#but he instantly recognizes the memories are fake

[windowsillbells]

hi zhao yunlan is just as crazy and obsessed (and also scared angry) about shen wei as shen wei is about him

[katszumi]

part one but can be read as a standalone!

today’s the day— the six year reunion for all the graduated u.a students. the day bakugou was internally dreading.

he didn’t want to attend, but because of shitty hair, he basically had no other choice. he thought it was stupid, annoying even considering the fact he still works with some of his old classmates.

plus, bakugou was never the type to attend gatherings. he hated the loud noise, busy moving bodies, and the useless small talk people had just to be respectful. none of it was apart of bakugou’s persona, not even his pr managers could change that.

but, he also knows the slight possibility of you being there. he knows someone extended the invite to you, back then every single classmate loved you.

since the night he rudely brushed you off, you haven’t been in contact with him once. his messages still delivered green, and you unable to show on any of his social media. for him, you only existed as a fragment of his memory other than the times you appear on television or the news.

you seemed to be thriving in america. the first year you went, he remembers seeing an article online on how you quickly climbed the ranks in america, the americans instantly adoring everything about you. despite your hero name and quirk, fans began to relate you to a siren, claiming how you were too captivating and powerful to be true. soon, citizens also began to recognize you as the star-spangled siren.

no doubt, bakugou thought it was hilarious. it was something so incredibly stupid. but it was also a reminder that you accomplished your dream. you were a great hero. all of your fears from six years ago were disregarded, and you proved to yourself that you built yourself up by yourself with no support system.

he always knew you were the strongest within the class. maybe that’s why he always felt so weak in front of you. he didn’t stand a chance against you, especially when he finds your figure standing by the bar.

you were messing with your drink, engaging in conversation with mina and ochako. those were the girls always attached at your hip back then.

at first he questions himself whether to squeeze himself in the conversation, or to leave you be. he figured that if you wanted to talk to him then you would’ve reached out years ago.

but before he could act on anything, your gaze meets his. it feels like time on every clock comes to a halt.

he takes in your new differences from the last time he saw you. you grew an inch or two taller, which he found hilarious since you used to pray to be taller. you’re a little more tan; bakugou remembering somewhere in a textbook that the states received more hours of sunlight than japan. you’ve matured more in your face; you were always the girl he found cute. but now, your gazing eyes were more fierce, your pouting lips that he often found himself sneaking glances at were parted, and your newly developed body; your arms were more toned, your body a tad more curvaceous.

enamored wasn’t even the right word to describe bakugou. an understatement even.

it’s all too strange how he felt a pulsation in his chest, his heart hammering from the small moment of eye-contact. he believed that he got over you, coming to terms that there’d never be a chance that you’d talk to him with dancing eyes and a grin on your face like before. but, oh boy, was he wrong.

guilt immersed him. he was angry with himself for treating you like you didn’t matter. everything you said that day, you were right. he didn’t tell you anything related to his emotions, he was avoiding you for weeks, and he was a dick for simply letting you go. he knew all of this, even years ago he realized. bakugou wasn’t the type to go back on his word nor apologize.

but in order for you to talk to him with even a fake smile on your face, he would have to do just that. though, it was you— he wouldn’t mind getting down on both knees, begging for you to forgive him if he had to.

pathetic, bakugou would say, who in their right mind would do something like that? but he would. because six years later, bakugou was still pathetically in love with you.

mina noticed your shift in eye, so she peered over her shoulder, searching the area for what grabbed your attention. it was quick the way she noticed it was him that snatched your breath. her eyes widened for a small moment before turning her head once again.

mina was probably talking shit about him, that was no surprise. even though he and mina got together well, you and mina were attached at the hip; she valued you more than him. he easily read mina’s body language, you must’ve told mina the situation long ago from the way she placed her palm on your arm and rubbed it gently.

unfortunately, he didn’t care if you or mina would be frustrated with his audacity. if anything, everything he was going to do from this point on was because he cared so much about you. so fuckin’ much he’d drain the ocean dry to prove his love to you.

bakugou had only fallen in love twice. once with you and once with a mirror. one, a destructive on-going path without a clear result. one, someone so far-fetched yet still warm and beautiful. someone that eventually in time becomes part of the oxygen he needs to breathe.

the mirror was the first-choice. becoming the number one hero was his only objective, no matter the opportunity cost, he was going to do anything to reach his goal. halfway through, he realized he chose wrong.

there was no point in reaching the goal without you. you were his hands and feet, so why did he expect himself to be okay with the situation he caused?

bakugou hated defeat, he already knows that. but he’d be damned if he allowed you to slip through his fingers once more.

and just like that, his legs are moving towards you and mina. his mind consisted of nothing; he had no words ready for you, no apology prepared. he just sees you and, like always, he needs to be in your vicinity.

as he marches towards you, he realizes that it’s always been like this, him chasing you to his hearts desire. at the beginning, it was a light jog nothing that would cause him to break a sweat. soon it turned into a full-blown sprint, the gap between you and him seeming to increase every day.

before he could muster anything to say, he makes it to you. he keeps his distance from you so you don’t run away, but enough that he can see the pores on your face.

you ogle at him, your face twisted a bit. mostly likely from the surprise of him trudging towards you as if nothing happened. mina rolled her eyes at him as she folded her arms.

“bakugou, don’t be one of those.” mina started.

“one of what?!”

she scoffed. “one of those obsessive guys when they realized they’ve lost a gem because they were stupid as fuck.” mina him a ‘that’s you’ look. “don’t come crawling back now.”

bakugou opened his mouth to object mina, prepared to go off on her. just a week ago, she was chatting it up with him, kirishima, and denki, no animosity found in any of her statements. but since you were here, she supposed she had to play the part as the protective best-friend.

but before he could say anything, you beat him to it.

“it’s fine, mina.”

your voice was still the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard. so gentle and euphonious. he wanted to thank the heavens on the earth for allowing him this opportunity again even when he’s a shitty guy. he didn’t deserve you, he knew that, but he couldn’t bypass the overwhelming feeling of yearning you.

he shifted in his position, clearly shocked that you didn’t seem to hate the fact he was standing within your vicinity.

mina also shocked, raised a brow at her best-friend. “you sure babes?” you nodded in response. the pink colored woman leaned into her ear, whispering god-knows what, before walking away with ochako to leave you and him alone.

you faced bakugou fully now, your eyes taking in the subtle distinctions he’s made over the years. bakugou always was one of the strongest in the class, but even now, he developed into a rigorous man. you can tell he’s shaved recently, the small hairs on his chin slowly starting to form. his eyes are more relaxed, seeming more generous.

alike him, you too kept post on bakugou in japan. you’d frequently find yourself searching him on the internet to wonder how he’s doing. just like he told you and everyone else at u.a, he was now the number one hero of japan. he proved to all his doubters that he could do it.

you were proud of him, internally rooting him on from 6,303 miles away. however, externally, you masked a look of resentment for him.

he broke your heart when he pushed you away. you didn’t understand why it was so difficult for him to come clean about things, especially when it came to you.

you had enough of it.

or at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, hoping for your heart to believe it as your mind did.

“hi,” you said. he could tell you were nervous from the way your hand slightly trembled. “long time no see.”

bakugou anxiously chuckled, “yeah.” he instinctively ran his fingers through his hair as he swallowed nothing. “look, i’m not even going to waste any time with this. y/n, i am so fuckin’ sorry.” his tone softened, coming from the deepest part of him. you can’t recall a time where his voice ever sounded so tender like this.

“kat—” you started, but he didn’t let you finish.

“no, i mean it. i am sorry for being a coward. i was a fool for treating you like you didn’t matter to me when that wasn’t the case, it was never the case. you were too good for me and that scared me. i’m rough on the outside, i couldn’t imagine savoring someone so mellow. i’m a pathetic asshole, a bitch, a cunt.”

you reached forward to place your hand on his wrist. “don’t say such things about yourself, katsuki. you are not any of those things.”

“don’t be good with me. i don’t deserve to be treated this way. give me the punishment i deserve for causing you anguish.” he begged. unknowingly, his hands slipped into yours. you could feel his sweat accumulate, his shaky hands.

all of this just for you to forgive him. how could you ever despise him when he’s an emotional wreck in the palm of your hands?

“it’s okay, katsuki. i’ve come to forget about it years ago. you’re one of the best things to happen to me during my adolescence. we were young and we both said things we didn’t mean back then.” bakugou looks at you with a pout. “i forgive you.”

you pull bakugou into a hug, wrapping your arms around him. you almost had forgotten how much bigger his figure was compared to yours until he bear-hugs you.

“how long are you staying until you leave for america?” he asks.

“i was going to wait till the end of the night to share this, but i was never one to hold secrets from you.” you released bakugou from the hug, a smile tugging your lips. “i’m coming back to japan.”

“what? but america… why?” he scrambled for words.

you lightly shrugged, “not my kind of place. i also really missed my home.”

“fuckin’ hell,” his words trailed off. bakugou couldn’t imagine the happiness that was coming from him right now. in his mind, he thanked kirishima for dragging him here. “i’m so relieved.”

you laughed, one that bakugou could tell wasn’t fake. he couldn’t help but to smile. he was finally talking to you, the woman he loved, after six long years. he was unsure if he could survive another minute of you ignoring him.

“so, back then, did you?”

“did i what?”

“back then, did you like me? did i really mean something to you?”

bakugou tried to remember if you were ever this dense? what a stupid fuckin’ question, bakugou thinks.

“you were the first person ever to tell me to have desires and to not hold back.” he explains. “did i like you? y/n, i loved you. every part of you, i loved. hell, i still do.” it seemed easier for him to confess, maybe it was from the adrenaline he was feeling in this moment.

but he didn’t care, if anything he was glad. you needed to hear it just as much he needed to admit it to himself.

“then, let’s start over, katsuki. let’s ditch this place, i know you’re not a big fan of parties anyway.”

bakugou knows all too well, he loves it how you remember the smallest parts of him. he loves your consideration and emotional warmth that you’re always quick to offer. even though, the gates were open for you to leave, you stayed.

he knew that his love for you would last a lifetime and would always welcome you with sweet grace and a humble gratitude.

all he can do is nod in response, hoping to suppress his racing heartbeat.

bakugou takes your hand to lead you to the exit of the party. “my job here is done anyway.”

@b134ch-m4h-ey3z @bsallergy

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

This is a mashup of various tropes. Don’t like don’t read. May include

- deaged danny

- Damian x Dani (serious chaos)

- dead Jazz

- dead Sam

- dead Tucker

- not-shit parent Vlad (kinda)

- the Waynes have a strength kink

So when Danny is 18 and have safely moved out, has financial security and can go no contact with his parents he decides to tell him that he’s Phantom.

It doesn’t go well.

By the time Jazz Sam and Tucker find him he is deaged to around 6. The fentonworks lab explodes.

Dani, who is 16 and was on her way to visit, came just in time to sift through the rubble and find Danny, who has only had enough memory to recognize her as his sister. She also finds three dead bodies. Jack and Maddie survived.

Scared and mourning, she takes Danny and runs to Vlad, who realizes how terrible and obsessed Jack and Maddie were and gives Dani lots of money to hide somewhere where the Jack and Maddie wouldn’t dare to look- at least not for a little while.

Gotham.

So she takes Danny and changes their names.

Elliot ‘Elle’ Jasmine Nightingale and Daniel James Nightingale, brothers and sister duo.

Dani- now Elle- still holds a grudge on Vlad, coupled with the Fenton stubbornness, she insists that she can pay rent/bills/groceries/etc. she gets an apartment in crime alley.

Because Elle doesn’t want to leave a paper trail, she does a less-than-legal job.

She joins a fight rink under the name of Phantasm.

And she’s great at it.

Shes spend the money on education for Danny, ignoring her education for the moment until Danny is old enough to join school.

Damian and Bruce were having major arguments, mostly about his violence and Damian quits being Robin and becomes Nocturne. (Bc I love that name)

He undercover a fight rink and thinks if he busts the rink Bruce will trust him enough.

He does recon and quickly realizes that one of the fighters was incredible, winning fight after fight without causing major injures to her opponents. Her name was Phantasm.

He decides that in order to find out more about her, he has to join undercover. It was only to take down the fight rink and learn more about the beautiful fighter that could bend him in half and nothing more.

Damian joins under the name of Ghoul and swipes some DNA from Elle, learns her (fake) name her (fake) backstory (family died in an heated lab explosion) but doesn’t understand why a chunk of her DNA was unreadable (ghost part of her DNA)

After a bit of digging, realized she didn’t attend school and the next morning Elle waked up to a letter starting that her full-ride scholarship to Gotham Academy has be approved (GA offers a afterschool care for students with younger siblings)

Elle never applied and is confused but accepts after Vlad, Ember, and Kitty convinced her.

She coincidentally is put in the most of the same classes as Damian, who she eventually crushes on befriends because he’s hot she’s suspicious of his faint and funky ecto signature.

So shenanigans include (not in this order and are optional)

- GALA where Vald announces her as Vlad Co heiress and the are invited to the gala and get a bit sus of Elle bc Vlad is sus

- JASON AS ELLE’S NEIGHBOR is actively trying to set up/prevent Damian and Elle getting together (either one works, as long as the plans fail comically)

- PRINCESS ELLE OF YHE INFINITE RELAMS + SUMMONING

- TALIA ATTEMPTING TO KIDNAP DANNY because he looked like Bruce/she wants another son and Elle absolutely beating her 7 different ways to Sunday and Talia telling Damian that she approves of her

- ELLE DESTABILIZING/GETTING REALLY SICK and Danny calls Damian in a panic because he knows Elle trusts him even if she won’t admit it

- ELLE GETS SAVED BY NOCTURNE and Elle instantly clocks him as Damian bc of his ecto signature and rips him a new one because look how vigilantism turned out for Danny

- THE BATFAM THINKING DANNY IS THE CLONE OF ELLE and investigating Cadmus, who could have ties to the GIW somehow

- ELLE BECOMING A SORT OF SERIAL KILLER to protect Danny (check the comments @emerald-fox-93 linked it :)))

- DASH BECOMING A GCPD COP AND HAVING TO ARREST ELLE because she killed someone who tried to kidnap Danny. Damian picks her up from the station after she calls him.

- PAULINA BECAME A LAYWER FOR WE bc I saw a post like that and it was fire. She eventually fights for the removal of the AEA (anti ecto acts)

- THE OTHER BATS GENUINELY BECOMING CONCERNED and began to think that Elle is mind-controlling Damian because he keeps brushing them off to hang out with her

- DAN JOINING THE JLA and calling up Elle when he needs her help and Damian being there and being like ‘wtf??’

Jack and Maddie eventually find Danny and Elle and Elle vanishes. Danny- who Elle hid when the Fentons stormed the apartment- calls Damian sobbing and pleading for him to find Elle because the bad people are going to hurt her.

Damian, knowing little to nothing about her situation, basically goes ballistic trying to find her. The family, titans, and the League gets involved because one 15 year old doesn’t realize he has a massive crush on his classmate. He calls up that every favors he is owed (and some that is not) so now basically almost the entire LOA is after a 15 year old girl who was kidnapped by the two mad scientists who are committing around 16 wars crimes.

They find her after the ghosts she’s Still in contact with realize she hasn’t texted in a while and they’ll help Damian on his manhunt

And because Elle is the high princess, the entire ghost zone is ready to help Damian get their princess/queen/regent back

Jack and Maddie never stood a chance.

Any more ideas?? Please tag me and comment 🙏 :))

Edit: I’m updating the post as I think of new ideas, so it’s changing pretty often, you’re not crazy, I just have no writing ability and too many ideas 🤪

[flippinpancakes64]

hey can i request romantic moments between cullens and reader? btw i love your works🫶🏻

Romantic moments with the Cullens

Thank you so much! I think I’ll always be shocked whenever anyone says they like what I do so thank you.

And this one was a lot of fun to make! I did get a bit carried away at some points tho… I tried a new form of writing for me so hopefully it's good

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

You and Edward had been dating for almost two years now

You were about to graduate high school, your first time and his 100th

You had talked about doing so many things to memorialize your senior year

A scrapbook, a picture every day, a custom t-shirt

Literally everything

But you just kept forgetting

Between all of the stress of moving into your final year, saving up for college, working your part-time job, and all of your extracurriculars, fun stuff just slipped your mind

And now you were helping Alice set up for your graduation party and you’re realizing just how empty the place is

Not that there aren’t decorations, which there definitely are, it’s just nothing you wanted

The place was covered in black and gold and your favorite color

There were piles of your favorite foods

But then you looked at the empty table where all of your mementos are supposed to go

You have everything you technically need

Your baby pictures, all of your awards, your school picture from every year, and your acceptance letter to your future college

But it was still missing something, all of those little projects you had been wanting to do so badly but simply didn't

You turned away from your sad little table tucked away in a corner of the Cullen house when you see Edward standing in the doorway

He's carrying a huge box in his hands, stuff overflowing from the top

"Edward, what is all of that? Don't tell me it's more streamers, we don't have room. Unless you want to cover the entire house in them-"

"Shh. It's not streamers I promise. It's for you. I promise you'll love it."

He sets the box down on your memento table and instantly you recognize it all

The wooden box with your name on the side carved in fancy cursive lettering holds everything you wanted

You pull out a leather-bound journal, opening it reveals picture upon picture of you from every single day that year

Next is a basic white shirt, but scribbled all over it are signatures and notes from all of your friends and your favorite teachers

Underneath that is a framed picture of your senior parking spot, though it looks like Edward redrew it because you don't remember yours looking this good

In the bottom of the box lies a Build-a-Bear of your favorite animal dressed in a little cap and gown

You were speechless. He remembered every single thing that you wanted, all of your dreams that you forgot to fulfill, and he did them for you

"I have so many questions, but for right now just come here and give me a kiss"

"Gladly!"

Alice:

Today was your one-year anniversary of being turned into a vampire

And for your surprise, Alice decided she would take you to do something that you had always told her you wanted to do

Sit on the bottom of the deep end of the pool

And naturally, Alice went all out

You were out at the store with Esme when you got a call from Alice telling you to put on the clothes she laid out on your bed and to go into the backyard when you got home

To say you were confused would be an understatement

But you did it anyway

After you and Esme got home and you helped her bring in the new couch she bought, you trekked up to yours and Alice's shared room

Laying on your bed was a swimsuit that you had never seen before

It was your favorite color and it was adorned with jewels

Queasily, you wondered if they were real diamonds

Fake or not, you were still careful pulling it on

Of course it fit like a glove did you expect anything else

You walk out the back door and you see Alice sitting next to the pool, the sun reflecting off of her shiny skin with a big smile on her face

In her lap there was a small bag that was zipped tightly shut

"Okay, what's all this?"

"Well, remember when you were still human and you used to tell me all the time how all you wanted was to just go to the bottom of the pool and take a nap down there?"

"So that's what all this is? I can't even sleep anymore"

"Oh shush I know that, of course I have something else planned"

With that, she grabs the bag and dives headfirst into the pool

You can see her bright purple bikini as she makes her way to the bottom of the pool only stopping once she's 12 feet deep

You hesitate as you're about to follow her

You know that logically you'll be fine, but a human part still exists somewhere inside of you

Swallowing back your fear, you jump in, swimming down to the bottom to join Alice

"You don't need to hold your breath, silly. Go ahead, let it out"

You didn't even realize you were holding your breath

"Now, for the main event. Since it's your anniversary, I figured we could have a nice romantic dinner down here."

With that, she pulls out a small battery operated candle and flicks it on, the water above making it just barely dark enough for the candle to be visible

Next, she pulls out two pouches that have screw-on lids

"What is that?"

"Blood, of course. Fresh from the moose I caught this morning."

She hands you one, and underneath the pressure of the warm water, huddled around your little candle, you have the most romantic dinner of your life

Jasper:

To be honest, you were having a terrible week

You completely forgot about a really important essay that you needed for one of your AP classes, your favorite shirt got eaten by the washing machine, and now, your friends cancelled on you last minute when you were all supposed to go to the fair

You were sitting on your bed, still dressed in the outfit you were going to wear for the day, staring down at the text message from your friends

And you just started sobbing

It was too much

Jasper was downstairs at the time, he could feel your creeping sadness, but when your tears erupted, he knew he had to step in

He flew up the steps and stopped just outside of your door

He knocked and waited until you permitted him to come in

"What happened?"

"My friends... what are the chances that all four of them had something come up so suddenly? Do they hate me? I bet they do..."

He just took your hand and crept his ability into your mind, easing your sadness at least a little

When your sniffling finally came to an end, he grabbed your face to look at him

"Do you still want to go? To the fair, I mean"

You just looked at him shocked

"But, Jasper, you hate being out in public. I would never ask that of you"

"That's why you're not asking, I'm offering. Come on, let's go"

With that he pulls you out to the car and drives you to the fair

You drag him everywhere

From all of the food stands to every single ride, he goes willingly

If he is uncomfortable being around all of the sweet-smelling humans, he makes no indication of it

As the night is coming to an end and the blinking lights on the tents illuminate your face, you stand in front of a Pop-The-Balloon game

Just within your reach, so close you can taste it, a giant orange monkey stuffed animal hangs on the edge of the stall

The only thing between you and the monkey is your terrible darts skills

You've easily gone through 50 bucks, Jasper next to you always ready to hand the Carnie another couple of bills

"Are you sure you don't want me to try at least once?"

"I got this, Jasper. One more try, this next one is the one I can feel it."

He just sighs and fishes another couple of dollars out of his wallet

Of course, this round goes just as well as all of the other ones, leaving you even more frustrated

"Now can I try?"

"Ugh, go for it"

He pops every single balloon so fast you wonder if he used his super speed to race behind the counter to pop them all

The Carnie reluctantly handed over the monkey, and you were all too eager to take it

You didn't even care that you were still in a very public spot, you pulled Jasper in for one of the biggest kisses you've ever given

Rosalie:

You had been talking for weeks about buying a one-of-a-kind action figure from a seller online

There was someone on ebay who repainted various dolls and sold them

There was one that you had been eyeing specifically because it reminded you of Rosalie

Personally, she didn't think it looked like her at all but whatever

The two of you were laying in bed one afternoon peacefully when all of a sudden you shot up and screamed

She is on her feet instantly, looking around for the threat

But then you turn your phone screen to her, screaming about how someone outbid you at the very last moment and that now the doll is gone

"You can't just scream like that! You scared me"

"But Rose! It's gone! I can't believe it this is so unfair"

Cue the waterworks

She feels bad, she tries to console you, but you can't be reasoned with

Over the next couple of days, she tracks down every single detail that she can find about the person who "stole" the doll from you

She hacks into ebay's security system to find their address

And then she tells you that her and Alice are randomly taking a road trip

When she comes back, she invites you out to a nice dinner

She books out the entire dining room of a fancy restaurant and brings you there

As your appetizer and entree come out, you two talk

She makes up some made-up story about her "road trip" with Alice

Just as the waiter leaves with your dessert order, you see Rosalie pull out a wrapped box with a silver bow around it

"What's that?"

"A gift for you"

She hands you the package and on the inside is the little Rosalie look-alike and one more doll that strangely bears a striking resemblance to you

"Is this... is that... oh my god"

"I didn't go on a trip with Alice. Well, technically I did. But we drove to that guy's house and stole the doll back. Since he stole it from you in the first place, it's only fair you got it back."

"And this one? Where did this one come from?"

"He had a couple more in his house, I thought you might like that one too."

So now there are two dolls standing on one of the shelves in your room <3

Emmett:

You had no clue why Emmett was being so weird today

He seemed fidgety all day

That morning he woke you up with a plate of pancakes in bed, drizzled with syrup that he made himself

Then he took you out to the mall

He took you to a really fancy clothing store and had you pick out the most dazzling outfit you could find

He even got it custom tailored to you

After that he took you to the spa where you both got a deep tissue massage

You had tried to ask him multiple times what all this was for, but he never answered

He would just usher you on to the next thing

Now you were in one of Edward's nice foreign cars and he was driving you to somewhere else

"So... as much as I appreciate everything you've been doing today, really, what is this all for?"

"Oh come on, don't act dumb. And before you even ask, no, I don't need anything in return"

"You're literally not even making sense. What is today?"

"You know what day it is :) "

After that he doesn't answer any more of your questions

You just hold your complaints in the passenger seat as he finally parks the car in a spot along the pier

Out on the water, you see multiple couples floating in those pedal-powered swan boats

And then you see the grin on your idiot boyfriend's face

"Ugh, Emmett. Are we really getting on the swans?"

"Yes we are now come on and stop complaining"

You sit across from him floating atop the water, the fairy lights twinkling across your face

Emmett is smushed into his seat, it clearly wasn't made for someone as beefy as him

"So. Now are you gonna tell me what all of this was for?"

"Do... you really not know?"

He sounds hurt

"No I don't. I've been racking my brain all day. It's not my birthday and it's not yours. I haven't won anything recently or been promoted, and it's not an anniversary. Just help me out here"

"It IS our anniversary, though. Our three year anniversary!"

"..."

"What?"

"Our anniversary is SEPTEMBER 28th... not August 28th"

"Oh..."

You start cracking up laughing, doubling over in your little swan seat, the boat rocking with how hard you're laughing

He apologizes over and over again for getting the date wrong

You reassure him that it's fine

You spend the rest of your 2 years and 11 months anniversary seeing how fast you can make the swan boat go

You both get kicked out and blacklisted

Esme:

A while back, you watched Bridgerton

The plotlines and characters didn't really stand out to you too much

What really stood out was the clothing

You made Esme sit down and watch it with you

The whole time you were just raving about the costume design and how much you wish you could wear what they were wearing

Time passed and you eventually forgot about it

Working, going to school, watching different shows, you know, life

You were sitting in the living room, lounging on the couch while some random cooking show played

Edward and Bella were sitting on the couch too, not really watching either

All three of you were just sort of zoned out until you heard Esme yell your name as loud as she could

You and Bella jumped, Edward probably heard it before it happened

Instantly, you shot up and ran down the hall to Esme's workroom

You flung the door open and looked inside

"Esme! What's wrong, what happened?"

"Wrong? Nothing's wrong! In fact, it's all perfect! Come here, come here"

You stepped inside of her studio and instantly spotted it

In the corner was a mannequin that seemed too specific to your height and weight measurements to be a coincidence

Hanging off the mannequin was a beautiful outfit

It looked straight out of the 1600s, made out of fine silks, golden fabrics, and fine linen

There were various imperfections on it, the wrong color of thread used here, a hole in the fabric there, but it was beautiful regardless

"A while back you mentioned that you wanted to look like someone from that show, so I made you this! I hope you like it, if not I can change anything you want me to"

"You made this, all by yourself?"

"Yes! I watched so many tutorials and I even went to the tailor shop in town to ask them for some tips. It's obvious that I'm no seamstress, but I'm still pretty proud of myself"

"Proud? You should be overjoyed! This deserves to be in a competition, on TV, at craft shows, anywhere!"

When you tried it on after a couple of minutes of insisting that she did a wonderful job, you were blown away once more

It fit perfectly, you looked like you just walked out of a fairytale book

Her next project is making one for herself

Carlisle:

You had a little habit of leaving notes in Carlisle's packed lunch for when he goes to the clinic

He didn't need the food, but he did need to keep up appearances

It's already not a very human look when the best doctor in town willingly works almost every shift and is always on call and ready to work

So he needs something to bring him back down

You found out not too long into dating the little routine

Esme packs him a sandwich and a bottle of water, she takes it to him at work, eats it in the very public break room for everyone to see, pukes it up cause his body can't digest it, and then comes home

So the cycle continues after that

The first time you saw Esme making a little ham and cheese sandwich, you were confused

After she explained, you asked if you could put something in there too

So you started your own routine of writing Carlisle a cute little note

Usually just about how much you loved him, sometimes accompanied by a little doodle

A couple of times when he would come home, he would thank you for your note

But other than that, you thought that was it

Until one day you were admittedly snooping in his office

You were just bored and wanted to see what fun stuff there was to read in his office

You were pulling book after book off of his shelves, flipping through them, and then putting them back

But then you stumbled across a small book with only the word "Love" written on the front in the handwriting you recognized to be Carlisle's

Inside was every single note you had ever given him

Each one was lovingly placed on the page, making a collage

Some pieces of paper were lined, some plain

Some notes were written with black ink, some with whatever other pen was lying around at the time

The only similarity was that underneath all of them, Carlisle had dated them

You flipped through every page, until you got to the second half of the book that was still blank

Your heart surged, this man

"You caught me"

You whipped around to see Carlisle standing in the doorway, his white lab coat still hung across his shoulders, and a slight smile on his face

He walked over to you, grabbing the book gently from your hands

He set it on his desk and sat down in the chair, you peered over his shoulder

From his breast pocket, he pulled out the note that you wrote that morning

He opened the book to the next page, and glued the slip in

He dated it with a flawless ease and swiveled to look up at you

You just tackled him with a kiss

Vampire! Bella:

You were really worried

You'd been dating Bella for a whole year now, but she still hasn't seen your bedroom

That wouldn't be an issue if she wasn't coming over today

And if your room wasn't a fucking mess

You knew that Bella would be coming over for like a week

You told yourself days ago that you had to clean your room for her

But now the day is here, Bella is on her way

You were frantically running around your room, trying your best to round up all of the dirty clothes on the floor, get all the trash picked up, and light a couple candles

But it was too late

From downstairs you could hear the front door open and your mom called up the steps that Bella was here

When she opened the door, you had a bundle of dirty clothes in your hands as you attempted to at least get one more thing done

"I'm so sorry, Bella. Really, it's not usually this bad, I promise. I just forgot to clean my room yesterday and the day before and this morning and-"

"Woah! Calm down!"

She walks over to you and takes the dirty clothes from your hands, throwing them effortlessly into the hamper across the room

"I promise, I don't mind. You should have seen my room when Edward left me a couple years ago... ugh, terrible"

"No, I'm- I'm so sorry. It's so bad in here. I promise it's not usually this bad. This is not the first impression I wanted to give you"

After some more back and forth, but really more of her being stubborn, you finally agree to let her help you clean your room

It only takes about 5 minutes

The place was covered in dirty clothes before, dishes piling up, trash on every surface

And now it looked brand new

You were cuddling on your freshly cleaned bed and watching a movie

"You know, that was pretty fun. You should call me the next time your room gets really dirty"

"... are you a psychopath?"

[anton-luvr]

can you do childhood enemies to lovers with sungchan please 🤞 i love ur writing!!

# MR. CONSIDERATE.

𖦹 childhood enemy!sungchan x fem!reader | fluff | ce2l au 𖦹 note ; tysm for requesting anon!! i had so much fun writing this i love sungchan </3 thank u for waiting and i hope u like it!

Sungchan's yawn changes into a frown when he notices the pair of unfamiliar shoes by the door.

His aunt never mentioned about having guests over.

Thinking he had to endure another awkward social interaction, Sungchan sighs as he takes off his own shoes.

Don't get him wrong, he loves his aunt to bits.

But oftentimes, the friends she had over would nag him till his ears were ringing, endless questions about his college and non-existent dating life thrown his way.

So when he steps into the hallway to see that it's only a girl about his age with his sister in the living room, he's instantly relieved.

Until he notices his aunt is nowhere in sight.

"Somin," he calls out suspiciously, making his way over to the living room. "I'm home!"

The little girl squeals in delight, and she rushes over to hug Sungchan tightly. "'Chan, meet my new friend!" she says excitedly, pointing at you.

The smile on Sungchan's face freezes.

When he last saw you more than ten years ago, he had celebrated the fact that he would never have to see you again, but here you were: standing in his aunt's living room and staring right back at him.

Memories rush through his mind like a rollercoaster: childish fights over ice-cream, competitive glares exchanged when the teacher gave back your grades, and the promise he made to himself to hate you forever.

"S-Sungchan?" you sputtered, snapping him out of his thoughts. "What are you doing here?"

And just like he used to, Sungchan gets defensive. "What are you doing here? This is my aunt's house." he asks back, tone sharp and bringing an edge of hostility.

"She's the new babysitter!" Somin replies, unaware of the situation. "Her name is Y/N, isn't she nice?"

"Y/N, this is my brother! His name is Sungchan." Somin continues, grinning brightly at you.

You bite on your tongue to hold back from snapping back at Sungchan, feigning a surprised expression in response to Somin's introduction.

"Okay, bye! I need to go watch TV now." she sings, dashing off.

A heavy silence settles between the both of you as she leaves you alone, and Sungchan fakes a cough to break it.

"Sorry about that." he muttered.

"Oh, it's fine." you lie, shifting uncomfortably on your feet.

Sungchan shakes his head strongly at this, making his way into the kitchen.

"No, it's not. It's our first time meeting after forever, and this is how I treat you." he sighs. "Here, let me get you something to drink."

Not saying another word, you simply follow him into the small but cozy kitchen.

You watch as he pulls out two cans of soda from the fridge, and a small smile rests on your lips when you recognize the brand.

"I didn't know they still sold these sodas." you said, sliding into a seat by the kitchen counter.

They had been the most popular ones when you were a kid, and you would save your allowance to buy them during the scorching summers.

Sungchan makes a huffing noise as he places them on the counter, sliding one towards you. "You won't believe how expensive they are now." he complains. "It's almost five dollars a can!"

Hearing him complain like a grumpy middle-aged man, you couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?" he asks, confused as he takes a sip from his can.

"You sound like an old man." you giggle, pretending to dodge when Sungchan picks up his soda as if to throw it at you.

The silence from earlier returns as your laughter dies down, and you wrack your brain to think of something to say.

Thankfully, Sungchan beats you to it.

"So... how's life? How have you been?" he asks.

Shrugging, you take a sip. "Not much. I'm on summer break from college, so I thought I'd earn some money at it while resting."

Sungchan hums, leaning back on his chair.

"And my aunt hired you to babysit my sister? Yikes." he mumbles jokingly.

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "I see that you're still the same, huh?" you retort.

As if you had accused him of a great crime, Sungchan gasps and dramatically clutches at his chest. "Hey, if this was us back then, we'd already be fighting and screaming at each other on the floor!"

The fact that it's happened before makes you chuckle, shaking your head.

It was crazy to think about how you used to hate him with all your guts, but here you were, having a conversation with him in his aunt's kitchen.

And as if on cue, you hear the front door rattle open and the loud chatter of ladies fill up the house.

"Oh God," Sungchan groans, mortified as he buries his face in his hands. "My aunt brought her friends over again."

You didn't understand his reaction till they swarmed over, chatting away like a coop of chickens.

"Oh wow, who's this gorgeous lady?" one of the ladies asked, waving enthusiastically at you.

"Is this your girlfriend? You never told us you had one!" another lady teases, whacking Sungchan on the shoulder.

He chokes on his soda, shaking his head frantically. "W-We're just friends! She was taking care of Somin, that's all!"

"Hmm, and maybe she can take care of you too!" one of them adds in, smirking at Sungchan.

"Someone's turning red!" Sungchan's aunt notices, laughing along.

Sure enough, his face was the color of a strawberry. Embarrassed, he stands up quickly, pulling you up with him by the hand.

"Okay, it's getting late, I have to take her home." he rambles, tugging you after him as he squeezes his way to the door.

"You do?" you echo, following him in surprise.

"Aw, our Sungchan is all grown up! He's bringing a girl home, how sweet!" one of the lady coos, and Sungchan's eye twitches.

"Bye!" he shouts, slamming the door shut behind the both of you.

All noise fades the moment he does, and the peace of the night wraps around you like a hug.

"Sorry about that. My aunt's friends are... something." Sungchan mumbles, annoyed.

"It's fine." you say. You were sure you had at least five aunts from your family who were the same, if not worse.

"Wait, but are you actually going to take me home?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at the brown haired boy.

Eyes widening, Sungchan plants his hands on his hips. "Of course I am! What kinda douchebag do you think I am to let you go home alone in the dark?" he scoffs, seemingly offended.

Shrugging, you laugh as you walk away. "Well, let's go then, Mr. Considerate."

He catches up to you with a "Hey, wait for me!", your footsteps falling together in a rhythm as you make your way home.

"Anyways, how about you? How's life?" you ask.

Sungchan hums at this, kicking a random rock on the sidewalk. "It's good. I'm finishing up my degree in engineering, then I'll probably start working."

"Oh, cool!" you say softly. "I would never have guessed you wanted to be an engineer." you laugh. "You were so obsessed with being a fireman back then."

Your words unlock another memory for Sungchan, and he smiles to himself.

Silence falls between the both of you again, but it felt more comfortable this time.

And as you continue walking together, Sungchan can't help but look at you from the corner of his eye, the old hatred softening away into unfamiliar adoration.

And he realized his aunt's friends were right. You really were gorgeous.

Your eyes still had the mischievous glint he used to hate, your cheeks a soft pink from the cool autumn breeze, while the orange street lamps overhead cast a soft glow on you - almost like an angel.

His face burns in realisation when he catches himself admiring you, and Sungchan's about to slap himself when you stop in your tracks.

"Alright, this is it. Thanks for walking me back." you smile, pointing at the apartment complex you stayed at.

Sungchan smiles back, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. "No problem," he says. "It was nice seeing you again."

You nod, waving as you walk up to the entrance.

"Goodnight!" you call, pulling out your access card.

But the beep of verification has barely gone through when it's cut off by Sungchan, shouting.

"Y/N, wait!" he calls.

"Do you want to go get a coffee or something tomorrow? J-Just to catch up." he stutters, eyes shining with what seems to be nervous anticipation.

"Sure," you say immediately, surprising yourself. "Text me the details?"

"I don't have your number though." Sungchan says, smiling sheepishly.

You face palm yourself, dumbfounded. "Sorry," you laugh awkwardly, taking his phone from his outstretched hand.

He watches in amusement as you type in your number, failing at least twice because you kept pressing the wrong number keys.

God, you were so cute.

"Still struggling with numbers?" Sungchan teases when you pass his phone back to him, and you slap his arm. "I passed math in high school, get it right." you scold lightly.

He grins, slipping his phone into his pocket. "Well, you can tell me all about it tomorrow," he says casually.

His words make your cheeks warm up, and you nod.

"Bye!" you call out, stepping into the lift.

Sungchan waves back as the lift doors close, and he can't help but smile like an idiot.

It seems like he wasn't going to hate you forever after all.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

[persephone11110]

Hot and Cold

J.S x Reader

Warnings:quiet reader/happy/confident, protective j.s, mention of past oc death, soft jake seresin, fake date->real dating at the end, bad date, medical inaccuracy, naval inaccuracy, ooc j.s a bit, curse words

Summary: two times jake seresin was secretly in love with y/n l/n and the one time he made sure you knew too.

ofc: Y/n“Mouse”L/n

AN: This is so random, this is me taking a break from Fallen Angel. I’ve read 5+1 b4 from different fandoms but make mine 2+1 bcus i don’t have the brain cells to do that. I don’t know if I like this ENJOY ❤️

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1. the hard deck

“Kiss me baby”

“Ooh, that feels good”

You leaned against the bar alone sipping on your sparkling water quietly. As much as you loved Rooster’s singing— it was loud and made everyone around you in bar loud. You flinched at the shouts that echoed throughout the bar— you knew everyone was just having fun—something you didn’t quite understand yet.

“You hate Bradshaw’s voice too?” a southern drawl calls out to you. You look back to a man with set of gorgeous green eyes. Holy shit he’s fine.

“H..Hi Seresin” your voice suddenly stuttering—nervousness was rising at the sight of the man.

You instantly recognized the man Hangman, the man that leaves everyone in his dust cloud. He gently puts his hand on your back guiding you to a pair of seats outside.

After pulling out your chair Jake gently smiles at you—“Sorry about that Y/n I couldn’t hear over that chicken shit”. He full on smirking, back at home Jake has a little brother Riley who has the exact same tendencies as you. Shy and Quiet-pratically acts like a ghost.

“Jake” you shot him a disapproving look. “Be kind to Rooster”.

“Why should I Mouse?”, he glances at you, your not dumb you could feel and see the deep hatred the two men have for each other. He sips at his beer before putting it back down on the table.

You sighed,“Because whether you like it or not Rooster might be the one up there with you”. You say easily, you know what it feels like to lose someone up in the air. The feeling of someone’s death weighing on conscious day and night— the infamous What If’s.

He shrinks back—“Who, if you don’t mind me asking ya sweetheart?”. He reaches over and grabs your hand lightly—there’s no heat behind his words, his face is soft and gentle— you could see the real him and not his facade Hangman.

Icarus flew too close to the sun. a teardrop fell from your face.

Painful memories crashed your mind, the day Y/n died, having to listen to banshee like cries of his mother and wife combined. Watching his casket get carefully laid into the ground.

“Me and my wso were shot down in enemy territory”.— it’s classified can’t give to much away. “I know I don't why you and Rooster have differences but all i’m saying is that the last thing you both need is death weighing you down”.

“Thank you Y/n”, Jake cards his fingers over your knuckles.“But I need to get back to terrorizing everyone around me”.

Jake wishes he could stay longer, leaving you is the last thing he wants. But if he stayed longer Jake might confess his feelings for you. Cant have that before a big mission, can we?

“Bye Hangman”, you waved him away.

He stood up and gently dropped a kiss onto your head.

“Bye Mouse”

I think I’m in love with her.

—

2. record store

Leave it to loudmouth Phoenix to tell the daggers you had a date tonight. And if you remember correctly Jake had look like he taken a bite into a lemon, sour and confused of why you had a date. When you could be dating him.

“Come on Y/n, your going ditch takeout with me for a random date tonight?”, His eyes fan over to you, as you stood at his kitchen sink.

“Well excuse me Seresin some of us weren’t grace with beauty like others”, you snapped, throwing your lipstick in your purse hastily.

“Goodbye Jake”, you turned on your heel not daring to look back to see if Jake even cared enough to come after you.

You lonely walked the aisles of the record store alone, it was too good to be true, why would a man like Jordan waste him time on you. Maybe you weren’t destined for love—maybe your life would end with you being old cat lady who’s suffered from a broken heart decades early.

You found yourself standing infront of various records Ready to Die, At Last, Enter The Wutang—36 Chambers. All of your favorites album.

“Well at least I know music taste”, God damn it you recognized the arrogant accent from anywhere.

You counted to five before turning around to see Jake. “H-Hello”, you stutter out, Jake was in a three piece suit, with a bouquet of lily’s in his hand. Your favorite flowers, the suit you helped him pick out weeks ago.

“Hey there darlin”, he leans over you—dropping a kiss onto your hair. “I’m sorry for being a bastard”, Jake softly apologizes to you. Your taken back at the softness of his voice.

“How did you—”, you cut yourself off unsure if really wanted the answer.

“Easy, Bradshaw told me that jackass was at the hard deck with a girl hanging off his arm”. , Your shoulders deflated with sadness, you were right- no man is going to spend time with a woman like you. Tears trickled down your face—“Hey, Hey sweetheart whats with the tears?”. His voice more softer.

Your shoulders bounce with sadness at your face found it’s self into the crook of Jake’s neck. “I just wished someone loved me”, you mumbled, to him yet he could hear how much emotion filled your words.

“Come on sweetheart, what do you think i’m doing down here”, he pulls you from him—“You don’t need that jackass to have fun, you have me?”, he whispered into your ear.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” he promised, “I booked us a reservation at Gio’s, and besides Bradshaw and Trace tossed Jordan on his ass after they caught him”. A bit of laughter came out your mouth as you smiled. “Two black eyes and a suit don’t mix well together”, he lightly poked at you.

“Fine Seresin”, you interlocked arms with him, “Lead the way”.

He could feel his heart throb with excitement.

“Alrighty Y/n you win”. you and Jake walked arm and arm to his car before he opens the car door for you, ushering you into his car. You flashed a smile at him.

I think I’m in love with her.

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3. uss?(day of the mission)

“I came to see Lieutenant Jake Seresin”, your tone wavering with fear, logically you knew he was fine—you saw him and Bradley shake hands and smile at each other. But that didn’t mean anything to you, not after you lost Hunter in the air.

“Lieutenant L/n” the doctor tone drenched with stress, “Seresin is busy—”, she was cut off by a southern accent filled with arrogance.

“I’m very good. In fact, I am too good to be true.”, the doctor scoffs-sidestepping, granting you access to Jake.

The cocky son of bitch was laid out on the cot with a grin on his face. “Haven’t see you in a bit sweetheart”. He was laying there as if he hadn’t almost lost his life.

You must’ve allowed some type of emotion to cross your face because the next thing you knew a brusied Jake was pulling down with towards him. Your head tucked under his chin, as you both laid in silence.“Feeling that Y/n?”, he drawled out.

“Yeah I do”, your voice is gentle. “J..Jake I thought I lost you”, your voice wavered.

“I know sweetheart I thought I did too”, he sits up with you in his lap.“I had to save Pops and Rooster you know that right?”.

“Without a doubt”, you managed to run your fingers through his hair. “And you did amazing job of that too, whilst also scaring the shit outta of me”.

“I’m surprised Cyclone isn’t here yet, tearing me a new one”, Jake tells you—adding a kiss to your hand.

“He’s coming soon for a debrief, and the last thing he needs is two of his top lieutenants laid up in bed together Jake”. you tried moving from his embrace.

Jake easily held you back“Y/n I really don’t give a damn right now”.

“Jake”, you said.

“What sweetheart?”.

“Kiss me”, you playfully puckered your lips out.

“God damn darlin took you look enough”, his hand cupped the back of your head.

“I’m in love with her”

[lvrsparadise]

'ALWAYS.' - M.S

Synopsis - "You and me, always forever."

BASED ON THIS REQUEST

Warnings! - Kissing, profanity, Marylou being amazing, Nick defending Matt n Y/N, Use of Y/N, italics mean flashbacks (you know it's good when I use the flashbacks).

A/N - I literally love this, and I'm so happy I get to write it. Again, I'm sorry it's taken me this long to write this. So fun fact, the dad part is based on my dad. So little ole' fun facto there! I cried while writing this, it's so sweet. Enjoy!!

"Oh my god! Wait do you remember your 18th birthday?!" Nick randomly shouts out.

"Do I remember?? Of course I do. That was literally the best birthday I've ever had. No offense mom." I look at the camera.

Chris fake gags as he takes a sip from his drink and makes a shuddering noise, I just kick the back of his seat.

"Hey! Don't do that!"

I stick my tongue out to him before looking to Matt, our eyes catching for a few seconds as we both silently reminisce about that day.

"Would you like to share with the people why it was such an amazing birthday?"

"Oh, for sure."

I clear my throat and go through each memory of that day, from when I woke up until I went to sleep.

"To start off, I was woken up by my favorite people, and Chris."

"Hey!"

"And we spent the entire day out, courtesy of Marylou, love you, Marylou. And around I want to say 5 or 6 PM, when we all went back to my place, A LOT of people were there. We partied, and it was so much fun. And when it was time for me to open presents, the first one I opened was a binder. And I remember thinking, 'what in the world is this??'. So, I look to my amazing boyfriend, who was standing next to his mother with a shit eating grin on his face, and I open it up and instantly remember what it was."

"Oh my god, your face when you opened it was so priceless." Nick slaps my shoulder, not hard, but hard enough.

"Yeah, I was also crying!"

Everyone, even Chris giggles at my comment. I mean it's true. When I started to go through it, I was crying.

----

I set my energy drink on the table as I reach for a bag covered in glitter with the words 'happy birthday' on it.

"This is a nice bag." I say before ripping out the hot pink tissue paper and looking inside.

"The fuck is this? Oh! Sorry mom!" I dart my eyes to my mom as she rolls her eyes and smacks my shoulder at the curse word.

"Just open it hun!" My mom rests a hand on my shoulder as I take the binder out of the bag and setting it on the table.

I look at Matt, who's standing next to his mom, grinning like an idiot, confusion clear in my gaze as I arch a brow at him. He just waves his hand in a way saying, 'just open it'. So I do.

I flip the binder open, and my mouth falls open in an instant. The first page containing pictures of me and Matt, at least 9 years old, holding hands while I'm in the dress I wore to my mom and stepdads wedding, him in a red flannel, smiles on our faces, and chocolate.

"Oh. My. God. No way." I whisper to myself as I look back to Matt, grinning back at him before looking back down to the binder.

The page also has more pictures of us over the years. One picture I recognize all too well. A picture of me in a black hoodie, over-done eyeliner under my eyes and side swept bangs and instantly cringe at the memory of my embarrassing middle school years before flipping the page to see more pictures.

The picture that sticks out the most, is the picture of me and Matt at prom. Him in his peach pink button up, and my matching dress. I loved prom night.

"Wait what?!" Nick moves to my side with a hand on my shoulder as he looks at the pictures.

"Oh my god! This is that thing mom made for you and Matt when we were kids!"

"Yeah!"

Suddenly everyone gathers around the table, even Matt moving to my side with a hand resting on the small of my back as he looks at it with me.

"Oh my god! I remember this day!" I point to a picture of me and Matt in, I want to say 9th grade, maybe 8th, and we were passed out on each other, not a care in the world.

"That's the day I had my first soccer game. I was so exhausted."

"Yeah, and Matt was so exhausted from cheering you on." My mom and Marylou fist bump and giggle to themselves.

"What can I say? I love supporting my girl." Matt shrugs one shoulder as he uses his free hand to point to a picture of me in our senior year, laying on the beach with my way to floppy straw hat and stripped bathing suit like I was in 2015 again.

"Oh my god no. Not that photo." I make a face at the photo before I flip the page and am greeted with a whole collage of me and my dog, Raul.

I tear up at the photos, seeing as he passed away in the recent year.

"Matt." I turn my head to my boyfriend next to me and smile softly.

I've had that dog since I was maybe 7. So, not having him here for my 18th birthday is pretty sad. But the fact that he's in here, warms my heart.

He just kisses my forehead and gives my hip a reassuring squeeze as I return back to the photos.

"Oh my god! This is the day we got him!" I point to a photo of little seven-year-old me holding the oh so tiny Raul, which is ironically next to a photo of 15-year-old me with a much, much bigger Raul on my lap.

I flip the page again and Nick points to a photo of me, my brother, Matt, Nick, Chris, and Nate in skates, all in different jerseys, with large smiles and our thumbs up. Based on the color of my hair, we were maybe 13 or 14.

"That day was so much fun." Chris points out as he rubs one of my shoulders as small tears roll down my cheeks.

"It was." I smile before flipping the page again, and I feel like a train of memories hit me.

It a page dedicated to my dad, who passed away in 2020. I sniffle and wipe my cheeks before fully looking at each photo.

One is a photo of when I was maybe 5 and we were at his aunt's house in Colorado, with my brother, him, and his aunt. It still hurts to think about his death sometimes. He may not have had a really active role in mine or my brother's lives, but I still loved him. He really tried to make an effort. Even talked about moving closer to us to be more included in our lives. I mean, I get it. He was in the navy and moved around a lot.

I smile softly at a photo of my in his navy suit, although it swallowed me whole. Then there's a photo of me sitting on one of his knees and Matt on the other while Chris Nick and Nate are sitting on the floor with my brother, all of us intently focused on whatever he was reading us.

I flip the page and it's got a little piece of paper with the words 'Y/N bakes!' written on it, in Matt's handwriting.

The first photo I see is me with a large chef's hat and apron on, my hair in two little braids and a full toothy grin, one of my buck teeth missing, as I stir what looks to be batter, but there's flour everywhere. Even a handprint on my cheek I remember Chris put there.

"Oh my god!" I squeal quietly as I study the other photos of me baking various desserts. Always covered in flour.

"You were always the best little baker." I raise my eyebrows at my mom's comment.

"Still am." I point a finger at her and flip the page again, this page filled with my different Halloween costumes.

"That's the year we all went as different Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!" I point to a picture of me and Nick standing next to each other, dressed as Leo and Raph.

"Yeah, and I had to go as Master Splinter." Nate then points to a photo of me Nate and Chris standing together in a weird pose, mainly pointing at himself in a rat costume.

"But you made an amazing Master Splinter!" Nick whines.

"Are you secretly calling me short?!"

"What! No! Never!"

"Uh huh, sure."

I roll my eyes and go back to looking at the photos, my Corpse Bride costume catching my eye.

It's me as Emily, and Matt as Victor, our arms linked and a bouquet of wilted, white spraypainted roses in my hand. That was last year's costume, and we won first place in a costume contest.

Matt flips the page this time, and it's a plethora of photos of me and him, in random cuddling positions, every photo we are fast asleep.

"Who took these?!" My head snaps up as I nail everybody standing at the table with narrowed and squinted eyes, Nick whistling and looking around, totally not guilty at all.

"Nick?" I arch a brow and he just laughs and shakes his head.

"What? Y'all were just too cute."

I roll my eyes and look at all the photos. I remember being insanely comfortable in each and every one of them.

I flip the page to the last page that has more pictures of me and the whole group, including Madi who I met last year, and Tril. All of us fucking around and being dumb teenagers.

And the back of the last page has a letter in it.

To the light of my life, I'm so glad I met you so early on in my life, and I love the fact that you've put up with me for so long as well. I love you so much, and I can't imagine my life without you. I hope you never stop being yourself, and that you keep spreading your light everywhere you go and to everyone you meet. I feel like everyone should have a Y/N in their lives, you make everyone around you so happy, you make them feel included and like they matter and I thought I couldn't love you more. I know you're probably thinking, 'Matt, why'd you keep this?' or 'How did you find it?' Mom kept it safe, and she gave it to me in sophomore year and I kind of scrap booked it and just cut out photos of you and all of us and just kept adding to it as time went on. And I'm so glad I did. Happy 18th birthday my love, I'll love you, always and forever. Sincerely yours, Matthew.

My eyes soften and I turn my whole body to face Matt, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him tightly, laughing tearfully.

"I love you too. So much."

He wraps his arms around me, his grip on me just as tight as mine as he presses a kiss to my temple.

We pull back after a minute or two and I wipe my face with a sigh and a sniff as I close the binder.

"Alright, can this next present liven the mood? I don't want to cry anymore."

I grab another bag and take the tissue paper out only to be greeted by a familiar shirt and a piece of wood on it. I refrain from nailing my mother with a look as I take the wood block out of the bag and read the words.

'Y/N'. It's just my name. But I vividly remember watching my grandfather make this as a kid. Meaning that the shirt is my granddads favorite shirt, that I loved just as much as he did.

I grab the shirt from the bag and have to hold back more tears.

"Mom." I let out in a strained voice, sniffling and wiping my nose.

She walks to me and envelopes me in a hug as I tearfully laugh in her arms.

She pulls away and I slip the shirt on over my dress and continue to open my presents, enjoying this evening with my closest friends and family.

At the end of the night, I ended up in the arms of the guy I love most, talking about the evening.

"My favorite part was when you opened the binder. You looked so happy to see those pictures." Matt speaks as he runs his hand through my hair.

"I was. And I am. I'm so happy you kept it. Even if it was just a silly little thing from when we were nine." I smile at the fond memory of the day we got 'married'.

"Do you think we'll actually get married one day?" I look up to his eyes as he smile and nods.

"Of course I do. Like I said, I don't think I could imagine my life without you. Being your husband would bring me nothing but happiness. I just want to be with you. No matter what."

I smile at his words and lean up from my spot on his chest and press our lips together.

"I love you Matt."

"I love you Y/N."

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"That was literally the best night, and day, of my life."

"It was fun. The party was good."

"I think the food was the best thing." I roll my eyes. Because only Chris could say something like that.

"Of course you did Chris." Matt reaches back and holds my hand, sliding his thumb over my knuckles in a soothing way, looking at me through the rearview mirror.

"Alright, I think we're going to end this video here; I don't think I can handle any more of this." Chris waves his hand to where mine and Matt's hands are conjoined on the center console.

"Hey! Don't say that! I think it's adorable! Gives me hope for love."

"Thank you, Nick." I giggle out as Matt grabs the camera with his free hand and gives a close up of Chris's forehead before screaming into it, sending us all into fits of laughter.

After that, we finish our forgotten food that we didn't while we were explaining and reminiscing about my 18th birthday, and then we head back to their house.

Once we do, we all separate our different ways Nick to his room to edit, Chris to his to sleep probably, and me and Matt to his.

I walk into his room and go to sit on the bed, but hands around my waist turning me keep me from doing so.

Matt turns my body to his and envelops me in what might be the best kiss we've ever shared. It's long enough for our lips to turn red but short enough that we're not panting for breath when we pull apart.

" 'I'll love you, always and forever'." He mumbles while his lips are still pressed to mine, making me smile.

"I'll always love you too."

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A Little Something….

Update + Snippet

Greetings my little devils. Thank you, as always, for being so persistent in your patience with me! I’m hitting quite the writer’s block as I start the transition between DEMI DEMON and a new Alastor x Reader story.

It’s a late Spring cleaning for us! Expect pinned posts to be rewritten, new pinned ones to come out (super excited about some of these), and a few polls about the current or new story.

Part 15: boiling blood is half written and boy is it spicy 🌶️ I’ll update you when I’m close to posting it

As a little gift for your patience, here’s a snippet I wrote awhile back. It was the first part of a random story I had and the inspiration came from these images (at the bottom) on Pinterest - my unhealthy addiction

Enjoy!

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My hands gripped the edges of the stone sink as I sucked in a shaky breath. My legs were ready to give out at any moment. My recent patient nearly died and it had taken nearly all my energy to bring him back from the land of the dead. He was a fighter and his memories alone were enough of suck the very life out of my lungs; memories that were familiar to me.

I splashed my face with the ice cold water before I could trail down that dark path. My bones ached, a migraine pressed at the front of my head, and my throat was horribly dry. I gulped down several mouthfuls of water before looking at myself in the mirror.

My eyes were red and chronic dark circles under my eyes dragged my skin down. I looked half dead, which to be fair, wasn't really far from the truth. I grabbed the small towel and dried my face. I kept it pressed against my eyes, enjoying the only clean and sand-free thing I owned.

When I looked back in the mirror, hoping to see a slight improvement in my features, I noticed a dark figure in the doorway.

I spun, hand extended. A silver blade flew from my sleeve and buried its tip in the stone. I instantly recognized the tall ears, skinny cane, and red coat. His lips pulled back to reveal a yellow-teeth smile. His head remained still as his eyes glanced over at the knife a few inches from his face.

"Was that out of respect or inaccuracy?" he asked.

"What do you think?" I lowered my hand and took two steps back.

"Good to see you haven't lost your touch." His sharp claws tapped his cane one at a time. He brought a hand up to examine the knife still buried three-quarters of the way in the stone. He recognized the art of the handle. "Or my gift."

"Weapons aren't allowed in this settlement," I justified. "It's the only one I have." I mentally kicked myself. I had just admitted to being defenseless.

He grabbed the handle and pried it out of the wall with one swift pull. He examined the blade in his hand, glancing up to look at me briefly through his red hair. Had it gotten darker? "Come, dear," he curled the knife in his hand and turned away, "we have much to discuss."

I clenched my hands into fists at my side. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

"We're not going anywhere," he said over his shoulder so nonchalantly, "but it's rude not to entertain a guest. Especially at such a late hour." I followed to the entrance of my room and watched him lean against the wall closest to the stove. "You remember how I like my coffee."

"At such a late hour?" I mocked, taking only a few steps from my room.

"I have business to attend to at the Hive. Traveling at all hours of the day gets us there sooner." His eyes glanced briefly at the stove as an incentive.

I swallowed on nothing. "I'm not going to entertain you after you nearly killed me and Creo when we escaped." The memory of my brother and I trying to make our escape had always burned in the back of my mind.

Alastor gave a fake gasp, still sporting his stupid smile, and put a hand on his chest. "I did not try to kill you..." His smile molded into a smirk. "That was the attempt before your successful one."

"We almost died on that cliff!" I took a daring step forward.

He shrugged and put both hands on his cane, swiveling it around in front of him. He cocked his head to the side. "It did what I wanted. You broke your foot and couldn't attempt it again for weeks."

My voice dropped an octave. "You did more than just break my foot while I was stuck with you."

"May we have this conversation over coffee? I am so very tired and we have much to discuss." He lifted the knife from his cane and spun it once in his fingers, eyes glancing sideways at me. I knew what he was implying.

I pulled in a deep breath then I crossed the room to start the coffee. The embers in the stove were enough for the dry weeds to catch flame. I closed the metal door and brought out the coffee pot. I dropped the powder in and put it on the stone plate over the fire.

"What do you want?" I asked, turning to lean against the adjacent wall so I could have him in my full sights. My arms crossed my chest protectively.

"Tell me about this life of yours." He gestured to the small cave.

"It's simple and perfect. Wouldn't want to ever leave it."

"Why's that? Surely you're bored here."

My heart was beating in my ears now. "I'm not leaving. And neither is Creo."

"Quit being so defensive, my dear." He pushed off the wall and swung his arms dramatically. "We are merely two acquaintances catching up after a seven year parting."

I couldn't abate the nausea that was creeping into my throat. I was so nervous it was making me sick. "Is that we are?"

"You don't believe so?"

"'I am the master and you the servant. Heed my words carefully,'" I repeated the phrase that had haunted me for years.

"I recall saying that within the first year of you joining me," he sounded unfazed. "Our dynamic changed as the years went on."

"Careful, Alastor," I dared to say his name in such a casual manner, "someone might think we're lovers."

He closed his eyes with a soft chuckle. Being lovers had been insinuated by the warriors after my first two years with him. He had always kept me at his side and put aside time to find ways to enhance my magic or my vision seeking. It had never been anything more than rumors. Eventually they were silenced when Husker, the captain, earned enough credit among the ranks for them to believe him when he said Alastor and I were master and student, not lovers.

When Alastor opened his eyes again they were already looking at me. "I must say, I do enjoy seeing this new you. Not as timid and afraid as you once were." It took him three steps to cross the small kitchen and stand an inch from me. He towered above me like he always had, making me shrink under his daunting shadow.

"W-well, I've grown," I replied. "Seven years can do a lot for someone." I leaned against the poorly melded counter, nails scraping the stone on either side of my hip. His familiar, overpowering scent of smoke and incest filled my nose. It made the world kilter to one side.

"Indeed it does. Perhaps you will hear me out then." He leaned down so our faces were inches apart. My back was hurting from bending it so far over the counter in an attempt to keep the distance. I casted my eyes down at my hands on the edge of the counter, at my shirt, at anything other than him.

A blade snapped up in my vision. I let out a gasp as the edge barely caught my nose. Cold claws grabbed my wrist and wrenched it off the counter. His red, beady eyes stared back at me, focusing less on the knife and more on my eyes. It was hard to breathe.

The knife dropped into the palm of my hand and I flinched. My eyes darted down to the weapon as he gradually moved closer, red hair brushing against my cheek. What was he going to do? I've seen him rip someone's ear off before. Nothing but red filled my vision as he pressed me further into the counter. His breath was hot on my ear.

"The coffee is boiling."

He abruptly straightened up and took a single step back. I sucked in fresh air, eyes jumping from him to the kettle. The sight of the brown liquid spilling on the hot stone pulled me out of my daze. I grabbed the pot and put it on a single plate full of cold sand to keep it from toppling over. I slipped the knife into my sleeve holster and brushed past him to grab a mug, careful not to actually touch him. I drew in another deep breath.

The kitchenware was stored in a cabinet further from the stove, also dug into the rock. We had only two mugs - for two people. They were probably the finest, straightest thing we owned. They were a cool, maroon color and had a wide base.

I grabbed the two mugs and poured a full cup in one and half in the other. I made sure to use the non-chipped mug for him. When I turned to hand it to him, he had already seated himself at the living room table. His legs were folded neatly under him and his staff resting not too far. I hated when he moved silently - it was unsettling.

Biting the inside of my lip, I passed over to the carpeted area and placed the mug in front of him. His eyes examined the simple mug before bringing it to his lips, taking a long inhale of the steam. His eyes flicked up to mine as I pretended to take a sip of my own cup.

"Your taste in coffee has sweetened," he remarked into the mug, finally tasting it.

"Creo doesn't like the dark brand you drink."

"But you do."

"Not anymore." I placed the warm mug on the table and leaned on my elbows. I pressed my hands against the hog mug in an effort to keep myself from fidgeting.

"Your elbows, dear," he corrected.

I had half the mind to ignore him but the last thing I needed was to give him a reason to be angry or annoyed. The uneasy feeling in my stomach grew as I pulled my elbows off the table and tapped a finger against the clay cup.

"Why are you here?"

"I told you," he glanced at me briefly over the rim of the mug, "I have an audience with Lucifer in the Hive."

"No. Why are you here? It's not like you to be away from the front lines and when you do you're quick to get back. So why bother stopping in a small, unimportant village?"

His smile quirked to the side. He placed the mug down, using his pinky finger to keep it from hitting the table too hard, mostly out of sheer habit since the table was covered in rugs and wool.

"Perceptive, as always." He placed his hands in his lap, back straight and manners reigned in perfectly. "Well, my dear, I had a vision of this very conversation. I planned my route to the Hive and stopped only at the nearest villages that I knew had their residents living in stone."

A vision. How developed was that skill, now? He had them quite often when I was with him but now it's been seven years. Surely he developed that skill exponentially. Is that why he hadn't flinched when I threw my knife?

"Most villages live in stone," I said, unsure of what to say.

"Not anymore, my dear. They have no need to be with the Humans securely behind Sharptooth's pass."

"Then why look for me? Why waste your time going to villages to find me? Surely you've already found a replacement healer for your army. That wouldn't be very smart of you if you hadn't."

"Indeed I did." He lifted the mug to drink again. He must be pretty tired if he's drinking sweet coffee.

"So then why are you here talking to me?" I asked again. He took his time, eyes closed as he drank the thick coffee, and let the silence hold over our heads. I could remember how uncomfortable it once made me when he created prolonged silence. I felt it creeping back into my bones, struggling to shove it down and stare at him until he was ready to speak again.

Finally he lowered the mug. His claws stayed wrapped around the handle as he placed it on the table. "I had not intended for you to stay away for so long. My spy's past caught up to him and died on his mission to follow you. I intend to bring you back."

There it is. I knew what he wanted but hearing him say it still hit me like a train. My hands pressed into the mug so hard that I worried it might crack and shatter. Fear gripped my shoulders and held my spine in place. His eyes stayed firmly locked with mine as I struggled to find my words. I had to pry my eyes away from his and stare down at the dark liquid.

But did he say...

He had let me stay away? Did that mean he had let me escape on purpose? How long was he planning to let me try to make a life on my own before roping me back in? Who had been the spy?

"I will not be going back with you," I said slowly. It felt like I was standing in the center of a metal rabbit trap, the claws ready to snap up and decapitate me. "I fought tooth and nail for this life, for Creo. You won't take it from us."

He let out a sigh, his smile still pressed in his cheeks. "Is it really one you wish to risk your safety, your brother's safety, over?"

"Yes."

"Why?" He tilted his head so his ears waved. He lifted the mug to his lips again, eyes never once leaving mine. He sounded genuinely interested in my answer.

My palms turned up to the ceiling, mouth moving but no words coming out. How could he be serious? My life was hell with him and his army. He knew how to twist my thoughts around so I went the other route. "Creo's life isn't being threatened. He's not at risk for dying from a Human attack. And he's not being influenced by the tough, respect-less army lifestyle.”

"You view it as respect-less?" He sounded surprised, curious even, at the term.

"Among each other," I revised, "I don't want him adopting their behavior." My back was starting to hurt.

"He is not six years old anymore," he lowered the mug just enough to say his part, "he's now, what, fourteen?”

"Sixteen," I answered. "Still an impressionable age."

"Most people his age have their occupation or are married. It appears he has found his occupation." He glanced around at the various gadgets and inventions littering the place.

"He's finishing his childhood since he didn't have one."

"He's a man, my dear, no longer a boy."

"My answer is no. We are not coming with you."

He placed the mug down. "Then leave him. I only need you."

"We don't separate."

He broke his manners by placing his elbow on the table and leaning his chin on the back of his hand.  "You realize you are the one who makes these things difficult? I am not to blame anymore."

"We are not going with you," I punctuated each word. "You will have to drag me by my teeth." Even as I said it, I wish I hadn't. I knew he would do it if it came to that. He wasn't above anything.

"How unfortunate." He grabbed his staff and stood. I was faster, on my feet in an instant and ready for him to do something dangerous. "You've lost your good manners in my absence."

He looked to the front door as two men burst through it, dragging Creo's hissing form. They were dressed in red and both held a struggling arm. One of them had a tight grip on the back of his neck. Creo dug his feet into the ground and tried to wrench himself free.

The men forced him onto his knees and the one man pulled on his hair so he was forced to look up at Alastor. The Demon took a single stride to stand above him. "My my, you've grown quite a lot," he crossed his arms and leaned heavily on his red cane, "You were barely past my knees last I saw you. Do you remember me?"

"Should I?" Creo hissed when the man pulled tighter on his hair.

"Indeed. That burn mark on the back of your neck is my crest." He reached a single claw around to press on the spot under his long hair. Creo's eyes fell to me. "You belong to me."

"He doesn't know how to fight like your warriors," I said, voice echoing too loudly off the walls. Alastor straightened up and turned his head just enough to look at me out the corner of his eye. "He has no use for your army."

"No use? I see a bright mind eager to explore his skills and limitations." He looked at the random metal objects and inventions lying around the cave. "I could easily provide materials and guidance to a gifted inventor."

"Neither of us are going with you." It didn't sound as firm as I wanted.

His eyes found mine. "I am gracing you with one more opportunity, meerkat," he used the condescending nickname. "Return with me willingly and I ensure Creo stays out of my ranks and out of harm's way. If I have to...drag you back by your teeth...he will remain on the front lines." He leaned his cane sideways and watched, waited, for my answer.

Why hadn't I received a vision about this? I had lost touch with that skill since leaving Alastor but surely my mind would've predicted this? Would've saved me? Yet I had no vision. I was standing before Alastor and about to determine how my life, and Creo's, would go. Why could I never keep either of us safe? Why was it so hard to keep our lives secure? To give us a normal life?

Alastor was uprooting us. We had found a place to let our roots grow but he was pulling us up as if the soil had been sand this whole time. He was taking us away from a shady, moist area and placing us in a plant pot in the middle of the desert.

I didn't know how to feel. I was at a complete loss. My heart felt like it had been wrenched out. I had believed wholeheartedly that I had managed to evade him, to finally outsmart him and hide away. Our city was far from the front lines and he had no reason to be so far back into Duner territory. It was thanks to his audience with the King that he had found me.

"What do you say, my dear?" He stepped closer and the sound of his cane tapping the stone sounded like a key locking the cage door.

There was no debate. Alastor had spent half his life fighting, meaning I wouldn't be able to beat him in a one on one fight. Even if I had a chance, I didn't want to bank Creo's safety on it. If I fought Alastor and lost, he would put Creo on the front lines. I may never see him again. I lowered my head, staring at the tip of his black boots.

"Okay."

"What was that?" He took another step forward. It felt like the corners of the room were darkening.

"I will go with you."

He stepped closer still, claw coming up to push my chin up. His red face was clouding my entire vision and his canine teeth poked out of his lips in an ugly smirk.

"Willingly?" he pressed.

"Yes," I clenched my teeth in a snarl but it was far from one. He raised his eyebrows and examined my face with half lidded, knowing eyes. My lips closed over my teeth. "Yes, Alastor."

He hummed in satisfaction. "Come dear, show me that lovely smile. You know you're never fully dressed without one!"

[inq-tav]

Mother Superior’s Final Attempt (One-Shot)

Oneshot Description: Mother Superior is desperate to get “god’s favorite princess” back into Shar’s clutches

authors note: This is my first attempt of a oneshot, please be kind if your going to comment any feedback, I am a human just like you. Im just looking to improve my writing skills and have fun!

-This is a long one, let me know if you want me to keep writing other one shots of my Paladin Artemis and Shadowheart. Here you go @iomlangealai

Shadowheart’s POV

May our mother bathe us in her light. For I am a child of the Moon, ever glistening and ever in awe of her glory. Moonmaiden, I ask that you watch over us all, watch over my lover Artemis and may-

My prayer is interrupted by a cold, insistent nose poking my arm. I look up and I see Scratch holding his ball, hoping that I will play with him. Smiling, I take it from him mouth and I throw it across the camp, happily he goes and retrieves it. On his way back a whistle interrupts the air, it sounds like my love’s whistle. “Scratch, she’s praying, leave the pretty woman be,” Artemis chides gently as she makes her way over to me, she has replaced her usual armour for her camp clothing, she looks positively light and carefree, even if it is only momentary. I smile up at her as I move to stand, she helps me up, ever the gentleman, “Why help lover,” I greet, smiling, I give her a peck. “Hello yourself my darling. I have our bedrolls all ready for bed, the camp chores are done, and the dishes are washed, all that's left is for me to steal you away from this ladykiller.” She says teasingly to Scratch who just gives a gentle bark. I laugh, “Well perhaps you should just whisk me away before someone else does,” I tease and she just gives me a fake gasp of shock, I circle around her and I hug her from behind, resting my face on her warm back. I feel her relax, “C’mon love, lets get some rest, we need all the rest we can get before we infiltrate the Cloister.” I whisper, gently taking her hand and guiding us to out bedrolls. Once we climb inside our shared bed, I wriggle into Artemis’s strong arms, and fall into a quick easy sleep.

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Loud noises cloud my hearing; it wakes my brain up but my eyelids are as heavy as metal and I smell the uncanny stench of smoke and sulphur. Metal clashing on metal makes my ears ring, I cannot move. I cannot feel the warmth of my lover. Any control if my limbs is out of reach; distant. I feel like a thought, light and afloat; a mere breeze could whisk me away. But there’s nothing light about this, and for this I am sure. An agonized scream of a woman rips through the air as the sound of metal clashes against something; it sounds like Artemis, and panic sets in, but here I am still, trapped in my own dark space of thoughts, without sight and without body. I feel the breeze on my face and the rhythmic feel of a gallop, I must be leaving camp. But these thoughts are almost gone for good, for the sounds around me blur into a flatline of nothing.

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The jolt of cold water splashing on me is what wakes me up; the dim light of candles invades my pupils as they struggle to adjust, my mind racing as the water sends every nerve to awaken because of its frigidity. I cannot move again, but slowly I realize that I am starfished on a wooden table that’s slanted upwards so I can see the whole room, my arms being held down by leather straps. In a flash I recognize this room, I used to use this very method. A sinking feeling settles in the pit of my stomach, I was taken. I was taken just like when I was a child. The memory of the sounds I heard before.. they invade my memories. Instantly, a face comes into view, a masked face I used to love and look up to, but now I look upon Her with resentment: Mother Superior. “God’s favorite princess awakens,” She says, voice low and scarily calm. “You, you took me!” I say angrily, struggling against my bonds. She makes her way to the table I am strapped to, taking her time as her eyes rake over me. She takes an extra second to look at my white hair. She tsks, “My my child, I must admit I am a little in awe. It is rare to see gods fight over a mere mortal, but here we are. A mortal who Shar and Selûne bicker and play tug of war with, a mortal who betrayed a god just to go to the sister. I wonder what makes you so special.” She says a hint of jealousy in her voice, circling the table like a predator toying with its prey. I writhe against my shackles, to no avail. “I know who you are, Viconia DeVir. You don’t hold any power over me anymore.” I say as I watch her freeze, she takes off her mask and I see her face for the first time in a long time. “You remember, no doubt the Moonmaiden’s daughter told you my true identity.” She says with disgust, I just shake my head, “Noblestalk. And I am starting to piece together my past. The Moonmaiden has helped me, loves me, better than Shar ever did,” I say angrily, “You stole forty years of my life, but no more. I am no longer craving your acceptance, you can keep your Dark Lady, your secrets, but this life is mine!” I continue, watching her look uninterested in my words, it makes me angry, livid even. “They’ll kill you; the entire camp knows you’ve taken me. Artemis especially, she’s killed two of the Chosen of the Dead

Three, she’s killed a devil in his own home. And now you’ve taken me, you must really want to die,” I threaten, narrowing my eyes at her, she just simply smiles, “My child, don’t you know who I am? I can manipulate memories in my own accord; I can make you forget her. Fear her. Hate her.” That makes my face drop and my skin crawl, “With a simple chant of 5 words I can change all of that in an instant, I already did it once with your fear of wolves, I made you fear your own father. What makes you think I won’t do it again here? It’d be most fun watching them struggle to get you, only for you to not know who they are, to hate them, maybe I’ll make you love someone else. Then how would your dear little Artemis feel?” She taunts, the sinking feeling in my stomach rises to my throat, “After all, how do you know if she’s still alive?” She says, getting dangerously close to my face and I think back to that scream I heard in my brain fog, I struggle against my binding again. “What did you do to her!” I scream, enraged as I watch her lean back and laugh.

I am about to speak again, but shouting is heard distantly and the door slams open, one of Viconia’s Lieutenant’s barges in “Mother Superior, pardon the intrusion.. They’re here.” He says before running back out, and instantly I know who he is talking about. A loud sound, similar to thunder crashes down and roars in the main chamber, its a little ways away so I am shocked that it was still so loud even in here. “I told you, I was not bluffing. You are about to feel the wrath of everyone you had attacked in my camp,” I say smugly, watching her face grow red with anger. “You insolent child! I have had enough, you could’ve been perfect. Shar said you were the one to surpass even me! But you have turned your back on us,” She says, slapping me in the face so hard it leaves me dazed, I groan. “You had one job! It was to retrieve the artefact,” Another slap, it makes my eyes water and nose bleed, “And you don’t even have it!” She yells, looming over me with a dagger, “I do have it, I’ve hidden it. I hide it every night, you’ll never find it!” I yell in protest as she drags the knife tauntingly down my arms, lightly piercing the skin, I wince. That’s a lie, I don’t hide it as well as I should, but doesn’t need to know that Scratch sleeps curled around it. “Prepare to get your memories wiped again, and this time, you’re going to forget that annoyance of a woman you seem to love so much, your going to forget everything,” She says, chanting the words and her eyes glow, I writhe against my restraints and as she is about to touch my head to wipe my memories away once again, she’s hit in the back with a glaive I’ve spent the past few months cleaning and polishing; its Artemis. Well, its everyone. Everyone is here to save me. Through the chaos I see my shining paladin of vengeance, smiting Viconia with a fiendish and enraged look in her eyes I’ve never seen before. The others stand guard and watch, some in horror and some enthralled to see Artemis wreak havoc upon Viconia. Scarily, Artemis’ glaive glows with a moonbean and she is seconds away from smiting Viconia one final time, but its Aylin that holds her back from killing Viconia completely, “The Moonmaiden will claim her, and have her to rot for centuries on end. Go to your beloved,” She says in her usual ‘Aylin’ way, tears start to fall, the adrenaline of not knowing if I was going to live or die wearing off, and in an instant I am surrounded by Artemis, she hurriedly unshackles me and pulls me right into her embrace. “Oh my darling, are you alright? Are you hurt? Your lover is here, your safe with me again,” She says, holding me tight and scanning my body for serious injuries. I look at her, look at everyone, their faces scared for me, even Lae’zel. I sniffle, overwhelmed by it all, I cover my face and try to calm down. Artemis just hold me, but one by one my companions.. my family, move to comfort me. “You are safe once more my cub, you will now not be allowed out of my sights for long,” Jaheira says as she passes by, squeezing my shoulder, I look up and smile, “Jaheira is right, Boo and I will continue to grab evil by the buttocks for you!” Minsc says, earning a squeak from Boo, I give a watery laugh and wipe my tears away, “You are my fellow soldier, my friend, I would search Avernus for you,” Karlach adds, earning a hum of approval from Astarion, “These wretches have taken enough from you and I. You helped me kill Cazador, my demons, its about time I help you kill yours.” He smirks, licking his lips from (probably) feasting on their blood. “Astarion is right Shadowheart, you are a formidable ally, we would be foolish to let you get gutted.” Lae’zel speaks, earning a genuine smile from me. She just raises an eyebrow and dismisses me with her hand but I see a hint of a smile. Wyll and Gale nod, both casting healing spells on me, after they say their own words the whole group mentions that they'll meet us at camp.

All who’s left is Artemis and I, she looks at me anxiously, “I thought..” She begins, tears welling up in her eyes, “I thought I lost you, Shadowheart. I woke up to Viconia and her cultists holding a knife to my throat, my arms down and she drugs you with a paralytic poison. I watched her take you from me. And she almost did, permanently.” She says crying, I hold her face and bring her lips to mine, they taste salty from her tears but I dont care, “I thought I lost you, my brave Artemis, I heard your screams.. I, she said she killed you.” I say softly, tears falling down my own face now, she takes her leather gloved hands and wipes them away, “I almost did, it took 4 men to hold me down as she took you away on horseback. Aylin helped me get free. But one guy really got me good, it left a nasty scar on my chest” She says, shuddering at the memory. I just hug her again, pressing my ear to her beating heart, “She almost made me forget you..” I whisper, closing my eyes and relishing in her embrace. She just tightens her grip on me, “The Moonmaiden would restore your memories, I am sure of it. Aylin and I would never allow that to happen. I would go to the Moon herself and beg her for all eternity.” She says with finality, oh my sweet little paladin. For a little we just stay like this, in each others embrace, silently processing and remembering that the other is okay. Artemis is the first to break the silence, “Come, lets go back to our makeshift home, where we belong.” She says softly, smiling, taking my hand. I beam at her and follow, walking hand in hand in the streets of the lower city. I know that these days ahead will be hard for Artemis and I, after all we have endured. But We will be okay, we have each other to rely one. Once we make it back I am joyously greeted by my friends, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I am home.

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Saudade - Chapter 4

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Mikey x OC, Hanma x OC, Ran x OC, Mikey x OC x Draken Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Warnings: swearing, violence, threats of violence, murder, smoking, sex, consensual sex between teenagers, alcohol, recreational drug use, mention of trafficking, torture, family neglect, mentions of sexual violence. isekai OC. memory loss. unbeta’d **warnings are not exhaustive**Summary: No one seems to realize she doesn’t belong until she finally runs into her “new” brother, Hanagaki Takemichi. Now, hearing his story, Takara makes the choice to help him and hopefully find her way home, but faking it til you make it only lasts so long when you start losing the memories of the life you had before. As Takemichi becomes the only family she’s ever known, how far will she go to protect him?

notes: this is the first time we see the future after Takara's arrival... I loved writing this whole chapter and I hope you enjoy reading it. Please tell me all your thoughts (especially theories on how we got to this future).

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“What are you wearing?” 

She glances over at Akkun who stares at Takemichi like he’s embarrassing to be near. “He’s got a point.”

“What?” Takemichi looks at her in shock. “What do you know? You don’t even have a fashion sense!”

Her mouth drops open. “Well, excuse me for wearing what’s comfortable!” 

“Comfortable? You stole that from our dad!”

“It’s a good shirt!” The shirt in question was a large button-down that she was wearing with leggings. She was sitting at the table, doing her homework for the week as Akkun came to pick up her brother. Apparently, they were going to visit Draken.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Takemichi asks for the third time. He’s been oddly insistent. He seemed guilty and reluctant to let her leave his sight since he discovered the bruise on her face. She figures it’s another item he’s trying to add to his list of things he thinks he’s responsible for. 

She waves him off. “They’re your friends, not mine.” 

“You don’t have any friends.” 

She fakes a gasp, holding a hand to her chest. “Aren’t you supposed to respect your elders?”

“Sure, when I see one.”

“I’m going to wipe that grin off your face. Come here!” She darts up and lunges toward him, determined to wreck his hairstyle. 

“No!” Takemichi runs from her, laughing hysterically as he tries to keep the table in between them. 

Akkun rolls his eyes. 

“I saw that!” She pointed at him. “You’ll be next.”

“I’ll be outside,” he tells Takemichi before running for it. Smart kid. 

Takemichi stops as soon as Akkun is gone and faces her. “Hey, I’ll uh…I’m going to go,” he tells her. “After I see Draken. I did what I wanted so the future should be good. Hina should be safe.” 

Takara pauses. “Oh. Right.” If she’s honest, she forgot about the whole time travelling thing. She forgot that the boy in front of her might change into someone she doesn’t recognize. She kind of hopes it doesn’t work. If he’s gone, then she’s going to be alone again. It’s only the him from the future who somehow knows who she is. 

“You sure you don’t want to come?” 

She presses her fingers together. An old nervous habit her mother drilled out of her when she was a kid. “It’s fine. You’ll see me in the future, right? Twelve years?”

“Yeah.” They both fall silent. “You should have more friends,” he finally says. “Who’s going to protect you when I’m…me?” He frowns at that, seemingly confused at the comparison.

“Who says I need someone to protect me?”

“You nearly got the shit kicked out of you a few days ago!” 

“They got one lucky shot. For three against one, that’s not bad.”

“Three?” His jaw drops and she instantly winces as she realizes what she said. “You said it was just one!”

“I may have…under-exaggerated.” 

“Takara!”

“What? It was fine. I’m fine.”

“This is why you need friends! To back you up with this!”

She rolls her eyes. “Will you stop worrying? We don’t even know if I’ll still be here when you go back to the future. Maybe I’ll just go home.”

He stops, staring at her as though the thought never crossed his mind. “Do you think you will?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “Just look for me in the future. You’ll know then.” 

“Yeah, okay…” he nods, suddenly determined. “I’ll call you as soon as I get back.”

She smiles softly. “Okay. I’ll see you in the future.” He makes more promises, telling her to go make more friends or he’ll send Akkun and the others to drag her out of her seclusion before he finally leaves. Takara lets out a sigh. A couple more hours and she’ll find out if she’ll wake up back home. She looks at the work on the table before deciding to pack it up. There’s no point in doing it if she’s not around. 

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The future.

The first thing Takemichi does when he realizes he’s back working in that video store is check his phone. Naoto’s number isn’t there, but Takara’s is. He lets out a sigh of relief. Honestly, he wasn't sure if she’d be there, but he’s glad she is. Even though she’s a little crazy and anti-social, he finds he likes having her as his sister. Her presence was a huge relief once they got over how weird it was. He didn’t feel like he was completely alone to deal with everything. 

He dials her number. It rings twice before someone answers. 

“Hello?” A soft feminine voice says. 

“Takara?”

“Yeah? Takemichi, why are you calling?”

What? Do they not…why wouldn’t he call his sister? “It’s me. I just got back and wanted to see you.” 

“I’ll call you back.” She hangs up and Takemichi stares at his phone, totally confused. What just happened?

If he’s honest, he forgets about Takara in the wake of seeing Hinata alive and well. He gets lost in the reminder of what his relationship was like and the reveal that he apparently broke up with her. And then…then it all goes to shit. He runs into Hanma outside the bathroom and Akkun crashes into Hina, killing them both. Her death was slow in comparison to his friend’s and he’ll never forget that she used her last bit of energy to save him. 

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Takara finds him the day after Hina’s funeral. 

He doesn’t recognize her at first. She climbs out of an expensive car, wearing a sleek dress and heels. She’s fashionable for the first time he’s ever seen her. She stares at him for a long moment once she’s close before she sits down across from him. 

“I’m sorry,” she tells him softly. 

“What?”

“For Hina. I’m sorry I couldn’t–” she cuts herself off, looking away. 

“What happened to you?” He asks. He hasn’t known Takara for long but the woman sitting across from him is a stranger. 

“You’ve been gone a long time, Take. I’m sure this must be pretty fucked up for you.” There she was. 

“Yeah, it is. What–you were surprised that I called. Do we not talk anymore?”

She smiles but it looks sad. She takes a second to dig in her purse and he stares at her in surprise as he watches her pull out a cigarette and light it. “No,” she finally says once she’s taken a drag. “We’re not close.” 

“But you’re…you’re doing well?” 

She takes another inhale of the cigarette before ignoring the question completely. “I’m glad you’re still alive, Takemichi. I would have killed him otherwise.”

“What? Kill who?”

She tilts her head as she smiles at him. “Who do you think? The person who ordered your murder.” 

He stares at her. “What?”

“What are you going to do now?” she asks, tapping the ash off the cigarette. 

“Naoto and I are going to see Draken.”

Her gaze sharpens and she turns towards him. It’s the first real expression he’s seen on her this whole time. “You can get in to see him?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Let me come.”

“What?”

“Please, Take. Let me come with you.”

He frowns, totally confused. “To see Draken? You’re not even friends.”

She laughs slightly. “Things change in twelve years.”

“Okay, sure,” he nods. “I’ll call you when we’re going.” He’ll bring her, if only so he can spend more time with her and figure out what the hell is going on. 

“Thank you.” 

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Her heels clack with every step. 

She shouldn’t be here. Even with her brother at her side, she knows she’s being monitored and someone is going to be pissed that she’s here. She doesn’t know what will anger them more. The cop at her brother’s side or the fact she’s coming to see Draken. She needs to though. She hasn’t been allowed to see him since…since he was arrested. Since everything went to shit. 

Both the men motion for her to sit while they wait for Ryuguji to arrive. She sets her purse on the table before her and crosses her ankles while she waits. She knows she’s a stranger to her brother, but it’s fine. He’s been a stranger to her since the last time they spoke about his plans. 

Ken is ushered in by the guards and her heart leaps into her throat at the sight of him. How long has it been? God, he’s so close and yet so far. His eyes widen once he sees her and whatever he was going to say to her brother is lost as they both drink in the sight of each other. He looks well, but the shaved head doesn’t suit him and he shouldn’t be there. They shouldn’t be barred from each other by a plane of plastic glass. Her eyes burn with tears. 

“What are you doing here?” he demands, ignoring the men and focusing on her. “What the fuck are you doing, Takara?”

“I know, I’m sorry,” she carefully wipes under her eyes, trying to keep the tears from falling and ruining her makeup. “I just…Takemichi got permission to see you and I–I had to.”

He ignores her, looking at the men behind her. “What the fuck did you do? You gotta death wish and you have to drag her into it too?”

“She asked,” Naoto says calmly.

Draken looks at her brother. “They find out she’s here, that you brought her with a cop? You better fucking leave the country and take her with you. He probably already fucking knows. Shit!” 

“It’s fine,” she says, trying to placate him. “I can…I can handle him.”

“Him?” Takemichi asks. “Who?” 

Draken gives her an unimpressed look. “You shouldn’t have to fucking handle him, okay? You shouldn’t–we shouldn’t have gotten you fucking involved. In any of this. Should have left you to become a housewife or some shit.”

She snorts. “You think I’m housewife material?” The look he gives her says exactly what he’s not giving words to. “I just wanted to see you,” she adds softly. “It’s been…” She swallows the growing lump in her throat. “I had to see you before…” she cuts herself off. Before he’s finally executed. 

“I’m sorry to cut in,” Naoto says, “but we don’t have much time and Takemichi has questions.” Her brother is looking between her and Draken like he’s never seen them before. She knows the feeling. Even if the last thing he remembered wasn’t twelve years ago, they haven’t kept in touch. Not like they should have. He was free to go his own way and she…she found herself swept up in the current of the Tokyo Manji gang before she even knew what was happening. 

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She’s a distraction but she knows neither of them cares. Ken answers all of their questions, his eyes continuing to stray to her. It’s so good to see him and yet…it’s so fucking sad at the same time. She was in love with him once and she knows she still loves him, even if it’s not in the same way. Too much time has passed. Too many deeds between each other and she knows he’s never fully gotten over Emma. He never will. 

When Ken is ushered out, she blows him a kiss. It looks cruel but he pretends to grab it all the same and presses it against his chest. Her heart aches knowing that it’ll be the last time she sees him. 

“Thank you,” she says to Naoto again. 

“You’re welcome,” he nods. “You can repay me by coming to the station and telling me what you know of your husband.”

“Husband?” Takemichi interrupts. “You’re married?”

She smiles softly but keeps her eyes on Naoto. “I don’t know what you mean.” He doesn’t look impressed. “May I have a moment with my brother, please?”

Naoto nods again. “You know where to find me if you change your mind.” He walks away, leaving her with Takemichi.

“You’re married? To who?”

She stares at him for a long moment, trying to burn this expression into her memory. “Same man who tried to kill you,” she says. 

“Kisaki?”

She laughs at that. “God no. Hanma.”

Takemichi’s expression falls. “What? Why?”

She pulls out a cigarette, needing the nicotine if she’s going to get through this conversation. “I don’t have long, okay? So just listen.” She lights it and takes a slow inhale. She has as long as this lasts before she’ll have to leave. “Everything I’ve done has been to help you, okay?”

“How–”

“Stop,” she cuts him off. “Listen.” She waits until he falls silent and sees that determined expression on his face. “I knew someone wanted to kill you in the future, so I tried to make sure that didn’t happen. Obviously, I wasn’t completely successful, but I’ll deal with that. Hanma is just part of the means to the end.” That isn’t true. Hanma’s obsession with her just helped get her in place to know more than she should. “You weren’t involved in the Tokyo Manji gang, not really, but I know you. I know you’re going back. I know you’re going to try to fix this, okay? So listen. Make sure to tell my old self everything. Except the Hanma part. I don’t want to know about that and I’m smart enough to avoid it in the first place if I know the rest.” Takemichi didn’t look like he believed that but he didn’t interrupt. “You need to ask yourself this. Why is someone always trying to kill you?”

“Draken said it’s Kisaki’s obsession with Mikey.”

“You’re not that close to Mikey right now. We both know that. So why now? Why is Kisaki still determined, not only to kill you, but Hina? She’s been a factor each time. You need to think about that, okay?” 

Takemichi stares at her as though he’s never seen her before. “What aren’t you saying? Why are you involved with the Tokyo Manji gang? With Hanma?”

“I have to go. I’m sorry, Take. I hope you make it this time. I’ll keep looking out for you, okay? I’ll protect you, so don’t worry. Save everyone else.” She leans forward and brushes a kiss against his cheek. “Goodbye, brother.” 

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She knows it’s coming. She waits, lighting a cigarette and mentally preparing the next steps. This will be the catalyst. She just wonders who’s going to pull it off first. Her or Takemichi

She hears the door open. “I don’t want to play this game,” she says softly. 

He hasn’t moved from where he’s leaning on the door, staring at her. “It’s too late for that.” 

“Yeah,” she taps her cigarette into the tray. “It is, isn’t it?”

“You went to see him.” 

“Yes.” There’s no need to lie. Not when he already knows the truth. 

“Why?”

She sighs and takes another drag. It’s a bad habit she still hasn’t been able to shake. There are worse vices though. “I needed to. I needed to say goodbye.” She looks up at him. “If I had asked, you would have said no.” 

She can see the tick in his jaw, the careful way he’s trying to control the anger that lies under the surface. He knows that she’s always been closest to Draken and he’s hated it since he met her. She’s been a pawn in this game long enough to know how each of them works. 

Draken will always sacrifice himself for Mikey. Hanma will always covet what was someone else’s. Kisaki will always be ten steps ahead. And Takara? She’s been along for the ride since she woke up here. 

“And did you?”

“Say goodbye? Yes.”

He moves forward and she watches as he pours himself a drink. He comes to the table, setting his glass down before winding his fingers in her hair and yanking her head back to look at him. She meets his eyes.

“You shouldn’t have gone.” He grips her jaw with his other hand, fingers pressing into her skin. He’ll leave bruises if he’s not careful. 

“I know.”

“Tetta’s going to be pissed.”

“When isn’t he?” 

He grins at that, always amused at her attitude no matter where it’s directed. He leans down, pressing his mouth to hers. The kiss deepens instantly and she’s reminded of everything she’s done to get to this point. The fingers on her jaw soften, stroking the skin gently as if he could erase the lingering feeling.

“Come to bed,” he orders. 

“After. Let me finish this,” she motions to her cigarette. “Drink your drink and then we can go. I owe you that much.” 

He slams back the drink quickly. No matter how many times they’ve slept together, he’s always desperate for more. She knows he wants to burn the memory of Ken from her skin. Especially now. She stubs out the cigarette and smiles. Takara holds out her hand, waving her fingers lightly. Shuji leans down, kissing the tips before he takes her hand and pulls her to her feet. Even in heels, she doesn’t come close to his height. 

“I’m sorry,” she says softly. It’s the truth. For all of his obsession, Shuji has been good to her. Most of the time. He’s kept her safe, even if it meant giving in to his demands. His arms wrap around her, pulling her in and holding her against him. 

“I know,” he says, kissing the top of her head. If only he knew what she was apologizing for. She steps back and lets him lead her upstairs. They get halfway before his balance slips. She darts out of the way, watching as he falls backward. The fall injures him but it’ll be the poison that kills him. She stares down at him and when his eyes meet hers, even with that furious expression on his face, she smiles softly. 

“You tried to kill my brother. What did you expect?” 

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i have to tell the truth

I’m A Famous Teen Actress, I Do What I Want

Ellie The Hacker

I'm Being Bullied By The People Who Adopted Me, What Happens Next Is Shocking

The Story I Wrote Became My Life

I'm Salish Matter And This Is My Story

My Sister Has The Only Thing I Want In Life

I Paid My Best Friend GF To Fake Date Me

I Lost All My Money So My Bestie Made Me Her Maid

My Stepdaughter Hates Me

We’re a Celebrity Family & We Have NO Privacy

I ruined my $1,000 Louis Vuitton Shirt

I Moved in with my boyfriend at 16

I Bet I Can Make A guy Fall In Love With Me In 14 Days

Billionaire Girls Fight Over Me. I'm a Poor Guy

I made the 3 school billionaire heartthrobs fight over me

i'm Too TALL

[galaxy-of-cats]

Theories About Ruin :)

I've read a lot of people commenting about Ruin, their theories, and opinions on how the DLC ends, I think I may as well make my theories about it. :)

 Prepare yourselves guys, this is going to be long:

So, the basic stuff first, Cassie arrives at FNAF 6 Pizzeria and releases the Anomaly (Mimic, Glitchtrap Afton, whoever really) (I'm going to call it "Anomaly" for now because in The Ultimate Guidebook in the glossary they call it that) Cassie discovers that the message from "Gregory" has a fake trap, Roxy gives her more time and Cassie has to run for her life.

 1: The elevator ending: called by me the "Why Gregory... Why?" ending :(

There are a few things that make me think that the Gregory who guides Cassie to the elevator was not the real Gregory... I'm not going to completely rule out that it was the real Gregory who made that decision because it may as well be, if so, I'd like to recognize Gregory as (depending on your reasons) as the most pragmatic or practical kid I've ever met...doesn't sound like a good thing to me, but anyway. As I was saying, let's go investigate:

Gregory takes us to the elevator by leading us down the dirt tunnel (adding that he has a friend with the plans to the place) tells Cassie to run and all only to have her at the last minute decide or realize that it's dangerous for the anomaly to come out of the Pizzaplex and start tracking him and I guess, his friend. (Vanessa?).

But it's a little curious that right after the Anomaly was released and out of sight that Gregory was able to communicate with Cassie, plus how did Gregory know that Cassie was in the Pizzaplex?

Check the ending guys. When Gregory speaks to her, he almost instantly says "I'm not at the Pizzaplex". Soon after Cassie doubts whether the voice she hears on the radio is the real Gregory, now a good well known test to prove someone's identity, especially if you are friends would be to say something you both know, like an inside joke or some memory (Maybe it doesn't work 100% but it's something), but "Gregory" just says "do you have any other options?" ...doesn't really confirm anything for us, does it?

You could say you can confirm it's Gregory by the subtitles, for example. But the game kept telling us that about the voice coming from the Roxy-Talkie when it really wasn't true, what's to stop the game from fooling us again, we weren't seeing the Anomaly when there's the "Gregory, we also know the Anomaly's influence is stronger underground thanks to Security Breach" dialogue.  The Anomaly managed to send Cassie a message even though she was supposedly trapped underground, what was stopping The Anomaly from controlling a simple elevator with technology that didn't seem new in the place?

Another important point is how on earth could Gregory see where Cassie was in the present moment if he was not in the Pizzaplex? In the tunnel , I mean it’s possible that he knew the way, but he never told Cassie something like "when you get to the first intersection, go right then at another  intersection right again" no no, the supposed Gregory indicates us as if the Roxie-Talkie had a built-in camera, which we don't see.

If we remember, when we encounter the blue antivirus the first time we encounter a parent node "Gregory"(the fake one) knows exactly why Cassie freaked out and tells us to stay away from that thing. The Anomaly knows where we are in the entire Pizzaplex and what we are doing in the present moment, which gives us another point to suspect the Gregory that guides us to the end.

If you want to rely on the books (GGY) you will know that Gregory was possibly controlled by the Anomaly at some point, it may be that when Cassie removed the security system the control was back and that's why Gregory left her there, but I'm not too sure about this for the reasons explained above that the Anomaly could already communicate with the outside.

 Now, following my explanation Gregory is never present in the dlc is he? ...well not exactly.

When you use the mask turn up the sound and pay attention to the sounds, you can often hear a woman laughing, screaming and from time to time at specific times and places a voice gives us advice or tells us things (this voice is not recorded in the subtitles, but it’s understandable) if you have already heard it you will know that this voice...is Gregory's voice.

Gregory's voice with the mask on sounds different, it's not very loud, it sounds like he's talking close, and the voice is somewhat blocked by the mask. As far as I could tell Cassie never reacts to the sounds of the virtual world. But what if they are more important than they seem? This brings us to focus on the second ending....

 2: The Happy Ending (... I mean, is it really a happy ending? Aren't they still in the Pizzaplex?).

In this ending we don't follow "Gregory's" lead and we come across a large cardboard cutout of Fredbear mode the posters we see of the cartoon character, we put on the mask and find ourselves in a place that looks virtual giving us a very pretty sunset with balloons and the whole thing where Vanessa, Helpy and Gregory are standing there smiling, but they all look like cardboard cutouts and it looks obvious it's fake, however, Gregory's voice rings out and says "Cassie! I'm ok. I found a spot to hide"...to finally hear Cassie's agitated (and probably confused) breathing...We have a lot to unpack.

First, if we play along with the game that Gregory is not at the Pizzaplex, why does he have a hiding place, that is not outside?

You can take it as him finding a place for Cassie to hide, but Gregory doesn't say that. He says he found a hiding place and assures Cassie that he's okay...shouldn't he say something to reassure Cassie that there is a safe place for her? ...Gregory seems according to his voice happy to see Cassie...like he hasn't talked to her before... (Plus it seems a lot like a Happiest day for Cassie, don't you think?). (There are balloons for a party or a celebration…you know)

Already in the DLC there are crazy and strange things like being able to pass things like walls and doors with the mask and blocked places, although it's supposed to be only virtual reality, plus in some parts of the Pizzaplex we can see with the mask that Princess Quest's lantern and sword are present. Everything seems to tell us that the digital world and the real world merged somehow in the Pizzaplex. Anyway, while this merging between virtual and real world may be somewhat obvious, we have to analyze what it really means in the world of FNAF.

One of the endings of Security Breach seems to indicate a relationship to Vanessa and Vanny's thing, if an arcade game can be connected a person's consciousness, what prevents in an already merged place, that Cassie has escaped to a virtual hideout (do the endings ending with sunset indicate not a real escape but a simulated one?).

Something that supports the issue of consciousness transferred to a virtual place can be proven in Help Wanted, in Fazbear Entertainment's security notice we are warned that the transfer of consciousness and the manifestation of digital characters in the real world is not the responsibility of the company, indicating us that this kind of things were already possible, and if we know that Security Breach is after Help Wanted, that this technology is present at the time of the game doesn’t seem so hard to believe.

(Another thing that we can see in Help Wanted is the Anomaly's power to copy voices...in the books too, but I say this just in case. On tapes 1 and 15 the girl shows up 2 times with somewhat contradictory messages, plus we know that on one tape the girl says something the Anomaly also says "Hello, can you hear me?").

Arguing that Cassie needed to be connected to something to enter the virtual world, we have the mask and the neural chip that was placed in her when she put the mask on in the first place, so an entrance to the digital world she already has, remembering the sounds of the mask and that technically there may have been more murders at the Pizzaplex, we could explain these sounds and Gregory's voice if Gregory is in a limbo and maybe the others as well (along with how both worlds affect each other).

So in this ending Cassie's consciousness was transferred to the virtual world thanks to the hiding place and she found herself in a sort of limbo with Vanessa and Gregory, maybe I mean, Helpy is there and how could Cassie imagine Vanessa if there was never any indication that she knew her in the first place? Which leaves the questions Vanessa and Gregory were dead with their consciousness hidden in the Pizzaplex and Cassie joined them? Where the heck is Freddy? All are good questions and my answer to them, would be yes; but this is a theory, so who really knows?

 A separate point is the Cassidy theory in Princess Quest, I wouldn't mention it if it weren't for the cut-out at the end, I mean why Fredbear of all characters, why not Glamrock Freddy? This would be a more obvious Gregory reference, if you argue that it's because we're in FNAF 6 pizzeria territory, it might as well have been Rockstar Freddy or something.

We all know that Fredbear and Golden Freddy are among the most mysterious animatronics in FNAF, so the appearance of their character may be a reason to investigate more references or why it is the entrance to the ending.

  3: Scooper 2.0? Yes please.

Where had that machine been all this time, forget about the machine, the place itself, I really have no idea and the same could be said for the aggregates underground in general, but let's get some points to investigate.

Does Cassie survive this ending, the game ends with the Anomaly (at least her physical body) being destroyed or captured by the claw or whatever that thing was, but we don't see if Cassie makes it out Will she be able to use the elevator, did the monster really leave, I mean Gregory says it's free and so on, but it seems he meant the physical body because we know it at least had a way to communicate with the outside (M.X.E.S has its flaws).

Another point if he really left in this ending, shouldn't Gregory say something, that they don't confirm anything is not a good sign either, with Gregory saying, "nice try" or "that didn't work" or maybe "well done, now run that way". If there is no way out at that point it could also have been said by Gregory, didn't Gregory and his friend have the maps of the place, didn't they know about him, couldn't they communicate at that point in the place, Gregory's voice is not heard again in that ending and the villain is held back. I find it a bit odd that the kid who was able to destroy several animatronics didn't have a plan that is...destroy the enemy. Another point for the theory that the real Gregory has nothing to do there, I guess.

One last point I'd like to make is that, if we notice, the blue character chasing us around the virtual world technically was good in a way. The animatronics were attracted to our position and attacked Cassie, but their function was to enclose a bigger evil.... eh little details, right?

 Uff well I think I'm done telling my theories, what are yours? :D

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What happenes if/when allura shiro and lance meet in the shrödinger reality au? Theres do many ways this meeting could go wrong..........

Also shiro having a brother in this au is such an interesting plot point.. Shiro is slowly descending into madness by his memories halucinations and stuffing severed limbs into potted plants pots and kuro is like 'im so glad my brother has a new hobby:) hes been so passionate about gardening recently! I wonder what fertilizer is he using to make them grow this well.. also why is the floor do slippery nowadays'

and the answer turns out to be maybe-propably-not-real severed body parts

The way i see it (and i am basing this on vibes), that they didnt even notice or remembered. The way Lance's Thing works is that he 1) goes usually unnoticed, like pebbles on a road 2) even if you notice him, or talk to him, or he talks to you as long as you are not the one he's targetting (which rarely ever happens) they dont usually 'recognize' him. It is like how some animals dont recognize their own reflection, maybe some people would feel off about him, some people would be curious about him and some people would be able to notice and remember him (like that one doctor) but ultimately they wont be able to pinpoint what exactly is wrong just a constant feeling of wrongness. 3) they usually wont remember him. They might feel like they are forgetting something, or something is missing but usually they will forget about him.

However again the pebbles on road metaphor applies here. If you dont notice him, you just dont notice him, if you had one passing glance, you'll forget about him instantly, if you noticed him, talked to him, examined him, you are more likely to notice some details meaning you would realize that Something is Wrong, meaning you will remember him for a bit longer.

Which is how i feel Lance's first meeting with Shiro and Allura is going to go. They wont notice him, or recognize him, or remember him. I imagine there's some serial killer case both Allura and Shiro got dragged into with Allura was a witness (she was trying to understand wth us going on and trying to understand this world and oh shit that person just attacked someone) and Shiro kinda being a suspect cause he's being odd according to his friends, and Lance who has decided that he can do a better detective job than the cops (and he's 100% right) and also he thinks said serial killer is the one who 'killed' him. They do meet Lance and because they do remember or have dreamt Lance from their vld timeline, they are able to notice something is off about that guy, but they lose track of him and they kinda forget about him but do keep getting this nagging feeling that they forgot something important

Allura and Shiro do not get along at first. Allura who remembers Everything is like "Shiro? Shiro! Shiro it is you!! It's me Allura!! Oh thank voltron and guardian i found you this world is so strange and a total fake" and Shiro who has been trying to suppress his dreams for past few months is like- "Who tf are you??? I dont know who are you or what this voltron is but please stay away from me" (<=lying). And like Allura who was so desperate to have traces of her old life back, started to pretty much like trying to reach out to him (aka pester him). Eventually Allura is able to convince him that, yeah she indeed is both girl in his dreams but also real and Real af, and while he does Not believe her, he is also just so tired of the paranormal bs he is dealing with and if this Weird stalker lady can help him than on god he's taking that help.

And yep (in my mind his brother is Kuron) and while he doesnt show it, he is Very worried about Shiro. He reasons that he is just coping with his accident and dealing with loss of his arm and dream job and the Trauma™ (and technically he isnt wrong) but he can also tell this is something beyond That. However he has decided that he'll give Shiro space, let him come to him on his own, be supportive and strong and smiley for him. But yeah he's glad that Shiro is getting into a new hobbies, even if he is too into it sometimes.

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If He Was Your Fan (A Henry Cavill Fanfic), Chapter 70-Version 2: At The Library (Henry POV)

“Ladies?” I say as soon as I step into our dining area.

She recognizes that voice instantly, and looks up. I smile brightly at her, and her eyes are alight. I told her I would try to join them for high tea. “Henry!”

“Darling,” I purr and bend down to plant a kiss on her cheek. I move around and take the seat next to her. “Sophia, Chiru…this is overdue, I’ve heard so much about you two.”

They giggle like schoolgirls and I watch her shake her head with amusement at their reaction.

“Where have you been?” Chiru asks.

“As you probably know, Witcher 2 is about to come out,” I say with ease. “Work, work, work, work work.” I flash a poster grin, and they look like they’re about to swoon. Her friends are so easy.

“Yeah, we can’t wait!” Sophia says excitedly.

“Your girl here won’t tell us anything,” Chiru says coyly.

“That’s because I don’t really know,” she says, probably again by the look on her face. “I wasn’t on set—”

“Well, not all the time, anyway,” I put in.

“How was your first American Thanksgiving?” Chiru asks.

We both seem to hit the same hesitation to answer.

“It was interesting,” She replies. “meeting my family and all.” She chuckles, albeit a bit nervously.

“Her sister was really something,” I say with a smile. “Very sarcastic and dry sense of humor.” I kept my pleasant expression but inwardly tensed at the memory of my discussion with her:

“You’ve got to slow down, darling,” I say smoothly as she scampers and hops around the kitchen.

“I just..this isn’t well planned, Henry,” She shakes her head at the mess on the kitchen table. “I—”

“We could have ordered an entire supper,” I nod. “You didn’t have to do this. We’re kind of jetlagged, and I’ve never seen you so tired.”

She sighs heavily. “I went and picked up her meds, too.”

“What?” I frown. “Doesn’t she have anything delivered?”

“I don’t know, she asked me to do it, so—”

“You did,” I finish grimly. I guard my expression and say, “I think I left something in the car. I’ll check to make sure we didn’t leave anything out there.”

“Oh, okay.”

I head downstairs and walk in on Shannon, who is watching the telly and hasn’t done anything she said she would do for supper. “Shannon?”

“Oh, hey.”

“Your sister is cooking most of it, and you haven’t even started?”

Shannon stiffens and shrugs. “It’ll get done.”

“Yes, you will, or you won’t eat a thing.”

Shannon chuckles softly, shaking her head. “She wouldn’t do that—”

“But I would.”

Her attention sways from her program. “You—”

“I am the man in her life, her protector, and I plan on being around for awhile,” I say menacingly. “so that means she is no longer your Cinderella, no longer your servant, and when she is being kind, you will be grateful even if you have to fake it.”

“Or what?” she dares, but looks intimidated.

“Or deal with me.”

I chuckle at the memory. Shannon didn’t finish, but with a wicked grin, I took every single pot, pan, dish and bit of flatware to her kitchen and dining room for her to clean. “I am actually looking forward to our next visit.”

Chiru raises her eyebrows, catching on to something, but not sure what. Chiru is very observant, got to keep your wits about you when she’s around. I give her a wink, and she is disarmed. “Well, the big thing on the horizon is the premiere right now.”

“Not a big deal, darling, really,” I say smoothly.

“We hit a lot of stores today,” Sophia sighs heavily.

“And I like the one you chose—”

“Sophia, this is my first time out,” you tell her. “I don’t want to look bad.”

“Do you look bad in it?” I ask.

“Well…no, I don’t, but—”

“That’s it, then,” Sophia nods.

“I don’t look like an actress.

“What’s wrong with that?” I ask. “And actors look different.”

“Thank God!” Sophie rolls her eyes.

“I’m just…I see the women on the carpet, Sophie,” she shrugs. “I’m not a skinny Minnie, as they say, fair hair, Cosmo, Vogue, Elle, Marie Claire.”

“So?” I look into her eyes. I squeeze her hand and kiss it, not losing eye contact.

She smiles, exhaling heavily. “I’m overreacting, huh?”

“Yes!” we all say and laugh.

“Oh, my goodness!”

We all turn and I see a lady walking up to us.

“Hello, Perline.” I’ve never seen my darling stiffen so quickly. She gives a small casual wave with her left hand, and it looks…strange…

“Perline!” Chiru greets, her left hang going to the center of her chest wit a nod and a small smile.

My memory clicks. I’ve seen this before! They are talking without talking-this is their code. I close my eyes briefly to remember when she was memorizing these gestures and saying them to herself. This woman is unliked and considered an enemy. I look to see Sara smile.

“You’re not here alone, are you?” Sophia asks tightly her left hand going to her chest as if she would be shocked if Perline was alone, doing the sign for foe. “If you are—”

“Oh, no, no,” Perline smiles. “Here with friends.” She looks down at me. “Oh, my God, you’re here with—”

I rise and greet her. “I’m Henry.” I shrug humbly, and shake her hand. “From the tea club?”

“Perline,” Perline gives a small frown. “We consider ourselves more than that.”

“My apologies,” I tilt my head to the right as a sign of agreement and moisten my bottom lip to apologize to my party. “Should I walk you back to your table?”

“Oh, thank you, but no,” Perline says. “My husband will wonder what I have been up to!”

Everyone laughs and I tilt my chin, then nod low to the left, inspiring more laughter at my table by calling her a gossip. “Ah.”

“I just wanted to extend invitations to you ladies,” Perline grins. “We are having a holiday tea before Christmas, and a fundraiser as well. If you submit your DNA, you will be given a present of your heritage and what is the most nutritious diet for you.”

“That sounds intriguing!” Sophia’s eyes go wide, looking at us.

Chiru touches Sophia’s shoulder and looks at us,then up at Perline. “Sounds like fun.”

“It’s a fundraiser, I must warn,” Perline says coyly. “It’s five hundred pounds, but for a good cause.”

“We’re in,” I say, nodding to them all. “Merry Christmas to all of you!”

“Well—” she gives us all a glance. “I’ll see you then.”

They squeal and brighten. Chiru and Sophia start talking about what they already know about their family trees. But, my darling sweet, she was quiet. I clear my throat.

“You know our code!” Chiru whispers over the table, a devious expression on her face.

“Shame on you,” Sophia blushes.

“Little devil.”

I wrinkle my nose, and moisten my bottom lip, tilting my head to the right. Sorry, it’s true.

[stemms]

That Distant Shore from Steven Universe seems to be very c!Prime coded. I believe that it deals with c!Tommy's healing arc, he gets to spend time with his friends; they hold him close, perhaps even closer than usual, as if he were going to vanish the second they let go. c!Tommy tries his hardest to heal, but he's still having nightmares about exile and c!Dream in general. He still sometimes feels that running away wasn't the best decision, and it would've been so much better if he'd stayed. But he tries not to take much notice of those thoughts and enjoy the moment while it lasts, even if he's unable to comprehend his feelings for the moment.

“It all became so lovely Those bluest skies above me Those funny feelings I had never felt before I met you”

“I thought I'd stay a while I tried to learn to smile So many colors I had never even known”

There could be two possible interpetations: 1. Pre-exile escape: c!Tommy's exile experience, because c!Dream trained him to laugh at his jokes and made him smile and thank him after each punishment. 2. Post-exile escape: The beginning of the healing process for c!Tommy after he had returned to his friends and, for the first time in forever, tried to learn to smile again, not because he was forced to, but because he felt accepted and loved…

“Maybe I'll find myself sitting on that distant shore Maybe I'm not alone”

c!Tommy's beach party with c!Wilbur is yet another step in his recovery from the traumatic experience of exile. There's the idea of returning to a place that only brings you pain and loneliness, but this time to replace the painful memories with happier ones…

“Maybe I'm not alone” c!Tommy is staring at the ocean where c!Wilbur has already vanished...

“Then I see the colors fading Gentleness of light escaping Shadows of my fear invading Have I seen this all before? I know that there's something residing A terror deep inside me”

After all this time, c!Tommy's having nightmares about c!Dream, and after waking up, he can't help but feel guilty for escaping again, even if he realizes it's not healthy at all… Similarly to c!Tommy's hallucinations of c!Tubbo in exile, he sometimes sees and hears c!Dream; it feels painfully familiar.

If c!Dream knows where c!Tommy is hiding from him, he takes advantage of the boy's vulnerable state by pretending to be another of his hallucinations, which he remembers from exile. It allows c!Dream to approach c!Tommy so much closer than he ever could, because as much as these hallucinations make the boy's blood run cold, they're nothing compared to the real c!Dream. Not to mention being in charge of C!Tommy's perception of what's real and what isn't makes c!Dream feel even more powerful and godlike. c!Dream's guilt-tripping c!Tommy for having escaped, and he's secretly mad that he can't touch c!Tommy because it'd reveal that the hallucinations are in fact fake. Furthermore, there's some form of retaliation for appearing in c!Dream's hallucinations in prison, in which c!Tommy would stare blankly at him and say nothing, as if accepting the fact that he's being tortured, and mocking him. As a result, c!Dream instantly recognizes that this is not his c!Tommy, c!Tommy would never make fun of his suffering, so when he heard the shocked "What...?" from c!Tommy, he was relieved that all his worries had been nothing but a figment of his imagination.

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Yeah…. :(

It’s important to note that it’s not hopeless, just that most of the Dungeon Meshi crew haven’t known Laios that long.

Senshi met him a week ago, Marcille, a couple months ago (she’s the newest member of the Touden party and still blames Laios for taking Falin from her), and Chilchuck operates purely in a professional capacity, and so doesn’t seem open to either sharing or being given personal information from his coworkers.

I like to imagine that Falin’s Doppelgänger of Laios has always been near-indistinguishable, and that about a year after the adventure Marcille’s and Kabru’s Doppelgängers of Laios are near-perfect too. Senshi and Chilchuck’s I believe would get much more accurate, but still have little foibles reflecting racial and age differences in perspective (I.e. Laios looks tall/young to them).

Laios has habits that on first impression are different to the rest of the party -his openness, his interest in monsters, his bluntness- , so when they remember Laios, it’s his unfamiliar aspects that stick out to them, and those are reflected in his Doppelgängers. I think once they get a sense of Laios’ normalcy, patterns, and emotional expressions, the unfamiliarity will fade away and leave a more accurate, loving image of Laios.

I love how all of the Laios Doppelgängers being obviously wrong implies that the most accurate Doppelgängers of the others come from Laios’ memory, like you said. Despite this implication, the others instantly think they’re doomed when Laios is put in charge of distinguishing the real members, further proving their unfair and inaccurate depictions of him when he picks them all out correctly.

Interestingly, when we look at the mistakes in the final showdown Doppelgängers:

-Chilchuck’s fake asking for help

-Marcille’s fake being sullen and lazer-focused on finding Falin

-And Senshi being super handsome

Laios actually sees his friends in a MORE POSITIVE way than they actually are. He sees Chilchuck as being more open to interaction with the party, Marcille as being serious about his sister (Laios and Marcille’s relationship has been largely centered around Falin and defense of Falin), and Senshi as being chiseled!

He uses monster knowledge to distinguish between them because he can deny or confirm monster facts with 99% accuracy, whereas it would be more difficult to confirm/deny the personal biases in his own memory. Laios assumes, like any field expert, that the layman either knows more about his field than a layman actually would, or that the party is annoyingly oblivious and uninterested in his field (which the party has expressed). He recognizes this and must ask himself internally: “from what I know of my friends, what knowledge about monsters would they actually hold onto based on THEIR interests?” Senshi would hold onto ecosystem knowledge, having been reliant on the dungeon for so long; Chilchuck would retain lockpick-related monster knowledge, and Marcille would retain nothing because she learns very slowly from experience compared to other people.

AND HE’S 100% FUCKING RIGHT.

It’s ridiculously impressive, that when faced with the depictions of his friends from his own memory, and his friends irl, Laios able to spot the inaccuracies. The autistic traits the others assumed would make him oblivious to social situations actually kinda cause the Opposite! Because Laios is constantly trying to figure his friends out, assuming his own error in social situations, and adjusting his mask and habits to them, he has to be MORE aware of details.

The fandom portrays Laios as this dumb himbo, because he can be silly and oblivious sometimes when he gets lost on a tangent, but Laios is genuinely brilliant, and well educated for the time period. He can navigate, read, draw, do math, make battle strategies, and do sword fighting along with all his biology knowledge. He picks up magic in a week! He throws out inaccurate knowledge about monsters and actively seeks/tests new hypotheses. Laios is a great character and protagonist because he’s always learning- about people, himself, and the dungeon.

His textual fault, from the very beginning, is not that he doesn’t see details or that he’s dumb, but that he can get lost in thought and forget what’s going on in front of him (a la party dying to dragon while he strategizes). Still, he thinks deeply about and cares for his party!

(Spoilers below)

When Laios becomes king, it’s not what he wants to do, and it’s a personal sacrifice for him, but goddamnit does he shine when he finally gets the consideration he deserves. I have no doubts in the end that Laios will be a wise and fair king.

Tl;dr

His autistic ass IS listening, but few people are listening back. Give this man all the best friends he deserves 👏👏👏

idk if anyone else felt this way, but in the Shapeshifter ep of Dungeon Meshi, it's treated like a joke that all the copies of Laios are super obviously not him, but isn't it kind of fucked up that Laios's closest companions don't seem to view him as... whole?

None of his companions had an accurate view of him as a person! One of the copies was a stupid, drooling mess! And on top of this, they all believed that because Laios struggles with social cues he wouldn't be observant to them as people. They just... fundamentally don't understand him.

I think the really accurate copies of the rest of the party was drawn from Laios's mind. His powers of observation and analytics are his strength, but that's not the same as being good with social cues.

Anyway. It made me really sad. I know his party cares about him, but it's so isolating to know your friends don't know you.