#and explaining to kids when and why swearing happens and I think that bleeds into my writing a lot

[reneesbooks]

Happy STS! Do your characters swear? How often? Why or why not?

hello love ❤️

Maura: swearing is unbecoming of a queen. she never swears but has been known to drop the occasional choice word at certain moments

Keelan: doesn’t really swear but doesn’t think about it much. swears more as he gets older and more worn out but still mainly saves it for the special occasions

Birdie: legally cannot say fuck

Jack: was raised on the streets and will cuss you out as a form of greeting

Arthur: was raised by nuns and very rarely swears. Jack is keeping a tally

Vonnie: insists that she doesn’t swear, only “seasons her language well”. will also cuss you out as a form of greeting

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Selfless hero gets kidnapped and tortured, and the first thought that comes to their mind is “is this punishment for all the things I’ve done..?” even though the worst thing they’ve ever done was something along the lines of beating up a villain for slaughtering dozens of civilians

Then enter their villain love interest who rescues them and showers them with comfort and warmth and hero doesn’t know what to do or how to react since they’ve always been the one to care for others, not being the one being CARED OF by others 💔 (also bc it’s supposed to be their nemesis, so they’re like “why tf are they saving me rn”)

You reap what you sow.

The hero stared at their broken fingers through their blurred vision. Their hands were shaking. Their throat hurt. The rain was cold and uncomfortable as it seeped through their torn clothes.

For the first time, they felt like a child again, getting bullied and beaten up at school. All of it had been so quick. They'd been kidnapped and tortured. They'd been thrown into an alley. But despite the broken bones and the open wounds, the fear was worse. They had slipped back into that terrified kid who couldn't even raise their hand in school.

They knew they deserved it. They deserved all of this. Violence only answered violence and they had beaten up enough people to be a criminal themselves.

When they saw the headlights, the hero closed their eyes laboriously. Would running over by a car be a painless way to die? They could tell bleeding out wasn't their biggest problem. It was the cold.

The driver's door opened and at first, the hero couldn't even tell that it was the villain who was approaching them.

"Shit..." the villain cursed. They didn't look amused.

Although the hero couldn't believe the villain was here to save them, they prayed in secret that it was true.

When the villain was close enough, they kneeled next to them.

"What happened?" Their eyes had dark circles under them and as the rain soaked through the villain's perfect hair, the hero understood that they truly weren't here to kill them.

The villain's hand found the hero's forearm.

"Talk to me, what happened?"

"I don't know, I really don't-" Suddenly, the hero's throat closed and the tears followed promptly. Their nose was running and anew, they were teleported back in time. So many times, they had blamed themselves for the abuse, they had protected their abusers and now, they could feel themselves do the same thing all over again. "I messed up."

"You went missing for two days," the villain said.

"What!? No, that can't be true. I was gone for a few hours, I swear." The hero felt more pain crawl up their throat. How on earth were they going to explain that to their boss? "Shit, what am I doing?! I have to go home."

They tried to pull themselves up and stand but their ankles had been smashed with a pipe. That they could remember. Embarrassingly, the hero struggled and almost fell to the ground again.

"Alright," the villain said calmly and before the hero could say anything, they picked them up as if the hero didn't weigh anything at all. "That's enough."

At first, the hero wanted to protest. But they didn't have the energy to fight nor did they think it would get them anywhere. The villain was warm and gentle, their hands were soft and their voice was calm. The hero knew this was dangerous. They were walking into a trap, into a comfortable and safe trap.

The villain was probably waiting for the right moment to end them.

However, when the villain put them on the backseat, they weren't sure what to expect. Although it was a big car, it was surely not designed to fit two people on top of each other in the back.

"What are you doing?" the hero asked. They were getting tired. "Why are you helping me?"

"Remember that time you pulled me out of the river?"

"Oh."

"Yeah," the villain said. They took off their coat and put the coat on the hero, attempting to cover them. "Now, let's start over. What happened?"

"I told you, I messed up..."

"I don't believe that. Please, in your own time." They held onto the driver's seat and reached for all the buttons in the front. Suddenly, the car got warmer and the hero grabbed the villain's hand. Their broken fingers didn't want to cooperate but at this point, the hero cared little for the pain. The villain turned again and all of their attention seemed to be on the hero.

"I got kidnapped and then tortured; I thought I was going to die there. I was so scared. I froze and I didn't put up a fight. I couldn't..."

"Okay," the villain said. Their eyes didn't leave the hero's face and the hero almost thought they had said something wrong. "Easy..."

The villain gently rubbed the hero's thigh.

"You're safe now, okay?"

The hero nodded.

"It was bound to happen. You reap what you sow. I am not a good person and I was selfish, I-"

"No," the villain said. "Don't do this to yourself. You didn't do anything wrong."

The hero could feel the tears again. God, they were such a mess today. They couldn't hold back anymore.

"Please," the hero whispered. "What are you doing to me?"

"I'm bringing you home," the villain said. The hero's hand was still around theirs.

"No, what are you doing to me? What are you doing to my brain? Why are you so nice? Why do you care?" At this point, they were exhausted. Exhausted from crying, exhausted from the pain. The hero craved a long hot bath but the villain so close to them came pretty close to that.

"Someone has to, don't you think?" Something in their expression told the hero this wasn't the whole truth. "We have to go now, okay? You seriously need some medical attention."

Their gaze lingered on the hero for a little bit longer before they got into the driver's seat.

[in1-nutshell]

Nightlight meets the Batfamily

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

TFA

Nightlight didn’t know why she got transported to this smelly dinging alley.

All she remembered was helping Professor Sumdac carry some heavy material’s then feeling fuzzy and landing in the ally.

Worse, several important wires responsible for transformation had come out of their sockets.

Nothing could get wo—

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

Nightlight looks at her window and sees a small figure leaning on her frame. They were bleeding. She opens the door, and the figure falls into her front seat. It was a boy in a costume.

Nightlight: “Hey kid! Are you okay?”

The boy slowly lifts his head groaning.

Nightlight: “Kid is there a hospital or place we can go to get help?”

The boy groaned more, his eyes closing. Nightlight wraps her seatbelt around the boy. He yelped as the belt went over his wound and tightened.

Nightlight: “Sorry, can’t have you bleeding out. Now, is there a place we can go and get you help?” The boy hazily nods: “…putting in coordinates… wanna sleep bats…”

Nightlight puts the coordinates in and speeds off.

Nightlight: “Hang tight kiddo. Help is on the way.”

Nightlight’s spark was in overdrive when the boy suddenly slumped in her seat.

She was surprised when a secret entrance opened into a large cave.

She honked her horn several times getting the attention of an older human and another human in a wheelchair.

Carefully opening the door and letting the boy get carried off by the older man.

The woman rolled over to her.

Barbara: “Bruce? Bruce where—” Nightlight: “Who’s Bruce?”

The human woman in wheelchair made a startled noise.

Barbara: “Who said that?” Nightlight: “I did.” Barbara: “You’re the car? But how the batmobile—wait how—”

Nightlight pops her hood.

Nightlight: “If you can connect those wires, I’ll explain everything.”

The woman hesitates but eventually plugs in the wires. Nightlight transforms and stretches a bit. She looks down at the woman and kneels offering her digit.

Nightlight: “Thank you Ms…” Barbara: “…Oracle.”

Nightlight tilts her helm a bit.

Nightlight: “Oracle? Not a traditional human name I’ve heard. Or is it a code name?” Barbara: “Code name. Now, explain.”

Nightlight explained her situation to ‘Oracle’.

The older human, Alfred, soon came towards the pair telling them that ‘Red Robin’ was now stable.

The bot vented in relief and introduced herself to the older human.

She eventually sat down by the med bay while happily chatting with the older man when ‘Red Robin’ had woken up.

Tim groans as his eyes adjust to the light. Alfred goes to Tim side gently patting his head.

Alfred: “Good sleep, Master Tim?”

Tim groans as he adjusts himself to sit up in the bed.

Tim: “I guess. But I was having the strangest dream about the batmobile talk—”

Tim looks over at the giant robot in the cave waving at him.

Tim: “…I think I’m still dreaming. The batmobile is a mech.” Nightlight: “I’m no mech kid. The names Nightlight.” Tim: “…” Nightlight: “Yeah, don’t worry we’ll explain everything, right Barbara?” Tim: “It knows your names?!”

It takes a bit to explain to Tim what happened, but he does eventually understand and does say thank you for the rescue.

Nightlight simply pats his head.

Now… to tell the others about their temporary companion.

Tim was half tempted to bring Nightlight with him to his team’s hide out until she could go back home.

But it was ultimately decided that The Batman should be let on this.

The batmobile and two motorcycles pulled into the cave. The vigilantes get out.

Jason: “And that’s why you don’t film pigeons while you’re on patrol.” Damian: “Todd I swear--.” Bruce: “Enough both of you.” Bruce: “Did anyone check in with Red Robin.” Dick: “I thought he was with you. He was calling for the batmobile… are you guys seeing this?”

Tim, with bandages, was in the palm of a giant robot that looked oddly similar to the batmobile.

Nightlight: “Then I somersaulted Starscream and shoved the bomb right up his—Oh! We have visitors.”

Nightlight was picking out tiny ‘batarangs’ while Tim, Barbara and Alfred explained the situation.

Jason wants proof of the transformation.

Nightlight does then goes back to her root mode.

Jason: “So, she’s kinda like the female robot alien version of you B.” Nightlight: “I am not—” Bruce: “She is not—" Dick: “What did you say your job was again?” Nightlight: “I’m a detective. I solve mysteries, put the bad guys in cuffs—”

Jason gives Bruce a smug look.

Damian: “Did your parents die when you were young.” Dick, Tim: “Damain!” Nightlight: “Umm, no? I don’t have any parents. That concept is more of the traditional Earth thing. I have had mentors though.” Dick: “… How about a complicated love life?” Bruce glares at all his children: “Okay now how about we stop—” Nightlight: “I have a Conjunx if that’s what you’re asking.” Batfamily: “Conjunx?” Nightlight: “I believe its translated as ‘Spouse’, on Earth.” Jason: “… how come the robot version of you has her life together and you don’t.” Bruce: “Jason--” Tim: “Last one! Do you have a tendency of adopting orphans or kids in general?” Nightlight laughs a bit before thinking back at most of the members on Team Prime: “… I have become a figure to some extent.” Nightlight looks over at Tim before plucking him up and placing him on her shoulder: “Anymore questions?” All Bat kids looking up: “…” Nightlight: “If you want up—” Batkids: “Please!”

Bruce broods in silence as his kids are carried up the bots shoulders and helm.

[presleyhearted]

Yours Truly - Chapter 15: Please, I love you.

・❥・pairing: Elvis x original female character

・❥・genre: slow burn, mystery, angst, fluff.

・❥・summary: In which a 21-year-old girl suddenly finds herself having consecutive dreams of a particular rock ‘n’ roll star whom she has never met and who died 45 years ago.

・❥・ Ratings & warnings: descriptions concerning night terrors, but also not exactly. an angsty chapter.

❥・a/n: Happy New Year! <3 Thank you to those who are still reading and supporting this fic. I have made a few changes to the outline of this fic, but nothing major. Just that it will be picking up its pace. So get ready. Things will start happening :)

dividers by @cafekitsune

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“The heart remembers what the mind forgets” - unknown

NOVA 

Whispers. Shadows. More shadows. 

I tried to squint my eyes at the bright light that seemed to grow brighter and brighter in my direction. It suddenly dims and I am met by pitch black nothingness. The whispers seemed to have stopped as well. But different sounds replace it. 

Rushed footsteps. Yelling. Camera flashes. 

And is that beeping? The kind of beeping that seems to be triggering the worst headache of my life. 

“Control the crowd!” 

I hear a voice yell out, in a tone of panic. 

“Careful!” Another voice yelled out. 

The nothingness merges into a blurred scene. But I still can’t quite figure out what is happening around me. All I see is white, pristine white it seems. 

What is happening?

Where am I?

Why can’t I remember how I got here? What even is here?

“I’m here, I ain’t leavin’ you. I’m here.” A gentle voice says to me, and why does it sound so familiar? But my brain can’t place it. His voice is clear and I swear I can match it to a person, but it’s like my brain has built a wall - preventing me from passing through. 

My voice is caught in my throat. 

“Please, I love you.” It is the same voice. But his tone is filled with pain and desperation. 

I know you. I know this voice. But why is my brain not connecting this? Of course, I know who this voice belongs to because if I didn’t - why is my heart feeling like it’s being gripped so tightly that it bleeds that terrible painful agony? 

“Nova? Nova? Wake up!”

I gasped awake, shooting up from the bed in shock. My body feels warm and as I look down at myself, my pajamas are sticking to my skin with my clothes seemingly drenched in sweat. I looked around me, this is my bedroom and Luke is sitting on my bed with an expression of worry. 

“Oh, thank fuck you are awake!” He sighed in relief, and never in my life had I seen my best friend with such an expression of worry for me. Never this serious. 

I drink the glass of water on my bedside table, trying to catch my breath. 

“I. . . I didn’t even. . . didn’t know I was dreaming.” I said, looking down at my hands trying to replay what I just witnessed in my mind a mere moment ago. 

“I don’t think that was a dream,” Luke replied, his tone catching my attention as I looked up to meet his eyes. 

“Nova, you were screaming.” He emphasized.

I furrowed my eyebrows at this statement, shaking my head, “No, I wasn’t.” 

“Nu-uh. Yes, you were.” He gestured towards my bedroom door, “My bedroom is all the way down the hallway and I literally heard you screaming. I ran as fast as I could because I honestly thought someone had broken into our apartment. When I saw you, I was relieved that was definitely not the case. But bestie, you were screaming and full-on crying, whatever the hell that nightmare was. You scared the shit out of me.” He explained honestly.

I was shocked at the information, Luke loves to joke around because that’s just how he is. But he would never kid around about something like this, especially when there is not even an ounce of comedic relief in his face. 

I bit my lip as I cautiously asked, “How long was I like that for?”

He shook his head, “I don’t know, like ten minutes? All I know is that I tried to shake you awake, but you still carried on.”

“I’m never like this,” I told him.

“Yeah, but that’s the only thing that almost made me shit myself scared.” His eyes were wide, as he recalled it all.

“Oh gosh, I didn’t throw anything did I?” I panicked, thinking the worst that I might’ve hit Luke with something without being aware.

“No, not that. But it’s the words that you were screaming.” Luke explained.

“What? What do you mean?”

“It’s like horror meets the romcom genre, honestly you were screaming ‘I’m sorry! I love you!” Luke acted out dramatically, trying to lighten the mood now. 

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly serious.” He nodded, “Is it an ex? I know you and that guy almost had a thing, but bestie - I don’t think that reaction was for him. Like I don’t know. . . it was intense.”

I ran a hand through my hair in absolute confusion, “No. . .  I really don’t know why that happened to me.”

“If you need to talk, you know you can talk to me about anything?” Luke said, pure concern in his eyes as he pulled me into a hug. 

“Yeah, I know,” I mumbled, my brain still occupied by the information that he gave me and the contents of that dream or nightmare or whatever it was. 

I was grateful that it was Winter break because I really didn’t think I could pay attention in any of my classes with that strange occurrence that just happened to me. Of course, everyone has nightmares, I’m not immune to it. But I never act like that ever. I don’t even talk in my sleep, let alone scream and cry while I’m sleeping. I like to believe that nightmares originate from when I’m feeling upset or have a lot of stressful things going on, but I am okay. I’m stable. I know in when I am stressed my emotions are everywhere. I’m definitely not in that state at the moment. I’m sure of it. 

Another thing that confuses me is that the actual ‘nightmare’ was anything but horrifying. It was confusing for sure because I didn’t know what the heck was going on, but I wasn’t scared. It was like just trying to figure out the puzzle pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. I’m not even surprised though that I can remember the entire thing. Not that there was much to remember, anyway. Just vague sight of my surroundings but the sounds were prominent and clear. But that voice. . . who was that?

Even with I reassure Luke that I will be fine to sleep alone in my bedroom, he is not fully convinced. This is why we end up sleeping in the living room, which calms him down. I try not to show that I am terrified about closing my eyes and the same thing happening again, but I am exhausted. The TV remains on, in a way that Luke calls ‘therapeutic calming background noise’ as ‘Gossip Girl’ plays in the background. In a way, I suppose, it’s half-joking but also half-hoping it removes all the ‘bad energy’ from entering my mind. 

And soon enough, I drift asleep. 

I blink and find myself somewhere familiar. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. 

I’m in a living room and it’s where I have been before in one of my previous dreams. Graceland. 

His back is turned to me, but I know it’s him. A red shirt and a pair of black dress pants adorn him. All the rings on his fingers glint underneath the light of the living room, as he appears to be decorating the Christmas tree that sits in the corner. 

I cannot help myself, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m in such relief or that I am just so glad to see him - but my actions happen before my thoughts. 

“Elvis!” 

He turned around with that smile of his, and I ran to him as I flung my arms around him. He takes the sunglasses off his face, appearing to me in this dream as him from the 1970s. He quickly, almost instinctively, wraps his arms around me in a tight embrace. I don’t realize it immediately, but tears are running down my face as I hide my face in the crook of his neck. His scent is so present and comforting. 

“Honey, tell me, what happened?” His voice is laced in concern, as he pulls his face back from the hug. Eyebrows furrowed, lips in a frown as he awaits my answer. His hand delicately wipes away the tears from my eyes. 

My voice is stuck in my throat again, “I. . . I just. . . please, just hold me.” 

He nods in understanding, I can tell that he’ll want to hear more later. But for now, he grants me my wishes and holds me tighter than ever. I don’t even realize that I’ve swung my legs and I am practically on his lap. 

Elvis moves and I suddenly find this sinking dread from the loss of contact.

“Please, don’t go,” I said, barely recognising my voice, from the hoarseness of it. 

“It’s alright, doll. I’m just gettin’ you more comfortable.” He replied softly, as he carried me to the couch and lay me down. But now there’s not enough space for him to be beside me, so he sits himself down on the floor. Elvis takes my hand and kisses the back of it. 

“What are you doing on the floor?”

Elvis shakes his head, “Nothin’, honey-”

“I want you next to me, please,” I said, the words flowing out of my mouth like it was the most natural thing to say in the world. I knew in myself that I had never expressed myself like this before to him, but somehow, I also knew that I could be vulnerable and comfortable with him and he���d understand. 

I can’t explain it clearly, but there is just that feeling. 

I craved his hug. It was comforting and gentle and the loss of it, the loss of contact - it was this dread. This feeling that I disliked so greatly. 

“As you wish, darling.” He steals a kiss on the cheek, in which I gasped but he smirked at my rosy cheeks. 

The next thing I knew, he had me in his arms, bridal-style. I wrap my arms around his neck as he starts walking. I close my eyes as I lean my head against his chest. The next thing I knew he was setting me down on soft sheets. I blink my eyes open and survey my surroundings - it must be his bedroom. I see Elvis lying on a blanket on the floor beside me and a pillow. 

“Elvis, am I being too much? I’m sorry, I jus-” 

He looks at me in confusion, “No, Nova, what makes ya think like that?”

“You are on the floor and I just wanted you next to me. But I’m thinking now that I’m requesting too much from you and-”

He interrupts me by getting up and easily taking up the space next to me on the bed. I turn so we are facing each other, he takes my hand again and plants another kiss.

“Never. You can never be too much for me.”

“But-”

“I didn’t want to make ya uncomfortable that’s why I was on the floor,” He explained, scratching the back of his neck. 

I suddenly felt embarrassed, “Oh.”

Elvis bit his bottom lip, trying to suppress a smile, “C’mere.”

He pulls me into his arms. His chin sat atop my head, as he drew soothing circles on my back with his hand. I closed my eyes as I breathed in his scent.

“I promise I won’t go.” He said.

“Good. I like you here with me.” I replied, almost in disbelief at how bold the words were and how easy it was for me to say to him.

He chuckled and the sound helped heal the tears in my eyes, I swear. I let out a yawn and fatigue envelops my body. 

________

ELVIS 

“I’m here, I ain’t leavin’ you. I’m here.” I replied to her, but she didn’t hear this because she drifted into a sleep. 

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[i-heart-emos]

Life’s brighter with you around/luke castellan

authors note: In honor of my 1 year anniversary of being on tumblr yay so I thought what better than write a Luke oneshot. And also the reader is the daughter of selene the goddes of the moon cause I haven’t seen a kid of them yet on tumble

Summary:Luke’s always had nightmares ever since he can remember but that all changed when he met you

Pairing: luke castellan x Selene daughter!reader

Warning: slight angst, mentions of death, and torturing

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Ever since Luke can remember he always had terrible nightmares. Either about his mothers death,his father leaving, Thalia being tortured. He’ll wake up in a cold sweat tears running down his face looking around rapidly. It was absolutely horrible like being trapped in an old disgusting memory but he just had to watch it happen again. No moving no screaming just watching. He made a swear to himself that if anyone he loved where to get hurt he’d sacrifice himself.

Especially when he met you. You arrived at camp when you where where 13 he had barely been there a few months when he met you. You walked threw the gates looking the best way Luke can describe like you’d been hit by a bus. A bruised eye cut lip and large cut on your side bleeding threw your shirt looking like yo I where gonna pass out. It made Luke remember everything he has to go threw to get to camp.

He remembers you coming in and almost falling from the blood loss. He immediately runs up to you getting you by the shoulders. “Hey are you ok”he asked “um not really kinda bleeding out just a little bit” oh here let me get you to the infirmary” he walked you to the infirmary in the middle of camp finally settling you down in a bed. “Chiron Chiron can somebody tell Chiron we have a new camper who needs immediate medical attention” that’s all you nheard till it faded to black. But you where patched up and woke up. Looking around frantically you spotted Luke “you your the guys who helped me” he chuckles “ yea no problem you can call me Luke castellan” he states holding out his hand “ well castellan you can call me y/n l/n” after that you and Luke had become inseparable.

Luke had spent all day trying to find your godly parent and there was no luck. Till that night you where talking to Luke about how you’ve always felt some strange connection to the moon and it’s beauty. All of a sudden a crescent moon appeared above you. He looked up shocked “you your the child of Selene the moon goddess”. You laughed “guess that explains my weird moon obsession. You where the only child at camp daughter of the moon goddess there was obviously no cabin for you. Which meant your home would be in the Hermes cabin. But that was a plus meant you could be closer to Luke.One night you where trying to sleep when you where woken up to heavy breathing.

You looked around till you pinpointed the sound. Luke’s bunk You thought. You quickly make your wait over there. He sees you and calms his breathing a bit. “Oh I’m sorry did I wake you”. “No no don’t worry are you ok bad dream”. “Oh um yea” “want me to maybe stay with you I don’t have to but if it’ll make you feel better”. “That would actually make me feel a lot better” you smile and slowly crawl into bed with him. You wake up to one of Lukes half siblings Hannah looking over you too smirking. “Hey you can’t tell anyone Hannah please” you pleaded. “Fine I’ll keep your little secret” she says she walking away. After that it became a usual thing he’d get nightmares come to your bed you’d crawl into his. And Hannah would wake you before everyone else woke. But eventually Luke got tired of hiding this.

you where so devoted to helping him he felt himself truly slipping into you more and more every day. It’s like he didn’t know what to do. “Chris it’s driving me mad I just love her so much” Chris rolls his eyes sick of hearing this every day. “ then why don’t you ask her out already she clearly likes you”. “You think she really does” he says hopeful look on his face” “man look she wakes up whenever you want doesn’t get mad you interrupt her sleep gets into literal bed with you just to make you feel better after your bad dreams I don’t know but that sounds like love to me”

“oh my Gods Chris thank you for opening my eyes I gotta” he says running away. “Hah and now I’m getting some money” Chris exclaims remembering his bet with Clarissa over who would convince the other to date each-other first.

When Luke finally finds you he’s breathing heavily. “Are you ok” “ yes Amazing actually ok here goes nothing y/n l/n I love you with all my heart I love how caring you are and how you never hesitate to help out anyone” I love hearing you talk about things you love like the stars and the moon and hearing the stories while you point at constellations”. “You’ve made my life amazing and saved me will you be my girlfriend” “oh my goodness you finally ask of course I’ll be your girlfriend idiot” you exclaim grabbing his face and kissing him”. Then you here a angry

groan in the back you both look to see clarisse stomping her feet like a child. “what clarisse sad I got her first” Luke says. “No castellan Im angry I lost my bet with Chris” she says storming off. You look at Luke and say “ten bucks there gonna date next” “ten bucks I’ll get Chris to date her next”. “ oh your so on pretty boy you say”. And then started the ongoing bets at camp half-blood. Watching the sky that night with Luke you could have sworn the moon shined just a little brighter with him around

author note: this kinda went off the rails but it’s was so fun to make and now I write for clarisse cause I found my love for her also sorry the text style changed halfway threw I switched devices

[rorywritesjunk]

I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing. Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. He’s an asshole. He just is because I wanted to write him loud, demanding, everything. A known swordsman makes a brief appearance in this. Buggy is jealous and a bit insecure in this chapter. A/N: I have no idea when Buggy became a Captain, so he’s a fresh faced captain in this. No clue how long this fic will be. Also I want to say a huge thank you to everyone who reads, reblogs, and replies on this story. I love everyone of you and it makes my day brighter knowing there are people enjoying this! So thank you thank you thank you! <3

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

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Chapter 7

Buggy woke up to a bucket beside his bed, a glass of water on the nightstand, and a note telling him you were in the kitchen. He was confused as to why you left him a note because he didn’t know why you were there at first. He had fuzzy memories from the previous night: going to the shop, walking back to the ship, a drink, a marriage proposal, sharing his bed-

Oh shit. He fell out of bed, horrified by how he acted towards you. That was the last thing he wanted and he scrambled to find some clothes to put on. He found his shirt from the previous night and threw it on, ignoring the stains and smell of beer coming off it. Maybe you were still on the ship and he could explain everything, unless you left and never wanted to see him again. That was entirely possible.

You were in the kitchen when he came crashing in, eating a banana as you looked at the photos he showed you last night. He froze when he saw them and you looked up with a smile.

“Good morning, Buggy.”

“Where did you get those?!”

“You showed them to me last night.” You chuckled before taking a sip of your tea. “After you asked me to marry you.”

His hand shot off to grab them but you were quicker, moving them out of his way. You then pointed to the floating hand.

“Also, can you explain this?” You asked. “Miss Pins mentioned something about Devil Fruits but I didn't get it. and last night your body… was a part for a moment and it was…interesting to see.”

How were you talking so casually about all this? It was like discussing the weather, you were asking if it was cloudy outside. Others would have been horrified, thinking he was some kind of freak for what his body could do, but you were just eating a banana as you waited for an answer.

“I… have Devil Fruit powers.” He mumbled as he sat himself in a chair across from you. “I ate the Chop Chop fruit, so my body can split apart.” He scratched his head and looked at you. “Well? Aren't you disgusted or scared of me now?”

“Am I supposed to be?” You frowned as you finished your banana. “It's not like you bleed everywhere when it happens, right? If anything it's probably useful. You took your bottle back from me last night when we were walking, which was, admittedly, a little weird, but I had already seen it before. Just after you laid down last night I realized I wanted to ask you.”

“So…you're not disgusted that my body does this?”

“Buggy, I don't find your body disgusting.” You assured him as you sipped your tea. “Okay?”

He blushed and looked away. “Really? Even my nose?”

“I think it's cute.” You smiled. 

“Sh-shut up! Don't lie to me!” He shot back as he glared at you. 

“I'm not, promise.” You assured him as you looked back at the photos. “You were so cute as a kid.”

Buggy sat back in his seat, still glaring at you as you set the pictures down and got up to pour him some tea. Did you really think his nose was cute or were you just saying that? So far you'd never been mean to him, only occasionally teasing him, but he still was wary when it came to his nose. 

When his tea was ready you brought the cup back to him and pushed the plate of fruit over to him. “I figured fruit would be a good post-birthday hangover meal. You need to hydrate.”

He crossed his arms and eyed the plate before looking back at you. “Why are you still here? I figured you would have left.”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” You told him as you picked up an apple and cut into it, separating it into slices. “You said stuff about me making you happy if I married you, and… I got worried.”

“I'm fine.” He grumbled as he looked down at his lap. “I was drunk, ignore what I was saying.”

You put the apple slices down on the plate before getting back up to find something with protein for him. He picked up one of the slices and shoved it in his mouth as he turned to watch you. He acted like a damn idiot last night but you stuck around to make sure he was okay. Did you want something from him or did you genuinely care about him? This wasn’t something he was used to or expected, so it was a little hard for him to understand. You found a jar of peanut butter in a cupboard and grabbed it.

“Here, have this.” You opened it, noting that it still seemed edible before finding a spoon to scoop some out for him onto the plate. He watched you suspiciously before he helped himself to the peanut butter. 

“You don't have to stay.” He said with his mouth full of food. “Your boss is gonna come looking for you.”

You shrugged as you sat back down in your chair. “I'll leave in a bit, but only if you walk me back.”

He glanced up at you with a frown, but you said nothing as you grabbed a towel and wiped his face for him. He grumbled and tried to pull away from you but you didn't let him, making sure his face was clean before you sat back down. He glared at you, face flushed as he finished his plate.

“Ignore everything I said last night.” He said again as he looked down at the plate. “I was drunk.”

“So you don't think I'm nice?” You asked with wide eyes, feigning surprise. “Or soft? You don't want to marry me then?”

“I-I do!” He said before slapping his hand over his mouth. You grinned at him and leaned back in your chair. He glared at you. “You're cruel.”

“I thought I was nice.” You teased as you sipped your tea. He crossed his arms and huffed in annoyance as you grinned at him. “Let's finish up, I need to head back. I have a customer returning today and I need to make sure he gets his order.”

He just grumbled as he drank his own tea. You got up and tidied up the kitchen, making sure to wash the dishes and dry them. He watched you as you moved about, enjoying how you already felt comfortable on the ship, that you seemed to know where everything was already in the kitchen. It was a sight he could get used to, he decided, but he didn't know if it was something you'd want.

“Let's head out, okay?” You said with a smile.

Buggy just nodded, but instead of leaving the ship you led him back to his room to put the pictures back while he pulled his boots back on. You found him a clean(er) shirt to wear and held it out to him, turning you back so he could change. He didn't know why, you obviously saw him shirtless (and he had a brief flashback to what he thought was going to happen last night and he momentarily died of embarrassment before straightening back up), but once he was ready he reached to put his bandana back on when you stopped him.

“Can you leave it down?” You asked, your own cheeks pink as you reached out to touch a lock of his hair. “It's um, just so pretty. I’d like to see it.”

He stared at you, wondering if you were teasing him again, but you weren't. A lock of his hair was entwined in your fingers as you ran your thumb over it, and when you realized what you were doing you let go and put your hands behind your back. 

“Sorry.” 

“No, it's…fine.” Buggy said as he tossed the bandana aside. He always put his hair up, finding it to be a nuisance as it got longer. His Devil Fruit made it difficult to get a haircut, it just reattached itself whenever he tried to cut it, so he gave up and let it get long. He didn't think it was a feature someone would care about, like his nose.

You smiled at him, he felt his face heating up and he looked away as he held his arm out to you. When you linked your arm with his he straightened up before he marched out of his room with you on his arm, thinking today would be a good day.

~

When he saw your customer he was horrified by how handsome he was. Dark hair, cheekbones, sharp, yellow eyes. And you were nice, helping your customer into his coat, explaining what you did with his request, and when you touched his shoulders Buggy couldn't help but feel jealous because you did that for him too, you always made sure his coat fit him, but it was obvious now that you did it for everyone. Buggy had no reason to feel special. 

When you finished up, your customer kissed your hand before leaving. Buggy was seething. You just shook your head before grabbing Buggy by the hand and leading him to the backroom.

“I have a present for you, Buggy.”

He tried to ignore Benji saying how cool that guy looked or Miss Pins commenting how that customer was so handsome because he knew they wouldn't think that way about him, so why would you? He said nothing as you let go of his hand and retrieved a small white box from a pile of other ones. He crossed his arms, glaring at his feet as you walked back over to him and held it out.

“Happy birthday.” You said, but he wouldn't take it from you. “Buggy?”

“You didn't know it was my birthday until last night.” He mumbled. “How do you have a gift for me already?”

You shrugged as you opened the box for him. He still wouldn't look at you. “I thought of it this morning. I did some hand stitching on this for a customer who never came back for it, but thankfully he prepaid for it.” You pulled out a square of silk, a light purple color, and held it out to him. He finally looked up, reaching out to touch it with his fingers carefully. “I thought it would look better on you than in some box.”

He hesitated and pulled his hand back. He didn't deserve a gift like this from you, especially considering on your own birthday he was an asshole to you. You said nothing as you rolled the fabric loosely before draping it over his neck. You pulled his hair out from under it before you looped it into a knot and tightened it just a bit. 

You smiled as you tugged on the front of it gently. “It looks good on you, Buggy.”

Buggy swallowed heavily and nodded. You were so close to him right then. His heart was pounding and his palms were sweaty. If he didn't do what he wanted to do right then he would regret it. You'd get romanced by someone else, some more handsome pirate, and he had to make it up to you for what he did on your birthday.

Without a word he leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours, nose bumping and-

Honk!

Buggy froze and pulled back from you, a look of horror on his face at what just happened. You stared at him, but before he could bolt you grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him back, tilting your head just enough to avoid bumping his nose. He kept his arms at his sides, unsure where to put them. 

It felt like it went by too quickly when you pulled back from him, smiling brightly as you pecked him on the cheek.

“Is this a belated birthday gift, Buggy?” You teased as you let go of his shirt. He was red in the face but he grinned, shrugging his shoulders as he tried to be smooth.

“D’you want it to be?” He asked. You touched the silk around his neck and leaned into him, but he leaned back, expecting some kind of surface to support him, but instead he fell backwards and crashed onto the floor. 

You immediately knelt down and helped him sit up, checking him for injury. He seemed fine, just embarrassed, so you kissed him on the cheek.

“It could be, but I wouldn't say no to flowers.”

[scorpiongrassfield]

It’s Time To Face The Music 

Start | Prev (Content warnings for blood and casual self harm)

The thought of it is killing you. 

“I think I know why,” you say anyway. 

You’re pretty sure you’re bleeding again. 

Your heart is in your throat, closing it up and making it hard to speak. 

But you have to say something. 

“I think,” you start. 

Your ears are ringing. The room is swaying. 

“I think,” you try again. You can’t say it. You have to say it, but you can’t. “I think this is a memory,” you finish. And that’s not right. You flinched. You're disappointed in yourself.

The lighter in your pocket is so hot. It’s the only thing you can feel right now. 

“What? How does that explain…” Pat says, not following. 

You shake your head. “It doesn’t, not that. But it explains something else.” Maybe you can circle back around and try again.

You move closer to the board, and Concrete follows you, almost tripping you as it stays underfoot. 

“You get deja vous constantly. You keep waking up thinking you need to feed a cat you don’t remember owning. Theo knows you, but you don’t remember him. I think we’ve been in a memory of how you met Theo the first time,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. 

Pat squints at the murder board as they consider what you’ve said. 

Then they straighten up, eyes wide in realization. “The fucking sun,” they swear, smaking their head and knocking their sunglasses slightly askew. “That would explain it perfectly. I don’t keep track of the sun, and the only time I’d remember where it was in the sky is when it’s right in my eyes,” they reason. 

“But,” they say, beginning to pace again, “there are too many things that theory doesn’t explain. I don’t think it’s possible to just re-write a memory on the fly as you go, the way it would be happening here. Trina can’t, at least,” Pat says, rubbing at their chin as they speak.  “And why would Theo trap us in a memory? If he’s on our side, that’s basically the most dangerous place to put us, what with Ametrine’s powers. And if he’s on her side, why not just hand us over to her?” 

“I think he hid it. I only just happened to stumble into it. And Ametrine seemed to stay focused on the Cabin and the area around it. And Theo implied that his memories do kind of… come back after a while? Since nothing Ametrine does to him is permanent. The memory is inside his soul. Which I think might also be hiding inside of yours,” you stumble. 

“What? Why?” Pat stops pacing. 

You take a moment to explain the stacked canvases that Theo showed you before. 

Pat doesn’t look convinced. “Stacking is very different from being inside one another, kid. You’re making a leap I’m not following, here.” 

You ignore the innuendo because now is not the time.

“I woke up inside Theo’s soul, and then stumbled into where you are. But Ametrine is after you and me, not him. She’s in his soul looking for you. But how can you be here? I think Ametrine attacked you, and Theo brought you in here to keep you safe. Insulated. Since she can’t exorcize him,” you say. You’re holding onto the lighter in your pocket. The heat grounds you in a weird way. 

“That still doesn’t explain exactly why she attacked me. I’m harboring a ghost? Sure I do that a lot. She’s never tried to mind wipe me over it,” Pat says, folding their arms again. 

Silence falls between you. 

This is the time to say it. 

You clench your fist around the lighter, rallying your strength.

“You said you know why and then sidestepped it,” Pat prods. 

“What. What if.” your throat is closing up again. You feel tears welling up in your eyes. But you have to say it. “What if there was a person that could rewrite memories. That lived inside them?” Your shirt and hoodie are soaked with blood. Pat hasn’t noticed. 

Pat is looking at you with a quizzical expression. “What if Ametrine attacked you because you…” You take a big shaky breath. “You were harboring an urban legend?” 

“You think Theo is an urban legend?” Pat asks, sounding thoroughly unconvinced. “I guess that’s possible, but it pokes a hole in the rest of your theories. Legends have no immunity to exorcists.” 

The only thing keeping you from just crumpling to the floor is the thought that you’d probably squish concrete, who is sitting on top of your feet. 

“Not Theo. Me,” you finally grit out. 

Your vision is a little fuzzy around the edges. 

Pat looks utterly shocked for a moment, then twists their expression back into disbelief, shaking their head. “That’s not possible. We’ve known each other for three years. Living together, even. I’d have noticed if you were killing people, or I’d be dead by now if your target was me. There’s no way. You’re just a normal ghost,” they say. 

And that hurts to hear, it really does. They’ve ripped that bandaid off, only to reveal a festering wound underneath. 

You shake your head. 

“You would have noticed if I was a normal ghost. But you were convinced I wasn’t, mostly because you thought ghosts couldn’t eat,” you say. Pat’s smart and observant and always looking for ghosts. They would have noticed. Unless… 

“Once you learned that ghosts can eat but can’t taste, you said it felt like you’d always known that. What if someone… no, what if I altered your memory to make you feel less suspicious towards me?” You feel sick just thinking about it. 

“You think you’d do that to me?” Pat asks, looking troubled. 

You nod. “I think I must have.” 

Pat puts a hand on their hip. “Alright, say you are an urban legend. What’s your story? An urban legend without a legend is just a ghost, angry or not.” 

You feel like you’re either going to catch on fire or pass out. The thought of explaining the whole thing sounds worse than everything you’ve already had to say. 

You let go of the lighter in favor of fishing your phone out of your other pocket. The sudden absence of heat is simultaneously a relief and a bitter loss. 

You pull up the urban legend on your phone. Concrete mrrs in complaint as they move away from your feet when you take a step closer to Pat to hand the phone to them. 

“This is me,” you say. 

Pat doesn’t look at the phone. “Shit. You’re bleeding,” Pat says, finally noticing. You can barely hear them over the blood rushing in your ears.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m already dead, aren’t I?” you almost want to laugh. You can finally say it out loud, and so cavalier. 

“It still matters. Dead or not, you’re still a person,” they say, attempting to put a steady hand on your shoulder. 

You back away. 

“No I’m not. I’m an urban legend. I’m like a zombie, remember?” remind Pat of their own words. 

Pat winces. “I’ve been wrong before, maybe I was wrong about that too,” they try. 

You shake your head. “Just read it. You’ll change your mind about me.” 

“Sylv,” Pat says, sounding half-frustrated and half-heartbroken. 

You don’t respond to them, because your body - or is it your spirit? - finally gives out on you. The floor is a hard thing to hit, but it doesn’t hurt the way it should. 

You almost think you should be proud of yourself for staying standing as long as you did. Almost.

Instead of merciful unconsciousness, you find yourself in a field of blue flowers once more. 

The roar of a nearby wildfire echoes the roar of the blood in your ears. 

You feel very, very tired. But you know you can’t rest just yet. 

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[lucydixon]

Mirror Image, Chapter 40

Daryl Dixon x Original Female Character

Summary: The prison is swept by a mysterious illness, and Daryl and Jinx say 'I Love you' for the first time

CW: Swearing, Cannon typical violence, Child Neglect, Implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced child sexual abuse

Chapter 40

The calm lasted less than 24 hours.

Just before the sun came up, Daryl woke to screaming.

He shot to his feet and his eyes darted up to the top bunk, where Jinx was sleeping peacefully and felt short-lived relief for a moment before he grabbed his bow and took off toward the sounds of panicked cries.

He caught up to Rick, who was running, armed with only a knife, towards D-Block.

“Walkers in D!” Someone screamed, striking panic into their leader.

“What about C?” Rick slowed and glanced over at the side of the prison where his children were.

“Just came from there.” Daryl shouted, running by “All clear.”

There was chaos inside of the cellblock.

Children were running screaming from the dead, who seemed to be coming from every direction. Rick guided them towards the exit while Daryl worked his way deeper into the room, taking out familiar faces gone dead in an effort to save those who were left.

When it finally slowed to a stop, they were all standing upstairs in a cell, staring down at Patrick, who was dead and bleeding from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. Rick and Daryl both looked horrified, each thinking of their own kids, who were around the same age.

Herschel and Dr. S deemed the cause of death to be a virus and all of them had been exposed.

“Slow up.” Daryl held a hand out to stop Jinx, who was running towards him when he came out of D block. “Stay there.”

He struggled to hide his panic, unable to stop thinking about how she’d never had any vaccines.

The girl listened but looked concerned, gnawing on her lip.

“What happened?” She called over, struggling to stay where she was. “Are you alright?”

He stood, a hundred yards away from his kid, who he desperately wanted within arms reach, and sighed heavily.

“Patrick’s dead.” He told her, watching for a reaction that didn’t come. “He got sick and a lot of other people did too. Turned in the night.”

“Why do I have to stand here?” She asked, frowning hard “Why can’t you come here?”

“I was around the sick folks and I don’t want ya to catch anything.” He explained, “You’ve gotta go back into the cell and stay there.”

“Are you gonna come back in?” Jinx’s voice shook “soon?”

“I don’t know.” Daryl told her honestly “Go on and find Merle and tell em’ we need some help with the bodies.”

“But what if you get sick?” She sounded panicked “Are you gonna die?”

“I ain’t gonna get sick.”

“Then why can’t I come with you?” the girl frowned “How come Merle gets to go?”

“Cause Merle’s an adult and he ain’t been isolated with no shots.” His tone was a touch sharp and she noticeably flinched. “I ain’t tellin’ ya again, go back to the cell.”

Jinx hung her head and turned, walking back from where she’d come from. Daryl immediately felt bad but he was far too worried to risk entertaining any contact until he could be sure she was safe.

Jinx didn’t see him again for almost two whole days.

Karen and David had been dragged out of isolation and set on fire. She’d heard about it and had been terrified of Daryl getting sick ever since. All day, she paced in their cell, not eating or sleeping, straining her ears to hear any news.

When she finally did see him, it was through a plane of plexiglass in the visitation room.

“You feelin’ alright?” was the first thing out of his mouth.

The girl nodded and he only felt the tiniest bit of relief.

“Are you?” She asked, “When can you come back inside?”

Daryl looked away and scratched the back of his neck.

“I’ve got to go out and find some medicine for the sick people.” He told her as softly as he could, knowing she’d be upset.

“Where?” She gasped “And for how long? Why does it have to be you?”

“There’s a school, Herschel thinks they’ve got what we need.”

“How far is it?” She gnawed on her lip while he did the same with his thumbnail “When are you gonna come back?”

“It’ll probably be a few days.” He told her tiredly “You’re gonna be just fine.”

Jinx felt her body curl inwards.

“Hey.” He knocked on the glass softly, drawing her attention away from her rampant thoughts “Look at me.”

She blinked up at him with wet eyes.

“Not goin’ ain’t an option. People are sick. Glenn is sick. They need this medicine and I’m gonna go get it.” He told her firmly “You’re gonna be safe and listen to whatever Hershel’s sayin' and then I’ll see ya in a few days, okay?”

Jinx wanted a hug but couldn’t make herself ask, even if she knew he wouldn’t risk it. So, instead, she nodded.

“Please don’t die,” she said quietly, sounding like she might start crying.

“I ain’t gonna die.” He told her gently, “I ain’t dyin’ and you ain’t gettin’ sick.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” he nodded, turning to go before he changed his mind.

“Dad?” she called out after him, pressed up against the plexiglass.

Daryl turned to look at her.

“Love you?” She said for the first time after hearing Beth say it to her own father every time he went anywhere, even just to bed.

“Love ya too.” He said just loud enough for her to hear before continuing out of the room, feeling warm.

[bonbonshideout]

Sharing Too Much

Leo/Cross-X belongs to @foressfaction

Leo and Autumn walked through the forest, seemingly bored out of their minds.

“Did I ever tell you how I almost died?” Autumn suddenly piped up as she looked at Leo.

“What? You almost died?” Leo glanced over at Autumn a bit suspiciously.

“Yeah, it was crazy. But basically it all started when I had an idea to make a little event at work for the kids of my town.” Autumn started, Leo looked ahead but listened intently. “I was going to make some small animal carvings for the kids to paint while my dad would make foods and drinks for the kids and adults to enjoy.”

“So a family type of thing?”

“I guess you could say that. Anyways, I was excited because it gave me an excuse to work a lot as a distraction.”

“Distraction?” Leo asked, but Autumn seemed to almost ignore his question.

“And so I got my things and went to the workshop we have outside and started making these small carvings.” She made a few hand gestures to try and fit her story as she tried to explain the carvings. “They were about… I think 6 inches tall? I made some bears, foxes, cats, some birds,” Autumn listed off, “Which now that I recall, I liked carving out foxes so I think I had more of those if anything..” she laughed lightly. “But while I was carving a fox I guess I tried to take a small break and I didn't turn my chainsaw off and as I reached for my blade to hold it I cut my ring finger off,” Autumn continued as she held up her hand to show Leo. Leo of course was all too familiar with her missing finger. “And I didn't even notice or I guess my brain didn't register it until I saw the blood drip onto the carving. I suddenly dropped my chainsaw and I screamed. I felt so faint too.” Autumn continued as she seemed to almost slow down her movements. Leo stopped and looked at her as she suddenly stopped walking too. “My dad, bless his heart, heard me and ran out in time and managed to stop the bleeding to some degree. I was rushed to the hospital and they managed to get me help pretty quickly— turns out our ring fingers have a vein that connects to the heart.” She laughed lightly, “And so that's how I was close to dying back when I was in middle school” Leo nodded, staying quiet. He had to admit he was surprised that was even possible.

“How… How stupid are you?” Leo suddenly asked. Autumn froze and looked up at Leo.

“Hey! I was a kid! That's just rude.” Autumn huffed as she walked over and punched Leo's arm before she walked ahead, Leo couldn't help but laugh as he caught up.

“Did the event at least happen afterwards?”

“Yeah, I just had to be careful and wasn't allowed to really help much.” Autumn grumbled, “but we had many kids come over and paint the carvings, they took them home except for one.” Autumn seemed to recollect a hidden memory, “He was so cute, he came up to me and handed me his carving, said I could keep it because it's my art” Autumn smiled, “I swear I started crying.” She laughed lightly. “But I did manage to convince him to keep it because well.. He finished my piece. They all did and I loved seeing how happy they were when they realized those little carvings were free for them to take” Leo couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s actually cute..” he muttered hoping she didn’t hear him.

“Hey,” Autumn started, changing the conversation. “What animal do I remind you of?” Autumn looked over at Leo, half expecting some cute animal but also expecting Leo to be rude.

“A Capybara.” Leo immediately answered.

“A capy?? Why a capy?” Autumn asked with confusion written all over her face.

“They have zero survival skills” Leo grinned as he glanced over at Autumn who immediately grew flustered before she punched Leo’s shoulder, earning a hearty laugh. “Sorry, sorry, it's just funny!” Leo retorted as he kept up with Autumn.

“Sorry my ass.” Autumn grumbled.

“What about me, huh?” Leo asked as he managed to calm down. Autumn sighed as she turned and walked backwards, now facing Leo.

“A fox, you’re sly like one–” she answered honestly.

“I was kidding about the capy, you’re more so a bunny..” Leo muttered.

“A bunny?” Autumn asked, she stumbled back a bit before she regained herself and stared at Leo. “Why a bunny?” She asked as she walked over to Leo and poked his arm, Leo grumbled as he felt his face heat up.

“Just because..” he muttered as he swatted her hand away and sped up ahead, leaving a confused Autumn behind who couldn’t help but laugh.

if you wanna know more about Autumn as a killer and bloodleaf, feel free to join my discord server :3

[youdontknowwheretogofromhere]

Monday, September 23, 2024 8:42 pm

so

i didn’t go to school today :P i’ve been sick since friday and it’s gotten a little better i guess. i was sooo sick friday i literally couldn’t stand up, i was so hot and sweaty it was gen disgusting

anyways, I’m still sick and i’ve been having loads of nosebleeds so that sucks, thats actually why i didn’t want to go to school cuz i was scared of my nose bleeding in the middle of class and most of my teachers don’t have tissues so id just be kinda fucked

sorry for swearing, I’m just a little runt you know? i also have homework due tomorrow that i’ve had since like thursday to do and i haven’t done it soo

as you know per my last post, I’m 16(i don’t remember if i said that lol) and I’m such a fucking loser i know but i’ve got a boyfriend(?) for the first time(ill explain later) but i’ve met him on discord cuz i was super desperate and whatever

and i’ve met him

changing the song I’m listening to hold on

i’ve met him about a little more than a month ago(i’ve been trying to make more bad decisions lately) actually i want to expound up l

sorry my nose started bleeding a little bit

i want to expound upon that more. i felt like i’ve been too responsible my whole life, like internet safety meant the world to me and shit. but then i was like, am i missing out? not that i want bad shit to happen to me, but i feel like everyone has does stupid internet shit once in their life so like i want it too?? and i feel a little more stupid because like my actions lack authenticity so it’s so much lamer. like if i was some 16 year old kid that’s just so desperate for a relationship they date some internet because they haven’t thought about the repercussions then it’s like a thing to look back on and ittle be like “ohh i was such a dumb kid hahah” but since i know what I’m doing i just look like a dumb fuck.

it’s not even that i don’t like the guy, he’s really nice to me and he acts like he really likes me. idk if he’s lying to get something out of me but I’m just gonna pretend it’s real for now and hope it goes well for me

that sounds really sad lol. i just mean like he’s the only person ever in my life that has acted attracted to me and everything so like ther

changed the song again

there’s something there that’s keeping me instead of just letting me realize this is a really bad idea and i shouldn’t just block him or something. he’s got something up with him and maybe i’ll complain about it another day but

OMG ALSO like 20 minutes ago i asked him if he wanted to call and he didn’t answer cuz ig he’s too busy playing dark souls 1 or something. which only pisses me off cuz it took a lot out of me to even ask. i have social anxiety(idk what it is actually) but like i feel like genuine pain when i have to speak to people and reaching out to him almost made my heart explode, which it does all the time. and ive been trying to make an effort to be braver and talk to people more but its so hard. its been working tho, I’m actually able to start and somewhat hold a conversation now. actually the only reason we r even talking rn is cuz i was trying to get better at social interaction. like the third time he dmed me, i considered not responding and just ghosting him but i was like, “NO. YOU NEED TO COMMIT TO THIS.” so i did and now we are like dating(?)

to explain the question marks, and i still haven’t gotten over this. he asked me one day if we were together or something along those lines then i was like “i though we were already together” and he’s all like “well if we were together i think we would text more”

and omg it pissed me off to no end. THE GUY WHO CANT TEXT ME FIRST SAYS WE NEED TO TALK MORE. ARE TOU FUCKING SERIOUS??? like dude so we aren’t dating in ur book unless we talk more(and this is after he said we were taking things slow, which i[how do i do italics] thought was code for casual dating) and then won’t fucking talk to me unless i say something

and I’m only complaining cuz he’s older than me(he’s 18) and has also been in a relationship before( also told me one time that i was acting like his ex and i almost shot and killed myself) like dude, i already told you about my anxiety and shit

whatever anyways it’s been like 30 minutes and he still hasn’t said anything. who cares. i didn’t. even want to call him anyways

what really sucks is i really like him and think about him all the time and idk and i haven’t called him in like a week T-T

I’m so fucking lame god

okay i don’t think i have any more things to complain about so i hope you all have a good day/night/morning! i love you. i really do love you. you took the time to read my stupid ramblings and i really love you. god i want to cry but i can’t even cry anymore

should i start numbering these?

9:15 pm

[cjsmalley]

Headmaster Constantine:

“Ancients,” Harry swore, eyes wide, “Professor Dumbledore—I swear, I Vow, that I didn’t put my name in the Goblet. I swear it upon my magic.”

The vow took hold and then Harry caused his wand to light up wordlessly to prove he still was magical.

Everyone inhaled in shock, even the Ministry officials; the boy couldn’t be lying.

“Professor Dumbledore,” Madame Maxime breathed out, clutching her own Champion by the shoulder, “how is this possible?”

“Professor Dumbledore,” Harry interrupted, “before anything else, I rather think my parents should be here and…Uncle Danny.”

Dumbledore went pale, questioning, “Are you quite sure, Harry? Your parents should suffice?”

“Crouch said the Goblet does something to the souls of the Champions…Uncle Danny…”

“Yes, yes, of course; what will you require?”

“Chalk,” Harry said, using his wave to rip up the rugs and clean the stone floor to the confusion and dismay of the others, “and space. We’re not making a Deal, so we won’t need sacrifices. This is just making sure I don’t exhaust myself Summoning him through Hogwarts’ wards.”

Dumbledore called upon a house-elf to find a piece of chalk from an unused classroom and then handed over the stubby thing to his student.

Quickly, expertly, Harry drew a perfect circle and inscribed the sigils. Then he took out his pocketknife and opened a finger to bleed on a specific symbol.

Almost instantly, there in the circle, stood the King of the Ghosts.

“Harry?” Danny said, eyebrow arching, “Why?”

Dumbledore step forth and explained, introducing everyone.

Danny facepalmed, “Of course. Couldn’t be easy.”

He raised his voice to a normal volume, “Albus, fetch the Potters and inform the Longbottoms—Neville isn’t affected but we need to keep them in the loop.”

Dumbledore nodded and swept off to the fireplace in the room.

“I do not know who you were—” Crouch began but was silenced by a mere glance from the King.

“Harry, lemme outta here,” Danny spoke to his ward who nodded and, with a swipe of his foot, disrupted the containment circle.

Danny floated out, landing on his feet and saying very softly, “Once, a long time ago now, I was given charge of Harry’s safety by his parents, Mister Crouch. The Tournament is quite dangerous, is it not? And Harry has proved that he didn’t enter himself? We drilled him on Contracts, he knows what they are, and how to prove his word when its’ important to. Harry did the right thing by Summoning me from my Realms.”

Harry beamed. This of course made him look younger than his fourteen years and made the older Champions realize he was just a kid.

“I believe him, Your Majesty,” Cedric voiced from his spot beside Professor Sprout who nodded firmly in agreement.

“Ja,” Krum nodded as well, “he is child. Scared child.”

Danny frowned at Krum and the French Champion, “Don’t you guys have translation magic?”

“We are practicing our English,” said Fleur, in her heavy accent, “I believe Harry too.”

“Okay,” Danny nodded in understanding, before smiling, “and…thank you, for believing Harry.”

The Potters arrived and the situation was explained again.

“Isn’t there anything you can do, Danny?” James questioned.

Danny shook his head, “No, I asked around in case something like this ever happened to any of my wards. I’d have to remove his soul, wait for the—connections to break and then stuff his soul back into his body. And I can’t do that because stuffing a soul back into mortal flesh, after it’s been taken out, tends to drive the poor person insane. De-souling a body is supposed to be permanent after all.”

The living all looked horrified by his explanation.

“Mister Potter must compete,” Crouch insisted.

Danny sighed, “He’s right; it would take a long time for my magical advisors to sort this out, time we don’t have. But,” here he glared around the room, “since he was entered under a fourth school who currently as no Headmaster or Headmistress, I propose I send one of my advisors to fill the spot and mentor him through the Tournament.”

His Presence filled the room, weighing down on everyone until they all agreed.

He smiled and turned back to Harry, kneeling, asking, “Harry, who do you want?”

“Can it be Miss Zatanna or Mister John?”

A green post-it appeared from nowhere; Danny grabbed it, read it, and sighed, “Clockwork says no. To Zatanna. Lemme try getting John, okay? Can’t promise though, he could be busy with his own troubles.”

Danny opened a portal and disappeared through it; minutes later he came back through with the scruffy British man.

“Harry, Potters, other people,” the British man said, “heard you’ve got a contract going.”

“Can you break it, Mister John?”” Harry asked hopefully.

John squatted down, looked over Harry, and then shook his head, “No, ‘m sorry. You sure you want me as your Headmaster? Could do a lot better.”

“I trust you, Mister John,” Harry said firmly.

“Bad idea, but alright,” John stood up and introduced himself, “John Constantine, warlock, general universe’s spittoon. Apparently the Headmaster of—what school is he under right now?”

“Salem Academy,” Minerva, “it’s an American school, a cadet of Hogwarts in centuries past. We will be contacting them, Mister Constantine, to see if they want to be involved.”

“Right, right,” John nodded, hand going to his flask but he thought better of it in the current situation, “would ‘preciate it.”

Dumbledore coughed and guided John out to a second, smaller room and brought him up to speed on; they came back and John looked furious and frustrated, saying two words to Danny, “It tracks.”

Danny sighed again, “Of course. Of freakin’ course. Okay. So, John Constantine is now Harry’s Headmaster. He’ll report to me if things get out of hand here. I do hope there’s an investigation into how Harry’s name got into that stupid thing.”

“Of course, Your Majesty,” Dumbledore nodded.

Wished Away 10

A Mother-Daughter Talk:

“When I first started a relationship with the Doctor,” Rose began, watching the man in question play with her little brother, their pseudo-daughter, and their actual daughter, “a real one, more than whatever the hell we were doin’ before, he warned me. No kids.”

Jackie gasped, “You mean he didn’t want a—?”

Rose gave a bitter laugh, “No, like, literally. We couldn’t have kids. Too different, genetic wise. He’d need another Time Lord or Lady, that’s what the women were called, Time Ladies, ta…Loom a kid with. He may have the parts, Mum, an’ be able ta use ‘em, but they didn’t make or carry babies like humans do. The babies were…best translation is ‘woven together’ by machines out of two separate DNA sources. Then they were given over ta professionals—like foster-parents almost. Nobody raised their own kids… He isn’t even sure how exactly his granddaughter was related ta him, just that she wasn’t a daughter but was a direct descendant.”

Jackie was gaping at her daughter.

“Not even Bad Wolf makes us compatible, even if we had a Loom. “Cause he’s shootin’ blanks…an’…’m sterile too now…”

“Rose!”

“I don’t…my eggs might still be good, but I don’t ovulate or get monthlies anymore,” Rose explained, “’m frozen, exactly how I was when Bad Wolf took me. Nothing ‘bout me can change permanently. I don’t even scar. Haven’t had to cut or dye my hair since then either. My nails don’t grow. I wasn’t ovulatin’ or bleedin’ so I don’t anymore. I never will again.”

“Oh, Rose…”

“I’d do it again,” Rose assured her mother firmly, “even if ya went back an’ warned me ‘bout all this. I’d’ve taken any help I could to save him…We’re lucky Bad Wolf’s so benevolent. She could stuff me inside my own head permanently an’ there’d be nothin’ we could do ‘bout it. Not even the Doctor.”

“Rose…what did you do?” Jackie whispered shakily, “When you first met Bad Wolf?”

“I don’t remember,” Rose admitted, “Bad Wolf says I traded my life for the Doctor’s—Jack’s only alive cause she was feeling nice—the mortal life an’ death ahead of me. All my possible futures as a mortal human woman, gone. I had one thought, Mum; the Doctor. I had ta get back ta him. Didn’t care ‘bout anythin’ else. Apparently, Clockwork says we’re literal soulmates. I’d’ve survived his death but I would—either grieve for the rest of my life or gone absolutely crazy,” Rose smiled sadly, “an’ I woulda…I didn’t have a kid ta hold on for.”

“Me an’ Pete…?”

“Soulmates, or Bad Wolf says; both of them. Just like Pete here lost his Jackie, you lost your Pete. An’ it was some major meddling for you two ta meet,” Rose’s smile turned brighter, “between you an’ me? Think Bad Wolf had a hand in that somewhere.”

Jackie nodded faintly, before questioning, “What ‘bout Jenny? If you an’ he aren’t compatible then how…?”

“We’re not sure,” Rose shrugged, “after her physical, after we got her home, the Doctor took samples; she belongs ta both of us but we’re both still incompatible an’ sterile. Then he took more samples from her; she’s genetically sound, everythin’ matches up where it should. Time Lord DNA’s doin’ the heavy-liftin’, but she registers as partly human too. Bad Wolf’s not talkin’. Neither is Clockwork.”

Jackie gave a slightly hysterical laugh, “Rose, if you told me years ago that aliens were real I’d’ve thought you drunk! Now here we are, talkin’ about gods an’ immortality! While your alien husband—”

“He’s not my husband,” Rose murmured, an old argument she didn’t really believe anymore.

“Uh-huh—as I was saying, your alien husband plays with your little brother, the girl cloned off you both, an’ the girl you accidentally kidnapped.”

Rose smiled again, lovingly as she looked to her family out on the front lawn of Tyler Mansion.

They had come a long way from Hendriks’ basement.

[loove-persevering]

Hi! I’m not sure if your requests are open but I wanted to request something for Steve Harrington where the reader gets hurt after getting in a fight with someone and Steve’s pissed so he helps patch her up while she tries to convince him not to cause more trouble, also reader is Dustin’s sister so he’s mad too

Steve Harrington x reader Blurb! based off this request!

 Your head was tilted up so you could try and stop the nosebleed that hadn’t stopped since you got pushed into the brick wall. ‘’Will this work?’’ Dustin asks, holding a bag of frozen peas. 

 ‘’It should but I don’t need that right now, I need another towel.’’ You tell him waving your blood soaked towel at him so he understands. You heard a knock at the door at that moment, you glared at Dustin who looked just as surprised but he also looked a little scared. ‘’Who the hell is that?’’ You ask him. 

 ‘’Uh,’’ He pauses running back into the kitchen. The person at the door began to knock persistently and you could swear you heard the doorbell jiggle as if they were going to come in. ‘’I’ll be right back,’’ He says, running past you out the door. You tried to get a glance of who was at the door when he opened it but he quickly slammed it shut too fast. 

 You sat in silence for a few minutes, head still tilted up trying to stop the bleeding. ‘’She got in a fight?’’ You heard a familiar voice yell before the front door opened and Steve came barreling through the living room straight over to you. 

 ‘’You called Steve?’’ You yell at him. ‘’I told you to not call him!’’ Dustin was practically shrinking as you yelled at him. 

 ‘’You got in a fight?’’ He ask his hands coming up and slightly lifting the towel from your nose, ‘’What happened?’’ He asks you. 

‘’Nothing,’’ You say, glancing over to Dustin. ‘’Dustin, can you give us a minute?’’ You ask him. 

 ‘’Why?’’ He asks. 

‘’Because I need to talk to Steve privately and you invited him over when I told you not to.’’ You say glancing to Steve, ‘’So you owe me.’’ 

 Dustin huffed before stomping his way back to his room shutting his door. ‘’Why didn’t you call me?’’ Steve asks, his hands resting on his hips. You felt the smile creeping up on your face at his stance, ‘’What? What could possibly be funny?’’ He asks. 

 ‘’You look like such a mother,’’ You tell him. ‘’I feel like I am being interrogated by my mom.’’ You point out but Steve just kept a straight face.

‘’Not a mom, just your boyfriend.’’ He tells you. ‘’What happened?’’ He asks, emphasizing each word. 

 You gesture for him to sit next to you and he reluctantly does. ‘’I was waiting for Dustin to leave D&D club and I heard these kids making fun of him, they were like seniors I think on the basketball team.’’ You explain. ‘’I was scared Dustin would come out and hear so I went over to them and told them to politely shut up.’’ 

 ‘’Politely?’’ Steve says giving you a look knowing better, you had a temper that was easily agitated just like Dustin especially when it came to defending your brother. 

 ‘’I did it as politely as I could but they were just being mean so-’’ You explained. ‘’Anyway one of them said something stupid and I pushed him on his shoulders and he shoved me into the wall, the brick one and I went in face first.’’ You tell him. ‘’So Dusitn exaggerated it wasn’t a fight per say.’’ You pointed out to him. 

 ‘’But he pushed you? He physically put his hands on you and shoved you?’’ Steve asks, standing up. You nod reluctantly. ‘’Who was it Y/N?’’ He demands. 

 You shake your head, ‘’It doesn’t matter Steve, it’s done.’’ You tell him. 

 ‘’I’ll go ask around, someone had to see something.’’ He tells you walking toward the door. ‘’If you don’t tell me I will find out they can’t just push my girlfriend and think that’s okay.’’ Steve says his breath was getting quicker. You had never seen him this mad before.

 You followed behind him closely and sigh looking up at him when you finally have his bicep in your grasp, ‘’Can I just have my sweet boyfriend take care of me tonight?’’ You glance up at him giving him the biggest puppy eyes you possibly could. ‘’All I want is to watch a movie with my boyfriend and eat crappy food.’’ 

 ‘’He could’ve really hurt you Y/N,’’ He says. ‘’If I see him I am gonna kick his ass.’’ He points out. 

 You were about to plead for him not to do it again but then you heard your brothers voice coming from the hallway, ‘’Yeah me too.’’ Dustin says, crossing his arms. ‘’If I see him his ass is grass,’’ Dustin says.

 ‘’His ass is what?’’ You ask in disbelief. ‘’Where did you hear that phrase?’’ You ask with a laugh. 

‘’At camp,’’ He says.

‘’Neither of you,’’ You say glancing back and forth to both of them, ‘’Are you gonna do anything to anyone got it?’’ 

 Steve's hand gently touches yours pulling the cloth away from your nose, his other hand gently tips your chin up toward him and he seems to be examining your nose. ‘’How do you still look beautiful?’’ He asks with a hint of a smile. ‘’Even when you’re being bossy?’’ 

 You heard Dustin fake gagging from the hallway and before you even replied to Steve you looked to Dustin poking your tongue out at him, ‘’Shut up.’’ You glance back to Steve who was still looking at you, his eyes showing nothing but admiration. ‘’What?’’ You ask him feeling vulnerable just by his look. 

 ‘’Nothing, nothing.’’ A smirk on his face. ‘’Come on,’’ He says, leading you over to the couch, ‘’I’ll make you some popcorn and tell Dustin to put on whatever movie you want,’’ He says, glancing over to him. He reached over your head grabbing the blanket from behind you, laying it in your lap so you were covered. 

Hope you like it! Sorry it took me so long!

[jaozendry]

"Loving you is hard sometimes": PART 2

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Bat Family!Reader

Reader: Gender Neutral, has been part of the Bat Family for a while.

TAGS: @aesthxticneko

PART 1

Type: Mild-angst

Warnings: swearing, blood, wounds

OTHER CHARACTERS: Dick Grayson

Summary: The both of you have been avoiding each other for a few weeks now. One day, Damian confronts you and challenges you to a "friendly" one-on-one. Due to his anger issues, Damian accidentally harms you badly. After recovery, Dick decides to make the both of you attend therapy.

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"So, who would like to start?" a blonde woman asks after taking a pen and opening her notebook. Damian sits across from you, crossing his arms. An awkward silence occurs for a few seconds. "Why do you think you're here?" she asks again. Damian turns to you, waiting for a response. "Well, I guess I'll start." you sigh, attempting to break the ice. "Well, I think we're here because of some issues the two of us have been having... with each other." you explain awkwardly while Damian stares at you weirdly. "Would you like to describe what those issues are?" the therapist asks, turning her attention towards your friend. He remains silent. "This is a safe place, Damian. We are here to help you resolve your problems." the woman explains. You look at your friend, crossing your arms as well. He looks back at you and rolls his eyes. "This is a waste of time." he grumbles. The woman sighs and goes through her notes.

"Well, Mr. Grayson filled me in a little about what happened during the last few weeks." she adds. "The two of you have stopped talking after a mission and after training, Y/N was found on the floor, bleeding, with a wound to the stomach." Damian immediately looks at the ground. "Would any one of you fill me in on what happened on the mission first?" Damian patiently waits for your answer once again. "I tried helping him out during the mission and he just wouldn't accept it, I guess. He says he doesn't need help with anything when he clearly does. I mean, he almost died on that mission before I intervened." The lady nods her head while listening to you and taking notes. "And, in the Batfamily, we do everything to help him out and he pretends like nothing ever happened. I guess I just had enough of his bullshit."

The therapist finishes writing her notes. "I see." she says. "How does that negligence affect you?" she asks you. "I guess it hurts me because he just doesn't notice the efforts I do for him, or anyone's, really." Damian finally speaks up: "Shut up! I do notice your efforts. They're just... unnecessary." he declares while looking at the floor. "I don't need any help. At all. Just accept it." You turn to him in disbelief. "Can you just accept that you do need help?!" you finally snap. "I've been pouring my heart out for you all these years and all I get in return is shit! You may be the grandson of Ra's al Ghul or even the son of Batman, but you're not invincible! Batman needs help, Ra's al Ghul needs help, everyone needs help! You just accept it!"

Damian rolls his eyes. "God, you're insufferable." he grumbles. You turn back to the therapist, fuming. She has a shocked expression on her face. "Well... I think it's better for all of us if we just end it here for today."

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"So, how'd it go?" Dick asks you while driving. "Terrible." you reply. "He can be a real pain in the ass sometimes." Dick laughs. "Yeah, true." he chuckles. You look at the window. "Does it still hurt?" Dick asks. "What? The wound or my feelings?" you ask him, still looking at the window. "The wound." he replies. "And also, can I ask what even happened in there? A nasty wound like that doesn't just grow overnight." You sigh. "Well, he wanted to spar after a few weeks of not talking. I went easy on him, but I guess he didn't. I don't know, kid has a lot of unresolved anger issues." You turn to Dick, tears in your eyes. "I can't take it anymore, Dick." You lean on your arm. "Am I doing something wrong?" Dick turns to you. "No, you aren't. Damian's just a little asshole sometimes." You wipe away your tears.

"God, why am I still in love with him?"

[threelionsgirl]

girls things | jadon sancho + marcus rashford

request: "heyy pls can u write a long imagine about when hope jesses kid gets her period when hanging out with jadon and marcus and they don’t know what to do so they comfort her whilst they call reader for help..? tysm" warnings: none word count: 1165 notes: requests are closed! masterlist

"That's not working." Marcus said to Jadon.

The two of them were standing outside the ladies' room of an ice cream parlour that they had decided to go to for a walk with Hope. It was being a nice day, until little Lingard started to get a little weird and locked herself in the bathroom.

At first, the Manchester United boys just thought she was too tight to pee, but they started to get worried about her taking so long. The two really treated Jesse's little girl like a niece and always took her out for walks when they could.

"Hope, for God's sake, you need to tell us if something is going on so we can help you." Jadon tried once more, knocking on the door, but silence remained.

"We should go in." Marcus suggested.

"We can't go in the ladies' room, Rash!"

"Then what the hell are we going to do? Jesse will kill us if anything happens to Hope."

"She just went into the bathroom, nothing that serious could have happened, right?" Jadon pondered. The two were startled when they finally heard the girl's scream from the other side of the door.

"I'm bleeding!!!" They widened their eyes, desperation starting to creep in, imagining the worst things in the world. She could have slipped and hit her head on the sink or else cut herself with something they had forgotten inside.

"What the f-" Marcus stopped himself from saying the swear word, "Hope, are you okay?"

"Okay, little girl, stay calm, we're coming in."

"NO!" Her scream stopped Jadon from turning the knob. "Don't come in."

"We need to get in so we can help you."

"No!" she denied once again and Jadon and Marcus looked at each other in doubt as to whether or not they should override her consent.

"Okay, just tell us, why are you bleeding?" Jadon tried, maybe it was no big deal. She was lucid and talking to them, which was good.

"I… I don't know." She spoke loud enough for them to hear, the answer only made Jadon and Marcus more confused and worried.

"God, Jesse is never going to let us go out with her again." Rashford said to Jadon. "We should get someone to help us."

"Who? "Jesse wasn't an option at that moment even though he was the father and if Hope didn't want the two of them to come in, people she had known since she was a little kid, it wasn't possible to ask a stranger. They stared at each other for a few minutes and seemed to think of the perfect person, so they spoke at the same time, "Y/N."

Then Marcus pulled out his mobile and started calling the girl.

"Hope, just tell us it's not your head that's bleeding." Jadon wanted to make sure.

"It's not my head."

"Less bad." He said, and they both stood there by the door waiting.

Y/N appeared minutes later, she tried to be as quick as possible after Marcus had stressed so many times how urgent it was.

"What the hell is going on here?" she asked as she entered the ice cream parlour and approached them. The boys disentangled themselves from the wall and sighed.

"Y/N! Thank God!" Spoke Rashford holding her shoulders and shaking them a little.

"What's the matter with you guys? And why did I have to come so quickly? Where's Hope? Lingard said you guys went out together today." She asked, looking around for the little girl, until she realised they were in front of the door to the girls' bathroom.

"So… She's in the bathroom and won't come out." Jadon explained. "And she doesn't want to let us in either. We thought you might have better luck."

"She's bleeding!"

"She what-" Y/N's eyes widened at what Marcus said, but it took her only a few seconds to join all the dots. A girl bleeding in a bathroom and not wanting help from anyone male could only mean one thing. "Oh sure. You two are so clueless. Give me some space." She laughed and Jadon and Marcus walked away, rolling their eyes. Calling them idiots was Y/N's favourite thing to do.

Y/N approached and knocked three times on the door before speaking. "Hey, Hope, it's me, Y/N. Can I come in?"

She waited a few seconds and Hope answered. "Y/N?"

"Yeah, honey, it's me, Uncle Marcus called for me to come and help you, are you okay, can I open the door?"

"Yes, but only you."

The sound of the lock opening echoed through the room, Y/N opened the door and walked into the bathroom. She found Hope curled up and sitting on the floor, knowing exactly what she had to do.

When they came out of the bathroom, Y/N at first refused to speak, the only thing Marcus and Jadon noticed was that Hope was wearing the sweatshirt Y/N took, tied around her waist and that she was fine, with no apparent sequelae. They called Jesse and dropped Hope off at home.

In the car, Jadon, who was in the driver's seat, looked at Y/N in the passenger seat. Marcus was in the back and leaned forward to elicit answers from the girl, they were still very confused.

"So, are you going to tell us what happened? Because I don't know Jad, but I was pretty worried."

"I was too." Said Jadon starting the car. "And scared. Really scared of Jesse."

Y/N laughed. "It was no big deal, Hope was on her period." The boys opened their mouths and shook their heads, that explained a lot, "I didn't want to say when we left the bathroom so as not to embarrass her further."

"Oh shit, she could have told us!"

"She was embarrassed, Marcus!" Exclaimed Y/N turning back. Jadon slapped his hand on her arm indicating for her to put on her belt and Y/N rolled her eyes. Those two were so protective. "And she was a bit colicky and out of pads. I gave her some and some medicine too to ease the pain."

"She shouldn't be ashamed of us, we're her uncles long before she was born."

"You may even know her since she was a little baby, but she's still a girl, and you're still two stupid boys." Y/N and Marcus and Jadon made a fake face of indignation at the comment. "It's super normal for her to not want to share some things with you guys, but this whole being ashamed thing is just a phase, we women are structurally taught to be ashamed and want to hide our menstrual period."

"Hm…" Marcus muttered. "Right, so, Jad, write it down: next time we're going out with Hope we're going to need to stop by a pharmacy first."

"Why a pharmacy?"

"To buy medicine, hot bags and pads." He replied proud of his future plan and Y/N rolled her eyes imagining the scene. Jadon and Marcus were clueless, they could buy 50 packs of pads and dump them all over Hope.

"Don't do that, for God's sake!" She laughed. "Hope will never want to go out with you again."

[philhoffman]

This week’s Monday Philm is The Boat That Rocked (2009), AKA Pirate Radio (and a million other names). I’m really glad this is the movie that came up chronologically this week because in addition to being one of my favorites, it’s a warm and pretty lighthearted one.

I could easily watch the rumored five-hour cut of this movie every day. Aside from the government scenes and sex crime, every moment of this film is so much fun. I always think I’ve built it up more in my head than it really is (I think about this film very, very often) but then it hits such a stride in the last hour or so and it’s tremendous fun. One of the most fun movies to watch, I love every second spent on this boat. Certain lines catch me by surprise and make me laugh out loud every time—Rhys Darby is SO funny, he really stood out on this rewatch.

Phil was the first to point out that The Boat That Rocked is an ensemble film, and it definitely is—Carl is the closest thing it has to a protagonist, and even then he spends most of the film in the background. But it’s also undeniably grounded by Philip Seymour Hoffman’s The Count. There might be a few practical reasons that explain why that is—the only American in the script, the biggest star in the cast—but it really comes down to his ineffable qualities, his unspoken power as an actor. Oddly enough it reminded me a bit of A Most Wanted Man, the way everyone and everything else gravitates towards and around his character, his presence. Earlier this week I reblogged a post about how all the famous British comedians in the cast competed with each other to see who could make Phil laugh the most. You can hear his laugh over everyone else’s. He’s always been amazing among ensembles, knowing when to shine and when to fit (but never fade) into the background—Boogie Nights, Magnolia, State and Main, even stealing scenes in Leap of Faith—but by this age (and in roles of authority, perhaps) he’s got a natural command.

I love the Count. My favorite PSH character changes daily but he’s often number one. Maybe it’s stuff I’ve read lately, maybe it’s the fact that I watched it this week and I’m projecting, but I really picked up on his sadness this time. The Boat That Rocked is a comedy about pirate DJs in the 1960s, but it has some depth and a few very tender moments, especially toward the end. The Count sitting alone on the deck, thinking about how the best days of his life are over. Deciding to go down with his ship because music is all he has. Knowing there will be more amazing songs in the future, but he will not be around to play them. The Count of Cool, the Count of Chaos. Always home, always uncool.

There’s a moment when, as the Count and Gavin are stuck high on the ship’s mast, Phil sorta pops his jaw out—and for a second I saw him at 25 again, doing the same exact gesture in My Boyfriend’s Back. That happens a lot, recognizing the slightest gestures across decades, especially as I rewatch his films more and more, always searching for something. He’s 30-something and rolls his eyes the same way he will in a decade. He’s a kid standing with his hands on his hips the same way he’ll stand when he’s 46 years old. He blinks with his whole face the same way his son will someday. He disappears into characters but for a second he smiles or turns away and I can see the man I’ve been so fortunate to come to love. That red-haired, freckle-faced boy, the man who was asked in an interview about this film what music he would save in a fire and said “If I could get out of the house with my family, everything else could burn.”

Phil died nine years ago this week and I don’t want that to be the focus of this review, I don’t want it to be the focus of anything, I still don’t want it to be real. But it bleeds into everything, so I’m just trying to find some softness in it. Before watching tonight, I went to the store to pick up some of his favorite donuts (my favorite kind, too, and I swear I’m not copying him he just has good taste!). Seems like something he’d appreciate. I miss you a lot, Phil.

[muichiroslover]

Heyo could I request a ban x reader

Where ban and y/n first started dating before elaine so when elaine got into the picture she was a little jealous of their relationship and would try and break them up. And so one day ban and y/n got into an argument, the next day y/n and all of her stuff was gone. Elaine thinking it was a perfect time to take ban tries to comfort him but all he can think about is y/n. So eventually he finds y/n and apologizes in which y/n forgives him.

HAPPY ENDINGG

(Srry If its 2 long u don't have to do it if u dont want 2) (also I do not hate elaine xD)

Hi hi!! Yes I love this idea I love me some angst with happy ending 👀 I hope this is to your liking butterscotch!! <33 enjoy (●’◡’●)ﾉ♥︎♥︎

(Sorry it’s a little late ☹︎)

Pairings: Ban x reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood and wounds (not bad)

Genre: Angst with happy ending

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You and ban had been a couple for as long as you could remember, at first it was kind of hard to approach him when you guys first met but when you guys had warmed up to each other you guys were absolutely inseparable

You guys did everything together and you were so well known your couple name around towns were “The bandit couple”

As you guys explored the world one night Ban brought up news about this drink that could give you immortality, using the sly line

“Then we can be together forever”

To which you laughed and hit him playfully, but he was entirely serious, you sighed and ended up agreeing to your adventurous boyfriends plan, if it wasn’t real at least you guys would have a fun time

So you guys began your journey to the fairy kings forest, when you guys had finally got to the tree you looked up and groaned

“That’s a huge tree, do we have to climb it?” You ask and he snorts as he already begins getting his hands and legs ready to climb

“You don’t have to, you can wait down here” he says smugly and you glare at the back of his head

“No I’m coming, I might as well see it through” you mutter annoyed to which he laughed

“That’s my girl” he says and you look away in embarrassment, feeling flustered at the comment which almost sent the blue haired man flying off the tree in amusement

As you guys climbed and finally made it to the top a girl, a little one at that looked at you both with a straight face as she puts her hand up and a huge wind blows you guys off

You scream in fear as you get blown far back and far above the ground, Ban grits and teeth and clicks his tongue as he grabs you as you guys start falling and takes the impact

You quickly got off of him and looked at him, tears almost in your eyes

“Oh my god! Ban! Ban I’m so sorry I didn’t mean for you to take the impact! Ban!! Ban-“ you frantically said to the man on the ground who’s eyes were closed

“If you keep calling my name out like that it’d be plain bullying if I didn’t wake up” he groans as he slowly sits up and you quickly hug him to which he chuckles and embraces you back

“Alright let’s try again” he says and your eyes widen slightly

“But ban-“ you begin and he just looks at you with his normal goofy smile you can never turn down, you sigh, deeply may I add and look at him

“Okay..I trust you” you say and he grins even wider as he grabs your hand and stands up as you guys started running towards the tree

The same thing happened a few times, it hurt, a lot but Ban never let you get too injured, always taking the impact of the fall even if you tried to fight with his grip in the air

The last time you guys got up there Ban grabbed his weapon and your eyes widen slightly thinking he was gonna attack the little girl

But he manipulated his staff and instead grabbed the cub with his weapon, You gasped as you two got quickly bounded by trees and the girl took the cup from Bans hand

The girl stands in front of you guys seemingly doing something then she lets us both go, Ban started explaining why you guys wanted immortality and those of such, You didn’t expect him to tell her his whole life’s story but

“Well shes too strong Y/n, let’s just go back” he says smiling at you as he holds out his hand, you smile lightly and nod as you grab it and you both head back down the tree

You guys were camping near the tree those days you were climbing it, you decided you’d stay another week since the fairy kings forest is actually quite pretty and you wanted to explore a bit before leaving since this opportunity may never come again

One night as you laid asleep in your sleeping bag you felt moving, you opened your eyes groggily to see your boyfriend quietly leaving the tent, you thought nothing of it, maybe he was going to pee or he was extra hungry or there was something dangerous nearby

Ignoring it you let yourself fall back into a deep slumber

But as the days and nights continued he kept sneaking out, you started getting suspicious so on the 4th night he snuck out you waited a little bit pretending you were sleeping and after a few minutes you slowly crept out of the tent

You looked around whispering your boyfriends name, this could be a huge misunderstanding after all

You went all around the forest and no sight of Ban

You went back to the tent and looked in, maybe you missed him?? But nope he wasn’t in there

You finally stopped in front of the tree and looked up, remembering the girl that resided there, logically speaking she was older then both of us since fairy’s live longer

“He didn’t” you whisper, you didn’t want to think, no you absolutely were wrong, must be seeing the wrong picture

Your boyfriend of years and hardships is not sneaking out at night to meet up with another girl, no it sounds absurd even thinking about it

‘I’ll just climb and check and I’ll be wrong, I’ll take the wind blow’ you think nodding your head reassuring yourself

You start climbing up the tree as quietly as possible, when you finally made it up and peaked up your mouth fell agape as you saw Ban and the girl chatting and laughing, all close

It surprised you so much that you lost grip on the tree and fell back, you rolled down the tree as if it was a hill, your limbs flying to and fro as you finally hit the bottom

You groaned quietly in pain

“What was that?” Ban says as he stops his conversation with Elaine hearing a soft thump

Elaine looks to the side

“ I didn’t hear anything?” She says and Ban shrugs as they continue to talk

You on the other hand shakily get up as you look at yourself, your arm was bleeding but you don’t know from where, your left ankle was sprained for sure, and your back was killing you it probably had a horrible bruise forming

A tear slipped out as you limped to the tent, you sat down as you grabbed bandages and started cleaning your wounds, the blood was coming from a gash just below your shoulder, probably from a sharp branch

You put a stick in your mouth as you took a deep breath, you grabbed some of Bans alcohol and poured it over the cut, you bit down harshly on the stick but no scream made it through, tears can’t say the same though

You spit out the stick as you breathed hard, every breath of air seeming like you haven’t had oxygen for a while, you take a bandage and wrap it around your arm securely

Usually you would make herbs for wounds and etc, but your hands were shaky, mind a daze and eyes blurry from tears

You wrapped up your sprained ankle and just let your back be in pain because there wasn’t much you could do about the pain back there

You sat silently in the tent waiting for your boyfriend to arrive, he did not arrive till the morning, about an hour and a half before you would usually wake up

When he opened the tent and saw you staring blankly at his empty sleeping bag he went to you and was about to touch your shoulder to ask you what was wrong but you jerked back

He was surprised as you looked at him, your eyes puffy, a huge sign you were crying

“Y/n what-“

“Where were you last night Ban?” You ask and he goes silent

“No in fact where were you the past 4 nights??” You ask and he sighs

“Y/n I just went out to explore and hunt, the foods not gonna come to us-“

You scoff, tears forming up, if he’s lying then is it true that he..

“You’re lying Ban, you’re lying to me” you grit out and he looks at you a little confused but mostly surprised

“What?”

“You were up there in that tree with that girl..” you say dangerously quiet and he sighs his head falling as he realizes he’s been caught and it looks totally wrong too

“Y/n..” he begins and you shake your head

“No no dont Y/n me, why did you lie and why were you sneaking out?!” You shout

“Y/n we were just talking I swear, I lied because I didn’t know how you would react-“

“HOW I WOULD REACT? HOW WOULD YOU REACT IF I WAS SNEAKING OFF LATE AT NIGHT AND MEETING UP WITH SOME GUY BAN?? HUH??!” You ask pushing him back but you wince as the wound near your shoulder moves

Ban notices this then notices the bandage on your arm and ankle

“Y/n what happened?” He asks quickly as he pulls your ankle into his palm to examine it, but you pull it back quickly

“You’re not even answering me, I-I can’t believe this, I can’t.” You say as you lay down in your sleeping bag, you were extremely tired from staying up the whole night already

You laid on the opposite side you usually lay on because of the wound on your other shoulder and thankfully it was the side not facing Ban

You guys didn’t speak for the whole day and when night came you woke up only to see Ban gone

“Y-You’re kidding” you whisper, you quickly get out, you run to the tree as you go up the route you began to remember with your mind at this point

You climbed up skillfully fast ignoring the roaring pain in both your ankle and shoulder, you peaked up and not to your surprise you see Ban and Elaine speaking under the oh so romantic fairy lights

With no sound you climbed back down, you walked to your tent and went in, grabbing your bag you grabbed your herbs, bandages, clothes and canned foods, leaving some for Ban even in your mood

You rolled up your sleeping bag and dig the dirt under as you grabbed your bag of coins, you and Ban always hid your money in case of any intruders, you guys were bandits after all

You take your money and put it in your bag as you get out the tent and leave

Ban returned back in the morning, he had asked Elaine what he should do to fix things and what a girl usually would like in this type of situation, you guys had never fought so bad to the point you didn’t speak the whole entire day

He was scared you were actually done with him, he had a few picked flowers in his hand and he took a deep breath as he opened the tent

But his eyes widen when he sees your stuff gone and your sleeping bag rolled up, he drops the flowers as he looks around frantically

“Y/N?? Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?!” He yelled, he ran everywhere around the forest looking for you, but you were no where in sight

By the time night fell he still couldn’t find you and it felt like his whole world was collapsing in front of him, he couldn’t think and he couldn’t even yell anymore bc he was sure he lost his voice by how loud and long he was screaming your name

He quickly wiped a tear that rolled down his cheek as he quickly climbed the tree, Elaine looked over at him worriedly

“You didn’t come at our usual time I was worried” she said and looks away blushing slightly

“She left Elaine! She left and I can’t find her anywhere” he says as he falls onto his knees and the tears finally come out

“She left me Elaine I-“ he says hoarsely

Elaine frowns sadly as she goes over and hugs him

“Well Ban...maybe she wasn’t the right one..there’s other people who can make you happy” she says

“Her injuries, she had bandages on her right arm and an injury on her ankle as well! She can get really hurt out there I have to find her” he cried

“Ban she left you, maybe it’s time to move on” Elaine says hintfully and lets go of Ban as she flies to the cup, she gives it to Ban and smiles at him

“Really?” He asks and she nods blushing a bit, he drank it slowly and when Elaine wasn’t looking he poured some inside of a glass bottle

“Ban I like-“ Elaine begins but Ban gets up

“I’m sorry Elaine I think this is the last time you’ll be seeing me, I checked every inch of the forest last night so that means Y/n has left the forest, I’m gonna be leaving as soon as I make it to the tent and get my stuff” he says to the girl who’s face falls in despair

“W-What wait but Ban she-“ she began

“She left? She had a good reason, if I was in her position I’d be upset too I can’t blame her” he says running a hand through his hair

“B-BUT SHE-SHE” Elaine tries to plead but stops when she sees Ban smile at her

“No matter what she did or does, she’s the only one my heart races for, in life or in death Y/n is my one true love so...wherever she goes I’ll chase her” he says and with that he jumps off the tree

Elaine falls to her knees as she watches the spot Ban once stood in, her head falling down as tears fell on to the tree

Ban had gotten to the tent and began packing all his stuff he got his money bag from under his sleeping , though he wonders where you hid yours and leaves

He travels for towns and towns looking for you, he had finally found you but much to his dismay you got captured since you were injured and were in a pretty tight situation as you were on death row

He watched as you and other prison mates were in a yard just doing your own things, you were laying on a bench staring at the sky

“Pssst”

You look up quickly and look around not seeing anyone, you were about to lay back down

“Pssst Y/n!”

You look around again noticing the familiar voice

“I must be going crazy” you mutter as you hold your forehead

“You’re not! Look over here!”

You slowly look to the side of the fence you were near and your eyes slowly landed on a bush, soon blue hair popped up from behind the bush and Ban gave you that grin of his

“Ban!” You say, a smile on your face, but you quickly replace it by a scowl and look away from him

He smiles slightly at that

“Y/n come on look at me” he whispers and you begrudgingly look over at him and he smiles, causing you to get flustered and your scowl to shake trying not to smile

“What are you doing here, you better hurry up and escape before they catch you too” you whisper not looking at him, instead watching the guards

He laughs

“As if I would leave you in a jail cell, come on let’s go” he says and you look at him stupidly

“Let’s go? No thanks death row isn’t that bad” you say coldly and he sighs

“Fine, guess we have to do this the hard way” he says shrugging

“HEY GUARDS” He shouts and your eyes widen as you sit up and block him with your body as the guards and inmates look at you

“UHH YEAH GUARDS, UHM YOUR ZIPPERS DOWN” you say and cringe deeply when the guards both look down and one coughs as he zips up his zipper, the inmates laughing

When everything died down you looked at Ban deadly

“Are you crazy?” You whisper

“Crazy for you”

Your mouth closes as you try to not blush but it’s inevitable as your brows unfurrow and a small smile takes over

“There’s that smile I love” he says and you roll your eyes as you huff slightly

“You better explain, I’m not giving you another chance so don’t you lie to me” you say and he nods quickly like a dog, you can basically see the tail behind him wagging

“Now step back babe, you’re boyfriends here to save you” he says smugly and you roll your eyes as you back up

He takes out his staff and in a swift motion breaks the fence, the guards all look over

“HEY” one shouts and you gasp as Ban quickly scoops you up and starts running

“It’s okay! I’ll take this bandit off your hands!” He shouts amused as he runs, he runs into a forest and does many turns eventually losing the guards who had to return back before any other inmates escaped

He puts you down lightly and you cross your arms to which he snorts

“I can run you know” you say and he shakes his head as he leans down and takes out a jar of green stuff

“They’re not as good as yours but they should do” he says and he gently takes your leg as he pulls up the inmate suit and sees your swollen ankle

“Tch stupid guards didn’t even treat it” he mutters as he takes some of the green cream and slowly and gently rubs it over your ankle

You can’t lie this felt really good but

“The first night I went up to try to plead for the youth drink” he says and you look at him

“The second night I went up to try and bribe for the youth drink”

“The third night I spoke to her, I tried to get to know her so she can see we have no bad intentions but one night wasn’t enough”

“The 4th night she had decent trust in me, so we continued talking”

He sighed as he started wrapping the bandage around your ankle softly, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Ban this gentle

“And the 5th night?” You ask and he looks to the side, you noticed a slight blush

“The 5th night I asked advice on what I should do to make you forgive me..” he mutters and your mouth falls agape slightly, it slowly forms into a small smile

“I’m sorry for not letting you explain..” you say and he shakes his head

“No, I can see how this looked from your perspective” he says as he rolls up your sleeves and switches the old bloodied bandages on your arm

You chuckle softly

“So I guess we can’t be together forever” you say sighing and as he rubs the herb cream on your bruised back he raises his eyebrow and pulls out a glass bottle with pink liquid

“Sorry but you’re not escaping me so easily” he says and you gasp as you grab the bottle and look at it

“This is really it??” You say looking back at him and he nods proudly

You slowly open it and drink it, but you didn’t feel that different

“Did it work?” You ask and he shrugs to which you deadpan

That day you both held hand as you jumped off a cliff, when you landed you guys sat up as you laughed and high fived, it worked

After a few months both you and Ban were caught purposely cause life began to get boring, you both sat in the same cell, after 33 executions you both are still alive in confinement

“I win” you say as you cross an all three X’s on the tic tac toe you made on the dirt in the ground

“You’re cheating” Ban replies and you laugh

Soon the door blows open and you two looked over to see a short man with blonde hair, you both smiled as Meliodas smiled back at you two

“Glad to see you two are still lovebirds”