i've read where they just drag a scene like that on and on, when really imo those scenes should've been spontaneous and quick, just like what u absolutely nailed. the build up from previous chapters where we read how they've all been slowly spiralling and obsess over mc really made those scenes all worth it

AND MY GOD u dont get how clutched my pearls are when it was just riki and sunoo jfc my heart was abt to sink thinking sunoo's done for, BUT I KNEWWW i so knew that he's been one crazy bitch from the start and what riki said to him just set him off and finally set his morals aside. this is why i love this series so much, how well u write dark and insane romance w again such perfect pacing that leaves me savoring every word.

ugh i want to talk abt the others but i honestly can't 😭 my mind is filled w only sunoo sunoo and sunoo

ALSO THAT ENDINGGGG i totally didn't not see that coming omfg, the fact that the others are still scummy even in their reincarnation lurches my stomach, AND HOW SUNOO BECAME A SIREN TOO OMFGGGG i was tweaking in my bed when he was reintroduced to them the same way mc first appeared. and im so so delighted when riki finally has a chance to join her like it's just all falling into place.

honestly give me sunoo now bc im so in delulu mode rn over how he couldn't keep his hands off of her at the end my god i need him like that also pls pls tell me mc ate them at the end too bc omfg i never wanted to stop reading this 😭 esp w sunoo being the way he is now (i can't stop thinking abt him im sorry lmao)

anw pls dont ever die op, ur my favorite writer and i learn from u fr the way u write has me in a chokehold 🫶

I.LOVE.THIS.SO.MUCH💗‼️ AHHHHHH YOURE SO ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT THIS I LOVED EVERYTHING I ADORE YOU HEGSUSBSJJSSM

AND I SO AGREE WITH WHAT YOURE SAYING, like sunoo seems to have very little fics compared to the other members and i adore him so much ☹️☹️ i’m glad that you’re satisfied with the story and i thank YOU 🫵🏻 back for being such a great person—taking time out of your day to comment and share your feedback for my work 💗

[sincerely-krp]

yall be on here talking bout missing oc rps on this platform but when an oc rp opens up yall ghost it? peep at glorytv's blogroll… admin gave yall an event yet there ain't nobody writing in there // thats likely because whether it was deleted or not at this point, this blog (sincerely-krp) let someone link it with risehq and was just going to be okay with posting that accusation until I said something in their inbox about linking rps to drama/toxicity without proof. so it could be DoA due to that. /

i'm just going to point this out, i don't think glorytv is doing well because the premise is not really what the majority of au krpers are looking for. it sounds like au krpers joined the place then got bored, which isn't the krp's fault it's just a byproduct of fast food krp. i think it's probably more likely to consider that as opposed to sincerely's blog having that much weight. especially seeing that they had a valid reason to post and then stop the conversation that had nothing to do with anything public on the blog. it's a sticky slope because we have to trust that sincerely is being honest about people dming them, but the last two times we questioned them not only did they blatantly prove the people accusing them wrong, they managed to give themselves more credibility for curbing toxicity that the admins or community tried to propogate which is not... ideal, idk.

we have proof they're honest, we can check them, as i think we should, every now and then to make sure they're continuing to be honest, but this defaulting to sincerely's blog being why au krps shut down before considering the other logical threads feels tired.

we keep running into issues like this where we assume something on this blog is baseless so it's why bad things happen or they're censoring people's opinions but time and time again the admins have been able to point out that they made their decision because of what privately was brought to them. this isn't me saying we shouldn't question them, only that maybe we shouldn't default to assuming this blog is operating on a 'oops we got caught so we fixed it!' basis, and maybe start considering that it's the fact that they listen to feedback that matters.

i'm also not saying to trust the shit on this blog, like fr PLEASE don't, and use your judgement. i'm specifically talking about the assumption that a couple bad things about a krp on sincerely is enough to shut a whole krp down, without the krp having a significant hand in it. because if a krp is gonna interact with sincerely they can just get the incorrect asks taken down, and if they can't disprove the ask, then it's probably generic enough people will overlook it.

this did happen with rise, the only ask about rise was taken down from the blog less than 24 hours later, and then like a whole week out of nowhere there was a shit ton of tea because rise mentioned sincerely on their admin blog. they had like so many people talking to sincerely but we, the audience, saw none of that until they pushed sincerely to discuss it. that too to take the heat off of someone they knew the admin knew was innocent, and they could tangibly see, in their inbox, was being shit on due to the admin's post. when people didn't take sincerely's word for it they had to post censored versions of horrible things being said about that one person, which is proof that they try to keep private things... well, private.

rise, in contrast to the rupes issue, where it was obvious an insidigm person was around, but once sincerely shut them down we didn't see any influx of toxic paradigm asks out in the open. they also only posted that proof because someone questioned them, and now private stuff about a member of rupes is out here for everyone to see. i personally think both this situation and the rise situation caused harm to the victims because we pressed sincerely. i do think they were necessary, because in both situations sincerely operated the way they told us they do, but the rp community itself was extremely active in one issue, and in the other, they weren't even here. we all saw how that reflected on the blog; the situation with insidigm and rupes passed super easily without issue or toxicity that was unnecessary, even THOUGH sincerely said no insidigm or rupes members reached out to them. meanwhile, the rise issue dominated the blog only because the admin tried to blame sincerely, and then parts of their community continued to fight on this blog (which, if everyone recalls, resulted in them basically posting the shit on the ask they asked sincerely to take down that sincerely continued to censor themselves).

and now with glorytv there was an assumption that the admins just passed whatever to be posted on the blog and then took it down willy nilly when there was a reason why. i've noticed asks from the mp situation gone but my default isn't to think SINCERELY HAS AN AGENDA AGAINST ME AND FOR MP it's to assume an mp mun talked to sincerely and sincerely removed the asks accordingly.

like if they really aren't in the krps themselves, i'm willing to cut them some slack on what they post as long as they're swift about taking them down when shown proof. i also think that while the systems are flawed they're working on them, and they pretty much do whatever us, the community, agrees to do when presented with decisions on what to allow or not allow on the blog.

as far as vent blogs go, i think we should just start considering the facts that we, as critical thinkers can see. as long as we maintain a healthy level of skepticism, we can probably be more productive. they've been clear they don't actually care, they do what they need to for their own blog, which means they're inherently toxic because they know they leave things on this blog that are untrue but couldn't be proven so, and i think that itself is helpful to consider because it makes it easier to understand what we'll be seeing on this blog. there are clear instances of this blog helping people and not hurting them, which makes things more difficult to assign moral value.

bottom line: this blog is only as toxic as the muns in the communities being discussed. it's not always on sincerely for allowing something to be posted, it's more on the people behind the scenes communicating with them. we should exhaust those options first before confronting this blog so we can hold the right parties accountable. we can ask sincerely if someone approached them maybe, it sounds like every time they have consent to show proof shared to them they do, so we can ask for what proof was sent, or we can privately dm them if we really need to know about something and see where that gets us.

admin note: we're fine with the things mentioned in the last paragraph! if consent is given to us we have no issues sharing proof given to us either.

[briamichellewrites]

10

Finally! Jeff approved the songs they recorded. They were enough for an album. His personal favorite was Mascara Tears, a beautiful ballad about love and loss. It was a simple song with only an acoustic guitar and backup vocals by Mike. The lyrics were written about the loss of her parents and her silent struggle with grief. Did she grieve her parents? Yes, though she preferred to do it alone. She attended their funeral, where she had to meet with people they worked with.

I wear my tears like mascara

I wasn’t there when you said goodbye

I hold out my hand, as I ask myself why

I saw you dancing in your summer dress

Down by the ocean, the waves crashing on the sand

You looked so beautiful with the moonlight in your eyes

Now those memories are all I have left

You gave me love

You gave me a home

Even when we were miles apart,

You made sure I was never alone

Some moments were harder than others. Sometimes she felt alone and she got angry at the man who hit them. He had taken them away from her. While recording, she broke down in tears. It was the first time she had cried since learning of their deaths over a year ago. She came out of the booth and apologized still crying. Mike got up and went over to her. He held her and told her to cry. She did. For fifteen minutes, she cried. She then sat down on the couch.

Brad pulled up a chair and placed it in front of her. Her eyes were red and her face was wet with tears. She wiped them away. He asked if that was the first time she had cried. It was the first time since she got the news. She had spoken to her father over a long-distance phone call. He and her mother were planning on visiting her.

She was so excited! Then, she was woken up in her dormitory by the headmaster. It was the middle of the night. She had her follow her to the office after she put on her robe and slippers. It was cold and her bed was nice and warm. That was the first thing she remembered. Her roommate was fast asleep. She was the kind of person who could sleep through the end of the world. When she got to the office, she was told about the accident and that her parents didn’t make it. It took her forever to cry.

The next day, they let her skip her classes so she could grieve. She stayed in bed the entire day. The school social worker came to check on her. She brought food for her to eat but all she wanted to do was sleep. After that, everything went back to normal. She was still required to do her homework and go to her classes. Why did they only give her twenty-four hours?

She didn’t know. Her schoolmates heard what happened and they helped her through her studies. They also made sure she ate. She thought about coming back home, but they talked her into staying. The reason why she finished the year was because of them. She wiped her face with her hands.

“It wasn’t your fault”, Brad said gently.

She nodded. “I know. It was his fault. I guess I should cry more often.”

“Cry as much as you want. There is zero shame in it. Even though we don’t know what you went through, we will always be here for you. You can get angry. You can cry. You can do whatever you need to. Nobody should hold their emotions inside because that’s not healthy. As long as you aren’t abusive. We will listen and help you”, Mike said.

“Thank you.”

The hospital emergency room. That was where Mike and Bria were getting treated for their injuries. Brad was a ball of anxiety. They had been hit by a driver under the influence. He rushed over to make sure they were okay. It happened so fast, that they didn’t have time to jump out of the way. She had been swept under the vehicle while he was thrown to the side of the street.

He had cuts and bruises but was otherwise unharmed. She had more injuries. Her leg was positioned unnaturally, making him think it was broken and her arm had tire marks. She was in extreme pain. He took the hand that wasn’t injured and held it, while he talked to her. She couldn’t do anything because she was in shock from the pain. Even though her chest wasn’t injured, she was having trouble breathing. She gasped for breath.

Paramedics treated her before placing her into the ambulance. At the hospital, they were both assessed before being treated. He had a head wound, so they were going to keep him overnight in case he developed any complications. If he had a concussion, they wanted to catch it before it caused any brain damage. He asked if he could call his girlfriend because she was expecting him home.

Bria was treated for shock. They then took an x-ray of her leg to determine what was broken. The imaging showed it was broken in multiple places. Her arm was also broken from being run over. Both were placed into casts. She was also given pain medication. They were in the same room, making it easier for Brad to go back and forth between them. Mike was not thinking about his injuries, he was more concerned about her. Even though he couldn’t get out of bed, he talked to her.

The driver? She was handcuffed to the hospital bed. Her blood had been taken to test for drugs. She was clearly under the influence of something. It made her unaware of what she had done. She was angry at the police and the medical staff because they wouldn’t let her leave. Once she was discharged, she would be taken to jail and booked. It would be a very long night for her.

Her body would be going through withdrawal from whatever she had taken. The police were still at the scene of the accident looking for evidence of what happened. They found evidence of drugs in her vehicle, along with drug paraphernalia.

Anna was a wreck of anxiety until she saw Mike and Bria. Oh, thank god! He hugged her and assured her he was okay. Bria was drugged up, so she was a little out of it. The accident was on the news. They didn’t release the names of the victims. Only the driver. Thirty-seven-year-old, Malisha Carter. She was arrested on suspicion of driving under the influence of narcotics, along with reckless driving and endangering others. Because of the severity of the case, she was not given bail.

The next morning, Mike was examined for symptoms of head trauma. He was then discharged. Bria was also discharged. She was given crutches to use to move around and she was taught how to use them. Until she got her casts removed, she was unable to drive.

Brad took her home and helped her inside. Woody was concerned about his human because she had been gone all night. Human, are you okay? He jumped up and climbed onto her lap. She used her good arm to pet him. He purred, hoping it would make her feel better. She told him she loved him, making Brad laugh. I love you too, human!

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia

[lacontroller1991]

Burnt Skies (Rick Flag x Fem!Reader)

@h-hxgirl​

Requested by Anon: Saw this captain boomerang fanfic where he finds she's pregnant while they're on mission, I was wondering if you could maybe do something similar for Rick

Author's Note: He would be so protective of the reader fr fr, also this is gonna be angst angst angst so just beware

Warning: Death, pregnancy, language, blood, major character death, spoilers

“Hey (Y/N), you ready to go?” Rick’s voice echoed through the room before he halted, seeing you on the floor, head in the toilet.

“Yeah, give me a minute,” you replied weakly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and flushing the toilet.

“Are you sure? Are you feeling alright?” He asked, rubbing your back as you looked up at him with a small smile.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll meet you there,” nodding his head, he walked out the door with guns strapped to his body on his tac vest. Looking at your reflection, you noticed a slight greenish tint to your face. Ignoring the wave of nausea, you made your way out of the base and to the plane. Walking up the ramp, you took a seat next to Rick who looked at you with concern in his brown eyes.

“Baby, maybe you should sit this one out. You aren’t looking too hot,” he whispered in your ear as you brushed the notion off. After all, you did have a really bad gut feeling about this mission.

“I’m here. I’m going,” you stated firmly as he looked you over one more time before shrugging his shoulders, knowing it was of no use to argue with you.

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The plane ride was hell. With the criminals being loud and Harley’s non stop chatter accompanying your periodic bouts of nausea, you were ready to get the hell off of the plane and right into combat.

“Alright guy, get ready to drop,” Rick shouted as the cargo door opened to reveal water beneath you. Once he gave the signal, you jumped into the cool water and began to swim your way to the mainland, waiting for the rest of the team to catch up to you. After everyone, save for the Weasel, had made it to the shore, you glanced over to your boyfriend who was laying next to Harley.

“Hey guys, it’s me. I’m the guy who called you and I brought my friends,” Blackguard shouted into the open, raising his hands while ignoring the shouts coming from the rest of the team and your boyfriend, Waller’s distant cursing ringing in your ear. Next thing you know, there was gunfire in every direction and things went to chaos. You quickly sought shelter behind a rock and shot off a few rounds into the woods, hoping to take down some of the Corto Maltese soldiers. “(Y/N), watch out,” Rick shouted at you as you turned to see what he was talking about, but it was too late before a large piece of debris from one of the trees knocked you out cold.

You woke up to machines attached to your body. Feeling the bile rise in your throat, you tried to get out of the restraints and look for a place to dump the contents of your stomach. Suddenly a pan was placed in front of you and that was all you needed to release the bile. Groaning at the light, you looked around the room and was surprised to see a cleanish room which plenty of nurses occupied.

“Ah good, you’re awake,” a voice commented as a rough hand pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at one of the generals you were tasked to take out.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” You asked, squirming your body against the bed, trying to loosen some of the restraints.

“Mi amore, we are treating you. Seems you have caught a parasite,” he replied before summoning the nurse over to you, carrying a plate of food and some juice, “you’re government must really be struggling if they’re sending pregnant women into the field,” he mentioned as your blood ran cold.

“That’s impossible,” muttering to yourself, your head went fuzzy at the concept of you being pregnant. With Rick’s kid.

“On the contrary, when we brought in your friend and you, we noticed certain things,” motioning down to your stomach only brought awareness to the fact that you were practically naked in a room full of the enemy.

“Let me go,” you pleaded, pulling your arms as much as you could.

“I think not,” he replied before nodding to one of the nurses who moved to turn on a machine and attach it to your head. Screams of agony soon left your lips, blocking out the sudden spurts of gunfire in the halls.

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Harley laughed maniacally as she gunned down multiple soldiers, enjoying the way they were dropping to the floor. She needed to get out of there. She needed to find the others. After the last one dropped to the floor, she moved toward the door before hearing a piercing scream echo down the hallway.

“Sounds like someone’s having fun,” she ran her tongue against her teeth before skipping toward the scream. Slamming open the door, she raised the guns in her hand, ready to fire, until she saw you laying on the table surrounded by nurses.

“No one messes with Flag’s girl,” she muttered to herself before unloading the magazine in the room. All of the nurses slinked to the ground, covered in a pool of their own blood. Rushing over to you, Harley unstrapped the restraints and head piece before taking out the IV and looked for your clothes.

“Where the hell are ya clothes?” She asked, searching high and low before she found a bag filled with your bloody uniform. Helping you sit up, she noted the way you looked super frail but practically glowing at the same time.

“Harley,” you whispered out to her before passing out on her shoulder. “Awww, this would be really cute if not for the circumstances,” she stated out loud to herself, peering out of the window and seeing a guy in a helmet run across the street with Flag. Wait a minute, Flag! Running out the door, she ran around the corner before stopping in front of the two men.

“Hiya guys! What’s up?”

“We’re here to save you, is (Y/N) with you?” Rick asked with hope in his voice as Harley nodded, wrapping pale fingers around his wrist and dragging him back inside and through the pile of bodies she had claimed. At the sight of you, Rick ran to your side and hugged your limp body.

“What’s wrong with her?” He asked, fighting the tears that were beginning to surface.

“Don’t worry puddin’, she’s just asleep,” shrugging her shoulders, she left the room as you stirred, fluttering your eyes open.

“Rick?” You questioned as he rapidly nodded his head, placing kisses all along your face.

“Thank God you’re ok. I thought I lost you.”

“Rick, the doctors found something,” memories of the conversation you had moments ago replayed in your brain. You’re pregnant.

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered, mind still not comprehending the fact that you were pregnant. After all, you had been infertile most of your life. Avoiding his gaze, you waited for his response.

“How?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m going to be a dad,” he whispered, causing your head to snap up and see a smile play against his face.

“You want this? I don’t know if it’ll carry to term. You know that I’m infertile.” Placing his lips against yours, he pulled you into his arms, hugging you as close as he could to his body. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed back before a throat clearing interrupted you.

“This is sweet and all, but we have a fucking monster to kill,” DuBois stated as you looked up at Rick who smiled.

“Stay here, I’ll come back and get you.”

“I’m not leaving your side,” you replied as he sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“You’re pregnant. No way in living hell am I gonna allow you to do this. You’ll stay here and that’s an order,” you and he both hated when he had to pull his rank, but you realized it was necessary in cases like this.

“Just come back to me,” pulling his lips down against yours for what feels like the last time, you encoded this moment into your brain, remembering the way he tasted.

“For you? Always.”

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He should’ve known you were going to follow them into Jotunheim. Not only were you stubborn, but you still had that nagging feeling that something was going to happen. Sneaking past the military, you found a window and busted it open with your elbow before entering the building. Landing with a soft thud, you looked around the room and noticed Peacemaker going down a dark tunnel. Running after him, you made sure to stay hidden by the numerous pillars. Peering around the corner, you saw Ratcatcher standing next to Rick, however Peacemaker was pointing a gun at Rick.

“Nobody is saying what they did was right,” Peacemaker stated, hand unwavering.

“They experimented on children!” Rick yelled as more explosions went off in the distance.

“That information gets out and it causes an international incident. Keeping the peace is worth any price, including the life of a hero like yours, sir, so please. Don’t make me do this,” your stomach churned. You knew that Captain America wannabe was no good, and now your love might just pay the price. Suddenly, rocks collapsed all around you, obscuring your view of Rick and Peacemaker.

“No,” you whispered to yourself, picking up rocks and trying to make a hole for you to get your body through. Your efforts became faster the more you heard the two men grunting. After successfully digging a hole big enough for you, you crawled through as you heard something like porcelain shatter and choking.

“You mother fucker,” Rick stated through gritted teeth as you watched in slow motion, Peacemaker’s hand grasping a large shard.

“Rick!” You shouted out before tackling him off Christopher’s body, not getting out of the way soon enough as Peacemaker lodged the porcelain into your lower abdomen. “No!” Rick shouted as Peacemaker threw you off. In the distance somewhere, you heard a gun go off before hands wrapped around your body. “(Y/N)? (Y/N)?” Rick called to you but you couldn’t hear him, your mind venturing off.

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The sun lit your face through the blinds, dancing in your eyes and creating a multitude of hues, a warm body pressed against you.

“Morning sweetheart,” voice deep from slumber, Rick rubbed his eyes as he let out a yawn. Stretching in bed before your 5 year old daughter came running into the room.

“Mommy, daddy. It’s Christmas!” She squealed excitedly, waking up the baby that was next door.

“Yeah it is baby, you excited for your presents?” You asked as she rapidly nodded while Rick slid out of the bed.

“I’ll go grab little Digger,” he commented, kissing your forehead and your daughter’s head. Getting up, you went to grab a coffee before the doorbell rang. Moving to open it, you saw Harley’s painted face waiting for you with Nanaue, Cleo, Robert and Abner carrying presents.

“Merry Christmas dollface,” she exclaimed, pulling you in for a hug before running off to see her god daughter.

“Come in guys,” you motioned for them to enter as Rick rounded the corner, your 10 month old in his arms.

“So this is the little guy, huh?” Cleo asked as Sebastian waved a hand at the newborn, earning giggles from the baby.

“Yep, Digger Anthony Flag, meet your family,” Rick lifted up the baby’s arm, making him wave to everyone.

“I’m proud of you guys,” Robert commented, slapping a hand on Rick’s back as everyone shuffled into the living room, Nanaue taking up most of the space.

“Thanks man, it wouldn't have happened without you.”

“Alright, everyone ready for presents?” You asked the room with Harley by your side, Harleen in her arms. Rick placed Digger in Cleo’s arms before walking up to you and bringing you into his side.

“I love you, Mrs. Flag.”

“And I you, Mr. Flag.”

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Groaning, you felt an excruciating pain in your abdomen and a feeling of loss?

“(Y/N), baby, you’re awake,” his tired voice resonated in your ear as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, his hand not leaving yours.

“I feel like I got hit by a truck,” you commented as he sniffled, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to escape.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he noted, petting your hair and placing another kiss on your forehead.

“And leave our kid without a father? I don’t think...”, realization dawned on you at that moment. The sudden feeling of loss and the pain in that general area washed over you as you began crying. “Oh God, the baby is gone, isn’t it?” You asked through tears as he let a couple slip down his face, nodding and trying to smile through the pain. Choking back a sob, you turned your face away from him as tears continued to fall.

“Hey, look at me,” he whispered, squeezing your hand. Shaking your head, you refused to meet his hazel eyes, “(Y/N), look at me.” Turning your head, your eyes locked onto his as he continued to smooth down your hair.

“We’re alive. We’re both alive. That’s all that matters,” he replied, crawling into the hospital bed with you and pulling you against his chest as you cried into his shirt.

“What if I never get pregnant again?”

“We will. I’ll make sure of it. I’m done with the fucking task force. Waller can find someone else to puppet. But I’m done. You’re done. We’re gonna get married and have a nice house. I’ll get a new job and we’ll figure it out. I promise.” Kissing the top of your head, he wrapped his arms around you as you calmed down.

“I love you,” you whispered against his chest as he hugged you closer.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Author’s Note: Well this was way longer than I intended it to be. But hope you enjoy!!

[calumxkisses]

Sleep On The Floor | c.h.

pairing: calum hood x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

summary: life’s getting dark grey, lucky for you, Calum is ready to show you all the colors - or maybe that’s what you dream about.  

a/n: hi beautiful angels, i’m back! sorry for being away fr such a long time but i was studying and trying my best to stay alive. today’s also my birthday and i wanted to thank all of you for loving my past serie. i love every single on of you.

this imagine its inspired by the song: sleep on the floor 

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The music is loud, the same songs are repeated continuously but the constant talk and the drinks make it difficult to notice the monotony of these parties. It is a monotony that you relive every weekend since you started working in the music industry and it doesn’t depend on the place, the week or the event, the same things repeat themselves over and over again.

Dark grey. It’s the color that you best associate to this situation. It’s that color that makes you think about factories, workers in line, controlled by rules and by a world that leaves no room for creativity, for change, for a better world. You remember that Charlie Chaplin’s movie that your professor made you watch in school and the way he ends up living an adventure. Will that happen to you too? It’s just a party, you think, but because it’s a party you shouldn’t feel this way. 

You’ll take a plane tomorrow and you’ll end up in another city that you won’t visit because there’ll be no time. After the concert or the interview, you’ll end up in some hidden place dancing and drinking and the day after another plane or bus will be waiting for you. And when the tour ends, you’ll be able to breathe. 

The girl in front of you keeps talking about the promotion she got at work, but you stopped listening to her a long time ago. Didn't she get the promotion last week? Or was it another girl? Maybe she was the one who had just returned from a business trip? 

Across the room, a few steps away from you, Calum, Luke and Roy are talking about the new album the band is working on, the new genre they are experimenting with and the lyrics they enjoy writing but will never release. They spend their days like this, searching for new sounds and writing lyrics about salads and strange places where they get lost.

You look around before your gaze gets placed in front of you and you notice that Calum is looking at you too, his curly hair with shades of blonde free from any beanie and he’s still wearing the leather jacket. His eyes stare at you and a little grin forms on his lips. Without realizing it, you slowly approach each other. 

“It doesn't look like you're having fun.” 

“My stomach hurts from how much I’m laughing.” You say in a sarcastic tone, your face expressing your emotion. 

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” Calum knows you. He knows your need to break free from the world and the way you love everything that is extraordinary. He needs that too, he wants to have the possibility to just be him and not the bassist from 5 Seconds Of Summer, but he’ll never tell you this, he won’t give you the satisfaction of being right. But you know. 

“No, I'm just tired of always doing the same things.” You say dramatically, sighing.

“Then let's do something different.”

“Like what? Playing hide and seek instead of beer pong?” 

“No, let’s leave. We have a couple of hours before this party ends and nobody will notice our absence anyway. Let’s do something different for once.” 

You smile. He’s trying to relieve your suffering and you appreciate that.  

Calum walks away for a moment and when he returns, your jacket is in his hand and no longer on the couch. He throws it at you and offers you his hand. “A Taxi is already waiting for us outside. What do you think?” His smile is wide on his face, but not as big as the one that forms on your face when you grab his hand and drag him out.

You both laugh as you get into the car, your adrenaline is running high and you already feel better. The driver smiles at the scene, Calum whispers something in his ear and then sits back on the seat, his eyes following your body before looking in your eyes. 

“I didn’t know you could speak French.” You say looking at his face. 

“There’s a lot of things that you don’t know about me, love.” He says before looking in front of him, mentally trying to remember the name of the streets. His side profile is lightened by different colors as you pass all the different neons of the shops of the city.

The window on your right is slightly lowered. You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, the wind brushes your face and the noise of the city is like a melody in your ears. Calum kisses your hair and rests his head on yours. 

You’re in a car, just the two of you stuck in traffic, yet you feel like you are in a different world, in a world of constant change, where everything happens only once and you are ready to treasure every second of it. 

You don’t know how many minutes have passed by before Calum taps on your shoulder and whispers, “Look.” before pointing to his left. You open your eyes and the Arc de Triomphe lights up the city. It’s a masterpiece that reigns in the French city. It’s fully illuminated and stands powerful in the center of the rotunda.

“Wow.” It's the only thing you can say as you get closer to the window to get a better look. The driver chuckles at your reaction. You are too distracted by the beauty of the monument to notice the way Calum looks at you, lost in the way the lights illuminate your face and the way your hand is in his, as if they were made to hold only each other. 

All the cars are driving past the monument as if it was nothing, probably used to the view, but you can’t get enough of the magical feeling that you feel just by looking at it.

As the Arc de Triomphe is now behind you, you sit back in your seat, your mouth still slightly open from the astonishment of the sight. They might have been some of the most intense minutes you’ve ever experienced.

“Everytime we finish a show here, we always ask to pass by here. After the confusion of the concert, this view always manages to bring peace. Usually we are always exhausted but we try to stay awake as much as possible to not miss this view.” He whispers, looking out and smiling at the memories. 

“I know how much you daydream and how much you like these views and as soon as they gave us the tour dates, I immediately asked to let you come with us. I knew you would like it.” 

The idea that Calum has thought of you, especially in this occasion, warms your heart. He’s not a person who expresses what he feels, he finds it difficult to open up to the world and to the people around him and you know that that's his way of showing that he cares, by gestures, thoughts and small details.

“Thank you, Calum. We passed here yesterday and it was magical in the sun, I didn't expect to love it even more at night.”

The car crosses a bridge and the Seine is illuminated, leading you to fall even more in love with this city. It is definitely the most romantic city in the world, as everyone says.

“Close your eyes.” Calum whispers, taking your hand and putting them on your eyes.

“Wait, why? What are you doing?” You ask but he stays silent. Your heart beats fast. 

Before you know it, the car stops and Calum talks to the driver. You are tempted to open your eyes and peek but the idea that he has decided to surprise you makes you feel too much guilt to do it so you decide to keep your hands on your face.

Calum opens the door, “Give me your hand but keep your eyes closed, okay?” You nod before holding out your hand. He grabs it and, being careful not to hurt you, he gets you out of the car.

You walk  for a while, the noise of the stones is loud as you walk on them and the wind ruffles your hair.

“Keep your eyes still closed for a moment.” He whispers in your ear making you feel chills all over your body.

You feel him moving away and you try to use your senses to understand where you are. You hear people talking in the distance, the noise of some cars behind you as you play with your fingers to entertain yourself while you wait. You aren’t afraid, there’s no single cell in your body that feels fear, you trust him too much to think about the idea that he left you there. He would be ready to climb the highest mountain and cross the hottest deserts to come to you, there’s no emergency that’ll let him leave your side. 

Since the first moment his eyes saw you, he knew that he couldn’t let you go.

You feel someone stand in front of you before you hear him speak: “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

Calum is standing in front of you, he’s looking straight in your eyes to see your reaction. He’s holding a red rose in his right hand and a huge smile is on his lips. Behind him, the Eiffel Tower is majestic, a source of light in the dark of the night. You’re left speechless, the magic you’re living is impossible to explain with words. It seems like billions of stars are joined by surrounding the structure, illuminating it and making it something eternal.  

There are a few people in the distance, taking photos of the structure and laughing at each other. 

There’s a musician on the side of the tower, she’s playing songs that you’re not familiar with and yet they seem to be perfect for this moment. They might be love songs, or even sad songs, but the melody envelops the atmosphere that surrounds you, making you look like the protagonists of a dream.

“Calum.” It’s the only thing you’re able to say. He’s standing there, between you and the Eiffel Tower, one of the most beautiful attraction in the entire world and yet his beauty almost steals the spotlight. But he’ll never know.

He grins and turns around to admire the structure. You reach to take your phone from the pocket of your jacket and take a picture of him, of the Tower, of everything that is surrounding you. Something to look at when you’ll need to think about a happy memory. 

“I’m in love. That’s it. I know what love looks like now.” You said admiring the view. 

“With me?” He looks at you smiling.

“You wish, don’t you?.” 

He laughs and there’s no sound that could be better than that. Not even a view could be more beautiful. Calum Hood laughing in front of the Eiffel Tower, in the middle of the night, surrounded by stars is a sight that no one will ever experience and you hold this moment close to your heart.

“I’m moving here.” You say after a few minutes of silence. 

“You can’t.” 

“Why?” 

“I can’t live without you.” Your heart skips a beat. “How am I supposed to wake up on time and to go to all my appointments if you don’t remind me?” You both laugh. 

“Fine, I’ll honor you with my presence for a little while longer.” 

“Thank you.” 

For a moment, you look straight into each other's eyes. The world seems to stop, except for the Tower and the music in the distance. Calum takes a piece of your hair behind your ear and you can see your reflection in his eyes. 

“It’s getting late, we should go.” He whispers close to your lips.

“Do we really have to go?” You want to close your eyes but you can’t seem to leave the sight of his face. A face that you see everyday but that you can’t get enough of. 

“Yeah but this’ll be our little secret. A place that you can escape to when you’re tired of the world. It’s gonna be here-” He says before pointing to your mind, “-and here.” He stops pointing to your heart and for a second you stop breathing.

“We have too many secrets, Calum.” You say as he takes your hand and walks towards the Taxi. You can’t see his face but his body language is telling you that he’s smiling.

He opens the door of the car and gets in and you follow him, not before looking at the Eiffel Tower one last time and taking a deep breath. 

The drive back to the party passes quickly and silently, your head is again resting on Calum's shoulder and his head is resting on yours, your hands are intertwined as you play with your fingers while the stereo plays slow, almost inaudible music.

“We are here.” The driver says with a strong accent and you realize that you're back in that building. You both get out of the car and while Calum pays for the ride, you look around you. 

“It’s okay to escape reality every once in a while, as long as you remember to come back to reality to me.” He whispers while you get inside the house and you look at him confused before noticing the scene in front of you. 

As you enter through the big door, you see that everything looks exactly as when you left. People are doing the same things they were doing before and while you throw your jacket on the couch, you notice that the stereo is playing the same playlist it was playing a couple of hours ago. 

Calum is back at talking with Roy and Luke, he’s holding a drink and he’s laughing at something his friend is saying.

You go back to the group you were with at the start of the party, nobody seemed to have noticed your absence. The girl in front of you keeps talking about the promotion she got at work but you’re not really listening. 

You look around before your gaze gets placed in front of you and you notice that Calum is looking at you too, he gives you a questioning look and winks before turning his attention back to his friends.

You smile.

[stupid-stew]

The Blame Game

me when I have an idea and have never written fan fiction before and then accidentally write 3,000 words about it OOPSIES anyways I was like what if Eda got mad at Luz after YBOS and um could not get that out of my head

EDA

Eda was tired

So tired

Too much had happened over the course of the last day, she hadn’t had any time to think, but now she had a moment to herself, thinking was all she could do. All the events of the last 24 hours, heck the last 30 years, they all came back to her at once.

Lilith had cursed her? Her own sister? And then betrayed the emperor for her? First she’d been hurt by Lilith and then saved by her, and now Lilith was living under her roof? They’d barely talked at all in the last several decades, and now Eda was expected to just be ok with it? Just like that? After the screaming match they’d had not even an hour ago, Eda wasn’t sure there would be much talking at all for the next few days, not like she wasn’t used to it. There was too much to unpack with her sister right now, she felt too hurt to give it any more of her attention. And Luz, poor Luz, oh that kid was going to be the death of her-

A quiet whisper of “Hey Eda?” interrupted her spiraling thoughts.

Eda sat up from her nest and saw the focus of her thoughts standing in her doorway, “What’s up kid?”

What was Luz still doing awake? It was too late, was she having issues sleeping too? It wouldn't be surprising, the kid was probably traumatized up the wall.

Luz moved her mouth, but Eda didn’t hear a word she said, still consumed by her own brain

Luz, her kid. Eda supposed that she might as well admit to herself she loved the kid at this point. But what was she thinking, breaking into the emperor’s castle like that? Didn’t she know she could have gotten herself hurt, others hurt. Eda got hurt, Eda got hurt beyond repair, she’d lost her powers. Her powers had been the only thing keeping her alive, keeping her sane. What was she going to do without her magic? She couldn't live without it, she was the most powerful witch on the boiling isles for titan’s sake, but what is a witch without her power? And if Luz hadn’t broken into the castle, regardless of her intentions, maybe Eda could have had a shot at keeping her powers longer, but no, Luz just had to play the hero didn’t she, everyone else be damned huh?

“Get out” Eda said flatly

“And th- what?” Luz said, startled and confused by the sudden interruption

“I said get out, I don’t want to see you right now” she replied sharply

“Eda I don’t understa-”

“Of course you don’t understand, why would you, why would you ever think about anyone else, you didn’t even think about the repercussions of breaking into the castle”

“Eda I promise I didn’t mean for any of this to happen I just wanted to…”

“No.” Eda cut her off abruptly “I know what you wanted, you wanted to play the hero, you wanted to be back in your imaginary fantasy world where nobody gets hurt and you can always save the day, you wanted to win, guess what kiddo, you won. You won and everyone else got to lose.”

“Eda, I don’t understand what you’re trying to say…” Luz trailed off with tears forming behind her eyes

Something in eda snapped.

“I’M SAYING IF IT WEREN’T FOR YOU I MIGHT STILL HAVE MY POWERS, I MIGHT STILL BE MYSELF. IT’S YOUR FAULT LUZ. IF YOU HAD TAKEN EVEN A MOMENT TO THINK BEYOND HAVING TO BE THE ONE TO SAVE ME, THEN YOU WOULDN’T HAVE NEEDED SAVING AND I COULD STILL BE LOOKING FOR A CURE. LUCKY YOU, I NO LONGER HAVE ANY MAGIC TO SAVE MYSELF SO MAYBE YOU CAN STILL BE THE HERO YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO BE AFTER ALL. I. DON’T. WANT. TO. SEE. YOU. RIGHT. NOW.”

There was a stunned silence after those last words, Eda slapped her hand over her mouth, shocked at her own outburst, and Luz doubly as hurt by the words. She didn’t know where that had come from, of course she knew that Luz hadn’t meant for any of this to happen, it wasn’t the kid’s fault Eda was cursed, much less her fault that Eda was a wanted criminal who had gotten herself caught. It was her choice to go save Luz from Lilith, even when the kid was being pressed into spikes she was more worried about the older witch than her own wellbeing.

“Luz-” Eda said, taking her hand away from her mouth to reach out towards the now shaking teen, not sure how to even begin to repair the damage she had just caused.

“No, it’s ok.” Luz cut her off, her voice breaking, “I’ll give you your space, I’m sorry.”

“Kid wait-”

The door shut with a quiet click, once again leaving Eda alone in the silence with her thoughts. She fell back into her nest.

Shit.

LUZ

Luz wasn’t sure what had just happened. She had never heard Eda yell at anyone like that before, well now with the exception of Lilith, and herself.

Was it something Luz had done? She was just telling Eda about how she had fought Belos, maybe if she replayed the events in her head…

*5 minutes earlier*

Luz stood outside the massive door to Eda’s room, not sure whether or not to enter. Eda was under a lot of stress, that had to be taking a toll on her, maybe she should just walk away and come back tomorrow…

No, this can’t wait, Eda needs to know

Luz sighed and reluctantly stepped into the doorway. Eda was laying down in her nest with her eyes closed, was she asleep?

“Hey Eda?” Luz asked in a whisper, not wanting to wake the witch if she was finally resting.

Much to Luz’s surprise, Eda sat up. “What’s up kid?”

Eda’s voice had sounded warm, which was a shock to Luz, she had half expected Eda to be mad at her, titan knew she blamed herself enough for the two of them already, but her voice also sounded empty. Maybe Luz was making a mistake, she should leave Eda alone for a little while longer. No, it was probably better to get it over with.

“Hey I’m sorry to bother you, but I need to tell you something.” Eda didn’t respond, so Luz took that as a sign to keep going. “Ok so you know how you gave me the portal key? When you and King and Lilith were up on the platform, Belos wanted to speak to me alone.” she paused, waiting for some kind of reaction, receiving none. “He wanted the portal, and I gave it to him, don’t worry, I set it on fire… which kind of means that I’m stuck here, and th-”

And then Eda had gotten mad, really mad. Was she mad about the portal? No of course it wasn’t about the portal, it was about Luz. Eda was mad at Luz. Eda hated her, maybe she should just leave, spare Eda the reminder of who made her lose her powers every time she saw Luz’s face. And the worst part is that Eda was right, she had gotten too caught up in trying to save Eda that she forgot that she could have gotten hurt. Maybe all those people back home were right, she was too caught up in her fantasy wor-

“OUCH”

Luz ran into something, more accurately, someone. She had been so caught up in her own thoughts that she hadn’t been looking in front of her and had run right into Lilith.

“Oh my titan, Luz I am so sorry are you ok?” Lilith fussed over her, seeming genuinely worried about Luz

“What do you care.” Luz scoffed, immediately regretting her words when she saw Lilith’s face drop at her words. “I’m sorry, I guess I should be asking if you’re ok as well seeing as I was the one that ran into you”

“Oh, I guess we are both at fault then, seeing as I wasn’t watching my step either, nonetheless I do apologize. What are you doing up so late? Does Edalyn not have a bedtime set for you?”

Luz took mild offense to the fact that Lilith thought of her as such a child, but most of the pain came from the fact that Lilith thought Eda still cared about her enough to make sure she got proper sleep. Instead of admitting that to Lilith, Luz settled to retort with “I was just coming back from her room, what are you even doing in the house? Didn’t eda strictly forbid you from coming in here until she says otherwise?”

Lilith chuckled slightly at that, which caught Luz off guard, but Lilith’s reply quickly caught her thoughts away from that “I suppose you’re right, but I heard screaming and wanted to make sure nobody was hurt, I guess if you were just in her room then you’re both probably fine, perhaps you could tell me what that was all about?”

And then Luz lost it.

LILITH

Lilith wasn’t sure what to do. Luz hated her, had every right to, but as she stood in the dark hallway with the teenager wrapped around her waist and sobbing, let’s just say she was more than a little bit confused. She expected a lot of emotions from Luz, anger, hatred, rage, was screaming an emotion? Maybe it should count as one. But this? This was very very far down on the list.

“Luz? What’s wrong?”

The girl mumbled something in between sobs into her dress, but it was completely inaudible.

Lilith continued to stand there with her arms out and away from Luz for another minute, not wanting to touch the girl and make her uncomfortable, and at an utter loss for how to comfort her. Not even a day ago they had been seated on the floor of a clearing in the human world while Lilith had shamefully explained herself, how had she ended up here?

Slowly, Lilith placed her hands on the younger girl’s shoulders and pushed her away enough to see her face, Lilith was horrified to see the girl had been really sobbing, hard, her face barely visible in the dark somehow still managed to show levels of pain she didn’t think were possible for someone so young.

“Luz, ” Lilith said as clearly as she could while keeping her voice soft “what’s wrong?”

She listened quietly as Luz tried to explain to her the conversation she had just had with Eda. Lilith was shocked. She had never expected Eda to yell like that at Luz, she had barely seen them interact, but she still knew that her sister cared deeply for the human, and had never expected that sort of outburst to happen, especially in Luz’s direction. Lilith knew that Eda didn’t mean it, but did Luz know that? Of course she didn’t. Lilith was used to Eda yelling at her, she took it and understood where she was coming from, but for her to snap at Luz like that? Something had to be wrong.

“Luz, look at me” Lilith looked down at the still crying girl wrapped around her waist, waiting for her to make eye contact before kneeling down on one knee to get eye level with her while still keeping her hands on Luz’s shoulders. “I need you to listen to me, ok?” Luz nodded, wiping her eyes. “Ok, this is absolutely not your fault. None of it. I don’t know why Edalyn has decided to place the blame on you, but she was wrong to do so.” Luz didn’t look convinced. Titan, Lilith thought, this girl must have really taken what Eda had said to heart. “The blame is on me, Edalyn, and Belos. Not. You. I am responsible for Eda’s curse and capturing you, for which I will never stop apologizing. Eda and I are responsible for the battle and any harm that came to you during it. I am responsible for capturing Eda, Belos is responsible for her losing her powers, even I played a part in that. None of that is on you. At all.”

Luz looked at her blankly, Lilith was unsure what to do, she had never been good with words, had she said something wrong?

“Promise?” Luz asked softly

Lilith looked at the girl in front of her, the girl who had put her life on the line for her sister, the girl who had fought the emperor and ultimately won, in all her years in the coven she had never seen Kikimora look that terrified, and Belos was a scary man, this kid was so strong, and here she was, asking the woman who had put her life in danger out of spite, for a promise.

Lilith raised her hand and drew a dim blue circle in the air, grabbed Luz’s wrist, and pulled her hand through it. “I promise none of this was your fault, and I will do everything in my power to make sure any part of it that was mine gets remedied in full.”

Their hands glowed faintly for a moment before the light went out.

“So,” Lilith began, “what do you say we get started on that promise?”

Luz, still holding onto Lilith’s hand, nodded and allowed the witch to walk her down the hallway, back to the doors where this had all begun.

EDA

Shit Shit Shit

Eda had spent the last half hour trying to think of any way to make up with Luz, she had never meant to say any of that at all, she didn’t blame Luz, not at all, she blamed herself, and Lilith, and Belos, but mostly herself

For the second time that night, Eda found her thoughts interrupted by someone in her doorframe, this time though there was no word of warning, just a silhouette.

“Lilith?” Eda asked, squinting to try and see her mystery visiter, splitting the curse must have split her night vision as well, add that to the list of awful things that had happened

“Yes.”

It was a simple reply, but enough to make Eda jump out of her nest, “What the hell Lily, I thought I told you so stay out of here, what if Luz saw you?”

“Actually…” Lilith started before tugging lightly on something out of the door frame, bringing luz out from behind the wall.

She’s been crying was all Eda thought.

“Lily I swear to titan if she has even a scratch on her-” Eda began to threaten, but then she remembered. “Oh”

“Yeah, I ran into her in the hall,” her sister replied, “can we come in? I think you have some explaining to do”

Eda nodded sadly, seeing Luz this upset, knowing that she was the one who had caused this, it was almost too much, and when Eda got upset, she had a tendency to run her mouth, so she just started talking as soon as Luz had gotten sat down and Lilith had left the room.

“Look kid, I’m sorry. I know that doesn't even begin to make up for what I said, but I mean it. None of this is your fault, I mean you could have been a little more careful, but the blame isn’t yours. I was having a rough time, which isn’t an excuse for the things I said, but I got mad and snapped at you. I wasn’t even mad at you, I was mad at myself, and I took it out on you and that was wrong of me. I was upset about the loss of my magic, it meant a lot to me, but you need to know that it’s not your fault it’s gone. I’m sorry. I was playing the blame game and you’re the one who lost, even though you weren’t the one playing. You didn’t deserve me yelling at you like that and I am so so so-”

“It’s ok.” Luz cut her off.

“-rry. What?”

“It’s ok Eda. I get it. I know you were mad, and I wish you hadn’t said those things, but I know it wasn’t my fault.” Luz said, looking the older witch right in the eyes.

Eda sighed a heavy sigh, “Good.” They looked at each other for a moment before Eda remembered. “What were you in the doorway for?”

“I had something to tell you, but I think it can wait until morning.”

“Luz, I think it is morning” Eda chuckled, looking out the window to see the sun on the horizon.

“Then it can wait until the afternoon!” the teenager exclaimed back.

Luz got up to leave, but Eda grabbed her by the wrist “and just where do you think you’re going?”

“Back to my room? Eda I have to sleep.”

Eda yanked her wrist, pulling her back into the nest “what a coincidence, I have to sleep too! Maybe we could have an apology nest party?”

Luz laughed, slightly taken aback by Eda’s sudden affection, but relieved to see that she was actually sorry and didn’t mean any harm. “Fine by me.”

“Love you, kiddo.”

“I love you too, Eda.”

They lay in silence for a moment before Eda startled Luz by yelling “LOVE YOU LILY!”

There is a sudden scrambling outside of the door and the sound of a witch’s footsteps could be heard retreating back down the stairs.

“How did you know she was still listening?” Luz asked between giggles

“She never was a quiet walker, it would have been hard for me to miss her walking away”

That was the first good sleep Eda had in years, no thoughts eating away at her, no nightmares, no curse dreams, just her and her kid.

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