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littlemissmentallyunstable · 6 months ago

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title: the mysterious blonde (PART 2)

pairing: grayson hawthorne x (first person) reader

synopsis: you are gigi’s best friend and you’re working on a project together… but her mysterious brother grayson hawthorne seems to be around every corner lately, it’s like you can’t avoid him… not that you’re complaining because maybe, just maybe you have a little thing for him…

parts: PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

warnings:

a/n: there is a first part to this story, so if I were you I’d check that one out first… and there is also a third part when you finish this one… this part is also very long, so apologies. thank you for reading :)

tag list: there is not tag list but let me know if you want to be on it :)

Gigi and I work on the project for a couple more hours after dinner but when it was getting a little too late I knew I needed to go.

“You know you can just sleep over,” Gigi says.

“I know but I need to get home tonight, maybe another time,” I reply, gathering my things.

“I have a spare toothbrush if that’s what you’re worried about,” she reassured me, “and it’s not been used at all.”

I laugh, she knows me too well, “no it’s not just that but thanks for letting me know. I promise I’ll stay another night just not tonight.”

“Okay,” she pouts, “but I’ll miss you.”

“I’m literally going to see you tomorrow,” I say.

Gigi gasps holding her heart, “no! Not tomorrow! That’s so long away!”

She falls backwards into her bed and plays dead.

I laugh, “you’ll survive.”

She sits up, her wide eyes looking almost impossible to say no to, “It’ll be difficult.”

“You’ll manage,” I chuckle as together we walk down the stairs.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” she asks one last time.

I nod sadly, then notice Savannah in the living room.

I poke my head in, “bye Savannah, see you soon.”

“Bye Y/N,” she winks at me, blowing me a kiss. I pretend to catch in the air and touch my cheek. She grins widely at me and sends me off with a quick wave. I make my way back towards the door, pulling my shoes on. I’m tying my laces when a voice comes from behind me.

“Are you leaving?”

I turn around and there he is. Grayson.

I nod, standing up straight, “gotta get some sleep.”

“Are you going to be okay on your own? It’s dark out,” he says, sounding almost concerned. It makes me want to kiss him even more.

“Oh yeah I’ll be find don’t worry,” I curse the words leaving my lips and curse myself for saying them

“I don’t mind taking you back, I’m going back to my home anyway,” he offers again.

“I don’t want to be any trouble,” I smiled shyly, tucking the loose strands of hair out of the way.

“You wouldn’t be,” he murmurs quietly, softly. I almost melt right there and then on the spot but pull myself together quickly to give an appropriate reply.

“It’s okay, I’ve done the journey a thousand times, I’m sure I’ll survive,” I assure him.

Now why the hell did I say that? I mentally kick myself for giving up time with that beautiful thing and make sure I have everything, that’s when I realise what I’m missing.

“Oh shoot, I forgot my jumper,” I groan aloud, knowing I’ll have to take my shoes off and put them back on all over again.

“I’ll go and grab it,” Grayson offers.

“It’s okay I can-“

“No I’ve got it, the grey one right?” he makes sure.

My face flushes, he remebers what I wore, “yeah that one.”

I want to jump up and down and do a happy dance but I manage to stop myself. Feeding into my delusions I convince myself that he definitely memorised the colour of my jumper because he’s madly in love with me not just because he’s a regular person who’s seen me in the last two hours who can recollect the colour of jumper. Grayson returns within a few moments holding my jumper. He walks towards me. It’s probably the closest I’ve been to him all night. It’s only now I notice how nice he smells. Not that I was sniffing him but he was naturally giving off the smell of his cologne, how I hoped to be giving off my perfume.

“Thank you so much,” I smile bashfully as he hands he the jumper. Our hands brush for a fraction of a second and I think my heart stops beating. I know this moment will replay non stop in my mind until there is twelve fanfiction and several movies made about the slightest of contact.

“You’re most welcome,” he says, “it was nice to meet you.”

“Yeah you too,” I reply, “… well goodbye, for now.”

“Goodbye for now,” he repeats, retreating to wherever he came.

I wipe the idiotic grin off of my face and turn back to Gigi, who’d I forgotten was standing there the whole time. And I suddenly felt guilty for that but brushed it off to say my goodbyes. It was then she asked me a question.

“So what did you think of my brother?”

“He seemed nice,” I say, except he was a bit more than nice to me. He was a gentleman who was sweet and really hot and irresistibly poetic. I wanted nothing more than to run my fingers through his golden hair and kiss him with the much passion his lips would burn and his eyes would water… but of course I couldn’t tell Gigi that.

“I think he liked you,” she says,

“What?” I exclaim a little too loudly, my eyes wide, my heart racing in anticipation and excitement and maybe even fear,

“I think he thought you were really nice too and he definitely approves of you as my friend,” she adds.

I’d clearly gotten the wrong end of the stick. Now I felt entirely stupid for believing for a second that someone like him could ever like someone like me.

“Oh,” I say trying to stop my sinking heart and to not sound too disappointed, “that’s good then.”

Gigi nods, “same again tomorrow?”

“You got it girl,” I nod.

She hugs me tightly and kisses my forehead, before softly booping my nose, “see you later alligator.”

I do the same to her, replying with, “in a while crocodile.”

***

That night I lay in my bed and I couldn’t stop thinking about Grayson Hawthorne. Everything about him was on my mind. And oh his voice. It replayed over and over like a broken record but I didn’t care. It actually soothed me, made me feel calmer. I could see in my mind every inch of his perfect face. The exact few flecks of blue in his stormcloud eyes when the light hits them right, the way his eyelashes are darker than his golden hair and the fact that he wore a single silver band on his middle finger.

The next few days I’d go to Gigi’s hoping Grayson would be there too. But the next day he wasn’t, much to my disappointment. Gigi and I worked on the project all through the afternoon and evening and yet he failed to make an appearance. I left feeling somewhat unfulfilled and disappointed. Even though I didn’t see him in person though, I did see him that night. I never dreamed vividly but that night I had the most spectacular dream I’ve ever had. It was like I had some obsessive disorder over the guy, I cared so much he was not infecting my sleep. I’d dreamed of us sitting on a sunset beach in each other’s arms, discussing a future that revolved around our love for one another.

When I wake up suddenly and sit up straight in my bed. I come to a realisation. I just might be in love with Grayson Hawthorne.

***

On Friday, I sleep over, just as I had promised Gigi. After finishing the project and then possibly having a dance party in celebration, we feel straight to sleep in her bed. I am awoken by nothing in particular and roll over. Gigi is still asleep, her limbs spread across the entirety of the bed, even my side, snoring in the most adorable way. I smile and then lay back into my back staring up at the plain, empty ceiling. I decide that I need a cup of tea. I’m comfortable enough with everyone in this house to know that I shouldn’t be shy to make myself a cup of tea in the morning. I was often over at Gigi’s house and everyone living here was constantly reminding me to just grab whatever I wanted when I wanted it. I crawl over Gigi’s body, careful not to land on her or wake her. Not that it would be possible, she was such a deep sleeper, I doubted an earthquake could wake her.

Once I’d made my way out of the bed, I pulled a pair of socks on and left the room. I didn’t bother to brush my hair or wash my face, presuming I’d just walk back up after my tea was ready. I yawn, walking down the stairs lazily, in attempts to get to the kitchen. I slowly grab a mug from the cupboard and put the kettle on to boil.

“Good morning.”

The voice is so surprising that I jump out my skin, screaming aloud. I spin around, clutching my chest, breathing heavily to recover from the initial shock. None other than Grayson Hawthorne is standing behind me shirtless… fucking shirtless. It was 6am in the morning and this man looks like some sort of glowing Greek god in contrast to me who has raccoon eyes and a rat’s nest for hair.

“Sorry if I startled you,” he says soothingly.

I let a breath out, “oh, no worries. Just didn’t expect anyone to be here.”

I run my finger through in attempt to tame the knotted mess and quickly brush the sleep from my eyes, suddenly realising I was standing there in my pyjamas. I try and not let my face heat up as I lean on the kitchen side.

“I thought you were only Wednesdays?” I say, tilting my head slightly.

“I wanted to stay for the weekend, my brothers are all off elsewhere and it’s nice to spend some time with my sisters,” he explains.

Suddenly I feel guilty… was I stealing him away from his sisters?

“Sorry if I’m getting in the way,” I say.

“Oh no no no, not like that,” he says quickly, “it’s nice to spend time with you too, I’ve missed so much of their lives so even the little things like getting to know who my sisters friends are, are important moments for me.”

“Oh… thanks…” I reply awkwardly as the kettle finishes boiling, “okay so I’m going to make some tea, care for any?”

“Yes, actually,” he nods, smiling slightly, “I was just going to do that.”

“Do you drink tea a lot?” I ask, trying not to cringe at my own horrible small talk skills.

“A cup every morning,” Grayson replies, “you?”

“Exactly the same,” I smile.

I make the two mugs of tea in silence, feeling his eyes pinned to my every move. It made me nervous that he was staring so intently. I discover that he too only takes a splash of milk in his tea and no sugar. We stand together, leaning on the counters, drinking our cups of tea.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night at dinner,” he says.

“Last night?” I ask, trying to recall the dinner, “oh I’d literally forgotten, it’s okay”

He nods and takes a delicate sip of tea, then begins to say, “Y/N-“

“Morning.”

I turn to see Savannah waking through the door in full sports gear, holding her training bag. Her hair was in a dutch plait the went into a ponytail. She freezes when she sees both me, in my pyjamas, and a shirtless Grayson, standing together drinking tea in her kitchen. Savannah gaze flicks between me and Grayson a few time before narrows her eyes at me. I subtly shake my head, knowing what she was presuming. Her eyebrow quivers upwards but I ignore it.

“Morning,” Grayson replies, “did you sleep okay?”

“Fine,” she says quickly, “I see you two are getting acquainted.”

She stares me down accusingly and I sigh, “yes, well it’s nice to meet my best friends’ brother.”

“Maybe a bit more than nice,” she murmurs under her breath so I can hear but Grayson can’t.

“Not true,” I whisper.

“How long have you been up anyway?” she asks, directing the question at Grayson.

“About half an hour,” he says.

“I’m off to train, see you guys later,” she says, grabbing some food and water before heading out of the door.

Neither me nor Grayson dare to say anything else. Empty space hangs in the air and there’s something we both want to say but are too cowardly to do so.

“She doesn’t like me talking to you,” he says, being the brave one of the two of us.

“Oh?” I question, playing dumb.

“I don’t know why but she doesn’t,” he shrugs.

“Oh that’s a shame,” I say, “does that mean you’re going to stop talking to me?”

“Well I never said that,” Grayson replies, “I’m not someone who does something based on others likes or dislikes and I don’t intend to start today.”

“That’s good then,” I smile, taking another swig of my now lukewarm tea.

He smiles back softly and I hear my heart thumping in my ears. In this moment words aren’t needed, conversation is unnecessary, talking seems silly. Because everything is carried in our eyes and our smiles that we can’t seem to shake. I take in his beauty again and enjoy this silent moment. His eyes and glued to mine and neither of us can seem to physically turn away at this point in time.

Interrupting the moment was a small voice attached to a sleepy face and oversized teddy-bear slippers, “am I the last up?”

Gigi trudged into the kitchen also in her pyjamas, one sleeve falling off of her shoulder. Her loose braids had nearly completely falling out, baby hairs flying everywhere. She looked the most tired out of all of us despite getting the most sleep. Grayson and I immediately turn our eyes away from one another.

“Of course,” I tease her, poking my tongue out.

“Where’s Savannah then?” she counters, arms folded, eyebrows raised.

“At training,” I reply, “you just missed her.”

“Gray? I didn’t realise you were coming so early,” she remarks, finally noticing his presence.

“Savannah let me in,” he says, “I’m going to go and get ready now.”

“Okay, see you later,” she replies, with a lopsided grin.

I watch as he walks out and as he turns back and makes eye contact with me, sending my heart fluttering. Gigi sighs and then picks up a cookbook on the side, “do you know what I’m thinking?”

“Chocolate chip pancakes?”

“You know me so well,” she says, her face breaking out into a wide smile.

“Let’s get cooking,” I say, grabbing the spatula sitting on the side.

***

Gigi and I would like to think of ourselves as somewhat pro chefs when in reality we’d make a mess, have a laugh and produce something somewhat edible. It may not always look edible but it always seemed to taste delicious. This morning our chocolate chip pancakes came out in questionable shapes and sizes but were fluffy and delicious.

“I swear we should enter a cooking show,” Gigi tells me, looking like she’d entered heaven at the first bite.

“And make chocolate chip pancakes?” I chuckle.

“What’s wrong with that? Who doesn’t love choclate chip pancakes,” she replies.

“Judges on cooking shows,” I reply, “besides look how dilapidated they look.”

“But the taste is so good,” she says, her eyes wide, almost bursting with enjoyment.

“That is one thing I can agree with,” I nod, shovelling another forkful of goodness into my mouth.

At that moment Grayson walks in and we pause conversation. He is now dressed in a suit that compliments just about any and every angle of the man. The suit had clearly tailored just to his body type. How could he be so overdressed yet act so casual? As if this were the norm. Maybe it was for him. It certainly was making me and Gigi look very uncouth still in our pyjamas.

“We made pancakes,” Gigi tells him proudly, “you should try them, they’re like eating liquid gold.”

“Liquid gold doesn’t sound all that appetising,” he replies.

Gigi groans, “just try this.”

She stands up and puts a bit of pancake into her brother’s mouth. He has no choice but to try it now. He chews thoughtfully and swallows. And suddenly I’m nervous and I don’t even know why because it’s just a pancake. Just a chocolate chip pancake that I’d baked with my best friend and I was absolutely petrified of what Grayson would think.

“They’re actually really good,” he nods.

I take a breath of relief and feel stupid for feeling so worried over a damn pancake.

“See?” she says.

“I’m going out for a walk,” Grayson tells her, “I’ll be back in in an hour, alright?”

“Okay,” Gigi nods.

“Anyone need anything,” he asks.

“No,” she replies.

“Y/N?”

I startle at my own name and startle even more when I realise he cared enough to ask me.

I look up and smile, praying my blush wasn’t as bold as I felt it was, “no thank you.”

He nods and leaves. I listen as the door shuts and his footsteps fade. When I turn back to Gigi she’s grinning widely and staring right at me.

“What?” I ask her, my tone flat and bored.

“You like him!” she exclaims.

“No I don’t,” I lie.

“How did you know who I was talking about?” she grins, backing me into a corner.

“Because the only ‘him’ around just walked out of this house,” I say, keeping my cool. She could not find out.

“Okay but you like him,” she presses on.

“I don’t Gigi,” I state, more harshly than I’d intended.

“Yes you do!” she tells me.

“Yes I do,” I groan, giving up on keeping this pathetic lie going on any longer.

“Oh my sparkling rainbow gumdrops you like him, you like him, you like him,” she yells, disguarding her beloved pancakes.

“Scream it even louder Gigi I don’t think the aliens Jupiter quite heard you,” I hiss.

“Sorry but this is the biggest piece of news in my life,” she squeals practically bouncing up and down, “my best friend likes my brother.”

“He cannot know,” I warn, my tone sincere and dangerous.

“My lips are sealed,” she grins, miming locking her lips and throwing away the key.

“I mean it Gigi,” I say.

“I know you do,” she says sincerely before she breaks out into a large smile, “you two would actually look so cute together! Oh my flying sea-lions and leprechauns when you guys get married we’ll be sisters!”

“Woah woah woah, slow down,” I say with a nervous laugh. Leave it to Gigi to start envisaging a whole lifetime of us together.

“Can’t,” she tells me, “I’m already picturing the wedding.”

“Gigi!” I exclaim.

“And your children,” she cries, clutching the left side of her chest melodramatically, “oh they’d be so cute,”

“Oh my-“

“I think we should get some coffee and discuss your future,” she says, a bit too seriously for my liking

“You are not going anywhere near coffee espeically not now and there is no future,” I reply, “I like him sure, but nothing will come of it I’m sure. He’s probably got his eye on some pretty, smart, rich girl.”

“I ship you too hard for him to fall for a pretty, smart, rich girl,” she says, “besides why would he rather that than a drop-dead gorgeous, kind and funny girl, he’s really missing out if you ask me.”

“Thanks Gigi, but I don’t think it’s happening,” I sigh

“That’s a shame because I already had so many dress options to show you,” Gigi explains, “there’s literally a whole catalogue upstairs.”

“You are mental,” I laugh.

“But you love me,” she smile sweetly.

“But I love you,” I reply.

a/n: I promise there is way more grayson x reader action in PART 3 but I hope you enjoyed this anyways :)

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beah388love · 5 months ago

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Shark week

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Pairing: Daniel Desario x Fem!reader

Summary: Your period decides to attack you so you can’t make it to school and call in sick.

Warnings: period, swearing, bad language, mentions of blood, mentions of weed and pornos!!! (Please tell me if I missed any!!!)

++ I’ve been trying to add this to my Pinner masterlist but it won’t work every time I’ve tried! Please tell me how to fix it if you know!!!! & I have a lando post coming soon!!! 💛🧡

“Y/n! Y/n! Wake uuppppppp!” Your little brother screamed as he shook you and poked your arm.

You jumped up confused as to what was happening “what?! What’s wrong?” You asked worried and he looked at you with widened eyes “Y- your bleeding!” He said distraught, you was confused until you looked down at your legs and saw the blood covering your bottom half and only was it then did you feel the uncomfortable wet patch under your ass.

“Are you okay?!” He asked you worried and you quickly rushed to cover his eyes with one hand “I’m okay Mikey! I just uh- I’m on my period..” you said and he nodded “I remeber! Sometimes you bleed on your period!” Michael explained as he remembered the last couple times you’ve been on your period and needs help getting toilet roll whilst on the toilet.

“Mikey can you go wake up everyone please? Not dad though don’t wake up dad.” You asked and he nodded before carefully and quietly running off to wake everyone else up.

You took this as your chance to get up and have a quick shower and change into some new clothes and change your bed sheets.

You was checking your phone when you saw Daniel messaged you but you doubled over and held onto your stomach, it felt like your uterus was trying to kill you.

“Ah oh my fucking god! You son of a bitch” you shouted in a whisper as you held onto your stomach.

You powered through your cramps making sure to get all your brothers to school first.

“Breakfast for you, you, you, you, you an- where’s Joey?” You asked when you reached his empty chair “he wouldn’t wake up” mikey and Ben said in unison, “I can wake him up” Wayne said and you smiled “it’s okay Wayne I’ll do it” you said.

“did you wake Tommy up?” You asked mikey and he shook his head as he chewed on his bacon.

You walked towards joeys room as you shook tommys bottle in your hands mixing the warm milk. Joey was lying on his bed with pillow covering his face. “I know you’re awake.”

“I don’t want to go.” he said into his pillow his speech muffled, “why?” You asked as you sat down next to him removing the pillow from his face.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do. Talk to me.” You said and he sighed as he sat up.

“I just- I don’t know- Sam’s been ignoring me and I don’t know why.” He admitted with a sad huff.

“Well I think you should go to school and ask him. Straight to his face and whatever he says I guarantee can be changed, explained or talked about.” You said and he nodded with a smile.

“Okay I will.”

“Alright c’mon then go eat your breakfast! Love you.” You said making him laugh.

“Love you too” he said as he left to go eat his breakfast.

You huffed as you got up from his bed “now to wake Tommy up….”

You leaned over the cot and gently lifted up Tommy resting him in your arms as he began to cry “I know I know..I know you hate wake up time, I do to.” You spoke softly as you fed him his bottle, his cries dying down.

You walked back to your brothers and they had all finished breakfast and surprisingly had all their school stuff ready, “get in the car please guys” you said and they all quickly got into your car. You had to buy a shitty seven seater car for your birthday since you couldn’t fit all your brothers in your dad’s car so you had to sell his.

“Can somebody give Tommy his dummy?” You asked as you looked in the mirror and smiled when you saw Ben carefully putting his dummy in his mouth.

“Thank you”

You tried to focus on the road as your cramps attacked you.

“Ah fuck” you whispered “that’s a bad word!” Mikey giggled as he pointed at you.

“I didn’t say a bad word! I said..duck” you said trying to save yourself and it somewhat worked.

“Yeah yeah.” Mikey said crossing his arms and sitting back in his car seat.

“Okay bye I love you!” You waved through the half rolled down car window, Joey and Wayne looked at you confused.

“You’re not coming?” Wayne asked and you shook your head.

“I’m in so much pain I can’t I’m calling in sick but ill pick you up okay” you said and he nodded, “Ibuprofen is in the cupboard” Wayne said and you smiled with a nod “okay thank you, I love you” you said as you began to drive off “love you too” he said before he you drove away.

“Where’s y/n going?” Joey asked wayne.

“She’s sick so she’s staying at home” Wayne said playing with the zip on his bag before walking off to meet up with his friends.

“Okay…” joey said confused.

- Daniel’s POV:

I leaned up against y/n’s locker waiting for her, she was supposed to be here ten minutes ago.

“Where’s y/n?” Ken asked as he walked up to me “I don’t know she was supposed to be here, she hasn’t even responded to my texts” I said and he frowned confused.

“Maybe she’s running late? She does have to take her brothers to school.”

“Nah she messaged me yesterday that she had to take her brothers extra early so she’d meet me here.” I explained and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I dunno but I’m sure she’s fine” ken said patting me on the chest but I didn’t let it go.

“Class is in 5 desario! Get your stuff together.” mr. Kowchevski warned as he walked down the hall.

“Wait Sir! Do you know where y/n is?” I asked him and he groaned.

“I’m not allowed to give out students information desario.”

“I’m her boyfriend” I huffed and he rolled his eyes at me

“Fine…can you at least tell me if she’s okay?”

“No desario, I already told you I can’t give out students personal information! Now get to class.”

I sighed as I looked at the clock again until I saw her brother Wayne putting his bag in his locker.

“Hey! Uh- Wayne where’s y/n?” I asked him leaning on the locker next to him.

“Why.” He muttered not even looking my way.

He is very overprotective of his sister I learned that the first day I met him and he took me aside and threatened me if I hurt her, obviously I wouldn’t but he still doesn’t like me that much.

“She uh- was supposed to meet me ten minutes ago” I said scratching the back of my neck trying to ease the tension.

“She’s sick. She’s not coming.” Wayne stated looking at me with an annoyed expression before walking away but i caught up with him.

“Wha- what do you mean she’s sick? What’s wrong with her?” I asked him trying to walk with him and he huffed “Stop. Just- look, she’s on her period okay? She’s having really bad cramps. Can I go now?” Wayne said and I nodded putting my hands up defensively and he sighed walking to class.

I quickly opened my locker and grabbed my bag “hey! what are you doing?” Ken asked me confused “I’m leaving.” I said and he rolled his eyes.

“Whatever dude, it’s your detention.”

“Yeah yeah I know that. See you later, make sure to get the notes for that test for me tho!” I said and he nodded with a fake smile before walking the opposite direction of me.

I drove to the shops to grab y/n some things, I walked in and looked around finding her favourite chocolate and snacks that part was easy. But then I got to the ‘women’s section’

“Heavy flow? Medium? Or light…?” I read out confused, “a diva cup? What is that…for tea?” I said to myself as I held the box confused.

“Do you need help?” A worker asked me and I nodded embarrassed. “Uh yeah- my girlfriend is on her period and i need to buy her some things..” I said and she nodded with a smile.

“How old is she?” She asked me and I was confused what did her age have anything to do with this?

“Uh- sixteen” I said and she nodded as she grabbed two boxes one blue and one purple.

“I remember her having purple in her bathroom” I said furrowing my eyebrows trying to remember, I took the purple box from her with a tight lipped awkward smile.

“Thanks” I said and she smiled, “Aw it’s fine, I’m sure your girlfriend will appreciate your efforts. Most men don’t even acknowledge periods” she said a pinch of angriness in her voice at the end.

“I’m not like that..she’s really something special” I said smiling as I thought about her. “Awh..well I hope you have a good day..here you go” the lady smiled as she handed me the full plastic bag. “You too, thank you” I said before leaving the shop.

—

I knocked on y/n’s door, leaning in the corner of the wall, I heard her mutter something annoyed before she opened the door. “I already said I don’t want your stupid Wi-Fi shit-“ she said as she opened the door, she looked awful. Her hair was messy, she had a hot water bottle on her lower stomach, her eyes were red and sore, her cheeks were puffy and her lips were a little swollen from crying.

But she still looked so beautiful. She looked real, So naturally beautiful. No makeup just her real beauty.

“Daniel? What are you doing here?” She cut me out of my thoughts, “I uh- Wayne told me it’s shark week” I laughed and she rolled her eyes angrily about to shut the door.

“Hey! Don’t shut the door! I was just kiddin” I grinned, she opened the door glaring at me.

“Why are you here?” She asked me again.

“Wayne told me it’s shark week” I laughed making her roll her eyes. “I’m really not in the mood for jokes Daniel i have to look after Tommy and my dads asleep an-“ I cut her off with a kiss and she smiled “I’m here to help…are you going to let me in now?” I asked and she rolled her eyes playfully as she opened the door wider to let me in.

“You go lay down. Give him to me” I said and she smiled as she handed Tommy to me carefully, he stared up at me with his big blue eyes, he’s one of the cutest babies I have ever seen in my whole life.

“Alright, you go lay down and I’ll heat up the hot water bottle” I said and she sighed in relief as she laid down on the sofa.

“Be quiet though because of-“

“Your dad I know, I know” I smirked and she rolled her eyes with a grin as she laid back down onto the sofa.

“Alright tommy, shh shh it’s okay” I whispered softly as I placed him into his cot for his nap.

- Your POV

“What’s in the bag?” You asked as you saw Daniel place it onto the table, “just some things for you” he smiled as he filled up your hot water bottle.

“Here you go baby” he said as he handed you the hot water bottle along with placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. You hunched over in pain, “ah!” You hissed scrunching your face up in pain.

“Cramps?” He asked and you nodded not opening your eyes until the pain stopped. “Guess this is a good time to give you the stuff I bought” Daniel said as he hopped over the sofa and grabbed the bag.

“Right…i got you your favourite…strawberry pencils and the fizzy ones!” He said as he grabbed them both handing them to you, you gasped making him smirk “you know me so well…” you said opening them.

“And I got crisps..a dvd of Goonies and I also got you some period thingies” Daniel said making you laugh at the end.

“How did you know what ones to get?” You asked and he got all flustered. “I uh- I remembered seeing purple ones in your bathroom and one of the ladies at the shop helped me a little” he admitted making you giggle.

“I love you so so so so much” you giggled kissing him all over his face making him laugh.

“Oh and last but not least I got…chocolate!” He grinned holding it up and you gasped happily as you snatched it off of him quickly opening it and eating a piece.

“I love you so much Daniel, thank you” you smiled as you gave him a hug and another kiss on the cheek.

Daniel put the dvd in and grabbed your duvet cover from your bed and threw it on the sofa along with your pillows,

“Comfy?” He asked as he looked down at you, squashed between the sofa and pillows “yup” you said popping the p.

He climbed in with you and you laid on top of him, your leg hiked up to ease your cramps and your hot water bottle perfectly on your lower stomach, burning in the perfect way.

Daniel smiled when he felt your breathing slow and when he heard your small snores, he looked down and smiled at your face squashed on his chest. He placed a kiss on your head before watching the tv again. He bared through the pain of the scorching hot water bottle on his stomach, after all he’d have them all over his body as long as it eased your pain.

He was sweating though and had to pull the cover off of him but you was still knocked out and happy.

Until…you woke up from a sharp pain in your abdomen, it felt like someone punched you as hard as they possibly could multiple times.

You groaned out in pain catching Daniel’s attention “you okay?” He asked worriedly and you shook your head. “Ahh no it hurts so fuckin bad” you bit on your lip to distract yourself from the pain but it didn’t work.

“Here drink this” Daniel said as he handed you some water, “you sure you don’t want to have a tablet?” He asked and you shook your head “no. I’ll have one if it gets worse”

“Alright your decision” he said as he moved the hot water bottle directly on where you was holding your stomach. The pressure slowly went and the pain stopped and you sighed in relief.

“Are you good?” He asked and you nodded into his chest, snuggling your face into his neck.

“I love you” you said and he smiled looking down at your snuggled up form on top of him “I love you too” he replied and not minutes later was when Tommy woke up and began crying.

“Ugh” you groaned as you was about to get up but daniel stopped you, “I’ll get him don’t worry, just go back to sleep” he said giving you a kiss on the head and you smiled at him as you laid back down.

He got up and quickly went over to his cot, “sh sh..uh right your bottle…ah! There it is” he spoke to himself as he rocked Tommy in his arms and fed him his bottle.

“Hold his head higher” i said softly as I watched him feed him, “you’re such a softie.” I teased and he rolled his eyes at me.

“Whatever.” He said moodily making me laugh.

“You hungry?” I asked and he nodded “I think that hot water bottle burnt my stomach” he half-joked as he rested Tommy on his chest in his arms.

“Why aren’t you at school?” My dad asked making us both jump as he stood against the wall with his arms crossed.

“God! Dad you scared me! Why are you out of bed!”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“School finished early, today’s a half day.” I said and he nodded “so why’s he here?” He asked and daniel tucked his lips in an awkward smile.

“He came over to hang out..now why aren’t you in bed? you know your arthritis-” I asked and he rolled his eyes.

“I’ll go to bed later I just wanted to watch a film thas’ all” he cut me off giving me a kiss on the head before rolling a fag and smoking it outside.

“You promise your fine.”

“I swear I’m alright.” He said as he took a puff from his fag before chucking it on the ground and stepping on it.

“Now move over so I can put my show on.” He grinned as he shoved me jokingly, making me giggle.

We watched his show with him, daniel cuddled me in the corner of the sofa and my dad took Tommy off of him, cuddling with him on his side of the sofa.

“I better go pick my demonic brothers up.” I sighed as I got up and my dad gave daniel a look behind my back, gesturing for him to go with me.

Daniel knotted his brows confused until he got what he meant “I’ll go with you..” he said and I smiled “really?”

“Yeah as long as that’s okay with Mr.Kelly?” Daniel grinned and my dad rolled his eyes “don’t call me that. And yes it’s fine you can leave now…shitheads” my dad laughed and I jokingly hit him on the back of his head before leaving with daniel.

Daniel rested his hand on my thigh as he played a game on his phone, “which brother are we getting first?” He asked and I giggled.

“Uh- your favourite actually” I smirked and he gasped “Mikey?” He said and I nodded laughing as I pulled over outside his school.

“C’mon princess let’s go” I teased as I got out the car

“Don’t call me that” he warned half jokingly as he took my hand in his, swaying them as we walked to his classroom door.

“Hey y/n! Mikey! Your sisters here!” The teacher smiled and mikey came toddling out with his bag and a piece of paper, he gasped when he saw daniel making us both laugh.

Daniel bent down with his arms wide open “Danny!” He exclaimed as he threw himself into his arms. “Mikey!” He cheered as he wrapped him up in a hug.

“Alright hugs over, we gotta go get the others.” I smiled and mikey nodded with a giggle as daniel rolled his eyes.

“Fineee” daniel teased as he took mikeys hand in his.

“Hey uh y/n? I don’t know how to do this…” Daniel said confused as he tried to connect mikeys car seat straps. I laughed when I saw mikeys uncomfortable face.

“Move over I’ll do it” I laughed as I connected the seatbelt with ease.

“You stupid” mikey laughed pointing to daniel.

“Hey! I’m not stupid you little-“ Daniel cut himself off as he tickled mikey making him squeal a laugh. “Stop! Stop! Noo! HAHHAHA” he screamed laughing so hard his cheeks hurt.

“I sorry! I sorry!” He surrendered and daniel stopped tickling him with a smirk.

“Right…now ben…” I said as I got out the car.

“You stay here with mikey” I said and he nodded.

Once I got Ben he hopped in the car and smiled when he saw Daniel “why are you here?” He asked confused and daniel faked an offended gasp making him laugh.

“Ben look what I made!” Mikey showed him his picture of your family, you, him, Ben, Joey, Carl and Wayne and both your parents. “Wow! It’s amazing mikey” he smiled and mikey nodded in pride.

“Right now for my favourites….” You said sarcastically as you parked in the school car park and waited for your three brothers.

“Wayne hates me.” Daniel complained and you grinned

“He doesn’t hate you he just doesn’t trust you.” I corrected him and he rolled his eyes at me as he looked out the window to see Wayne there who was not happy…

Wayne glared at daniel as he walked to the car and opened the car door, he got in the car without a word. You was about to speak up when Carl and Joey got in the car too.

“So how was school?” You asked and Carl smirked “I got in a fight” he said and you shook your head.

“You can’t keep getting in fights Carl!” You said sternly “i didn’t start it!” He defended himself and you gave him raised an eyebrow at him and he looks at you honestly.

“Alright well apart from that then how was school?” You asked and he nodded “it was good.”

“What about you Joey? You and Sam okay?” I asked and I heard him sigh.

“I chickened out” joey said reluctantly when he saw you frown, “pussy” carl mumbled and Joey glared at him

“Shut up Carl” Joey yelled

Joey poked his tongue out at Carl causing a small fight. They began pushing each other “hey! don’t touch my drawing!” Mikey argued as he pushed himself into the corner of his car seat as far away from them as he could, Joey hit carl on the arm harder “Hey you little shit!” Carl yelled as he hit him back harder “No fighting in the car! You guys!” You shouted and they finally stopped after sticking out tongues again.

Daniel couldn’t help but laugh at the drama all happening at once.

“So…” daniel said awkwardly

“Oh yeah! Here you go daniel I have those things you asked for-“ Carl said as he went to grab something from out his bag but Daniel stopped him in a panic.

You looked at him confused “what things?” You asked and Carl looked at you both not knowing what to do…does he open his bag or?-

“The pornos he wanted.” Carl rubbed the back of his neck and tucked in his lip trying to hide his grin when he saw Daniel face to bright pink.

“Is that it? I thought it was going to be weed or-“

“What’s weed?” Mikey asked and you paused “it’s uh- just a flower!” You said saving yourself.

“How do you know what weed is?” Carl asked smirking and you smirked back.

“From uncle Dom…how did you get those pornos?” You snapped back and he widened his eyes.

“Uh-“

“Exactly.” You smirked and daniel,Ben,Joey and mikey all laughed even Wayne.

“You got done!” Joey said dying of laughter.

“Shut up Joey!” Carl flipped him off and you rolled your eyes “no swearing at each other!”

“These drives are the highlight of my week” daniel chuckled and you shook your head laughing.

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blue-jisungs · 2 years ago

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5k followers event !

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?? BC I CANR 😍 we hit 5k!!!! thank you all so so much from the bottom of my heart, i cannot fully express how thankful i am 🥹 it doesn’t matter if you’re new here or been there since the begging (well technically it does, you’re an OG!!! love u<;3), as someone once said: it doesnt matter whom you have known the longest, it’s about who came and stayed till the end (or something like that lol)

so to celebrate i decided to make a lil poll and txt won the voting! combining my first ever band that waltzed into my heart and stayed there (5sos) with one of the latest ones (txt) seemed like a fun idea! now, if i could i’d write it in a completely different way but my attention span isn’t the greatest + i have a couple of different projects going on (such as the july jam session which was inspired by it btw lol), so here’s how it looks: each member has a piece written (~1k words each) connected to a certain song from an album! i know, i know there’s no sgfg but i couldn’t match anything <\3 and i was having such a hard time bc i am biased, okay? i love youngblood and 5sos5 and it was SO HARD TO PICK A ONE SONG?!

okay i need to stop talking so much. anyways, here’s the masterlist that will be updated! (did u see what i did here? i put them in the order of release just like the way i’ll post my fics–)

good girls ,, huening kai — 2/07

the only reason ,, yeonjun — 4/07

better man ,, beomgyu — 7/07

best years ,, soobin — 10/07

HAZE ,, taehyun — 12/07

again. thank you so so much! i wouldn’t be here if not you!! :( i’d like to thank my moots, my beloved friends i’ve made on here. now bare w me bc why does it feel like i’m leaving or something 💔 i just love n appreciate you so much but, here we go:

thank you ola, my mother ☝️ (@l3visbby) for correcting my works even when i didn’t ask you to :( you’re always there to hear my rambling (literally) and you’re the grammar police muahaha also a big big inspo, i’m genuinely grateful that you’re here, bearing n somehow managing my bullshit

ZANNA! @slytherinshua, my loveliest friend, an angel, felix in disguise, biggest joshua and dk stan e v e r!!! what id do without you…? probably die (not to be dramatic 🙄). you’re such a inspiration and good person to be around, i love your reblogs and conversations with you! you never fail to me make me smile and it’s always a fun time screaming abt taehyun together <3 you’ve been with me since… what, like… forever!! (almosr a year actually i still can’t believe it) and i’m so happy that we met <3

KIMCHI!!! 김치 LIKE THE KOREAN DISH!!! KIMCHI LIKE NY BELOVED FRIEND @planetkiimchi!!!!!! you’re so sweet. like, always. thank you for introducing me to nct LMAO but in general, i love texting with you :( you’re so funny and always being such a positive vibe!!! not to mention your writing, it’s genuinely so amazing?? i still remeber the chan piece you sent to me before posting, it made me so emotional AND IF THAT DOESNT SPEAK VOLIMES THEN I DUNNO⁉️ thank you for popping in my inbox n making me smile so much <3

speaking of inbox @lipedaisy i’m looking at you 🫵 debs, you’re so so lovely :( i uh, tend to forget about things, ahaha! so when you pop in n say simple stuff like drink water i feel like… well, you’re a life saver lol! you’re always so kind and bring positive energy, i love chit chatting with you (even if i forget to reply💔).

i hope you won’t be mad i mention you in one paragraph but it’s only because it applies to you all!!! @fairyhaos ,, @mirxzii ,, @rubywonu ,, @etherealyoungk ,, @delcakoo ,, @crxzs and @enluv you inspire me so so much!!! not only you’re the loveliest and funniest people i’ve met but i love your writing!! i know i don’t reblog that much but i write more than i read <\3 but you have amazing talent, your works are always beautifully written. nia, roxie, skye, yena, ema, angie, coco you deserve all the happiness in the world and i’m so grateful we’re friends (even though i’m a dry n late replier sometimes <3)

and to my other moots — @yeonscity-main ,, @sieunsgf ,, @malarign ,, @ddeonudepressions ,, @pnkvernon ,, @wqnwoos ,, @wheeboo ,, @ylliris-hanniehae ,, @icyminghao : thank you for being here!! even if we met only a couple days ago… you make me so happy, i love interacting with you n talking abt goofy stuff, you understand me so well and we get along so smoothly it’s making a lil heart really happy :( you make tumblr feel more like home <3

and to readers (if you made it to the end, wow. like, seriously. i personally wouldn’t 🏃‍♀️💨 so, thank you <3), my babies precious gems angels cuties patooties!! thank you so so much for supporting me and my work! i know i complain abt empty reblogs but it’s only bc they motivate me more lol!! i am truly grateful n blessed to have you, even ghost readers (i see you🫵)! without you, rhis blog wouldn’t exist today >_<

#why am i emotional #i sound like a broken record but again #thank you so much. i mean it.#txt fic #a is for axe’s rambles!!

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littleesistler · 9 months ago

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Remeber tthat one episode from MLP where Fluttershy, Rarity and Rainbow Dash were exposed from eating Pinkie's cake for a competition?

I feel like they deserve some tickles after what they've done! (Your choice to i clude AJ and Twilight if you want.

((Sum up if you can't process: Ler!Pinkie (optionally also Ler! Twilight and Applejack) and Lee! Flutter, Rariti and Rainbow Dassssh

Yup I rewatched the episode it’s season 2, episode 24 for those that are looking.

This is also my first tickle fic ever so wow congrats on getting my messy writing but let’s go and I’m so sorry like this fic has 6 characters and the 3 extra bakers at the end. So I tried my best to keep it clear who said what while still keeping a good flow. Aka my writing a book I’ll never finish face coming in clutch. Anyway here we go! Hope you enjoy my dear anon❤️🫠

Rarity combed through her hair as she looked at the cake, I know I shouldn’t have, but you just made it sound so delectable. I only wanted to take a small bite out of the cake. Very lady like but I couldn’t stop. She said as she kept fidgeting with her hair clearly embarrassed from the whole ordeal as Flutter shy blushed and looked at the floor, her eyes barely kept open from shame. So did I, it was so tasty I couldn’t resist. The pony said sharing the same feelings with her friend. The attention then turned to Rainbow dash, who stood fluttering with her wings and fidgets with a few lose feathers. Aww nuts so did I and to be honest it was the best cake ever and I kinda couldn’t resist like the texture and the softness of the cake. Combined with the fresh filling and toppings and the color and design and like…

Twilight clears her throat and rolled her eyes as she looked at the blue pony while Pinke pie crossed her arms. Flutter shy nodded, I’m very sorry Pinkie she said in a low tone. Rarity pouted but joined in. Me to I shouldn’t have scared you like that and ruined your good work, as an artist myself I would’ve been heart broken to find my dress like this. She said pointing to the barely standing cake. Rainbow dash shrugged a bit trying to change the topic. I mean it isn’t so bad. She said casually as Applejack growls a bit.

Rainbow dash gulps and nodded at that. Well umm come to think of it that was very uncool of me, sorry. Pinkie smiled a small bit hearing her friends apology as she walked up to the cake, it’s okey she said still clearly very upset.

Twilight and Applejack stands on either side of Pinke pie and gives her a side hug. She gently nuzzles into the affection. Don’t worry you guys I’ll be alright, she said staring at the cake with tear filled eyes trying to keep her feeling in check. She then look around, out the window to the beautiful landscape, to her other fellow 3 bakers, her friends and around the train cart. She then looks at the evidence twilight had placed next to the cake, Rarity’s eyelash, Flutter shy’s hair and Rainbow dash’s feather. She looks closer at one in particular. The blue and bent feather in pristine condition still. She smiles gently as she gets a few fond memories of when a few tickles had been given out.

Twilight looks at the evidence confused but Apple jack just smirks. Oh how lovely a feather and we just so happened to have a few apologetic ponies here. She teased as she gently nudged Pinkie pie. As Rarity, Flutter shy and Rainbow dash heard this they collectively gulped and suddenly the floor and window were very intriguing. Or they had a time to pass, Rainbow dash in particular. Even though twilight was still slow with social cues she could easily spot an embarrassed mood and a Lee one in particular. So she to smirked like Apple jack. Well it’s only fair, a lesson in the consequences of one’s actions hehe. She said with a giggle at the end.

Apple jack nodded as she walked up to the 3. Exactly like an apology won’t bring back the cake, but a few giggles and laughs will bring back Pinkie pie’s happy mood. As the two said that the baker froze and turned to look at the 3. Wait for real, you’d really let me tickle you guys she said surprised.

Flutter shy nodded, I mean it’s only fair

Rarity walked a bit closer with a shaky smile, indeed

Rainbow dash backed away but was soon grabbed by both Flutter shy and Rarity, ugh fine she said.

Pinkie pies eyes soften as she walked closer with a gentle expression. You’d really let me tickle you guys just to feel a bit better? When she saw the 3 of them nodding she smiled affectionately and nodded back. You’re the best friends I could’ve asked for. She said as I sat down on the carpet. Rarity, Flutter shy and Rainbow dash sat down infront of Pinkie pie as Twilight and Apple jack stood behind them to keep everything in check.

Pinkie pie crawled closer and hugged Rarity and nuzzled into her hair. They both giggled a bit as they hugged. Should I be nervous? Rarity teased as Pinkie pie shrugged. It depends on what spot you’ll let me tickle. She answered as she leaned her head on Rarity’s shoulder. The pony in question giggled of anticipation as I guided her friends hoofs to her hips. I think this is fair she said as she giggled hugging her back tightly to ease her nerves. Pinkie pie smiled as she gently massaged Rarity’s hips and then gently started to tickle the chosen area. Her friend started to laugh and snort in a very unlady like way. And as her true unfiltered laughter filled the room she wiggled in Pinkie’s grasp. Oh goodness ahahah oh gosh I’m so sorry ahahah. She mumbled between laughter, but she didn’t really try to push her away, the fashion designer took it like a champ. She was the element of generosity after all. Pinkie pie soon giggled along as her mood got brighter from hearing her friend laugh like that, but also letting her do this just to make herself more happy. That showed just how pure their friendship was. A few happy tears formed as she gave a few last squeezes to her hips to hear a final snort and chuckle. She then rubbed the area and nuzzled into her hair. There there, and thank you so much Rarity. She said with a wink as the let her friend go. Rarity melted into the carpet giggling out the tingles but would have given a thumbs up if she had hands.

Flutter shy smiled gently as she looked to the side, I’m ready, she mumbled. Pinkie pie giggled and hugged her squeezing her in the hug. Flutter shy melted into the touch and let out a content yawn. She hugged Pinke pie back and then shyly looked at her tummy as an invitation. Pinkie pike giggled and teased, I think it’s better if you lay in my lap so I can get your tummy. She teased getting into a bigger ler mood. Flutter shy nodded and soon looked up at the roof and then closed her eyes full of trust in her friend’s lap. She gently rubbed Flutter shy’s tummy to warm the area up. And then added a few pokes and tracing around the sides of her tummy and bellybutton. When those areas where tickled particularly her friend laughed crazily and wheezed. A sound very bold and unlike their shy yellow friend. She tried to cover her mouth from embarrassment, but Twilight and Apple jack grabbed a hoof each and gently held her down as she laughed and giggled. Rubbing her arms to help her relax and feel more safe. Oh no ahahahah not my belly button please hahaah. She laughed and giggled desperately as she leaned onto her friends. Pinkie pie giggled along as she soon traced around the area and playfully swirled around one in particular with smiled full of joy just like her friend’s. She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Flutter shy’s tummy. Then rubbed her as they both calmed down. Applejack and twilight cuddled up to flutter shy as Rarity watched with a content smile.

Pinkie pie then turned to Rainbow dash, and she’d never seen her friend so full of anticipation and fear as she trembled and fidgeted with her wings more frantically by the second. Being brain fogged from watching her friends get tickled like that and anticipating her turn. Pinkie pie smiled and walked up to her. So you ready? She teased as the blue pony nodded shyly. And that made Pinke giggle. She had quickly connected the dots and realized affection and intimacy, tickling in particular had caused her friends to act opposite to how they usally were. Rarity the elegant and calm pony had a laugh full of snorts and wiggles very country like, while the shy friend had a very loud and obnoxious laugh. It’s like the tickles helped bring on their true laughter and giggles, unfiltered and raw. With no need to regulate it. Just enjoying themselves and letting lose in a room full of friends. And now it was the last pony’s turn.

Pinkipe pie hugged rainbow dash and she quickly melted into the pink pony’s embrace. She had already gotten cuddly and nervous, very unlike the cool and confident pony she usally portrayed. It seemed like the promise of tickles had brought out something more vulnerable and true. And that was something her friends instantly recognized and melted for. If you don’t feel comfortable and ready we can just skip the tickles for now or completely. Pinkie pie said, not feeling the same frustration over her cake anymore. Rainbow dash nodded but giggled. Don’t worry I feel ready and I’ve kinda been full of ummm giggles at the idea. She said and Pinke pie giggled. Oh a Lee mood I see, she teased her and rainbow blushed a light purple as she turned away. Oh no it’s just it would be very uncool of me not to go through with it. Every pony and other creature in the room rolled their eyes and soon Pinke pie petted through her wings. At that simple touch the pony in question started to giggle in a light pitch and tremble a bit. They giggled together as she gently ruffle and combing through her feathers. Carfully massaging the gaps and rots leaving behind a few tickles. They were gentle and calming as a way to finish up the revenge tickles on a nice high. No longer after revenge and more so connection between the baker and the cake thieves, so they all can move on. Oh Celestia, Pinkie please hahahah no more hehehe.

At that she stoped her tickling and gently nuzzled into rainbow dash’s wings with a big smile. All the pony’s soon joined in a group hug as they caught their breaths relaxing and rejoicing together at the beautiful moment. Giggling and whispering among themselves with pinkie pie in the middle. You’re the best friends ever she said happily. And they all laughed together giving a few hoof bums and friendly shoves.

As she giggled she looked around the room and noticed a particular gryphon, unicorn and donkey looking around blushing and giggling clearly in the same dilemma. It didn’t take long for the pink detective to find Gustav had moose in his mustache, Joe had eclar in his hair and Mulia had sprinkles in her wrinkles as well as the perfect way to bring unity to her fellow bakers. It might involve them combining their fellow baked good’s leftovers into a massive cake together. Giggling and having fun along the way as they make the best cake ever for Celestia. But if they do find a few other ways to make each other laugh or bring unity to the table, then that’d would make the journey on the train even better.

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justanotherfanfolks · 1 year ago

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Twisted Wonderland Main Story Scattered Thoughts (Prologue Chapter 1-2)

Let's take it from the top, I need a refresher!

Okay first things first, uh, Grim? Buddy. Our beloved arsonist. How were you planning on getting the robes off of Yuu? How were you planning on WEARING human sized robes? Also, yes Grim, weasel. Reason 1: tiny gremlin. I think it was ferret in Japanese. Reason 2: I believe in Yuu choosing violence in the dialogue options. Peace was never an option. And again I ask, how is he planning to fit those robes? LOL the chase sequence, that’s one way to get a grand tour! GRIM, NO FIRE IN THE LIBRARY, THINK OF THE BOOKS! Omg, it’s Crowley! How- how did he know to come here? Did he just see the open coffin and go “...ooooooooo… I should check on what that is.” You know, people always think Grim is Yuu’s familiar, I want to know more about how familiars work in Twisted Wonderland. Wait, I just realized Grim doesn’t have his stone, NO, HE LOOKS WEIRD WITHOUT IT! TWST PUT IT BACK! I really want to see how the beginning of the ceremony looks when everyone gets out of the coffins, since they aren’t supposed to get out themselves. I wanna see the full orientation. Dang it Ramshackle Duo, I wanted to see that! Hope the anime shows us. Hm. So Crowley opens them himself. I imagine he does it with magic, but imagine this man opening 200 coffins by hand. Nah, Crowley would never. He doesn’t do anything. Well, except make me suspicious, but that’s a conversation for another day. Wait, hang on I think I should’ve picked the other dialogue option, that might answer some questions. I'll do that later. You know, when I first played the prologue, I tried reading it with a translation next to me (as everyone insisted it was superior), but I got a headache going back and forth so I bit the bullet and just read the ENG version. Ah, who dis be or where I be? Both logical questions. I’ll ask who dis be, I don’t remeber what I picked the first time. He’s truly shooketh at the idea of Yuu not knowing who he is. “My magnamity is boundless” ah here come the cracks! There’s the Crowley we know and… know. Hold on, there’s a CHAIRMAN!? I forgot about that, who is this chairman? And why pick Crowley? Magic or academy. Well, if it was me I’d be more interested in the magic aspect than the academy aspect. Like Yuu, we gotta ask the real questions here, why be shocked at the idea of school? I also want to know more about this carriage thing- I know in the manga and I’m pretty sure the novel too the Yuus get isekaied by Carriage-kun Truck-kun style, does Yuu get isekaied by Carriage-kun in the game? To me it sounds like you’re supposed to climb into a coffin in a carriage, I hope the others students were informed of how this works. Also, how the heck did this coffin appear in Not Twisted Wonderland, I have so many questions. “So this carriage dragged me here against my will?” yes, this is the Yuu I am here for! Okay that was the first Chapter of the Prologue, I forgot how much I liked that! I can’t wait for the novel to drop in English, I really want to read it in book form! I am holding that thing to the standard of Yuurei20’s translations, I expect nothing less!

Omg, hello Twistune! The whiplash I had of the first 3 Prologue twistunes with the fairy gala twistunes was crazy. RIDDLE! RIDDLE! THAT’S MY BOY, HI BUDDY! Oh no, the pre-character development whiplash is gonna hurt! Did Leona sleep through the whole orientation? Azul is boy with glasses, what an observation Yuu. Also, how close was Yuu to be able to notice Leona had ears? They’re under his hood? And that Vil is handsome, I know what you are, Yuu! Well, either Yuu is that or I’m just too ace to notice when someone is handsome. I mean it’s a literal fact about Vil… anyway! Crowley really just dipped in the middle of the ceremony! Wait, does that mean Grim was chasing Yuu that long? Yuu has stamina for days, Yuu should have joined the track club! Couldn’t be me, I would’ve died by the second location. Also does that mean they called Yuu’s name and Yuu not showing up tipped Crowley off? Oh, that explains it. Yuu last name reveal then? Anyone? Voice from tablet, heh. Hm, but no one else knew why he left… Oh gosh, he just barged in. Guess he doesn’t like being accused of a tummyache. Even he thinks he’s a weasel. Okay let’s settle this: Weasel, Cat, or Ferret, place your votes now! I don’t actually have a poll. Hello Dark Mirror! Oh that’s the mirror bgm! Well, I mean no duh it’s the bgm music, I guess I just never realized DM had a theme song. Can I call you DM? I’m calling you DM. “I’m Yuu…” Yuu WHAT, Yuu? You can’t hide that last name forever! The squint! “Unclear to me… soundless, colorless, shapeless, utterly vacant” POV, you have no soul! Honestly, if I got teleported to a school for mages only to find out I had no magic, I would be utterly devastated. I’d love to be magical! One century, is that saying the system has been around for 100 years or that the school has been around for 100 years? Yuu just showed up and broke the streak, good on Yuu! I really want to know Grim’s backstory, like what is his deal? He’s got magic, but he’s mistaken for a familiar and isn’t allowed to be a whole student? I wonder what would have happened if he went up to the DM? Being honest, he doesn’t seem like a fit anywhere, but I’m curious. Someone, give him a Buzzfeed quiz! HE SET KALIM ON FIRE, GRIM NOOOO! Save the arson for later! Leona: “Can I go now, orrrrr…” no but he was ready to lead, the Ramshackle Duo is interrupting his nap time. Azuuuul! Your smiles are sus! Chill out pal! He just breathes in manipulation, wild. Yes Idia, that is participation credit. When I’m participating, I’m the type to just look around to see if anyone else has their hand up before volunteering. HE’S STILL ON FIRE, HELP HIM! Where is Jamil, aren’t the vice housewardens here? Is it just me, or does Kalim sound a little different? Actually, good point Leona, this is Crowley’s first installment of his Not Doing Anything Helpful World Tour. The first of many. Yay, Riddle! Ooo, Twistune time! … gosh it’s so SLOW OMG! I have a question for the class. Apparently, the story within the twistune varies based on whether or not we reach the designated score threshold. Does anyone know what it looks like if you don’t get there? The perfectionist in me refuses to fail to find out.

#twisted wonderland #twst #Fan finally plays the main story #im technically on chapter 9 but i need a refresher #behold my scattered thoughts that make no sense without visuals but Im terrible at taking screenshots and I am RUNNING!

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ridmymind · 4 months ago

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Hey there

Deleted my ig platform for good

I accidentally viewed my ecs gf and I was crushed by the cringeness

I do no want to partake in such foolish behavior like DO REMEBER TO SHINE✨

Not my cup of tea

One time he said he didn’t like girls if they have an unnatural hair color. LIES✨✨✨

Also she is nothing special and that’s the most shocking thing

Thinkin if she knows bout his cousin and all the cult things. Thinking if anything was true at all.

I was suspecting she was in the CIA or something. No way, she s just a girl with a giant nose -he said he like ugly nose on girl I dunno its a thing-

I guess another person would have contact her to send screens and whatever BUT IM NOT LIKE THE OTHER GIRLS IM PROTECTING MY PEACE. Jk i don’t want to. Its a matter of time she s going to discover how shallow he is. And if that s not going to happen, well. Good luck, babe. I was wrong the first time I talked to him and he said was on ketogenic diet, I guess. I studied medicine. Fool me once shame on you fool me twice shame on you. They studied like political science. Pls. I was so embarrassed for him I swear. Shame on you and that’s the end. Shes like his therapist, nutritionist and all the other figures he had to follow in order to being good with himself, having a person that tell him what to do. I am legit furious cause he knows everything bout my situation and he did not tell me the truth. And he was acting like he was mr right all the time. I even edited part of his thesis. Of course i’m mad. Now i can tell a garbage narcissist way sooner. Maybe i have to activate my account only to haunt him. But at what cost?

I have lost my voice.

My spirit is broken.

Life on social media is fake af.

Nevertheless, I’ll post. Not to mock anyone. Just to take space.

I need to take space

He didn’t know me at all. I am a poet and a person in stem. A painter and a doctor. An artist and a mad scientist. A kind person that want to make others happy and well. And i have a strong moral compass. I’m a reader and a writer. I play piano, guitar and uke. I can do my own hair. I have good taste in fashion choice. I listen to english podcast at 2x. I loved alternative stuff all my life. And I was the best in everything I ve done so far. If I was the man, I’ll be THE man.

He Was just a boy who play pretend to be an adult

Was just a boy that’s smell like my grandpa used to. And that’s telling about me.

I thought she was a ballerina. An actress. A beautiful girl. Or an accomplished ones. I thought she hasn’t social media. That she was cooler than me. Poor thing.

If I ll get past these health problems the next page I wanna do is an uku learn with me

Im speechless. Logically speaking they have nothing to do with me. I m educated, have studied a lot, has so many interests. We haven’t the same culture at all. The same moral values. He s just a follower. She will have his babies. And he ll continue to do what is in his nature. BEING A BAD BAD BAD HUMAN BEING. But i m very emotional disregulated so I can’t do a logic argument. I just want to talk sit about them with my bff. Like any other girl.

A fellow student I can’t. I thought she was a neurologist. That was helping his sister. I thought she was his teacher. I have over estimated this guy so much. It costed me years of my life. Maybe she s p3ggin him rn. I don’t think so but.

However i m slowly transitioning in the man I d like to date. Maybe i like myself too much, and we shared similar facial features. I know what she is at least.

And thats me, rockin my hair cut and i’m cute as hell🥲

#Spotify

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hangmanssunnies · 1 year ago

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Hi I'm back, finally having typed out some thoughts on this phenomenal fic. First most important though that drives me insane, is that I have the privileges of knowing this is like a little AU for Afterburner. So the whole time I'm like THATS TEDDY but it's Kodiak but ITS TEDDY OKAY AND I'M NOT OKAY. Also I love how he went from being pissed to being THAT'S MY WIFE in the span of like .5 seconds. I loved loved loved seeing him get shown up. He needs it, and I know he secretly loves it. I also am still picturing that he is telling this story to their daughter becuase I can... Thank you. Anyways some more thoughts below.

"Today, Hangman had been shot down.Jake takes a small amount of comfort in knowing that the pilot responsible for his simulated demise is also the pilot to win the day" HELL YEAH SHE WAS SHE IS THAT GOOD.

Jake grabs at his chest, like you’ve shot him down again, and winces.“Aw, c’mon, Kodiak” he starts, before fixing you with a piercing stare. “I don’t give out compliments that often, give it to me easy.” “Only thing I’ll give you is my afterburner.”

SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS FROTHING AT AT MOUTH CRYING SOBBING THROWING UP SCREAMING AGAIN. i'm unhinged actualy.

Jake can’t help himself, he grins wide. He knows he should keep up the banter, you were clearly well equipped to spar with him, didn’t seem to take anything too personally so far, but all he can think as he stares at the first pilot to ever shoot him down, sweat slicking your flyaway hairs to your forehead, the sunsetting below the tarmac behind you, your cheeks a little ruddy from your time in the air, is that he’s going to marry you.

He loeves banter but also I can't believe he was instantly like THATS MY WIFE. God Jake is such a wife man. I love him.

“And what would you have done?” you challenge. Jake just looks your features over, and decides an evening ceremony will be perfect. You realise then that you’re still shaking his hand, and you hurriedly pull away, moving to hold your helmet in both hands as if to stop yourself from reaching out again.

An evening cermony.... god he is so far gone and they have only just met. He would let her shake his hand alllll day though. I know it.

Replaying your conversation over and over as he finally showers, changes, and heads home for the night, the first thing Jake does upon arriving in his apartment is reach for the pad and pen he keeps on the kitchen counter. He scribbles down the date, and writes out the highlights from your conversation as best as he remembers them. Peeling it off the pad, he folds it neatly, before placing it carefully inside the leather bound folder that held such items as his passport and birth certificate, before replacing it again in its hiding spot. He wouldn’t need the contents of the note for a little while, he thinks, but when it came time to write the speech he’d give at your wedding, Jake wanted to know exactly where he could find it.

This is peak romance and husband behavior actually I'm obssessed with the concept of him writing things like that down and saving themfor later. YESSSS. He is the obviously the one in their relationship who remebers dates, and then is like "okay Kodiak it's the 4 month aniversy of the first time I held the door open for you... Get your cute ass in this open door I'm holding right now please."

Poor Javy, I know he has been watching Jake and his puppy eyes love + many rejections for months now. And while he loves his best friend he is tired. Jake already had he write out his best man speech like day three so he really is tired of the limbo, he can only practice it so many more times.

Jake did not, he can’t help but feel pride pump through his veins upon seeing the way your face, especially your eyes, have lit up for the first time all night, something which he thinks should be a bare minimum when. If a man couldn’t engage you, then he just wasn’t good enough for you, was he?

I love that he is like so offended that like sure his WIFE is on a date with another man, but like more concerned that she isn't even enjoying herself and playing some silly performance like drinking things she doesn't even like. Jake doesn't want her to be any one but who she is. Like if someoen can't even make her eyes light up????????? Jake is offended on her behalf. I just looooooveeeee him. The way you write Jake is always so so sooo perfect.

“You know I’ve already got my half of the paperwork filled out Teddy Bear, I’m just waitin’ on you.” Jake leans in toward you as he speaks, moving in near enough that one might call it risque, but he prefers intimate. For your part, you seem to be trying hard to suppress a smile, which you don’t succeed at, however you still shake your head at him anyway, and pull back, which makes Jake immediately step out of your space a little, returning to an appropriate distance for two officers.

TEDDY BEARRRRRRRRRRR. asdkhflja;sldkfj;alksdjfl;aksdjf;lawjeopjirweoirj;lsfa SCREAMING. Also honey I know he has had that paperwork printed and filled out since the second day that they met. The only reason it wasn't the first was he had to go get some more printer ink for his at home printer, and the library had already close so he couldn't do any emergeny printing on day one. HE IS ALREADY SOOOO COMMITED. I compleytly understand Kodiak being guarded though, and I don't blame her caution.

“Two months,” he informs you simply. You actually snort this time, which he finds utterly adorable, and you continue to chortle at his apparent joke, until you seem to realise he isn’t joining you. Your face falls then, and you blink at him in surprise, a flash of guilt mixing in with it, before you quickly attempt to play off your astonishment

I love that he hasn't been sleepign around. LIie whats the intrest in any woman that isn't her. It's lost on him, I'm sure his right hand and fantasies have been getting him by plenty and better than sleeping with someone he don't care about. it's all just finally clicked for him... plus THATS HIS WIFE. why waste any time with someone who isn't HIS WIFE.?!?

“You know what he said? He just rolled his eyes at me and said that, no, actually, you weren’t fine at all, that you were in love with me, and if he’s honest, it wasn’t cute anymore, and had become totally insufferable,” You laugh properly this time as you relay the information, and Jake can’t help but chuckle too.

I love Javy so much. The man is TIRED.

Jake’s most frequent and recurring nightmare these past months had been the idea of getting you, then losing you. He isn’t lying about working hard to have his reputation, Jake didn’t do commitment, he didn’t do more than one night, and if he did, it was never because he wanted more. He knows relationships and intimacy are the furthest thing from his forte by choice, so if he was going to get the chance to be with you, he wanted to do it properly, to do it right. Your laughter turns softer, pulling him from his reverie. He finds you watching him, considering his words as he’d trailed off somewhere in his head while waiting for your response. There's a small twinkle in your eyes that tells him you had no plans to take it easy on him ever, but as if you know he won’t be abated by that alone, you lean in toward him, resting your chin in your palm while blinking up at him coquettishly.

I love their dynamic and love that Jake doesn't want thing easy from her at all. Becuase that wouldn't be authentic. I also love how he is excited for how he is going to have to work for it. I just love him an whole lot.

“Just promise me one thing,” Jake asks, serious as ever now. Your features crease a little, but you nod. “Sure, what is it?” “Never stop shooting me down. It’s kinda sexy.” You let out a shocked, joyful laugh, even as your eyes gain a mean little sheen to them, the contrast between your sweet chortle, and the evil look on your face only making his own grin widen. Jake makes a note to bring this up in his wedding speech.

They are perfect for each other and I know that in my heart. It's going to be one hell of a wedding speech, and I know multipule people are going to cry, including Kodiak who will be pissed that he made her cry, and he will get an elbow to the ribs for it before a kiss.

Anyways this fic was fantastic, I loved it. It was amazing. You are an amazing writer for having put this together. Thank you so much for writing and sharing this wonderful fic with us. It is an absolute joy.

Flight Risk

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: The sky beyond the baking tarmac is cloudless, and washed with deep reds and oranges, the way it always is by the time Jake lands when the monthly inter-squad training simulation has drawn to a close. Almost always.

Today, the sky had been a bright Carolina blue.

Today, Hangman had been shot down.

Warnings: cussing? jake being soppy. mentions of handsy dates, sexual referencessss

Notes: so this started as an AU for my fic Afterburn, and still technically is, however it can be read totally independently of that story as well.

Jake is perched in a casual lean against his plane, watching as the last jet in the pattern finally lands, continuing to wait patiently as the Super Hornet is guided to its designated area, just a few places down from his own. The sky beyond the baking tarmac is cloudless, and washed with deep reds and oranges, the way it always is by the time Jake lands when the monthly inter-squad training simulation has drawn to a close. Almost always.

Today, the sky had been a bright Carolina blue.

Today, Hangman had been shot down.

Jake takes a small amount of comfort in knowing that the pilot responsible for his simulated demise is also the pilot to win the day, despite that meaning his own squad losing out on the point. It wouldn’t happen again, however. He’d foolishly underestimated you, disregarded the gossip he’d overheard about Samurai squad’s newest member, choosing instead to judge for himself. Jake was a prideful son of a bitch at the best of times, and much worse at most others, but he wasn’t actually incapable of shutting the hell up and accepting his slice of humble pie.

At least, he’d accept it in his own special way, which is exactly why he waits long after the others have filtered off to the locker rooms. They’re already clocked off for the day by the time the ground crew have secured the last jet, and the pilot has climbed down. Jake shifts on his feet and gets a good look as you approach, purposefully giving you a suggestive up and down as you spot him and slow your walk.

“That was some flyin’,” he says, pushing off the side of his own jet and coming to stand before you. You blink at him, but raise an eyebrow as you manoeuvre your helmet to rest against your hip.

“I’m sorry, do we know each other?” you ask, eyes sparkling in amusement. Jake grabs at his chest, like you’ve shot him down again, and winces.

“Aw, c’mon, Kodiak” he starts, before fixing you with a piercing stare. “I don’t give out compliments that often, give it to me easy.”

“Only thing I’ll give you is my afterburner.”

Luckily, Jake has the good sense to keep this to himself for now.

He steps forward slightly, and holds out his hand, watching as you eye it suspiciously for a moment.

“I’m Hangman,” he tells you as you relent and shake his hand.

“I know who you are, that's why I went for you first.” you reply with surprisingly little smugness in your voice, just plain truth. Jake lifts an eyebrow at you.

“Using me to raise your profile I see,” he teases. You don’t seem to notice that you’re still shaking his hand, and Jake feels slightly thankful, because he’s memorising the way it feels. You scoff at him.

“And what would you have done?” you challenge. Jake just looks your features over, and decides an evening ceremony will be perfect.

You realise then that you’re still shaking his hand, and you hurriedly pull away, moving to hold your helmet in both hands as if to stop yourself from reaching out again.

“I need to go do my post-flight checks,” you say quickly, sidestepping Jake and moving off toward the hanagar, and probably the showers. Jake turns and watches you go, his smile never faltering.

“Kodiak!” he calls out, waiting for you to stop and turn back to him before going on. “I enjoyed flying with you.” Jake tells you honestly, but musters his most serious expression so that you’ll know that too. He watches your brows furrow suspiciously for a moment, almost like you’re expecting him to laugh like it’s just a prank, but after a couple more seconds, your frown smooths into something more curious, before your face at last completely softens and you give him a small, but genuine smile.

“I enjoyed shooting you down,” you reply, your voice sincere, but your words catching him off guard and making Jake let out a surprised bark of laughter.

Your smile widens just a little in the corners, like perhaps you had liked making him laugh, but soon enough you’re shifting your helmet in your hands again, and giving him a parting nod before once again you turn your back and walk away.

Jake stands still in place and watches as you shrink before at last disappearing entirely into the hangar. Once sure he’s alone, he places his hands on his hips and lets out a long, low whistle. He feels his heartbeat thump away rapidly in his chest, his adrenaline still spiking from just the thrill of speaking to you properly and in person for the first time, after being forced only to listen to your voice all afternoon on the radios.

It was a very nice voice, he thinks, both in person and on the radios, and it suits your very nice face very nicely. With a last whistle of approval, Jake begins making his own way inside, and even though he’d promised himself earlier that never again would he let you shoot him down, now he can’t help but think anything that brought you enjoyment was worth repeating.

He wouldn’t need the contents of the note for a little while, he thinks, but when it came time to write the speech he’d give at your wedding, Jake wanted to know exactly where he could find it.

“Well, that was pathetic,” Javy nudges Jake in the ribs, and nods in your direction across the bar. Jake, who until now has been trying hard not to look your way, is finally given the perfect reason to do so, and swings his eyes over to you.

You’re sitting near the bar in your civvies, with a man who Jake can’t help but notice is not himself, and who is currently being awfully handsy for his liking. You don’t look completely comfortable either, but he also knows you have no trouble telling men to calm down when you aren’t feeling their advances. Neither reason adds up to exactly why Jake almost immediately chooses to abandon Javy by the pool table.

Part way across the bar, Jake realises that it’s not even a rescue attempt he’s trying for, clearly you were fine, no, this reaction from him is entirely new, spurred on by a good many things, but right now, by the abysmal looking date you were enduring. He slows his pace, and begins to move at a more natural gait, his lack of rush having no active affect on the crowds around him either way. Jake was both tall enough and wide enough that people tend to part for him as he walks regardless of asking.

He feels his chest puff out a little when you notice him coming before he even reaches you, and how even though he positions himself at the bar behind you, you seem to subconsciously turn a little to be able to look over at him anyway. Jake grins to himself when your ‘date’ seems to flounder at your seemingly captured attention, and quickly asks if you’d like another of the little cocktails you’d picked that night. Jake can’t help but scoff internally. He’d asked you once why you drank beer with the squad, but only ordered fruit drinks when you had a date, to which you’d replied that you thought it appeared more feminine. Jake scoffs again, this time out loud.

“You’ll let this guy take you out, but not me? You don’t even like that, you’re not even drinking it!” he says quietly enough so that only you are able to hear the clipped annoyance in his words. You cock your head at him, and raise your straw to your lips either spitefully or indignantly.

“Still sour about that Jakey?” you tease. Despite the subject matter, and his frustration that these men you went out with seemingly had something Jake did not, he can’t help but feel pride pump through his veins upon seeing the way your face, especially your eyes, have lit up for the first time all night, something which he thinks should be a bare minimum when. If a man couldn’t engage you, then he just wasn’t good enough for you, was he?

Jake shrugs noncommittally in response to your question, both of you knowing full well the answer to that. Instead, he looks away from you briefly as the bartender approaches, but feels your gaze burning the side of his cheek.

“Two beers please,” he says, paying and waiting patiently for the drinks to be deposited on the bar before he looks back at you again. He nudges one in your direction, pretending as though he doesn’t care if you accept it or not, by taking a sip of his own. His faux-apathy is completely blown by the way he doesn’t take his eyes off of you, even as he drinks, waiting to see whether or not you’ll take the beer. You watch him with the barest amount of disapproval that you can muster, before almost shyly collecting up the chilled glass bottle in your hands.

“Are you forgetting something, perhaps? Oh, it’s super important, the name is on the tip of my tongue! What're they called again…?” you purse your lips and frown deeply, making an almost sincere show of recalling the information you’re after.

Jake waits as you seem to get it at last, snapping your finger and pointing it at him. “Fraternisation laws!” you exclaim overly enthusiastic for the topic at hand, contrasting with the way you stare flatly at him. Jake brushes your finger aside as he turns inward to face you fully, and cocks his head curiously down at you.

“I bet you say that to all the pilots.” you say quietly, almost to yourself. The line is a worn cliche, he almost writes it off, except that your tone is entirely new, and entirely too put-out for your usual wave offs.

“Only the ones that keep shooting me down,” he replies after a beat watching you, not really certain how else he should reply to this development in your now storied routine of rejecting his interest, even though he knows that you like him very much. Fraternisation had been the last reason, though, nobody really took that seriously enough to not even bother navigating its murky depths of paperwork, but before that you’d listed not being hungry enough for dinner and having to video call with your model-building partner, neither serious excuses, right?

At this point Jake isn’t what one might say is desperate, but is what one might call unwilling to watch you sit through another completely inadequate date, with men who seemed to always be on the worst side of interested in you. That meant they fell somewhere firmly between sleazy and handsy, neither category of which was amongst Jake’s personal favourite reasons for liking you so much, which in no particular order included your excellence as an aviator, your sharp sense of humour, and your unbridled ambition.

Up until now, though, you’ve never once turned him away with something that sounded so much like it might be true. You’ve also never once stared up at him the way you are now, your expression significant, but unreadable to him.

Then, after thinking perhaps he had gotten somewhere real with you tonight, Jake feels a familiar twinge of disappointment as you turn back to your date, moving in closer to talk quietly with the man.

Jake looks down at his beer and lets out a sigh, ready to leave you to your fun, and return to his prior activity of pretending not to watch you from afar. When the man accompanying you noisily steps back from the bar, the movement catches Jake’s eye, and he turns to see as the man looks briefly between you, before his eyes swing to Jake.

Jake hasn’t even caught on properly yet when your apparent former date turns on his heel and stalks darkly into the crowd, before at last disappearing entirely. Now free of your upsettingly poor choice of date, you swing your chair back around to face him, knees knocking into him with enough force to jolt Jake back to reality, where he discovers things to have played out almost exactly as he’d thought he’d been imagining them.

“Alright Seresin, you’ve got one shot at this,” you tell him, sounding like you don’t really mean it at all. Even so, Jake straightens and fixes you with his best self-assured smirk, but only because he knows you like it when he does.

“One shot is all I need,” he says proudly, before a few seconds pass and he finds himself blinking at the unintentional disclaimer he’s just given. “I mean, I’ll gladly take as many shots as you want, but–”

“Jesus, Jake! Anyone would think you haven't been laid in months!” you cut him off with a bark of laughter, your features in almost complete disbelief at such a thing. Jake pauses, hesitating with how he should respond, but eventually relaxes once more, and leans down on the bar again to fix you with his stare.

“Like, Seriously?” You ask, staring at him. Jake just nods, giving a short shrug, but doesn’t break your eye contact. After several more seconds pass, heavy with your bewilderment, you settle in your spot beside him one more, and let out a small huff. “Saving yourself for somebody special, then?” your eyebrows lift up as you ask, voice lilting with humour, but you don’t fully smile yet, like you’re afraid of still possibly offending him. Jake simply shrugs again, but rolls his eyes lightly.

He’s well aware of his reputation before you, as is almost all on base who know him, or those who frequent the Navy bars scattered nearby. He thinks maybe he should have gone about distributing the updated information on him, however, because as far as Jake is concerned, he had been off the market for quite some time.

Unofficially, anyway.

“Oh, she’s very special, darlin’. Someone worth saving myself for. I think you’d like her a lot,” Jake does his best not to sound too goofy about it, but he swings almost too far the opposite way, and finds himself hoping to god that the purring quality to his voice as he speaks isn’t too much.

You stare at Jake for several seconds processing his line briefly, before at last scoffing and rolling your eyes as you turn slightly away from him to take a sip of your drink. Despite this reaction likely wounding a lesser man, Jake knows his words have resonated at least a little, because both your scoff or your eye roll half-hearted at best, both also completely undermined by the not-so-tiny smile you clearly can’t repress properly, even if you try to hide it by taking another sip.

“Answer me this, Seresin;” you start when a few minutes have passed, Jake having also taken to sipping his beer, choosing to let the subject settle between you for a bit. “I know about you, and I’m not like, slut-shaming you or anything, but how do I know all of this isn’t just the usual bullshit you parcel out? How do I know I’m not just another in a long line of others?” you ask, your voice surprisingly light for the frankness and seriousness of your words. Jake blinks at you, his brow furrowing this time, and notes the way your gaze flickers to the crease between his brows for half a second.

He places his beer down and blows out a puff of air. He doesn’t answer you right away, can’t really, because on some level he realises telling you that he’s been planning your lives together since the day you’d met won’t go down super well, but he also doesn’t want to misrepresent the level of his feelings toward you.

“Well, you don’t. I mean, you are,” he speaks carefully, already expecting the frown that appears on your face almost immediately, and quickly goes on. “But you’re the last in that line. I can promise you that.” Jake’s voice becomes involuntarily quieter as he finishes speaking, and he hates the uncertain sound the softness gives his words, but knows saying them again will only cheapen them.

You stare at one another for several heart-thumping seconds, and Jake wonders if the rest of the bar has all but disappeared for you too, or if you were still well aware of everything going on around you. For all Jake knew, the bar didn’t even exist right now. And then you move, your eyes bouncing up to blink at him slowly like a cat, before they drop to your feet in an embarrassed sort of way Jake can truthfully say he’d never have imagined of you.

“I asked Javy a few weeks ago if you were sick, or something,” you say, looking back up at him with a laugh in your voice now. “I saw you turn down, like, six different women that night, and I don’t know, I was genuinely concerned for your health.” You tell him, making a small smile pull at the corners of Jake’s lips that you’d been worried about him at all, had watched him long enough to see him turn others away.

“And so you thought you’d let me stew for a few more weeks? Have I not been a good boy enough already?” Jake asks with an amused twinkle in his eyes. He knew he was getting to the end of his rope tonight, but in reality, it never mattered to him how many weeks or months you made him wait, any amount of time would have been worth it. You shrug and dip your eyes away from him to dance around the room.

“Not exactly. I mean, I didn’t totally believe Javy, but I figured there might’ve been some truth there. I mean what is this, like, the… fifth time in two months you’ve asked me out?” You question, half to yourself as you do some maths.

“Fifth times the charm,” Jake replies seriously, having no other memory anymore of how the quote is supposed to go and not entirely realising he’s said it wrong at all. You snicker at this glimpse at just how far gone he is, but he doesn’t mind.

“I’m sorry I didn’t give you a real chance before now,” you say quietly, before pulling a conciliatory expression. “But to be fair, if you were any other guy, I’d be totally right about you… I still could be,” you sound as though you’re trying to convince yourself, and trial off after biting your lower lip in a distracted sort of way. Jake nods, understanding your hesitation. You weren’t to know that he cared about you more than anyone he’d met before, more than anyone ever could, but he’s also aware that there was no point to talking the big talk when it came to things like this.

“Well now, excuse me Darlin’! I didn’t work so damned hard on my exceptionally slutty past for you to just sweep it all aside for me! It’s just plain disrespectful,” Jake blusters, playing up his accent as much as he can, but still only coming out sounding half indignant. You blink in surprise at his disapproval, and quickly try to hide the sound of your snort as it escapes through another laugh, clearly taken aback and not expecting this angle from him.

“So this is what's gonna happen instead; you’re gonna make me work just as hard for this, for you, and once you’ve made yourself an honest man outta me, then we can talk about being right or wrong,” Jake states matter-of-factly, like he isn’t simultaneously pleading you for more than this, and begging you to stand your ground at the same time.

Your laughter turns softer, pulling him from his reverie. He finds you watching him, considering his words as he’d trailed off somewhere in his head while waiting for your response. There's a small twinkle in your eyes that tells him you had no plans to take it easy on him ever, but as if you know he won’t be abated by that alone, you lean in toward him, resting your chin in your palm while blinking up at him coquettishly.

“Well, you’re already on the right track, with this whole ‘saving yourself’ business. I appreciate that, off the bat,” you say, and Jake is kind of relieved, because while it wasn’t necessarily something he had to do, you weren’t an item and had turned him down four times so feelings or no, Jake wouldn’t have been in the wrong if he’d slipped up once or twice, but he’s glad that you acknowledge your approval, at least because now he knows now and feels a gust of pride inflate his chest.

“To be clear, though, I would make you work for it regardless of your past. I know what I’m worth, what I bring to a relationship, and what I want out of one, and I know those things too well just to forget them. Not for anyone.”

Jake nods vehemently, once again in complete agreement.

“Good. That’s real good, sweetheart. I don’t,” he tells you honestly, now feeling a sense of distinctly unearned pride that you were already so intune and aware of your value. He knows that for most people, including himself, that those things are only learned once they’re older.

Your face flashes with surprise, startled by his admission of what was probably at least some basic emotional intelligence. “I’ve never wanted to know it, it wasn’t important before…” Jake trails off, and feels a sense of hesitation and regret start to poison his tongue. Was that too much? Too callous? You were aware of his colourful sexual past, but plenty of people had those. Jake had been calculated in his endeavours, and he’s suddenly ashamed, and not sure if he wants you to know that.

For a few beats you look at one another, Jake trying his best not to break eye contact, somehow hoping it will tell you all you need to know about his intentions, but after a moment, it’s you who looks away, shifting back into your position resting both arms atop the bar, where you begin fiddling with your drinks coaster.

“You know, you don’t have to be quite that honest, you can try to like, impress me still,” you say after a couple more seconds pass, and Jake lets out a shaky, anxious breath when a sideways, wry smile accompanies your words.

“Rather you be impressed by the truth than anything else,” he responds, mimicking your lean, your arms pressed against one another now, and Jake could be mistaken, but he’s almost certain that you lean some of your weight into him.

“‘M just sayin’ you don’t have to, like, abase yourself just for me to think you’re dealing fair. I already know you’re not exactly a two rodeo pony, but if you’re trying to be, that’s all I ask.” you look up at him and catch his gaze. Jake thinks over what you’ve said, not fully being able to believe it, but he wonders now if this will be just as much about proving his worthiness to himself, just as much as it was to you.

As if he has little screens in his eyes that relay his every thought like a teleprompter, your expression softens once again, and this time Jake is sure that you’re leaning into his side, your weight falling solidly, but comfortably onto him.

“C’mon Hangman, you’re the best, aren’t you?” you tease, even nudging him playfully. “Who says you aren’t the best at this too?” you go on to ask, raising your eyebrows challengingly. Jake feels both a thrill at the slight taunt to your voice, as well as a deep affection and reverence that you know exactly how to play him already.

He picks up what you’re putting down, and lifts his chin to look down at you, one eyebrow of his own lifting in an almost condescending manner.

“Certainly not you, that's for damn sure, sweetheart.” Jake damn-near gloats, chest puffing out and pride swelling up again substantially at the way you seem to enjoy this display.

“Well then, I can’t wait to find out!” You say, knocking into his side once more with your elbow. Jake’s smile flickers more genuine, and after a moment of brief thought, he uncrosses his arms on the bar and slings his arm casually around your shoulder. You move into him almost like you’ve been waiting for him to do this, like for the past few weeks you’ve been thinking about it and what you might do if he did.

You grin up at him and Jake smiles back, lowering his face down to yours so that when he speaks again, you’re the only one in the room who can hear him

“Just promise me one thing,” Jake asks, serious as ever now. Your features crease a little, but you nod.

“Sure, what is it?”

“Never stop shooting me down. It’s kinda sexy.”

You let out a shocked, joyful laugh, even as your eyes gain a mean little sheen to them, the contrast between your sweet chortle, and the evil look on your face only making his own grin widen. Jake makes a note to bring this up in his wedding speech.

#jake seresin x reader

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b0nten · 2 years ago

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hii, I was thinking for the 1k followers event (congrats btw☆) at number 10 with Mikey. maybe his s/o is a foreign(hope I wrote it right :/) that has to go back to their country for a couple years and they promise eachother to get back together once they meet again?? 🛐 jfdjfjwk

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ it hurts because it isn’t fair. it hurts even more because you’re tired of being selfless. this is your moment to be selfish.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ hellooooooo!!!! here it is! i know it took a lot of time, but i really liked this idea since i first got the ask🤭 hope you like it! prompt no. 10 “remember me” + mikey ;

tw: kind of a breakdown?

TOKYO HEART CLUB

“it’s all righ— “

“no it’s not! don’t tell me it’s alright when it isn’t, mikey! does it look alright to you?”

mikey pushes your head even harder into his shoulder. his already dirty toman uniform is dirtied even harder with your cries and he feels his heart shattering at the sound of your off-chord symphonies.

“i worked my ass off, and you know that!” you raise your head and yell at him, as if it’s any of his fault, “i studied japanese alone, i bought all my books and study materials, i got here on my own, with no one’s help! i won the shadowing residency at UTokyo and i did all i could so i could be top of my class and stay here! and how do i get rewarded? i’m being sent away because some snot-nosed, rich kids want to come to japan to fool around and they had to bribe admissions!”

mikey looks in your eyes with a look so comforting, yet annoying. it’s the looks that means ‘i know, you deserve none of this”, but that very look pains you because you know it too. perhaps it’d have been easier if you would have convinced yourself it was you who did something wrong, but you really were a picture-perfect student: highest grades, always respectful and attention-paying in class, never got into fights that the study abroad agency heard of, you did everything to a t. and yet they still want to send you away? because of what? rich kids that’ll do nothing but get low grades, won’t even bother studying japanese and most likely get arrested for doing dumb shit, sooner or later? everything you have, they don’t, and they’re still sending you away? and not just you, all of your friends, kids who put in just as much effort as you to get where they were. and now, all of their dreams are shattered.

you look in his eyes and in their reflection plays a painfully beautiful movie of memories. your eyes start to water even harder and you just can’t take it anymore.

“don’t let me leave, mikey!” you grab onto his shirt and with fists full of white cotton you pull on it, as if you’re pulling your own hair out, “i love you, i love being here with you, you’re my sec— screw that, you are my family! i don’t want to lose you, you know? and i don’t want you to forget me, please don’t forget me! always remeber me, mikey! i still want to be your girlfriend and i still want to patch you up after you come home all beat up after gang fights! i want to be there on the sides to take care of you and your team, i still want to be toman’s chief of medical assistance and hear you guys laugh about my title! i — i — “

his soft palm meets your quivering mouth and he eyes you down. his soft lips part and his eyes widen.

“what do you mean, you still want to be my girlfriend, y/n? do you think you moving away for one year, hell, even less, is going to strip you of that title? do you think you’re not gonna be the queen of toman anymore, the angel of death that patches up fifty guys at once and does so with the utmost elegance? you’ll be my girlfriend till the end of the world, you’ll be toman’s chief of medical assistance until no toman member lives anymore, you’ll come here, first thing you do after graduating, and you’ll become not only toman’s lead and only doctor, but UTokyo’s as well. and we’re all gonna be waiting here for you. i’ll never forget you, not even when i’m dead.”

he pulls you close and shakes his head in a disapproving manner, “sometimes many dumb things happen in this smart thing, “ he cups your face and kisses your forehead, “let’s go to the meeting, y/n-sensei, toman’s chief of medical assistance, what do you say?”

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mp100fanworkstranslation · 2 years ago

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He too, is an evil spirit PART 1

Tome: Huh? Ekubo-chan, you’re the only one here? -Narration- There’s an evil spirit living at my work place. Ekubo: Why are you here again? And dont call me Ekubo CHAN. Didn’t we tell you to stop coming?

Ekubo: ennh...so tired -Narration- Well actually, he used to follow around one of the students at my school that was a grade below me. Tome: Where’s reigen Ekubo: Errands. I’m keeping an eye on the office. -Narration- Though I’ve never actually seen them (Ekubo and Mob) together.

-Narration- He doesn’t have a body. The one he has now is borrowed. In his original form, he looks like a green balloon. One day he started coming in to the consultation office in this body. Now he does it every once in a while Tome: Ekubo chan, would you like some tea? Ekubo: Sure, I’ll take some.

Tome thinks: lukewarm (ie. The tea has gotten a bit cold) -Narration- A while ago, the office suddenly closed for a few days Ekubo: Lukewarm -Narration- After that was when it started (”It” being Ekubo coming in, in his body) I’ve asked my bossed about it. Tome: Why did you close the office with no warning?

-Narration- His reply was

Reigen: The truth is, I became an angel. You have to keep it a secret though.

-Narration- This guy never seems to have a straight answer. I dont know if it’s just too much trouble to explain, or if he doesnt want to talk about it. Tome: Sure Tome: What does he mean by angel? Ekubo: No shame at all huh!....

-Narration- I remeber clearly the way that spirit looked then. He seemed to stare at my boss rather meaningfully. But I dont know if my boss noticed. He didnt say anything.

-Narration- So then, that’s when he started coming in, in the body of this unfamiliar man. Ekubo walks in: What kind of crap business is this... Tome: YAKUZA!! Reigen: Yep! It’s the Yakuza alright! Ekubo: What?! No! It’s Ekubo sama. This is the first time you’ve seen me like this....

Tome: Ekubo chan? Come to think of it, the red spots on your cheeks look familiar. Ekubo: Well, that’s my trademark isnt it? Now stop staring.

Reigen: ...Okay but why did you come in with a body.... Ekubo: Well, I want some takoyaki too Reigen: Tch

-Narration- I don’t quite understand how these two relate to each other . If I had to describe it, theyre like bastard friends that still for some reason trust one another. But that’s not quite it.... there’s something else....

Reigen: Ah! Tome, you’re here again... Tome: Hello! Where were you? Reigen: I had some errands. Thanks for keeping an eye on the office Ekubo.

Reigen: Even though you just arrived, I’m sorry to say, but we’re about to close. Ekubo why dont you return your body? Tome: Eh? Ekubo: Alright Alright Tome: Well, alright, I have to bo back and pick up some stuff I forgot anyway. Reigen: Stuff you forgot? You mean at the school? Tome: Yeah

Reigen: Ekubo...why dont you go with her? Ekubo: WHAT?!

Ekubo: Why should I? Reigen: It’s already dark, and there’s lots of unsavory looking people that hang out around the school Tome: I’ll be fine... Reigen: Sure sure

Ekubo: No..she’s a highschool student. It’s not appropriate for her to be seen walking around with this older man. The police are going to have questions for sure. I’d get reported and..... Tome thinks: Wow he’s self-aware after all. Ekubo: Why dont you go yourself? Reigen: Well....then, can you take care of closing the office for the day? Record all the jobs in the ledger, calculate the day’s earnings. Answer emails. Preparing for tomorrow’s appointments. Update the website homepage, sweep up, lock up and lights out. Okay? Ekubo: ....................

Ekubo: FINE I GET IT! Reigen: Sounds good, You can go straight back after. Ekubo: I will Ekubo walking with Tome: THAT BASTARD Tome: ... I’m fine on my own Ekubo: Idiot Tome: Well...why dont you go and return your body first....

Ekubo: But it important that you dont look like you’re walking alone, isnt it? As a spirit, I can only intervene AFTER something has happened. Even if someone tries something and never gets far, its still something (T/N: Im not sure if this is getting through, but he’s saying that suppose someone tries to assult her. He COULD protect her, but only after it’s happened. Where as just by being with her, he can act as a deterrant. )

Ekubo: Let me put it a different way. No one is going to be trying anything with THIS guy around. (He means his body). Tome thinks: This spirit.... why does he.... -Narration- This spirit and the boss.... what do they have over each other... that’s a mystery too.

He’s not an employee, because he’s not being paid. He’s goes to the office at the request of the kid he’s always following around, but he seems rather dedicated and invested in his right.

He’s an evil spirit If he wanted to he could dispatch the boss without breaking a sweat.

Because the boss, Reigen aratake is not a psychic.

Tome: By the way, how’s Mob’s entrance exams going? Ekubo: Ah.... He’s having a hard time. But Ritsu is helping out But, I think he’ll be okay. He works hard.

-Narration- When the topic of conversation turns to my former underclassman (Mob) he doesnt feel like an evil spirit at all. He seems quite calm. I realized through this that his interactions with the boss is something different.

Classmate: Eh? Tome? Tome: Oh? You’re just now headed home? Classmate: Yeah. Did you forget something? Tome: Yeah

Classmate: And this man is..... Tome: Ah haha He’s from my part time job. He came with me because it’s unsafe to walk alone. So overprotective, am I right? Classmate to Ekubo: You’re a good guy.....sorry Ekubo: heh Tome: He’s got a scary looking face, but the red patches are his trademark.

Classmate: ....red patches on his face? Where?

Classmate: Is everything okay? -Narration- He’s an evil spirit Tome: Um... ye...yeah...We’ll anyway, see you tomorrow. -Narration- I keep saying this over and over. Tome to classmate: Bye!

-Narration- He’s a soul. Composed of nothing but energy. With no body. Existing outside of human constructs of morality. Ekubo: Heh...you scared now? I’m not going to eat you, you know. Tome: Ekubo-chan

Tome: The red patches on your face... No one else can see them?

Tome: What.... Hey! Stop!

Ekubo: I can choose who sees it. It’s because I’m an evil spirit. It’s a kind of favortism if you will Tome: favortism.... (T/N Im not sure what word to use for this, but something like Partiality or preferential treatment. He’s saying that letting other people see what he truly is, is a favor afforded to a some people he selects.)

Tome: Youre pulling my leg right? Ekubo: Nah, you’re pretty badass. Tome: What? Ekubo: That Hoshida guy, He’s got good taste. (Hoshida is the boy that was interested in Tome in the Reigen spinoff)

Tome: You mean upperclassman Hoshida? Why? Ekubo: No reason. Ekubo thinks: Isnt it obvious Ekubo: Terrible -Narration- He’s an evil spirit. The body he’s wearing now isnt his.

-Narration- Thinking about it, his voice, his physical sensations, the he who uses someone elses body to eat. Nothing is his, even something as simple as his own unique smell. Or many he does and I just dont know. Maybe he does as a spirit and I’ve jsut never gotten close enough. I wonder what the otherworld (Spirit world) smells like.

Tome: Thanks for coming with me to pick up my stuff Ekubo-chan. Ekubo: Heh Youre a student. How could you forget your homework? Tome: Hehe -They round the corner and there’s sounds of arguing- Tome: Huh? Ekubo: Huh? Voice: You made me feel so good after. Reigen: Well thats really.... Voice: I wanted to ask for your help again, and I never thought I’d run into you here. It’s too much of a coincidence. It must be....

See the rest of this story in Part 2

#Ekubo #Reigen #Tome #MP100

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sukislady · 3 years ago

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✰┊𝑴𝑯𝑨 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔

⠀⠀⠀⠀«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

# ft. denki kaminari, hanta sero, eijiro kirishima

# cw. afab!reader, toothrottingfluff!, prohero!dads, characters are in their early/mid 30s, children ages range from 1 yo- 5

# an. here’s part two of MHA as parents. i finally got enough time to write this lol. if you want to read part one with izuku, katsuki and shoto you can follow this link. give me some ideas to do like reactions, headcannons or scenarios, they’re always welcomed.

Denki Kaminari

i swear, this man is one of the best parents in the entire world!

he was over the moon when you told him that you would be parents.

he was the last one out of the ‘Bakusquad’ to have kids so they would mess with him that he was last in line. he didn’t care about that though cause he planned to have more than any of them combined

you told him you’re only going through pregnancy two time and that’s it lol.

once your little one arrives he was so scared to hold them, poor baby thought he would get too excited and shock the baby so it took him about a week to finally get over his nerves of being happy to hold the baby.

he cried.

he fell in love and swore to both of you that he would never leave, you guys would never need to want for anything.

his first child was a girl so he was already protective of her.

when she started to go to preschool he made his nephew, hanta’s son, swear to protect his little one and everyday he’d give him $5 for a job well done.

she loved her daddy!

sometimes you thought she loved him more than you but that was okay because you were happy they always had fun together.

he insisted that she sleep in the bed with you because “what if she gets cold and i cant put the blanket on her?”

Hanta Sero

he was the first to have kids, the two of you became parents a little while after he became the No.6 prohero.

he could remeber the day his son was made lol and found it so funny because he planned to tell that story to your kids when they were older.

you decided that someone needed to stay home with the baby so you were a fulltime mom

he would go to work and come home to see you and your four year old sitting at the dinner table doing the child’s homework.

he had an entire album in his phone of photos of the two of you off guard or not paying attention.

it’s what got him through the day.

that night, you had big news for your two favorite boys- you were pregnant!

hanta cried.

your son comforted him, telling him, “it’s okay daddy! i’ll help you and mommy with my baby brother!”

hanta cried harder cause why the hell did he have such an amazing family?!

it was worst when your daughter came

hanta was ready to fight every little boy who looked at his daughter.

her big brother was constantly watching over her, making sure no little boys messed with his little sister.

he and eijiro’s sons was the oldest so they would scare everyone away from hanta and denki’s baby girls.

hanta was always in trouble with you though since you thought he was teaching the boys bad behavior. that didn’t stop him though

Eijiro Kirishima

you told eijiro you were pregnant and he fainted

after he woke up though he kissed you, spun you two—three, as he would say even though the baby hasn’t even taking shape— and then sat you down to kiss on your belly

he was the most excited

he’s already a man with big golden retriever vibes— it was 10x worst

eijiro wouldn’t let you lift a finger!

“you’re already doing so much by carrying our son!”

“i’m barely showing! and what if it’s a girl huh?!”

timeskip eight months you’re giving birth to twins

yuuuup

two boys

eijiro fainted again

katsuki was there at birth of his godchildren— he also fainted cause how the fuck

god you thought eiji was manly before? wait til you see him with BABIES

he LOVED his sons, spoiled them rotten

when they got to the talking stage he was teaching them how to be chivalrous

as if two one-year-olds understood wtf daddy was saying

once they got old enough for school?

they were little sweethearts

mini manly men if you will

“mommy let me open the door for you!”

“no i wanna do it!”

then here comes eijiro’s grown ass— “actually, that’s daddy’s job.”

there’s always arguments about who gets to do what for you because to them

you were everything and as a manly man they wanted to give you everything

eijiro always had little competitions with the kids

“who ever can help me clean up the room without waking mama up i’ll let them buy their favorite toy!”

that’s how things got done

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unlikelyempathpruneauthor · 4 years ago

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Tour without You

Summary: fans saw the video of cal singing ghost of you and people think you two broke up.

a/n: SO YALL KNOW WHICH VIDEO I'M TALKING ABOUT RIGHT? Idk if he was actually crying, but a part of me tells me he was, but idk who knows, but i hope he was okay and is doing okay now.

You were currently home watching duke at yours and cal’s place. You couldn't go on tour with cal because of work, so being alone was a norm you had grown into. Whenever you didn't go on tour you and cal would spend time calling one another whenever a show was over, so he could see you and if you needed to comfort him for anything. He hated when he had to leave you alone, but you would reassure him you had someone that was a part of him. Duke would usually stay with the dog sitter, but when you stayed back home you watched duke. You two would have some quality time together as usual so the small pup can use his energy throughout the day.

For Cal though today, just wasn't his day. Their bus tour had taken a re-route, they got to the venue late, he couldn't focus during rehearsal since it was cut short, from them arriving late. Usually when stress came he was able to handle it well, but you usually were there to comfort him right there and then, which also added to his stress as well, not being able to be with you in moments like these. Fans in the audience and online had seen his expression and worried for him, especially when singing Ghost of you. He hated that his stress would reflect how he acts during shows, but today was really bad for him. Cal doesn't really notice when fans are recording, but a video had gone viral during the concert within minutes and fans skepulating about you and cal. You had no idea of this hence you not being near your phone all day and having a nice day out with duke. Your phone had been blasting all night and once you got home with duke you checked it once seeing all the notifications on all of your socials.You were slightly confused as to why there were so many so you checked it out.

@5SOSUPDATES: is it possible cal and y/n broke up? Could be because they haven been posting with one another. Also today’s performance he seemed sad, especially during Ghost of you.

“What the hell?” you said as the puppy barked at you as you continued to look for something that gave you some sort of idea that was going on. Then MTV also made a topic off of it.

SPECULATING BREAK UP RUMOURS: POPSTAR CALUM HOOD AND GIRLFRIEND Y/N L/N POSSIBLY BROKE UP BEFORE A SHOW DURING TOUR

You were quick to find the resources they were using to claim these speculations and there was a video of cal singing ghost of you, at first it was all good, he was singing good, you saw no sad emotions, but when it got to him harmonizing, with the ghost of you, that's when his expression changed. At first you thought that it was just the way he was singing. But you looked over and yeah you were convinced he was crying.

You tried to first go over anything you might have said to make him upset, but there was nothing, you texted when you could and he seemed fine the night before, so you didn't know what was wrong. Unless he lied to you, which he would do when he was away from you. He didn't want to bother you, but you always told him to talk to you when he was feeling down and not himself. You were always going to be there to talk to him always. Just then you got a call from mali, you were quick to answer as she probably has seen these as well.

“Mali, hey.” you said as she spoke, “hey super weried, but have you been on your socials and possibly MTV?” she asked as you sighed, “yes i have.” you said as she contuned, “okay, is it ture?? Did you two break up? Omg did cal do something because i swear-” she said as you giggled and cut her off, “no we didn't, well at least i think so, but uh, no i called him before this show and he seemed fine, but you know how he is, he doesn't tell the full truth until you get it out of him.” you said as she hummed, “thats true, well are you talking to him tonight?” she asked as you hummed back, “yeah i should be getting a call in about an hour, i dont think he has checked his phone yet, so i'll call you first thing alright?” you said as she hummed and you two said your goodbyes. As your phone was still blowing up, more and more rumours were being made, but you didn't expect to be getting attacked.

5SOSWILDFLOWER: Yall, there are some photos of y/n with another guy before cal had gone to tour, guess cal has a reason.

Caly/n_stan: i don't think she would cheat though, they've been together for years.

Lukehemmingsstan: i mean yeah but people change especially when dating a celeb, and it wouldn't be the first time a 5sos member would be cheated on.

@mikeycliff5sos: i mean you can tell she was just in it for the money and the fame, she never spoke about her job.

You were at first confused as to what pictures you were talking about, but then you clearly remember you were with the dog sitter, who happens to be a guy. He was one of Cal's best friends and he always took care of duke when you were away. You were there before cal had gone to tour, to tell him personally that you were staying with duke, since you knew him and it would be nice to catch up on duke’s behavior. Of course the fans didn't know that, but that didn't mean they should attack you. You were kinda stressed about this situation, especially with the things being said, fans even started to question your real intentions with cal and wondered if you were just after cal for his money and fame questioning your line of work as well, which wasnt public because you line of work was importnatn, you were a visual editor at entertainment company and well you kept it private and you didn't want any problems.

On cal’s side of things, he hadnt checked his phone at all wanting to handle one side of stress at a time. After teh show he realxed before calling you, making sure he looked good and fine. But once he lifted his phone he had seen so many notifications, at first he thought it was about the show from tonight but when he clicked he saw everything that was being said about you and him that you two had broken up and the means things being said about you. He was quick to call you as you answered quickly hoping he was okay.

“Hey” you both said quite rapidly, “sorry you go first.” cal said as you sighed and spoke, “are you okay? But i want to know the full truth cal, you know you can talk to me.” you said as he rubebd his head and wished he had spoken to you before anything, he knew if he talked to you hten these rumours wouldnt be made. “Fuck love, im sorry, we had to reroute the show for tonight we got there late, and rehearsal was rushed and, today i didn't do my best to hide my stressed emotions, i tried, but i couldnt, all i wnated to do was talk to you before the show, but i wasnt able to,” he said as his voice was cracking and you felt bad for him, you knew he handled stress well, but you knew today was one of those days, “bub its okay, just talk to me about this kind of stress to help you when you can, no matter what time it may be. I know im not htere, but remeber im a phone call away, always. No matter waht okay, you call me when youre feeling like this.” you said as he smiled a little missing you so much more than he should be able to.

“Youre too good for me you know that? Im sorry for waht the fans are saying, i'll straighten it out babe, they shouldnt be saying this stuff about you,” he said as you giggled, “its fine, it hurt at first, but i mean this all happend beucase i was out with dukes dogsitter,” you said as he laughed a little, “gosh the fans are really out of hand, i love you so much, youre there for me more than many times i could even count, you know youre it for me,” he said as you blushed hearing his words, he would tell you this all the time. It was true, you were it for him and he was it for you. “And youre it for me too, and i'll happily be there for you, always you know that.” you said as he smiled and jsut couldnt wait to get home to you. After talking for about 2 hours, you said your goodbyes and you had gone with the rest of your day as cal had straighten out with the fans about his citation.

He posted a picture on his story of you and captioned it:

To clear out the rumours from today, me and y/n are happily together. y/n has not and has never cheated on me, for those who know she is everything to me and i will do anything to not lose her. There is no anger towards this situation jsut please, be careful with what you say on the interent, even if y/n and i dont post about us everyday its not htat wer are not together, we like to live in the present with one another since i go away for tour. Usually shes here with me, but sadly she isnt. So again please just be aware with what you are posting, we are human and things that were said towards her will hurt anyone.

#calum hood #calum 5sos #calumthomashood #5sos calum #calum hood imagine #calum hood 5sos

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pillage-and-lute · 4 years ago

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The Stars Are Not Wanted Now

Was this among my list of WIPs I posted recently? No. Not at all. Because it popped into my head fully formed and hurt my feelings so I decided to make it everyone’s problem.

TW: Believed character death (not real) ,grief, discussions of hallucinations.

Title cheerfully stolen from W. H. Auden’s Funeral Blues

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It took Geralt almost an hour to realize what he’d done. He’d sat and stewed and wished his tearducts would give him more catharsis than a handful of small drops. He wanted to sob, really cry, eyes red and face wet, but his body let him down. He stared for a while at the dirt. At the footprints in the dirt.

They weren’t his. They were from Jaskier’s stupid shiny boots. Impractical boots that gave him blisters, but he’d only had enough money for one pair and he needed ‘court boots’ apparently. And he was walking down the mountain in those silly boots and a doublet that wouldn’t keep him warm as the mountain air chilled with night and Geralt had just let him go. Geralt had made him go. He didn’t have any gear, they shared gear and Geralt had made him leave.

Geralt’s slow, witcher heart beat double time as he realized he might have murdered his bard.

Roach huffed at him for being gone so long but he shushed her and loaded her up as quickly as he could. He needed her, and Jaskier needed him.

Geralt followed the footprints like a bloodhound, eyes and senses searching, but his mind wandered behind. Their relationship was such an odd one, Jaskier always traveling ahead or staying behind. Bards needed audiences and witchers needed wilderness, but they were never more than a few days from eachother, and every town Geralt went into he could be sure Jaskier was there. There had been exceptions of course, when bardic festivals or court appointments swayed Jaskier’s path, but he always came back. It was down to the separate nature of Geralt’s Path, with the capital P, and Jaskier’s path. Bards traveled between towns, straight shots, rarely sleeping rough, so his bard didn’t need gear, and it would only slow him down. Witchers wandered, fighting a monster here, collecting potion ingredients there, and coming to towns only for contracts and coin.

Geralt’s eyes scanned every inch of the track, never missing the boot prints, noting the depth of them, the scent of sadness lingering. A human would have missed the single, red thread caught on a bush, the shade of Jaskier’s stupid, too thin doublet. Geralt’s fingers plucked it from a branch.

He remembered how, in the first years of their acquaintance, he’d watched the bard walk away each time, believing he’d never see him again. But Jaskier had always come back. He’d circle around or wait in the next tiny village, playing ditties for barmaids and he’d greet Geralt with a smile that struck something sensitive and previously well protected in Geralt’s chest. Slowly Geralt had started expecting Jaskier’s presence and those treasured smiles.

It had come with detriments, that was true, Jaskier talked so much Geralt wondered how he found the air and he was foppish and disinclined to wake before noon. It was just that, so slowly that Geralt didn’t know how it had happened, those faults found favor in Geralt’s eyes.

And now he’d told Jaskier he was a burden. That he wanted him gone. As Geralt had grown to treasure his bard he’d stopped expecting Jaskier would leave him and started fearing he would instead. Geralt had just been the creator of his own nightmares, doing to their friendship what wind, weather, time, and age could not.

That was the thing, Geralt thought as his eyes scanned the trail, near invisible in the dark. Age. Jaskier was forty at least. Crow’s feet, Yennefer had said. He would have to leave Geralt sooner or later, settle in some city and see him only if Geralt sought him out. The impending end to their precious routine rolled Geralt’s stomach and took over his thoughts. Now, though, well, how weak was a forty year old human? Strong enough to go down the mountain in the dark? It seemed so, which was frustrating. Geralt was going as fast as he could while tracking Jaskier’s every footstep, but even his magical eyes only saw so much in total darkness. Jaskier was hiking blind.

A new scent drifted to Geralt’s nose. Wolf. A mixture of fur and wilderness and wet dog.

And blood.

Geralt let go of Roach’s reigns, sprinting as best he could, letting his nose lead him. He could smell blood. He followed it into the trees, crashing through the brush, careless of the briars that tore at him. He didn’t even smell his own blood, it didn’t matter, he didn’t care. All his senses narrowed down to the smell of Jaskier’s blood and...

and his eyes saw red. a torn doublet,

Geralt lurched forward, hoping, praying that it didn’t mean what he knew it meant. He clutched the rags to him and he stumbled. His foot hit something.

A boot. A stupid, shiny boot and it reeked of blood. Geralt let it fall from numb fingers. A tiny beam of moonlight struggled down, gleaming dully off of leather. Geralt knelt before the instrument case, smelling blood on the strap, feeling the contours of it. When he lifted it it was heavy. Jaskier had died alone on a vicious mountainside, devoid of his beautiful doublet and his lute.

Geralt felt a puff of breath on the back of his head. Roach had followed after him, picking her way through the forest in the wake of his mad dash. He pressed his face into her mane and finally felt tears flood his cheeks. She settled beside him when he no longer had enough water to cry and he just stayed there, knelt between tree roots and bushes, cradling the lute and a scrap of doublet that still smelled like chamomile.

He didn’t move until dawn.

When the runny light of morning came Geralt just moved on. Whatever had happened to Jaskier’s body, he couldn’t see it. Of course the bard deserved a proper burial, and Geralt cursed his weakness all the way down the mountain, but there mightn’t be much of Jaskier left to find. Geralt felt sure that if he saw his friend like that he’d simply lay down next to him and die too.

He already felt like he might.

Geralt moved on, physically. He moved around, slinging Jaskier’s lute up with his saddlebags. He wandered between towns and fought monsters, going north in a roundabout way. Going home.

Kaer Morhen was going to be cold that year, it always was, and Jaskier was never there, but without the hope of Jaskier’s smile in the spring the cold seemed to have taken residence in his soul.

Geralt wasn’t eating well. He couldn’t bring himself to do more than chew a few pieces of dried meat. He drank a lot and didn’t sleep and took too many risks when fighting monsters. It was foolish, he knew, it was how witchers died, getting sloppy like that. He did it anyway. And on the rare nights he did sleep, he clutched the tattered piece of doublet. The chamomile scent was slowly fading and Geralt feared when it left entirely. It and the doublet were all he had.

In light of all of this, Geralt wasn’t that surprised when he finally lost it. He heard music in a tavern and it sounded like Jaskier. Every bard sounded like Jaskier now. There were no instruments, just an achingly familiar voice. Of course, Geralt still had the lute.

When he walked into the tavern and saw a bard turn, saw Jaskier smile wide at him, Geralt didn’t even flinch. His medallion was still on his chest. This was no ghost, he had simply lost his mind.

Geralt sat at the bar without looking away from the apparition, and his heart swelled as it sauntered towards him. Jaskier looked so lifelike, so alive. There wasn’t a scratch on him. He was exactly the bard Geralt remebered, no crows feet to be seen. He was dressed in blue, not unlike when they had first met. Geralt’s heart twisted as he remebered all things he’d said, and, even worse, the things he hadn’t. His heart was thundering in his ears, blood rushing, everything else tuned out. It didn’t matter that Geralt had gone crazy, Jaskier was here and so beautiful and Geralt loved him so much that it hurt.

“Mind if I join you?” The hallucination said. Geralt just stared. He wasn’t going to talk to it, there were enough rumors about witchers without the townsfolk knowing he was crazy.

“C’mon, now, Geralt,” the faux Jaskier said. “You wouldn’t keep a man with bread in his pants waiting.”

Geralt just stared as the bard pulled a half-eaten roll from his pocket and winked. The hallucination stopped smiling, shoulders slumping. “I’ll go,” it said.

“Stay,” Geralt whipsered immediately. He was alright with going crazy because this last bit of comfort was so tantalizing, so real Geralt could almost reach out and touch. “Please,” he said, even quieter. “I’m sorry.”

Jaskier beamed and sat and ate and Geralt wondered idly who the bartender served in place of the man he knew couldn’t be there.

Geralt had thought the hallucination would be gone in the morning, but the vision of Jaskier was standing by Roach the next day, a travel bag over one shoulder. Okay, Geralt’s brain was in it for the long haul. Fine, but there had to be rules. That momentary weakness last night couldn’t happen again. He needed to get to Kaer Morhen soon if he wanted to beat the snows and there could be no distractions. So, no talking to the bard.

It was very hard not to talk to the hallucination. It traipsed and danced and prodded and teased, but when it got not even a hum in response the exhuberance dimmed. That was horrible. Geralt didn’t need the reminder that he’d hurt Jaskier’s feelings, he’d already killed him. The proof was walking right beside him.

Something in Geralt felt healed, though. It was why he didn’t try to fix this. Having Jaskier, even if it wasn’t real, was nice. He wondered what would happen if he reached out and kissed the bard. It was his hallucination after all. The thought, though, that he would reach out to Jaskier, who looked so real and alive, and feel nothing but air....Geralt would rather go through the trials again. It would be like losing Jaskier all over.

One night, when the hallucination reached out for the instrument strung on Roach’s saddle Geralt tensed. Some part of him believed that if this shade of Jaskier was reunited with his beloved lute he’d go, dissappear and leave Geralt all alone again. He didn’t, of course. This wasn’t a spirit, Jaskier wasn’t tied to this realm by the lute. He was a figment of Geralt’s tortured mind.

He played Toss a Coin and Her Sweet Kiss. As far as Geralt knew, Jaskier hadn’t finished the latter, but his imagination finished it anyway. It hurt to hear Jaskier singing about love unrequited, it was obviously about Yennefer but that...that wasn’t Geralt’s love. Geralt’s love had be eaten by a mountain. Red sky at dawning, Geralt had had enough of red. It didn’t put him in mind of Yennefer’s lips or of rubies or harpies or anything else, but Jaskier’s doublet, the scrap still hidden in Geralt’s bags, and some words. “See you around, Geralt”

The apparition continued to play, but Geralt turned his face away. Maybe this was torturing him for killing his only blessing.

At the crossroads of the northern mountains Geralt paused. He had been walking besde Roach, resting her for the trek up the Killer, with Jaskier’s lute across the saddlebags and his hallucination trailing along behind. This was where Jaskier always parted from him in the autumn, and the hallucination stepped forward, reaching toward the lute on Roach’s back. Geralt felt ice down his spine.

His hallucination was going to leave, of course it was, Geralt had never brought Jaskier to the keep, but to be there all winter without this small, fake comfort would kill him.

Geralt wrapped his hand around the lute strap, ready to pull it from the nonexistant fingers of his dead companion. “No,” he said.

He slung the lute over his shoulder and walked toward the Killer, praying that his failing mind wouldn’t choose now to become sane. To his relief, the hallucination followed.

On the way to the keep the vision changed into a warmer cloak and gloves and Geralt marveled at the detail. He wondered if he wasn’t dead himself, or asleep and simply dreaming, but he kept going up the trail, hearing the crunch of Jaskier’s shiny boots on frost. The vision talked and Geralt loved its voice and cursed the sound.

Night was falling when they reached the gate of the keep, and Geralt could see three lit lanterns, one for each brother and another for Vesemir. He paused, watching the lights come closer. He drew a breath, in through his nose, smelling pine and chamomile, out through his mouth. He couldn’t let the others know. He had to pretend that the ghost of all his regrets wasn’t doggin his steps. He flexed his fingers on the strap of the lute.

“Don’t just stand there, idiot, get in here, it’s cold,” Lambert called. Eskel smiled at Geralt and took Roach’s reigns, cooing to her as Geralt followed Vesemir and Lambert into the hall.

The fire was lit and warmth seeped into Geralt’s numb fingers and toes. Vesemir raised an eyebrow at him.

“Aren’t you going to introduce your guest?”

“What?”

“Vesemir shook his head. “Gods almighty, Geralt, I didn’t raise you boys with much manners but I thought you had some.” Then Vesemir turned to where the vision of Jaskier stood. “You Geralt’s bard?” he asked.

“There’s no one there, Ves,” Geralt hazarded.

Vesemir scowled at him. “Stupid prank to play on your old teacher. Never get an apprentice, lad, they’ll take your sanity and all your time.” That last part wasn’t aimed at Geralt. It was like someone had poured fire into Geralt’s veins.

“You can see him too?” he asked, quietly.

“What game are you--” Vesemir began, but Jaskier’s eyes had gone soft with understanding.

“Oh, Geralt,” he whispered.

Geralt stretched out one shaking hand and caressed his bard’s chilly cheek. Jaskier leaned his face into it and brushed a kiss against the palm. “I’m so sorry, dear heart,” he said, stepping closer to Geralt and wrapping his arms around his neck. “I should have known something was off.”

“You were dead,” Geralt said into the crook of his neck. “There was blood and your doublet was shredded, and you left your lute behind.”

“You truly thought...all this time? Geralt, I thought you knew,” Jaskier said, warm breath brushing Geralt’s ear. To his surprise, Geralt was crying, tiny, bare tears and shoulders shaking.

“Knew you were alive?”

“That too, but dearest, I’m a changeling, on the mountain I...I was so sad I just wanted to run away, and I was so tired, so I became a wolf.”

“Changeling...you’re fae?”

“Only half,” Jaskier said. “Or less, I’m not sure, but I can change into all the animal of the forest.”

“You never have.”

“It’s a painful feeling and you can’t play a lute with wings or paws but I was overwhelmed so I just...oh darling I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for you to think--”

“I smelled blood.”

“My boots, you told me to buy the practical ones, but I didn’t listen.”

Geralt pressed his forehead against Jaskier’s and felt the warmth of him. “You’re alive,” he said. “You’re real and you’re alive.”

“You thought all this time I was a ghost?”

“A hallucination,” Geralt said. “A good dream, or torture for killing my...”

“Killing your what, darling?”

“Killing my love. Letting my greatest blessing be taken from my hands. I thought it was penance, my love.”

Jaskier leaned in and kissed Geralt softly. His lips were soft and perfect and too chapped to be a dream. His breath tasted like the jerky they’d eaten on the trail and it was real. When he pulled away Geralt leaned back in and kissed him again.

“Nothing I said on the mountain was true,” he mumbled against dry lips. “Not a word. I love you more than life itself.”

“I love you too,” Jaskier said. “And I won’t leave again, not even if you tell me to.”

“I won’t,” Geralt said. “Never again.”

#geraskier #the witcher #geralt of rivia #post mountain #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #angst with a happy ending #fake character death #tw: grief and mourning

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andreafmn · 4 years ago

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Running In Circles - Chapter 1

Word Count: 3,196

Characters: Female Reader Rossi Character, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ”Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, George Foyet, Multiple Unsubs and Victims

Story Description: (Y/N) Rossi is following in her father’s footsteps by joining the BAU team as a profiler. The girl genius knew almost everything but she could have never predicted falling for Aaron Hotchner, her boss and her father’s friend. in their world mutual feelings are not enough to push them together. Will all the adversities and obstacles they face pull them together or push them apart forever?

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Criminal Minds, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and CBS Network. The only thing I own is Arden Rossi, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others' story line.

Chapter: 1/?

Chapter Description: (Y/N) remebers her first day in the job and recounts all the cases and events that led to the downfall of George Foyet.

A/N: I decided to say fuck the anxiety of posting and put up my Aaron fanfiction. It’s been gathering dust in my documents folder and I love writing too much to keep it to myself. I’m not sure how many chapters this will have but there’s already 8 chapters all finished up. Soon I’ll be posting ff of all the fanfictions I enjoy also! If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

Next->

Chapter 1

“Good morning, BAU!” I said as I walked through the doors of the elevator and entered the bullpen. I could still remember how it felt the first time I got here.

I walked out of the elevator and made my way to the first office on the left. I was to meet

SSA Aaron Hotchner for an interview to join the BAU. My hands were shaking, and my body was getting warmer by the second. But I remembered my father’s encouraging words. “You’re gonna do great, mia bella.”

Not only was I extremely young, but I also had a lot to live up to. Being the daughter of SSA David Stephen Rossi was no easy task. He was an amazing agent, mentor, and father. He always pushed me to be the best at everything I did. When I started high school, I decided to get a head start on my college studies and applied to dual enrollment. When I graduated I did so with a Bachelor’s in Computer Science. Then, I worked my way to a Master’s in Psychology and Social Work, and a Doctorate in Criminal Justice. At the same time, my father trained me as a profiler. All my life I knew I wanted to be in the FBI, just like him. I was always impressed at all he did and wanted to be just like my hero. The day I told him I had been recruited by the FBI and was set to work in the BAU he said it had been the greatest day of his life.

Now my shaking hand raised to softly knock on the door before me.

“Come in,” someone said from inside. The door softly creaked as I opened and was met by a tall man with dark hair and a shorter blonde woman. “Agent Rossi, welcome.”

“Thank you, it’s an honor to be here.” I smiled and shook Aaron Hotchner’s and Erin Strauss’ hands.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Agent Rossi,” Erin smiled. “Have to say, you have a very impressive curriculum and your disinvolvement in our past interviews and tests have been outstanding.”

I smiled and turned the bracelet on my wrist for comfort.

“I must concur with Chief Strauss,” said Hotch. “I believe you will be a great addition to the BAU team.”

After sharing a few pleasantries and being handed my badge and gun, I was following Hotch to the briefing room to meet the rest of the team. Formally, at least. I had heard everything about them when I spoke with my father. He left no detail out.

“Morning, everyone,” Hotchner started. “I called you all in early today so you could meet the newest addition to the team. This is Agent (y/n) Rossi.”

To the sound of my name most of the mouths in the room dropped.

“Rossi, as in David Rossi?” The slender, messy haired agent said. I could only assume that was Spencer Reid. As my father had described him, a curly mess dressed in vests.

I nodded.

“Rossi, you didn’t tell us you had such a beautiful daughter.” That would be Derek Morgan. The hottie Casanova with a silver tongue.

“I hadn’t?” My father questioned and smirked, knowing full well the answer.

“Well, he’s talked a lot about all of you,” I smiled.

“All good things I hope,” Emily smiled.

“Great things,” I returned the smile. “I could probably make out who is who by the things he’s told me.”

“Go ahead,” Aaron challenged.

“Alright,” I cleared my throat and started going around the table. “Curly hair, vests, analyzing everything I’ve done and said since I walked in… you’re Spencer Reid.”

He smiled brightly.

“Tall, dark, handsome, and a silver tongue. Plus, you checked me out as soon as the doors of the elevator opened… Derek Morgan.”

He smirked.

“Calm, cool, and collected. Quiet but present, inspecting my presence here… you’re Emily Prentiss.”

“She’s good,” Emily muttered to Morgan beside her. I continued.

“And last but not least, bright colors, fun accessories,” I said looking at Garcia. “Even though you’re smiling, you’re not sure about me yet because you don’t like change and are probably going to dig up everything you can on me as soon as you can… Penelope Garcia.”

She stiffened and Derek chuckled.

“Don’t worry, I get it. I do not like change that much either. And here,” I reached my hand into my bag to pull out a rather thick folder. “I’ll save you the work. Background check, complete internet history, social medias, and all the whatnots you would need to build a very extensive profile.”

“Oh, thank you,” she reached out her hand and grabbed the folder, smiling at the floor.

“And well, I already know Agent Hotchner and my father, so they don’t need much of an introduction.”

“No, but you do,” my father said joining my side. “Tell them a bit about yourself.”

“Well, I have a bachelor, two masters, and a doctorate degree: I’m 23, I’m Rossi’s daughter…” In the middle of my thought process dad cut in.

“She’s beautiful, she’s intelligent, and she’s the one I call when I’m stuck on a case.” I smiled.

“She also passed every test with flying colors,” Aaron added. “And her profiling skills are exceptional.”

“Thank you,” I blushed. “I think it runs in my blood.”

“Well, welcome to the team,” Aaron continued. “Let’s get to work.”

That was almost three years ago. A couple of days after, I met JJ who had visited with her newborn son Henry.

In very little time I had grown attached to this family. I was most of the time partnered with Spence and we developed an amazing bond. It did help that I loved playing chess and we could have highly erudite talks. Also, I very much enjoyed his over sharing of facts. But really, I was close to them all. On my spare time I was found watching movies with Derek and Penny, perusing book shops with Reid, having girl nights with JJ, Penny, and Emily, or sipping on top grade scotch while finishing paperwork with Hotch.

Spending time with Hotch was my favorite pastime of all.

I realized I had developed feelings for him the day he was captured by Foyet and left at the hospital. Receiving the call from Emily that she had found blood at his apartment literally knocked the air out of my lungs. Reid could tell that my reaction would not have been the same where it had been any of the other members. For some time, he had deduced my attraction to our unit chief. Once we had captured Patrick Meyers and Reid had been sent off to a hospital, we sped off to St. Sebastian Hospital. I could feel my heartbeat going faster and faster as I felt time slipping by. More than once I had asked Morgan to go faster and with sorry eyes, he told me he was going as fast as he could.

Seeing Hotch on a hospital bed, greatly hurt, broke me. I knew everyone on the team, just like Reid, had figured it out. I was the first one in when the doctor announced he was waking up. His eyes fluttered open as JJ, the last one to enter, made it in.

“Where am I?” He groggily asked.

“In the hospital,” dad answered.

My eyes could not leave his face, even as all I wanted was to imagine him in a different state. Derek told him how he made it to the hospital and Emily asked Hotch what had happened. Closing his eyes, Hotch explained step by step how everything had gone down. Upon more investigation, we quickly figured what Foyet had taken and, a page from his planner that held his ex-wife’s and son’s current address and a picture of them, respectively.

Once we had that information, the team knew exactly what to do. Emily and I volunteered to stay behind and update the team if anything changed. As soon as he went to sleep, we let out a locked breath. But the relief was short lived as his pulse started to get exceedingly fast.

“What happened?” The doctor asked.

“I don’t know,” I croakily muttered out. Emily put a hand on my back as I softly touched his arm.

“Agent Hotchner. Can you hear me?” The doctor called out. “Agent Hotchner?”

He finally opened his eyes and responded. “I’m okay.”

The doctor asked us out of the room as she checked on him and Emily helped stabilize my walk as we made it out. I saw the doctor and a nurse check him as I picked the skin of the thumb of my right hand. Emily noticed and grabbed it, knowing well of my nervous ticks. The other being closing my fist hard enough to dig my nails in it.

“He’ll be okay,” she smiled. “You know he’s a fighter.”

I softly smiled at her, not knowing if she said it for me or for her to believe it too.

Once we knew Haley and Jack were safe the three of us let out a relieved sigh. Hotch squeezed the hand I had been holding as he slept, needing the reassurance of a trusted presence next to him. He asked Emily about the scene at his apartment, but she could not give him definite answers. In a moment of silence, she excused herself to go buy coffee and I took this chance to ask him what had been going through my head.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened?” I asked worry evident in my eyes.

Sighing, he responded. “I don’t know. After he stabbed me the first time, it all goes blank.”

He looked straight into my eyes and I could tell he knew more than he let on, but now was not the time to push him. He had been drained: physically, emotionally, and mentally. In that moment, Haley walked in and I let go of his hand to leave them to talk. From outside of the room, I could hear the heartbreaking moment and knowing he was in pain shattered my heart. That day had absolutely devastated us as a team, but it only made us more determined to find Foyet and end him.

But life and work went on. The whole month he was off, I spent most of my free time helping in his recovery and his healing, using the little training I had in wound treatment. The other part of my time I spent with Reid, who was also in recovery. A far less pressing injury, but an injury, nonetheless. And he was my best friend, so I could not completely abandon him.

We were all worried about him coming back to the team with Foyet still out there, but dad reassured us he would only be more motivated. Yet the first case back, he was different. He was usually professional and understanding, now it seemed that no matter how well we worked, we would make a mistake. And when we finally tracked down the unsub and he made his way inside the house, no vest, and no gun, I knew there was something different in him. I tried to follow him inside, but dad stopped me.

“We have to trust him,” he told me. Even with those words we were all unsure of the outcome. My head was working 1,000 miles a minute coming up with different ways this could all end up in, and when I heard the gunshots, my mind only went to the darkest end. Quickly we stormed in the house and saw Hotch putting handcuffs on Darrin, and a very dead Jarvis on a recliner.

My father spent most of his time with me reassuring me that Hotch was still the same man he had been a month before. And I spent most of my time with Hotch reassuring him that he was not alone.

At the end of most cases Emily, dad, and I sat with Hotch in his office to drink a cup of scotch and unwind after a stressful day. I stayed nights overtime often and was there on the night that Strauss had landed a surprise visit to his office. The next day he became hyper focused on Derek’s work, which later he revealed to me the reason why. The bureau was questioning his leadership and he meant to step down as unit chief at the end of that week. This ended with Derek becoming active unit chief whilst Hotch was being investigated.

The days that followed were quite strange. We were used to taking orders from Hotch and now taking orders from Morgan was completely different. But business went on as usual. We worked on cases just as hard and solved them just as efficiently. With one case always hanging on us like a dark cloud. George Foyet. With every case we finished we knew he was still out there, which meant that Hotch was still hurting and hunting.

But the dreaded day had caught up to us. With the last case we had been on in Hampton we knew Foyet had found Hotch. He was taunting Hotch, dangling his life in front of him. Once he had sent us that calling card, we pressed harder on our investigation, pulling at whatever string we could find.

Thankfully, JJ pulled our medication string harder when she found out about the ability to substitute prescriptions with over-the-counter meds. We worked tirelessly and strongly to shorten the investigation part of this case. We needed to catch him, fast.

“Wait a minute, guys. Foyet likes things that have meaning to him,” I said looking at the map presented in front of us. I could see that Reid knew where I was going.

“The eye of providence, the addresses in blood he wrote on the bus that led back to him,” Spence added, and I nodded.

“Maybe he’s doing the same with his name,” I said as Reid wrote down George Foyet on the board.

“Like an anagram or something,” Emily chimed. Quickly, Reid got to work on the theory crossing out and circling letters. Adding ‘The Reaper’ onto the board and utilizing it, once Hotch had pointed out Foyet gave himself that name. He kept up this process until the name Peter Rhea came to existence.

Garcia tracked down the name and quickly found an address in Arlington. We had found him, but it was just too easy.

We were waiting outside of the apartment building for too long, waiting for something, anything. Once Morgan had given his orders, the plan was set in motion. Still, something in the back of my mind kept telling me it was too easy. We stormed the empty apartment and searched for anything that would help us find his actual location. His computer was quickly deleting files, but Garcia was better. Haley’s protection unit was in trouble.

As soon as it clicked, we were on our way to the stash house. Inside the house Marshal Sam Kassmeyer was hurt, losing blood quickly. With the little he was able to tell us we knew that Haley and Jack were in danger. Sam had not told Foyet anything, but George was smart, unfortunately. He had disguised himself as a Marshal and lied to Haley to get her where he needed her. Only him had communication with her. Everyone was on edge wanting nothing more than to find this man.

In the office we heard Hotch’s conversation with Foyet. He was working hard to buy some time for us to find him but knowing George he already had a plan set in motion. He had eyes on the pair, he was with them. I could only imagine what Hotch was going through.

“Alright, Foyet has to be in control,” Derek said, breaking me out of my thoughts. “He had Haley come to him.”

“Yeah, but where would he take her?” Spencer asked. We all started thinking and speculating. There was something in the call that told Hotch where to go. That was the key.

“Reid, what did he say, exactly?” I emphasized on the last word.

“Haley’s hair looks good dark. She’s lost some weight. It must be because of all the stress you caused her. Where’s the little man? Oh, there he is now. Do you think he likes Captain America because of you? That’s your wife on the other line. Hold, please. Hi. Open the gate and I’ll drive in.” Spencer recited in a monotone voice.

“Open the gate?” My father questioned.

“It would be someplace with the biggest emotional impact for Hotch,” I said looking down to organize my thoughts.

“And Haley has access to the gate,” Derek added, and it clicked.

“Their house,” I said. “Where they lived together.”

“Of course,” Emily said. “Foyet planned this all the way to the end. It’s everything to him.”

“He wants to take over Hotch’s house, to be in control, to prove his dominance,” I finished. We knew where he was going, and I was sure Hotch knew too and was already on his way.

On the way, Hotch got a call from Foyet’s phone. It was Hayley. I heard the emotion grabbing him by the throat. We could hear the whole conversation and my heart broke when he asked Hayley the magic words.

“Tell Jack that I need him working on the case,” Hotch breathed out. One drunken night he had told me about how he had found Jack inside a storage bench in his office after he had knocked on it. The smiling kid had told his father that he was working the case with Hotch. Hotch knew what was going to happen and so did I. This was the best chance Jack had at survival.

When Hotch told Jack to hug his mom and he said I love you, I let out a loud sob and Emily grabbed my hand tightly for support. But I was not the one that need the care. Hotch did. Haley’s words would forever be engraved in my head, and in the heads of our friends.

Three gunshots rang through the line right before it cut. Then I could not hold back the tears. I knew. I just knew.

Hotch was the first one on the scene and all I thought of was that he did not have a vest or any backup, so god knows what could have happened. For the second time in a matter of months all I could ask for was that Morgan drove faster.

At the house, Morgan was the first one in and the scene that unfolded in front of us was heartbreaking. Hotch was hitting Foyet over and over, and Derek had to hold him back. He was dead. I surveyed the scene and instinctively went to Hotch’s office, Hotch following close behind. Jack had to be there. I let Hotch walk past me and watched as relief overtook him when he lifted the lid.

“I work the case, daddy,” Jack said. Unbeknownst to everything that had happened. “Just like you said.”

“You did a great job buddy,” Hotch lifted his son out of the bench.

“What happened to you, daddy?”

“I’m okay. I want you to go outside with Ms. Jareau. Ok?” The child walked to JJ and she took him out in her arms.

And Hotch let go. He silently cried and I helped him make his way to where Haley laid. I stood by the door and turned away a police officer. Morgan stood up and squeezed my shoulder as he left the room behind the officer. I stayed outside of the doorframe, listening to the sobs of a strong man.

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For requests, would we be able to see more of Hunter dealing with his PTSD at the very begining of living at the owl house? I can imagine the hypervigilance, flashbacks and night terrors from being with Belos would be tenfold the first couple of months. I remeber reading an earlier fic of yours that went into Hunter's PTSD, and it was very nicely written. Thank you no matter what!

Heck yeah PTSD fic

“How’s he doing?”

Luz shook her head. “I think he knows I’m there, but he’s… not exactly responding?”

Eda felt her eyebrows creep upwards. “Not exactly?”

Luz rubbed her wrists. “He… lashed out,” she admitted, “It was like he knew I was there, but he didn’t know it was me. He’s just… trying to keep anyone and everyone away from him.” She swiped tears away from her eyes. “Eda, what if Belos messed up his brain? I mean, he was in rough shape when he got here, what if he hit his head too hard, or—or—I don’t know, Belos cursed him, or…”

Eda put her hands on Luz’s shoulders. “Luz. One step at a time. Even if Belos did scramble his head, we’ll take care of him. We’ll figure it out. For now, we should just… give him space to adjust. Especially if he’s lashing out.”

Luz nodded. “I’m… just going to check on him. One more time. I’ll keep my distance, I promise.” She thumped up the stairs, stomping her feet to give Hunter plenty of warning that she was coming, and opened the door.

Hunter was huddled up in a blanket on the far side of the room, watching her with wide, distrustful magenta eyes. He was still pale as a sheet, the circles under his eyes standing out like bruises, but he seemed… a little more alert.

“Hey,” Luz said quietly, staying where she was in the doorway, “It’s me. Luz. The human.”

“Hey,” he croaked. He tugged at the blanket around him, as if trying to disappear into it. “S-sorry about earlier. I… I forgot where I was. It won’t happen again.”

A wave of relief swept over Luz, and she crossed the room. “That’s okay. You’re still recover—” she reached for his shoulder, and at the touch, his eyes widened and he lashed out again, dropping the blanket and sweeping one leg under her, knocking her over. He immediately backed away, shaking his head and hugging himself tightly. “Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Sorry.”

Luz blinked up at the ceiling. “Whoa—okay. No touchy—got it.”

Hunter crawled back under the blanket, pulling it over his head so that only his face was sticking out. “Sorry,” he said again.

Luz picked herself up. “No harm done! I’m fine! I’m just a couple of doors down if you need me. Eda’s downstairs, and if you can’t find either of us, you can always just call for Hooty, but I wouldn’t recommend that unless you’re desperate.” She paused at the door. “Hunter? You’re safe here, I promise. We won’t hurt you, and… Belos is gone.”

He looked to the side. “Belos wouldn’t come after me anyway,” he grumbled, “He was done with me. I—I’m not—I don’t have a u—” he brushed at his eyes. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Okay,” Luz said softly, “Well—Eda and I are here for you. If you need us.”

“Th-thanks. I—I mean it.”

“I know.”

Xxx

You’re safe here.

Hunter buried his face in the blanket, his shoulders heaving. Would he even know what safe felt like?

You’ve served your purpose, Hunter.

I don’t need you anymore.

Titan.

“What am I supposed to do?” The words escaped his lips, and Hunter ran a hand through his hair.

A door slammed downstairs, and Hunter flinched. Okay. Calm down. Just… breathe.

Hunter curled up on the bedroll Eda had provided. Sleep. Yes. Rest. That was what he needed right now. The sun was starting to go down—he should get some rest. Yes. That would make him feel better.

Deep breaths.

Belos is gone.

Not that he’d seen it happen. He’d been…

Hunter shuddered. No. Not thinking about it. Luz said that Belos was gone, and he believed her.

He had to believe her.

There was a tap on the window, and Hunter jumped, scrambling out of view from the window, his heart pounding in his chest. He’s here. He’s come back to finish me off.

There was another tap, and Hunter crept towards the window cautiously, staying underneath the sill, then slowly peeking up. Another tap made him flinch, but when he looked, it was just a twig, blown into the glass by the wind. Hunter opened the window and snapped the twig off of its branch.

A cold wind blew the hair out of his face.

Hunter coughed, his lungs screaming for air. “U-Uncle? I—I don’t understand. What’s—”

Belos pushed back that pesky strand of hair that never stayed put. “Never mind, Hunter. Just trust me. The titan has big plans for you. Just hold still.”

Hunter blinked back tears from his eyes, shaking his head, disoriented. Where was he? Owl House, he reminded himself. But for a minute, he’d been back in the keep. He slammed the window shut, running shaking hands through his hair.

Titan.

What was that?

Hunter went back to the bedroll, his whole body shaky. I’m hallucinating. I need to go to sleep.

You’re safe here.

Xxx

“Si, Mama, school is going great! Amity was teaching me—”

Luz was cut off by a shriek of terror, and she jumped up. “Be right back, Mom!”

She was met by Eda at Hunter’s door. Eda pushed the door open.

Hunter was sitting bolt upright, his eyes wide, the irises almost completely taken up by his pupils. His chest heaved in frantic gulps of air. Luz crouched down next to him. “H-Hunter?” she asked in a low voice.

He didn’t seem to hear her.

Eda waved a hand in front of his eyes. He didn’t flinch, just kept staring ahead, beads of sweat dripping down his face. “He’s still asleep.”

Luz reached for his hand. “Hunt—”

He jerked back when her hand closed around his, thrashing away until his back hit the wall. And there he stayed until his breathing slowed back down, and his eyes slowly closed again. Eda scooped him up and deposited him back on the bedroll. “Whoof. That’s no fun.”

“Should we wake him up?

“Nah. Let him sleep.”

“What if it happens again?”

“Then we wake him up.” Eda put a hand on Luz’s shoulder. “He needs some rest—I don’t think I’ve seen him sleep once since he woke up from his coma.”

Luz shook her head.

What did Belos do to you?

Xxx

Left, Right, another right, left, straight ahead, through the doors—

Hunter shoved open the doors out of the keep and emerged in the throne room, Belos waiting for him.

“Where are you going, Hunter?”

Left, Right, another right, left, straight ahead, through the doors—

“Just hold still.”

A claw hurtled towards him, and Hunter snapped awake, staring at the ceiling of the owl house, sweat soaking through the back of his shirt. His whole body ached and throbbed the way it had—

Just hold still.

Hunter yanked the blanket over his head.

He’s coming for me.

He’s coming.

He’s going to take me back, and he’s going to—

Hunter thumped his head against his knees. He scooted to the door and locked it, then searched the room for something to block the window with. He settled on flipping a big trunk on its side and pushing it in front of the window. Hunter retreated to the corner, watching the whole room. Daylight eventually filtered through the cracks between the trunk and the window, and the doorknob jiggled. He froze, holding his breath.

Go away, go away, go away—

Footsteps thumped down the hall, and Hunter let out a sigh, his shoulders relaxing just a little bit. He leaned back against the wall, then shifted to the window, moving the trunk and opening the window, glancing down.

I can climb that.

“Hey, Hunter!”

Hunter shrieked as a face was suddenly stuck in his, stumbling backwards and throwing a punch. He overswung and fell down, his heart pounding in his chest. He struggled to his hands and knees, the blood roaring in his ears.

He’s here, he’s here, he’s here, he’shereheshereheshere—

“Hunter?!”

Eda kicked the door down and Luz burst in, but Hunter only barely registered the fact, his mind whirling at a thousand thoughts a minute, none of them finished, dizzying and frantic. He heaved in frantic gasps of air, and it wasn’t enough, he was suffocating—

He’s here—

Just hold still—

I’m going to die—

Useless, useless, useless—

Just hold still

“Hunter—Hunter, it’s okay. It’s okay, you’re here. Hunter, listen to me, focus on me. You’re okay, you’re at the owl house. Belos is gone. He can’t hurt you anymore. You’re safe here.”

Hunter latched desperately onto Luz’s voice like a lifeline.

“Deep breath in,” she ordered.

I can’t, I can’t, I can’t—

He was dizzy and sick

He’s here—

I can’t fight like this—

“Come on, Hunter, do it with me, deep breath in.”

I can’t, I can’t, I can’t—

“Yes, you can.”

Had he said something out loud?

“Deep breath in. Come on, I’ll show you, just copy me.”

Something clicked, and his body unconsciously responded, copying Luz’s breathing pattern.

“Iiiiiiiiin… ouuuuuuuuuuuut. Iiiiiiiiiiiiin… ouuuuuuuuuuuut.”

Hunter sucked in another deep breath.

Luz reached out, as if to pat his back, then drew back. “Theeeeeere we go. That’s it.”

In… out.

Hunter sat back on his legs, running a hand through his hair and letting out a deep exhale. Hooty’s face was peeking in through the window. The bird worm looked shocked, and… a bit guilty.

“Sorry, Hunter,” he said in a more subdued voice, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Luz gently pushed the demon away. “Okay, maybe give him some space, Hooty.” She knelt down next to Hunter. “You okay?”

He shook his head, his stomach writhing like he’d eaten a bag of snakes. He was pretty sure if he opened his mouth right now, he’d throw up.

“Okay. Hey. We’ve got you. I’m sorry about Hooty, I’ll… tell him to be more careful.”

“Are you sure Belos is gone?” The words burst out of his mouth before he could stop them.

Luz nodded. “Witch’s honor—he’s not coming back, Hunter. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

“It just—I don’t know, I just… I knew he was coming for me.”

“He can’t.”

“I know, I know that he can’t, but it felt like he was, and I…” Hunter ran a hand through his hair again, frustrated tears blurring the corners of his vision. “I don’t know what’s going on!”

Luz sat back on her heels. “I don’t know either,” she said simply, “What I do know is… you went through something big. Something you aren’t telling us. And you don’t have to tell us,” she followed up hastily, “If you’re not ready, none of us will make you talk about it.”

Just hold still.

Eda plopped down next to them. “But… when you go through something traumatic, you don’t… always come out the same. And that’s okay.”

“We’re here to help you through it,” Luz offered, “You’re at the owl house now—you don’t have to do everything alone.”

Hunter scrubbed at his eyes. “Th-thanks.” He hesitated, then burst out, “And you’re sure Belos is gone?”

Luz scooted around so that she was looking him right in the eye. “Belos is gone. He can’t hurt you. I promise.”

You’re safe here.

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