#but he tells her not to mention his name or anything bc he's afraid it will negatively impact his “”career“” (bc he's lying)

[hisfaceisallscars]

@cigvrettedvet sent a 📸 to see four pictures of mara taken by bill!

[babiebom]

How Many kids I think the Bachelor/ettes would (want to) have

A/N: because I like thinking about things~ also because I started thinking about it because I want a lot of kids and I wondered who I would actually work well with. Late Merry Christmas btw!!! And happy holidays!!

Tw:sex, maybe cursing idk I always put cursing, childbirth/children, mentions of issues with childbirth, mentions of postpartum depression, mentions of adoptions and other stuff surrounding it.

Wc: at least 5 bullet points for each

Sdv Masterlist

Sebastian

I think he would want either one kid only or as many as his partner wants

Because I can see him being a good dad to his kids

But like I also think that people like him only have one kid because they didn’t get along with their own siblings

So the trauma is like I don’t want to have to choose between my kids when they don’t get along and I don’t want any problems so having one is good

But I also thinks he would want to see how close siblings could be to live somewhat through them

So it’s literally a toss up

On the topic of adoption though he’d probably adopt an older kid if you’re okay with it

Like a teen that doesn’t have a family and is about to age out

I think he’s that type of person and you could adopt a baby or a younger kid later on.

I also think Robin would be present but not like constantly there. Like it’s grandmas for Christmas and other holidays and sometimes she visits but that’s it.

I do think that he would probably end up with a lot of kids bc he can’t keep it in his pants now that he has a significant other.

Sam

He’s going to have at least 3

I see him having 2 boys and a girl if I’m being honest and it would be really cute

All of them are learning to skateboard and something about music

I think he would be a very chaotic dad

Like you have a heart attack every couple of minutes being married to him

Like “yeah! Junior lost a tooth” “how’d he lose a tooth?” “He absolutely ate shit at the skatepark”

I think he would be happy to adopt but probably wouldn’t because of Jodi

I do headcanon Jodi as bit of judgemental

Like she won’t say anything outright but she will be passive aggressive like “I love allllll of my grandkids! Even (adopted child’s name)”

So if you guys do end up adopting for one reason or another you’ll only see Jodi for big holidays unless Sam can get her to change

Vincent is a sweet uncle though and Kent is a decent grandfather. Refuses to tell stories of the war to them though. Jodi is an overbearing but GREAT grandmother when she’s not being petty

Shane

Well he already has Jas so he either will have one more so she has a sibling/cousin

or he will have like 4 more to make the total 5

I do think he would like a big family

But all of the kids are a couple years apart at least because he does want to make sure they all are happy

It takes a while for you two to have kids or adopt because he does still have depression and thinks he would be a shitty father

But he’d be the best out of the bachelors I think maybe number two

Because I feel like out of all of them his love would be greater simply because he does have that self hate and he wants to make sure he’s doing as well as he can

Jas is VERY happy to be a big sister

Harvey

Harvey is a 2 kid guy

Like he would be a 1 kid guy but he’s afraid that the child would be lonely

I also think he would be an only child so he doesn’t want his kid to have the same childhood as him

But the kids would definitely have an age gap

Like at least 8 years because he wants to make sure you(if you’re a person who can give birth) are okay after giving birth.

I also think that if he adopts he would go for siblings specifically

Like two kids that don’t want to be separated by the system or two kids who are biologically related he would go for them

Simply because he wants two kids anyways and keeping people together is what would make him happy

Alex

Either 1 or 4 there’s no in between

I feel like you would have either all boys or all girls with him

Like his genes are very predictable not gonna lie

No matter what gender I think he would make all of them play gridball

Would be hella sad if none of the kids liked the sport bc COME ON

I do think that in his heart he would like to adopt

Especially if it’s to save a kid that’s in a bad family situation

Because in a way his grandparents adopted him after his father left and his mother died

Like those are his parents for lack of actual mom and dad

Very sweet dad but does have sexist tendencies

Like if you have daughters he would be much more strict with them but also would spoil them rotten

And while he’s not as strict with the boys he’s also not as sweet on them.

You have to get him to open up and realize that raising the kids in a specific way can breed resentment towards him. He gets smarter the more kids you have.

Elliott

I think Elliott would want one or two

I don’t know why but I see him as a guy that doesn’t have a lot of kids

Mostly because I feel like he would still like to have time with his partner and having a lot of kids would take away from that unless you can get a sitter or something

But I also feel like he wouldn’t want daycare or a babysitter or nanny

He wants to raise the kids together especially because you both work from home

Also having more than I think 3 for him would make it so he has no time to work on writing

And having only a couple would mean he can evenly give enough attention to the kids.

While for some people having a lot of kids is not a problem with attention and love I think Elliot knows that he’s the type of person that cannot be spread too thin.

Which isn’t a bad thing.

If you’re same sex he is not opposed to adoption

Would like to adopt twins though

Would prefer boy girl twins but obviously won’t throw a fit if it doesn’t work out that way

You’re adopting kids not a dog.

Penny

Easily at least 6

I don’t think she would have the most easy pregnancies

But she will make it look as if she’s the perfect housewife and that bearing children is a breeze for her

She loves kids and wants a big happy family especially because of her upbringing

So if you marry her expect her to want to have kids that are all at least a year apart in age

Doesn’t mind getting pregnant again as soon as you’re cleared for sex

I do think she would prefer to bear children instead of adopt but she’s not opposed to it

I could also see her becoming a foster mother at some point and taking in a bunch of children because she has an empty nest

If you’re the same sex she would probably want ivf

Like obviously this isn’t meant to be offensive and some people have different takes

But she also won’t like be upset that you have to adopt and she would make sure to adopt a BUNCH of children

Is a good mother and tries hard to spread her attention evenly.

You having a farm is great for this type of situation not gonna lie

Leah

To be VERY honest I see Leah as the kind of woman to be a single mom

Not because she gets divorced or her partner dies

It’s literally by choice only her and her kid in their cabin painting.

BUT OBVIOUSLY in this scenario she’s married to you

She would still only have 1 or 2 kids

I don’t think she would really enjoy being pregnant

Like she would like doing the pregnancy art things

But the state of being that she’s in is HORRIBLE she HATES IT

But she loves her kid so much that she’s like okay I can do it one more time.

Maru

Maru is either a one person kid or a 5 person kid tbh

And I do think that science people be lowkey freaky

So I do think she would have a lot of kids

Like somehow she’s always pregnant and everyone is like ?????? Another kid?????

And shes like YEAH I KNOW ISNT THE HUMAN BODY AMAZING????

Y’all’s kids are super smart ngl

Like you’re like???????wtf

Like even if you end up adopting they’re super smart and you’re like ????????? WTF HOW

Though they are still very interested in farming.

Somehow combines the two and creates a super farm

Like you make so much more money after having kids it’s insane.

Haley

Two or three kid woman

No matter how strong your genes are your kids will always have either blonde hair or blue eyes if not both.

Out of all the people having kids your kids with her would have the most normal names

She was a mean girl in high school she’s not setting up her kids for failure from the beginning

Unlike the others who would be on board with homeschooling if that’s what you wanted Haley wants the kids in public or private school.

Shes not much of a teacher and you’re always working on the farm so she wants them to have a good chance of being smart.

I think that y’all would have tons of baby books for the kids because she takes at least 10 pictures a day

Like there is no running out of embarrassing baby pictures your kids better behave lmao

Actually a good mom and ends up being one of those “I’m a cool mom right” women

But she’s actually kinda cool when she’s not making dated references.

Emily

One kid that is just as weird as she is

It doesn’t matter if the kid is adopted or not they behave just like her

But also I think she would go for adopting or fostering the more troubled children because they need love too

And I think she’s the perfect person to understand people on a different level than others.

A very sweet mother that is different than the other bachelor/ettes

Your kid turns out very happy, kind, and connected to the world

They might be a little weird like her

But are well liked by the people who find themselves misunderstood.

She would also be the type of person to run a foster home.

Abigail

I think Abby would like 2 kids.

I think she was very lonely as a kid

Especially with her father only focusing on his work and her mother hanging out with her but not really understanding her likes and hobbies

If she had a sibling there could be a chance that they won’t get along but she feels in her heart that they would’ve been close

So she would have two kids that are like maybe 2 years apart or 5 years apart

I don’t think she would enjoy being pregnant but she enjoys it more than she thought she would

Is not willing to go through giving birth again

So if you’re a person who could give birth if you want more than 2 kids then you’re giving birth

If you’re a person that can get others pregnant then you better plan for a surrogate or adoption because like I said she’s not going through that labor shit again

She is open to having more than 2 kids but like there’s other things that you have to do if you want them

Is a decent mom is kinda awkward with mothering but tries her best

[4lydsmarie]

sweater weather .. dallas winston x reader

fem!reader x toxic!dallas winston "it's too cold for you here.."

warning(s): toxic relationship! dallas keeps trying to push reader away but she won't budge, and he's js like "?? why r u still here" because he's TERRIFIED of love or commitment. things change toward the end though(?).

a/n: i have woken again to post for you guys 🥰 this is true dedication bc i started this at 1:03am and it's now 2:50 at the time of officially uploading this (with this a/n cause it's an edit). first i was gonna talk ab how dilf matt dillon is, then i was gonna make matt hcs, THEN i was gonna do dally hcs, and FINALLY i decided on writing this because toxic dallas is stuck in my headdd😣. i am a FIRM believer that dallas winston is EITHER loverboy softboy around reader OR cold toxic bf that is afraid of commitment and love because of his past in new york. NO OTHER WAY TO PUT IT!

dating dallas, you knew whaat would come with it. no, not just the constant "gettin' it in with the fuzz" or his repetitive fights at buck's on a thursday night, but the laid back "ya know i don't love anythin'" motto he always has going on. you and dallas had probably broken up 5 or 6 times in the past month. either he'd be out with another broad, or he'd be dismissing your feelings again and telling you "i mean i like ya, doll. that's close enough to what you're talkin' about, right? i mean what's love anyways? don't say things you don't understand.."

you'd recently just gotten back together with dallas. you'd broken up with him because you found out he was hitting on another girl, this time a soc named cherry valance.

well, in due time another argument would come up. so here you are, arguing with dallas again because you told him you loved him again and finally snapped at his unbothered, half-assed response.

"dallas i don't understand!" you yelled. "all i try to do is get you to love me because that's what a relationship is all about! i do everything for you and give you chance aftter chance. but no, you just HAVE to keep it up like you care about nothing i do for you!! what's the point dallas? why knock my heart around just 'cause you can't commit to anything?" by now tears welled up in your eyes, but your anger overshadowed the embarrassment you might have crying in front of dallas.

"i don't have to keep nothin' up doll, that's just me. man i thought this love problem you got goin' on in your head was a one time thing. if i knew you were always gonna be so emotional and stuck on tryin' to get love all the time then maybe i wouldn't have dated you at all!" dallas yelled back. you scoffed as you walked up to him, even angrier than before.

"god i hate you dallas! you're not fucking cool, and one day i hope you wake up and see that! the world isn't all bad you just make it out to be that way so you can have a reason to be miserable. i hate it all, and the thing i hate the most is that you just can't love me after all i do!" you gave dallas a little push at the last part. at this point, you couldn't stop the tears from flowing as you grabbed your stuff and walked home. not to mention, the whole argument was in front of the curtis' house. who needed tv when you had your weekly dallas and yn drama, huh?

seemingly on queue, rain started to pour, drenching you in water. you let out a huff in annoyance as you finally made it to your house, slamming your front door behind you.

meanwhile dallas stood in front of the curtis house still, watching you walk away. he tried to act like he didn't care, but deep down he knew he did. "did she get home safe? is she alright? man, i messed up. god, im a jerk. do i love her?" were the questions racing through his mind. he didn't know wether he should run to your house or keep going about his day like nothing happened.

the sound of the curtis' screen door closing brought back dallas' attention as darry walked up to him, trying to give whatever advice he could. "hey dal, maybe you guys should call it quits or somethin', i mean-"

"hey man how 'bout you shutup, alright? mind your own." dallas clapped back, interrupting darry. darry seemingly understood his defeat as he raised his hands in surrender and backed up into the house. all the guys asked what was going on, and as a response he just sighed and shook his head.

..

about an hour later you heard a knock on your door. assuming it was your best friend marcia, since you'd called her a couple minutes before to sleep over, you opened the door without checking who it was. to your surprise, you were met with dallas.

in his hand he had a rose, definitely stolen, some soda (i say pop where im from but whatever..), and a box of milk duds, also probably stolen.

you scoff out of shock before finally speaking. "dally? what's this?" you asked. dallas just rolled his eyes and responded "just let me in the house, man i wouldn't even be caught dead doin' this for anyone.." you couldn't help but grin as you let him in, closing the door behind him. yeah you guys had previously argued but, it felt good to be in dally's presence again..

you both took a seat on your bed, sitting in silence for a bit. finally, you decided you'd had enough of the tension. "so, you gonna explain where all this came from" you asked, pointing towards the items he'd brought you. "just thought i'd do somethin' nice man, that's it." he leaned back onto your bed a bit. "oh, sure okay." you responded dryly.

dallas sat back up and scooted towards you. "yn.." he said, making you look up and respond with a simple 'hm?'. "listen, i care about you alright? but you gotta stop with the saying you love me. i'm not a good guy and i don't do right all the time. you gotta love someone who ain't like me, alright?" you frowned at his words. "dallas, the way you see yourself is totally different than how i do. i know you've been through a lot that you'll probably never tell me about, but that doesn't mean anything in my eyes. i do love you and i won't stop saying it cause i know one day you'll say it back. sometimes you're a little cold, sometimes it's too cold for me here...but i'll keep tryin' anyways dally." you turned away from dallas as you spoke, tears filling up your eyes yet again.

dallas sighed and stayed quiet for a bit, seemingly thinking about what to say. finally, he replied "yeah, alright. hey ask me again in the future. maybe my world'll be different and i'll think about it, huh?" you told yourself "at least it was a start" as you nodded in response to dallas' words.

finally, you'd decided to move onto dallas' lap. he grinned as he leaned in to kiss you. and you guys kissed for a while too. dallas didn't need to say it, but you knew he loved you deep down.

and he knew it too.

yet still, you both awaited the next argument to come. after all, he's still (somewhat) the same old dally. only difference is you both knew he cared about you a bit (and sorta loved you too).

[danikamariewrites]

do you write for dark reader?

if so could i please request a slightly dark reader x slightly dark batboys, reader might be obsessive and wants them to herself so seeing their exes drives her crazy with rage. the thought of there being someone else who used to share a bed with them makes her mad. slowly all the people they used to see end up missing , they eventually catch her but aren’t afraid or mad. They finally stop hiding their dark side aswell.

They discovers she has one of the girls rhys dated a while back tied up in her basement and they are so happy bc she is showing them she cares and is possesive, yeah they’re all just nuts idk🙏😍

Missing

Poly!bat boys x dark!reader

A/n: I’m loving these dark!reader requests plz send me more guys

Warnings: kidnapping, mentions of torture, mentions of violence (plz lmk if I missed anything)

“Curious,” Azriel said under his breath as he ran his eyes over the cork board set up in Rhys’s office. The reports of missing females from around Velaris are tacked to the board. Each with notes underneath from Rhys. “There has to be something connecting them, right?” Cassian asked.

“The names look familiar,” Azriel looked over his shoulder at Rhys. “Cass, didn’t you briefly see Melody a decade ago?” Cassian stepped up to the board, staring at the name and notes. “And Rhys, you were with Dela before we were mated to y/n.”

Rhys stood, crossing the room to inspect the board as well. “These are all females we’ve dated.” Azriel connected the dots for them, their eyes went wide. Rhys’s mind was running wild with theories.

Cassian voiced what the three of them were thinking. “Do you think y/n has something to do with this?” Azriel and Rhys turned to him with a bewildered look. Appalled that he could suggest that. But Rhys couldn’t be angry at Cassian. Not when he was thinking the same thing.

Azriel was fuming. He grabbed Cassian by the collar of his leathers, slamming him into the wall, causing the room to shake. “Don’t you dare think for a second she could do anything like this.” Azriel growled at him. Cassian held up his hands in defense.

Rhys pulled Azriel off Cassian, “Az, I won’t lie to you, I’m having the same thoughts. You can’t deny she might know something.” Azriel took a deep, shaky breath. “I know,” he breathed out, “I just…you think she would do this? We have that side to us but her? I’m not sure.”

“I’ll talk to her.” Rhys would have to approach this carefully. He didn’t want you to shut down or push him away.

———

Later that afternoon Rhys found you in the garden sitting with the flowers. You looked so sweet. So perfect. He didn’t want to ruin this peace, but he’s High Lord and he has a duty to the citizens of his court. Rhys sits with you, putting a smile on his face.

When you look at Rhys your face lights up. You throw your arms around him, tackling him to the soft grass, both of you giggling. You rest your chin on his chiseled chest and bat your eyelashes at him. “Hi Rhysie. I thought you were working.”

Rhys rested a hand on your back tracing small circles as he smiled back at you. “I am baby, but I was hoping you could help us with something.” You tilt your head curiously at him. Your brows knit together in confusion. “Me?” Rhys sits up turning you to sit with your back to his chest.

That’s when you noticed the file in his hand. You were praying to the Mother that this wasn’t what you thought it was. You were trying to keep your heart rate under control so your mates wouldn’t feel it. When you saw the first paper with Melody’s name you wanted to freeze up. You kept your body as relaxed as possible. You can get through this, you kept telling yourself over and over again.

“The three of us knew these missing females.” Rhys was taking a gentle tone with you. You could tell he was worried you would get flighty or anxious. “That’s weird. I didn’t know females were going missing?” You might’ve over done it with the innocence in your tone, but Rhys, Cass, and Az would never know anything.

Not if you could help it.

So you pulled out your greatest weapon. Your fear. “Am I safe Rhys?” You were trembling. You couldn’t help it at this point. What would your mates think of you if they knew you were the one doing this.

Rhys’s eyes went wide. “Oh darling, of course you’re safe. You have the three of us. No one would ever get you.” He coos at you, holding your face in his hands. You wrapped your arms around his neck forcing out tears. You sat like that for a long time. Rhys eventually carried you inside, leaving you in the kitchen. With a quick kiss on your head he was headed back up to his office to finish up his work for the day.

When Rhys was out of ear shot you snapped back into your cold self. They we’re getting suspicious and you didn’t like that. You’d have to make this last one count then.

It’s not like you were going after all of their ex-girlfriends. Just the ones you knew they had briefly passed by in shops or at you guy’s favorite coffee shop. You could scent them. Knowing that those females touched your mates drove you insane.

They had their chance. And now they needed to stay very far away. You had ensured they did. But there was one last female you had to tend to.

You remember what you did to all of them. Their punishments fitting their crimes. One lost all her fingers simply for handing Azriel a napkin and letting her touching linger too long. Another lost her beauty for trying to seduce Cassian. Dela was the most fun. She lost her pretty singing voice she claimed Rhys loved soooo much.

They all ended up in the same place. Dead, never to be seen again.

You flung open the door that lead to the dungeons deep into the mountain the House of Wind sat on. Azriel hadn’t used this place in centuries. Nor did he watch over the secret passage way at the bottom of the house. You’d have to seal that permanently when you were done here.

As your footsteps echoed around the cavernous halls you heard Maurelle’s muffled screams. Another one of Cassian’s exes. Approaching the cell you stop outside the cell door. Maurelle starts screaming and tugging at the chains tying her to the wall. Her face was splotchy and covered in tears.

You unlocked the door smirking as you slowly made your way to her. “Sshhh,” Maurelle’s yelling faltered. You grabbed her jaw forcing her to look at you. She struggled against you but your could tell she was getting weaker.

“Unfortunately, our fun has been spoiled.” Your voice was quite laced with fake sympathy, “I haven’t decided how long I’m going to keep you though.” Maurelle started sobbing again, lolling her head back and forth in your grip.

“Awww. I know I’m upset too.” You pushed her head back into the stone. After she let out a cry you started walking away, slamming the cell door shut again, locking it. Not like she’d go anywhere. “I’ll be back later!” You shouted over your shoulder, heading back up to the house.”

———

Coming back up to the main house you scurried off the the library to bury your face into a book until dinner.

An hour later Azriel was pushing the door open of the upstairs library, his shadows swirling around him and daring ahead of him, as he looked around for you. “Y/n,” you put your book down and hurry over to Azriel before he could cross the threshold.

“Hi Azzy. I missed you today.” He smiled down at you, holding your chin between his fingers. “I missed you too princess.” Azriel leaned down to place a small kiss on your lips. He slipped his large hand in yours and pulled you out of the room. “Dinners ready so I thought I’d come get you.” “Thank the Mother, I’m starving.”

———

Dinner was going by far too slow for you. The clock on the mantle behind you seemed to be ticking extra loudly this evening. Your nerves had gotten worse. You felt yourself slipping. If you gave something away they’d get suspicious. And you were already uncharacteristically quiet tonight.

“Sweetheart, are you ok? You’ve barley said anything?” You jump a little looking at your mates. “Oh. I’m fine. Just thinking.” Cassian reaches across the table to hold your clammy hand. “Rhys told us you were nervous. It’s ok y/n. We’d never let anything happen to you.” He swiped his thumb across the palm of your hand and gave you a small smile.

“Thank you, Cass.” You squeezed his hand, returning his smile. When Cassian pulled his hand back he looked down at his plate, picking up his fork. You watched him blink down at his hand.

Cassian’s eyes narrow at his thumb as he brings it closer to his face to inspect it. “Dried blood?” Shit. You didn’t wash your hands when you came up from the dungeons.

Cassian sniffed, but your could tell he didn’t recognize the scent. He held his hand out for Rhys and realization dawned on his face when he recognized the scent. All three of them were now looking at you. “Darling, is there something you want to tell us?”

Rhys had the feline grin plastered on his lips. Your heart was beating so fast you were certain they could feel it. Suddenly you felt waves of reassurance down the bond. “You’re not mad?” They all shook their heads. “Just tell us what’s happened, y/n. I promise everything will be fine.”

“Are you going to break the bond? Am I going to jail?” You ask quickly, eyeing them in case they moved to grab you. They each let out a deep chuckle. “No darling. We would never dream of that.”

You slowly stand from the table motioning for them to follow you. As you lead them to the dungeon you explained everything. Your jealous tendencies. The rage you felt scenting another female on them when they’d come home from the city. How you just wanted to rip your hair out at the thought of another female with them in any way.

Entering the dungeon Azriel stopped you. “You did all of this for us.” You nod. “You’re so cute princess.” You were confused. And it clearly showed on your face. “What, did you think we didn’t hunt down your ex-boyfriend’s?” Cassian asked with a deadly smirk.

A devilish smile broke out on your own lips. “We couldn’t let those males think they’d have another chance with you now could we?” You shook your head in agreement. Good, you were all on the same page.

Rhys brought a hand up to cup your cheek. “Now who do we have down here darling?” You grabbed his hand, guiding them towards the cell at the very end. “Maurelle.” Your voice chipper with your nerves gone. “I could scent her perfume on you last week. It was an unwanted hug I assume?” “Of course it was darling.”

You hummed in approval at being right. Oh you were going to have so much fun with them as you ended Maurelle.

[easybrainrot34]

🩵Bridgerton Girlies Headcanons🩵

Characters : Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Hyacinth. Bonus Kate and Penelope

Briefly Mentioned Characters : John Stirling, Philip Oliver and Amanda Crane, Anthony, Violet, Gregory, and Madame Delacroix

Note : Everyone gets 2 headcanons with one being modern and one period. Also spoilers (from the books) on Eloises period headcanon, so skip if you want. Also Hyacinth was shockingly hard to write for, but i tried my best!

A/N : I’m back!! I took pride month off bc i had real life things going and i basically spent the month being extra bi lol. Hope y’all had a good month and lets get back to writing and having fun ☺️🩵

P.S my request are open :)

🩵 I feel like Daphne would become a little bit of a match maker. I feel like she wants everyone to have what she and her mom has, which is a love match. If she say that a lady was crushing on a lord or the other way around, she would become a wing woman lol.

🩵 Eloise would take every and any classes where she can learn about social issues and history she can get her hands on in college. I feel like El would get her doctorate and become a professor in literature. She also took time in between degrees to travel the world.

🩵 Ik it’s a pretty popular headcanon that El is such a good mom but I truly feel like Philip married El bc she took Oliver and Amanda under her wing. It takes time for Eloise to not feel like she’s not replacing Marina, but once she does she loves them like they r her kids. Yes she would teach them how to become respected members of the ton, but also how to be kind, not to be scared to have a sharp tongue, and to never be afraid to be themselves.

🩵 I feel like once Fran found her voice she would frequently have no problem holding her own in debating her siblings. It’s Anthony and Eloise r the most shocked by it but welcome it nevertheless. I also feel like El would be secretly proud of her.

🩵 Fran would become a private piano teacher to the local members of high society in Scotland. She would take all kinds of students from children to young debutantes. I feel like she would convince John that this isnt for money, but truly for her love of playing music.

🩵 I feel like Hyacinth would become a writer. She keeps some of her childish wonder and with the help of the family she finally would publish her work. She specifically writes young adult romance and fantasy books.

🩵 Once Violet lets her finally read Whistledown she👏🏻goes👏🏻HAM👏🏻!! She had her governess keep all copies for the moment she was finally aloud. And lord, does she run to Pen. She talkes to Pen about all of her work; not only giving her endless praise, but also seeing if there was anything she didn’t include. She also tells Gregory about all of it (of course against his will, but he secretly doesn’t mind).

BONUS

🩵 It’s incredibly important to Kate that her children grow up knowing both her Indian culture and Anthonys British culture. I feel like she is one of those moms that will teach and speak Hindi at home so her children r bilingual. She just overall is a classic Indian mom lol.

🩵 I’ve talked about this before but i feel like Kate would really take Hyacinth under her wing. As the lady of the house, she wants her to have a great debut, not just bc it reflects on her but bc she knows Hyacinth deserves it. She also prepares her for the ups and downs of society. She knows how Hyacinth lowkey has rose tinted sunglasses on when it comes to being part of the ton, but she stresses to her that it’s ok if she isn’t perfect. I also feel like she does the same for Gregory, preparing him as much as she can, and they regularly practice on how to talk to ladies (she also gets Anthony to help him too).

🩵 Ik this is cheesy but i feel like even in the modern world Pen would be a writer, and would go under a false name. It would start with fanfics (something tells me she was writing Harry Potter and Twilight fics on fanfic dot net lol) but as she got older she would take it more seriously. She would write romance books and once she had a following she would do a whole face reveal and would do events. She would also have undercover accounts in her fandom to see what her audience really thinks of her work.

🩵 She definitely keeps her friendship with Madame Delacroix even after everything comes out. They have a weekly catch up and would even shout her out more in Whistledown now that everyone knows. She would even invite her over to her and Colin’s estate, not caring about what the ton thinks. (Bc lets be real Pen really doesn’t give a fck lol)

[leaawrites]

Love love your work! Just wanted to request some noel angst. it needs to HURT SO BAD but with a happy ending :D (maybe some hanahaki disease where reader is in the late stages, literally unable to hide that they’re dying but refuses to tell noel what’s wrong (bc how do you tell someone that you’re so in love with them that you’re dying?!?) until he snaps and just confesses and begs reader to tell him what’s wrong, thus effectively curing reader? this is just an idea, i rlly don’t mind the storyline as long as it’s sour and then sweet lol.) 😼😼

(Dying of) Love

Noel Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: as requested.

Warnings: mentions of death, cursing, (pretty) violent at times, angst, not as much fluff in the end, but still, maybe more (please write me if anything else triggers you. This one is (maybe) pretty heavy)

Wordcount: 2.3k

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How can something as delicate as love hurt more than a knife to the chest? Why does it have to take a turn for the worse every time it starts feeling good? It would always be the same: Crushes turn into heartbreak or disappointment and relationships turn into an I-told-you-so from friends that were already rolling their eyes at the mere mention of the name you’ve said one too many times. Nothing is ever how you want it to be and with time passing, one notices, it will never be what you want it to be. It will never be as good as everyone always says. Expectations are too high, pushed over the edge of realism by the hands of those unwilling to see the bad, too desperate to feel hurt, instead they’d rather feel nothing and call it love.

Words are a medium which spills like water from a river when one is finding themselves in despair. When nothing seems to work anymore, at least one can write. And she wrote.

Everything she had on her mind - whether it be good or bad - every thought that came to her, she made it into a poem, a diary entry, a song, an exploitation of senses. And in every one of her sentences he was there as well. Footnotes of the love she craved and dreamt of late at night or in broad daylight were visible to anyone who knew her well enough, just not to him as it seemed. He was still the one for her even when he would never know that. She’d never tell him and he’d never listen close enough to the demos he made her record to catch on to the anchor she threw out for him to catch on to and climb on the same ship she was dying on currently.

The deck of it was covered in her love for him, the one she couldn’t express and only she felt. Every flower petal being a sign of fear for the truth.

Noel Gallagher was a handful, to say the least. He was the guy who would leave the club with the wrong person, though he didn’t care as long as he can end the night with someone beside him in bed. A gentleman with insecurities deeper than the Marianna trench. He was too afraid to love, so he didn’t love at all. At least not as deeply as she knew he was able to. She’d seen it when he played his guitar and wrote the songs his brother sung, she even saw it when he looked at him on stage. He might not be his biggest fan, but they were still brothers and they both were fine with that.

If he was left alone after midnight, she knew he would drown himself in sorrow. She had been on the receiving end of a drunk prophecy more than once and it hurt her more every time she saw him like that. Alone and empty, craving the warmth he wasn’t letting anyone give to him.

Now, she was leaving him alone. Making the doubts in his chest grow larger with every gig she wasn’t part of the crowd to support him like she’d usually done. He missed her. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed her more than he ever missed anyone in his lifetime. Not even the drugs could make him forget her, they just made her more apparent in his mind. They made his heart beat in the same rhythm as she was able to when she was stood near him, laughing at another one of his dumb jokes and looking at him with a comfort like no other.

What had he done to make her turn away from all that? What had he done to make her lock herself in the apartment she hated just to not having to see him? Was he truly as much of a terrible person as the media always made him out to be? Had she really grown tired of his behavior? Someone who he never imagined leaving was now not by his side anymore.

Standing in front of her door, he held his fist up high, his mind telling him to thrust it against the door, though he couldn’t bring himself to it. The fear and doubt growing every second.

What if she didn’t want to see him anymore? What would he done then? Without her by his side what was life worth living for?

On the other side of the door, whole flower crowns were littering on the floor like carpet. They were dying and blooming at the same time. Just like her. Hurting her more often than she could admire their beauty nowadays.

With her head against the wall, Y/n just wanted to put it in there. Maybe with a hole in her head the one in her chest would close. Maybe with dead eyes they would stop looking so cold.

Was it better to speak or to die?

Just when she felt the nauseous feeling forming in her lungs and rise to her mouth, did she believe it was better to do the latter. She’d rather die from love than feeling none at all, she decided the moment she heard one could remove the curse laying over her.

She didn’t want to be alone, but how could someone tolerate her like this? How could anyone love her when seeing the mess she was over a man who would never love her back? They would notice her longing sooner or later and not be content anymore with coming second in her heart. They would leave her to die without regret filling their eyes. A pathetic disaster was what she saw when she looked in the mirror across from her place on the floor. With her hair tussled and greasy and the same clothes lingering and rotting on her body for day, she couldn’t blame him. If there was one unlovable person, it was her. Who was she to blame someone to leave her when she wanted to leave herself too? Leave it behind and start a new life as a shadow in these walls.

The loudness of her love made most people turn away and now that she was alone, she felt the weight of her feeling crashing down on her. Making her stumble on the broken cobble stone of dreams in her mind and scratching her skin with every fall of a petal from her mouth. A soft thing such as a flower was harming her more than any knife could. Marking her insides with loneliness and sorrow. Reminding her every time that she looked up from the notebook in her lap what misery she was living in.

She almost missed the soft sound against her front door, listening carefully until it appeared once more, clearer this time - more insistent. She didn’t dare to say a word, though she moved closer to it’s origin and the hand knocking. Pushing the flowers out of her way as she crawled across the room, her legs still shaking in weakness and not being able to handle her weight.

“Y/n,” Noel’s voice called for her from the other side. “I know you’re in there.” Transmitting his words through the wood and into her ear, which was tightly pressed against it, he sounded almost sad to her - embarrassed and disappointed.

Tears were forming in her eyes by the simple reminder of he used to talk to her for hours on end about what was happening with Liam at the moment and how much of a cunt he was being once again. He sounded the same then, just louder. Angrier and more threatening. Now it was like he was afraid of being heard by anyone else but her. The ghosts in the walls were listening, urging him to speak louder though he wouldn’t - not when this wasn’t anybody’s business but theirs. He only prayed for her not to be one of them.

He needed to know what had happened to them and for that to happen, he needed to get her alone and make her open up to him like she’d done all those times before. In one of their beds, late at night, with a joint passed between them, and their loud voices and giggles being reported by a neighbour. He wanted her to talk to him now like she’d done then. So carefree and confident with no doubts in her mind. It made his flee too.

“Please open the door,” he told her, talking without an answer in sight. “I need to talk to you.”

The silence around him was disturbed by a door opening, an old lady was looking out of her flat with curiosity in her gaze, watching the man at the ‘whore’s’ door, begging for what seemed forgiveness. She’d seen it before, and when she recognized that fact, she shut her door once more, huffing with an eye roll and some muttered curses towards them both.

“Please,” he said once more, hearing shuffling on the other side at his plea. “Just let me in.”

He was about to give up, to leave his heart at her doorstep and let her throw it away. At least then it got to be held by her once in it’s lifetime.

Leaning his forehead against the wood he heard a small voice whisper through it, “I can’t.” The hurt and angst catching him off-guard, he’d never heard her this fragile. Her voice breaking and new tears flowing from her eyes, joined by sobs shortly after. A chorus of repeated denials towards him following it all. An orchestra of defeat lacing her words.

“Why? Why can’t you let me in?” In Noel’s eyes there was no reason for her to not at least open the door for him. He couldn’t have done something so cruel for her not even being able to face him, could he?

“You’d hate me.”

“I won’t hate you. Y/n, I could never hate you,” he quickly assured her.

The girl’s sobs intensified until they melted together with coughing sounds. It sounded to him like she was hurling on her feelings, hurling on her tears and suffocating on the words she didn’t say to him.

“Y/n, open the door.” His fist grew louder with every cough, every sound from her side of the door only made him worry more. Every time she didn’t answer he was getting more comfortable with the fact that he cared more about her than he should.

Pressing his whole weight against the wood, Noel pushed against it until the lock broke and the door opened, revealing a sight he’d never seen as possible to happen. The room was covered in flowers, more appearing with every cough. And she, she was slumped over in the middle of it all, guitar and notebook discarded to let her try and breath properly. Without a second thought as to what was happening, Noel rushed to her side, propping her up for her lungs to catch more air in them.

“Hey, hey,” he started panicking, turning her face to make her look at him. Her eyes were a dark grey, much less of the colours that blended into one another, which he loved seeing close up whenever they were talking, appeared now to his sight. Her cheeks were hollow, there was less colour overall in her face. Everything in her seemed dead. The only living thing being the flowers and him. “It’s alright, love. Whatever it is, we can fix it. I’ll help you.” He thought for a moment as to what to do next. “Let’s get you to the hospital.”

Noel already tried propping her body up and walking out with her, until her weight slumped down, crashing against the cold floor and making her cry out in pain. More flowers appearing from her lungs.

“I can’t,” she repeated once more. “It’s too late.”

She’d read enough to know that this was it, she’d die because of love and he wouldn’t know that the body in his arms was a love he never reciprocated and never would. It was all the way she thought it’d come. He’d try to help, because he’s someone who’d break the world to help his closest friends and family. Noel Gallagher would rather die than be the reason part of his closest circle not receiving help.

He’d always help. But maybe, just this once, he couldn’t help.

“No,” he begged whoever was willing to listen, hoping it was her. “No, don’t do this. You’re good. You’re alright. This is all just a bad dream, one you have to find the person you love next to you in bed when you wake up.” Noel closed his eyes shut, his head tilting up as if it would use for some force to hear him and his prayers. “This is all just a bad dream and you’re alright. You’re alright and I will wake up next to you because that’s how it’s supposed to be. I’ll wake up next to you every morning coming and I’ll love you more with every second breath because that’s how we’re meant to end. In love. Not like this. For fucks sake, don’t die now, Y/n. Please, I love you.”

The weight was lifting, the hurt in her chest decreasing. She could breath again, her lungs were free from flowers, free from hurt. Inhaling deeply, she held his shoulders to steady herself against his body, before letting herself fall into his chest. Curling up into him like he could protect her from everything outside of her control.

Noel, unaware of what was happening, held her close to not make her shut him out again. Tears from his eyes landing on the top of her head, falling together with his lips to feel her whole.

“It’s okay. Everything’s alright, I’ve got you,” he whispered into her ear as he watched the flowers dissolving on by one. And with every petal leaving the floor, she breathed steadier and deeper. “Fuck, love, you really scared me. Don’t do it again, please.”

“I promise.”

"I love you too."

[razberrypuck]

do you have any predictions for the next adventure time eps? they will kill us all for sure, any thoughts on how exactly that could happen?

I'm gonna be so forreal I have no idea what they could possibly throw at us,,, they could do ANYTHING and 99% of the options would be horribly angsty. I don't have any specific theories/predictions so have an assortment of random thoughts instead

I will say that I don't think simon is gonna die. aside from betty's wish being for the power to keep him safe and him literally being in her presence, I don't think it'd be a satisfying conclusion to his arc. like,, every universe he's been to has repeatedly screamed the words "YOU, SIMON PETRIKOV, ARE IMPORTANT AND LOVED AND YOUR LIFE HAS VALUE" in his face, he learns nothing, and then dies. yeah it'd be sad, but from a story standpoint it's just not it for me. there are much worse things than death that he could experience.

I would like betty and simon to have an actual serious talk about the issues in their relationship but I doubt either of them have thought about it much jsjfjej with one refusing to grieve his fiancée and try to move forward and the other literally being an incomprehensible eldritch deity of chaos. even so I hope simon still calls her all the pet names he had and I hope how lovey-dovey this guy is with golbetty freaks the scarab out.

SPEAKING OF SCRABBY I've been thinking about it and I don't think golb is The Boss in question, bc it seems like The Boss sent the scarab directly to simon -- so unless golbetty completely misjudged how murder-y the scarab was, it probably isn't her. besides, why would the embodiment of chaos be in charge of the people keeping the multiverse in order? either way I want scrabby to be stupid afraid of golbetty. I think it would be Funny.

I've mentioned this before but I hope the b-plot is about our ooo, and how simon just Went Missing. I also kinda hope episodes 9 and 10 are structured the way 1 and 2 were, in the way that one episode is solely about fionna and cake, and the other is solely about simon. I think it would be a nice way to come full circle.

also I would like to see prismo again please release him from The Cube my man is INNOCENT

back to simon and betty. I want golbetty to tell simon to give her the crown and I want him to refuse, at least for a little bit. I want him to say he needs it, to save fionna and cake's universe. I want him to admit that he doesn't WANT to become the ice king again, that he never did, that he still despises every second he spent as that crazy old wizard, but people liked him more anyway and I'm helping people by doing this and that makes it worth it.

end of thoughts I might rb this and add more later but!!!!!! there's so much they can do and I'm afraid of All Of It I just hope simon doesn't get a horrific ending. ALSO feel free to add on your own thoughts/theories/predictions/etc (this goes for everyone :]) I want to see them!!!!!!!

[bluelizze]

To be or not to be, a sinner's invitation

tomura shigaraki x oc (oc-center)

*This arc takes place the same time when the U.A Traitor Arc took place. a week before the Final War Arc. however, this arc specifically took place right before the war arc began (right before ep 5)

*also yes, this is hugely inspired by Focalors’ Execution from 4.2 bc fun fact, this scene was one of the first scenes I developed when creating my oc and that cutscene really inspired me to write it

tw: dialog heavy, religions/cult talk, hints of child abuse, oc death (by suicide, mention of killing oneself), deaths, sexual harassment hinted, grammer errors maybe, manipulation (by the bastard afo)

Tomura woke up and saw Rochelle but she had an entirely different look. Her hair turned completely white like the moon, her outfit is now more simple but it’s white as well.

“Ah… you’re awake… thank goodness…”

She looked relieved and helped Tomura up. “Stay in the circle.” she ordered gently, and he listened. She was the only one who could tell him what to do.

“Rochelle…”

“Ah… she’s not here.” What does she mean?

“I’m not Rochelle. That was never my name.” She stood up and stepped back so that Tomura could get a full view of her.

He noticed that she was barefoot and had bandages around her right ankle. She looked like an angel.

“I am Yukina Mizumoto.” She began. “The goddess of the Mizumoto Estate. At least that’s what everyone says I am.”

“... what’s going on? Where are we?” Tomura has so many more questions but these were the ones that came out.

“Hahaha… I know it’s a bit confusing, which is understandable since you weren’t fully yourself back there. To answer your second question, don’t worry,  we are safe. I transported us to a safe location away from him.” She explained.

There was something in her tone that seemed different. Not only has she become less informal… no… she was speaking as if she was not human. 

“The glyph under you helps to keep his consciousness out of you. At least for the time being. I even did my best to ensure the protection will last for a bit in the aftermath.”

“What do you mean ‘for the time being’?” Tomura asked. Deep down, he knows something will go bad and he probably knows what it is. But he refuses to think what he thinks it is.

She chuckled. “Well… to put it simply… you are invited to my execution.” Right before then, a reaper appeared with a scythe ready to slice. 

Tomura's eyes widened. “Your… execution?” He doesn’t know if hearing it from her was better or worse.

“It’s simple really… It's because of All for One… because he is afraid that he will lose and that he will do anything to get his way. Seeing how he can control you… was the final nail on the coffin for “me”.”

“He knew about my real identity all along. But for his successor’s sake, he kept his mouth shut, thinking that it can build up hatred instead once you realized I was a liar.”

What does she mean by liar? No… She wasn’t a liar.

“However, it backfired him. He saw his successor experiencing something that he considered weak. Genuine love. Something that he realized too late. But as soon as he heard that his successor was going to inherit his power, he realized that he could use it to his advantage.”

“Wait.” Tomura interrupted. “What do you mean by real identity?”

“Oh.” She giggled. “I should’ve started with explaining my origins.”

She sighed and started. “It started the moment I was born. I had the most unnatural look anyone in the estate could lay eyes upon. White hair with shades of ocean blue, heterochromic eyes of blue and gray— everyone thought that I was a gift from the gods. But someone else thought otherwise and said maybe I am a goddess, reborn into a moral human.” Tomura stood agape

“I was given the most specialist treatment, but it was suffocating. They always gave me coins and food. But I was always concerned when someone would give me someone else’s belongings, especially if it’s someone or something dear to them. I came to find out later that it was because it was not a place of religious saints… but a cult.”

A cult…?

“Once I found out about it, I was mortified. I’ve done many attempts to escape that hellhole but every time I failed and would always get severely punished. It’s weird. Punishing their goddess? But I see it as if they were punishing an innocent child.”

She turned and looked down as she stepped away from Tomura.

“I never asked for this. I never asked for this role that I was thrusted into. “Life isn’t fair”, is what people always say. But why aren’t they doing anything to make it fair?”

She turned with a smile of hope. “But I did manage to escape once.”

She puts her hands where her heart is and holds it.

“I didn’t know where to go. I was never allowed to go outside of the room since the people at the estate said that it’s dangerous. But I managed to run into some kids my age. They were playing pretend. I was so intrigued that I just watched. But one kid noticed me.”

She looked up and smiled sweetly. Why was she looking at him like that?

“He asked, "Do you wanna play heroes with us?” I didn’t know what a hero was so I told him that I don’t know what he was talking about and he and his friends explained to me. It sounded fun so I joined. My role was to play the person being saved and the boy being a hero.”

She looked at him fondly, but it felt like she wasn’t looking at him.

“For the first time, I felt happiness. I never experienced something like that before… and I craved for more. I didn’t want to leave. Alas, someone had found me and took me the estate… and I got severely punished. It was probably the worst punishment I’ve ever received.” 

He was horrified, but he wasn’t prepared for what she asked him.

“Do you know about the boy I am talking about?”

He knows. And he wishes he doesn’t. He had always thought about the girl he invited to play. He thought that maybe she had shared the same looks as her or something. Maybe he knew it was her all along. He just didn’t want to face it.

“It… was you…?” His voice trembled.

She giggled. How can she giggle at a time like this?

“Yes. yes it is, Tenko-kun.”

“Ever since that day, I’ve been more and more disparate. To feel that feeling… that feeling and experience of being a normal human… because to me… it is to be part of the greatest performance.”

Her expression barely changed by Tomura can feel a shift in her tone of what she said next.

“It wasn’t after a couple years later I managed to run away permanently. I found an old opera house and was offered to live there. There I learnt how to play many different roles. But no matter how many roles I played, no matter how different which role was, I was favored for my looks. It takes me back to that hoffied time in my childhood and one day I snapped. But yet, it made me feel relieved. So night after I get chased for my looks, I lead them backstage and kill them. A bad habit I know but… how am I supposed to shake off the disgusting feeling of being known for only my outer beauty?”

Now he understands. The reason why she hates being complemented. It wasn’t because she hated them in general. She just hated their weak meanings behind it.

But Tomura never saw her outer beauty. Rather, he saw more of her inner beauty. Maybe it was because she saw his inner beauty that he was able to see her’s.

“It wasn’t long until I killed off the owner of the opera house, who only took me in for my looks. There, I created the persona. The “me” you see is that of a goddess. The “me” you have gotten to know was a human named “Rochelle de Leblanc.” Unlike “me”, she can feel anything a normal human would feel. Joy, rage, sadness. All the above and below. Despite the laws of a human, she was perfect. She was everything I wanted to be. So, I continued to play as “Rochelle” to fulfill my fantasy of being a “normal human being.”

Tomura’s voice waver. He doesn’t know what to say.

“My acting was almost perfect. I was even surprised that you guys didn’t notice. But the Meta Army created the crack in my perfect mask and it was All for One who finally broke it.”

“So… you’re going to kill yourself… because of Master…?

She turned to him and just smiled. It was sweet yet there was a sort of sinister hint in her eyes. Yet, her eyes had room to have the look of softness for Tomura.

The same softness given to him whenever he takes a break from fighting Machia all those months ago.

She walked towards him. Staying out of the glyph, and cooed, “Aw… getting a little teary-eyed? That’s a little unlike you.” 

“There… has to be another way… I'm back now…”

She looked at him with a small smile, “Unfortunately, this is temporary… I can’t keep this up for long even if I continue to live. Well, he couldn’t allow me anyways so it doesn’t even matter. And it’s taking on a toll for me so…” 

“Then rest… please…”

But he knows that if she does,  he might go back to being him again and neither wants that.

“I will soon. Don’t worry.”

Tomura starts to breathe heavily but he tries to keep it quiet. He doesn’t want to cry in front of her right now. 

She reaches out for him, but doesn’t touch him. “Shhh… it’s okay… it’s okay… you can let it out…”

He didn’t even realize tears were starting to pour down. 

“If it weren’t for him, I would’ve loved to destroy this cursed society along with you. Afterall, they should be the ones who should be guilty of their crimes since we are as equally as guilty. It’s just that society has such standards that one might question if they don’t look hard enough.”

“So Tomura-kun… what will you do now?”

Tomura still has so many questions. Not even half were answered. But he knew no matter how hard he tries, she will always dance her way through them to avoid answering. But she has no intentions of hiding.

So what is she really planning?

“I will still destroy. I can’t turn back to it now.”

He simply said. And that’s the truth.

She had a bit of shock but quickly changed her expression to a more sorrowful one, like she knew that was the answer she was expecting but wishes it was something different.

“Even so… I still want you… to live in a world where you can be who you really are… with me… I want to get to know you more. I want… I’m doing this for you. And yet, you are just giving yourself away like this…”

He’s not begging. He doesn’t want to. Because no matter how much he begged, she won’t change her mind. That just shows how stubborn he is. It’s probably because of him. 

“I love you Yuki-chan. And you’re taking my heart with you… please…” He told himself he wouldn’t beg. But he can’t help it.

“...I’m sorry… that heart belongs to Rochelle… not me… I can’t take it.”

“But Yuki-chan… you’ve always been there. From the first time we met as kids. From the moment you joined the League. When I treated you like a ghost. When taking care of me when I was fighting Machia. Hell, even when I was in surgery you watched me! You see? I don’t care where you came from or what you become after that. I care about you! All of you!”

There was a long silence. Yukina looked shocked. But she sadly smiled and that look alone, gave Tenko the answer.

“You really… are devious ones… but then again… that’s the one thing I love about you… Yuki-chan.”

Yukina smiled and looked up.

“Ah… My final hour is here… and now I must take my final bow. I must say… I’m a little scared of death. But I will welcome it with open arms…”

With a soft look, “Take care, Tenko-kun… I hope you will be able to live a life full of happiness… just like I wish I had… and I hope we meet again… in another life. I love you.”

Tenko held his breath as Yukina softly started dancing under the scythe that would soon drop. He wants to move, but his body refuses. All he could do was watch. Watch Yukina dancing away to her death.

There was a soft look on her face, like she had accepted that this was her end, yet she was happy. What is she happy about? Why is she happy?

What felt like forever, she finally took her final curtsy and waited, as the reaper raised the scythe.

As soon as Tenko reached his hand out for Yukina, the scythe went for her neck and the next thing he knew, he was back in the hellhole of a cave.

He was stunned. He couldn’t even get to at least see Yukina’s corpse. He fell to his knees, processing what just happened before he slowly started to scream.

Shuichi heard the pain scream and went over to the depths of the cave to check Tomura, holding the hand and blue flower that his dearest friend always wore in her hat.

[jugheadthelesbian]

Hi, it's me, I'm back. I'm here to make another request!! This is 2 out of 2 (or 3, I'm still undecided) and this one is for some good old fashioned angst 😻😻

Uh so for this one I was wondering if you could take that silly hospital stay from my hogwarts dr and use it to your advantage.. I can text you actual details abt what happened at the end of the ootp plot line that this falls into ofc bc idk how much of me yapping abt it you remember but it's basically about the whole department if mysteries fiasco.

Uh yeah if you need any extra details that aren't remembered from the aftermath of all that just lmk <3

-Alice 💥💥

hi lovely, it is finally done 💗 this is for alice specifically, but all my fred girlies can enjoy it

summary: alice sacrificed herself to save sirius in the end of the order of the phoenix and is put in a medically induced coma. here is fred’s reaction and inner thoughts during that time she’s in a coma. word count: 1760 words

warnings: this is angsty so mentions of violence, death, medically induced coma, hospitalization, and yeah read w caution i suppose

if u enjoy this please check my pinned post for sending requests!! i can also do deadpool and wolverine and acotar requests

“Where is she?” 

Fred’s voice is frantic as he shouts for the closest nurse at St. Mungo’s Hospital. As soon as he heard the news of Alice’s injury and her current condition from Ron, he apparated right away, not wasting any time with Floo powder or anything. He didn’t know exactly what had happened to Alice; he just knew that she had been injured in the battle and that he had to hurry. So, he apparated to the hospital in a rush, leaving Lee and George, who were with him at the time, without another word. 

“I’m sorry sir, I don’t know who you’re trying to find?” A nurse tells him, with knitted eyebrows of concern. Fred shakes his head, unable to form the correct words, unable to say Alice’s name like it might be what causes her to die. 

A hand rests on Fred’s shoulder. “Alice. Alice Newt. She was brought in here less than an hour ago, she’s injured. Badly.” George’s calm tone as he explains grounds Fred a little bit. It doesn’t save Alice, but it makes Fred feel a little less like he will die. “We’re family.” A little white lie on George’s part, but close enough. They’re her found family after all. 

Fred’s eyes wander as the nurse talks to George. His eyes land on a bleary-eyed Capella pacing in the waiting room. “Oh good,” she says, running to Fred once she sees him. “I was trying to figure out how to get in touch with you. She kept asking for you, kept begging me to get you. She was so scared,” Her eyes mist over, biting the inside of her cheek. “Our stupid, stubborn, brave girl.” 

“What… what happened?” Fred asks her, afraid to know. Afraid to know what he feels deep down. That something terrible has happened to Alice. It’s like he could feel this tear in his chest like a piece of him is missing. He knows whatever it is, it is bad. But he also knows she’s alive, he can feel that too. Capella purses her lips together, at a loss for words to explain what is happening. She grips his hand, squeezing it. 

“She was hit with the killing curse,” Capella explains, the breath catching in Fred’s throat as he listens to her. Hot tears well in his eyes, his anxiety rising. “In the arm. They had to remove it, but she will be okay.” She continues, and a little bit of the tightening grip on Fred’s heart loosens. 

He smiles, sighing in relief. “Oh thank Merlin,” He finally lets himself breathe properly. “So can I see her?” He asks, wanting to wrap his arms around her beautiful frame and kiss her all over. He wants to hold her forever, the concept of losing her out of his mind forever. He looks back at Capella and realizes she’s still distraught. He realizes that she wouldn’t have been upset when he first saw her if Alice was okay. Fuck. “She isn’t okay, is she?”

She shakes her head, face grim. “The doctors had to put her in a medically induced coma so her arm can heal. She won’t wake up for a while,” There’s a slight hesitation in her voice, a sob wracking her body. “There’s a chance she won’t wake up ever.” She tells him and suddenly it’s like the world has ended. He can see it, him holding Alice’s hand as she dies, never telling her all the things he hasn’t told her and delivering her euology and watching her body go into the ground. Suddenly it’s like she’s already dead, even though he knows she’s still alive. 

“Please take me to her, I need to see her. Hold her hand.” The words feel foreign on his tongue, like he isn’t the one saying them. He doesn’t remember opening his mouth to talk. Capella doesn’t say anything to him, just leads him, and Lee and George trail behind them. George puts his hand on Fred’s shoulder from behind. 

The room they’re keeping Alice in is stifling, feels like the air has been sucked out of it. Capella led him to the door but stopped outside of it. “I can’t go in and look at her, I’ll let you three be alone with her. I have some work to do, but I’ll see you out when you’re done.” Done, like he’ll be able to just leave her. Leave her to wake up at any moment without anyone. Yeah, that won’t be happening. It’s clear to him that he can’t leave her once he sees the state of the room she’s in. 

It’s completely empty, save for her cot and a tiny night stand. No record player for all the muggle records he buys her, none of her posters or pictures, no dresser for her to put the sweaters she steals from him, no bookshelves for her books, no armchairs for George and Lee to sit on to talk her ear off, nothing. It is so quiet. That’s when his eyes fall on her in the bed, looking so small in the big bed. He approaches her, tears spilling from his eyes. 

“Alice…” His voice comes out pleading, like if he says her name, she will wake up and smile her beautiful smile again and she’ll say his name the way she always does, like her pretty lips were made to say his name. Will he ever hear her voice again? He sits at her feet, her hair splayed around her head on the pillow like a halo. Her entire are is gone. She looks so sick. She has always been beautiful, but now she looks wrong. She looks so fragile. He’s never seen his strong, beautiful girl looking so weak. 

She doesn’t move at all at his voice. It was foolish of him to think she might. He’s sobbing now, any fear of looking weak gone at the realization that she really and truly might not make it. He sits there, he’s not sure for how long, thinking of the life they lived together. He remembers how she was before, when he had last seen her. He’d kissed her, told her he’d see her later, knowing she might not make it.

He should’ve said more. 

He should’ve told her to stay, that they would be fine without her. But that wasn’t true, they needed her and she never would’ve just sat by and done nothing. He should’ve gone with her. He could’ve protected her. “It isn’t your fault that this happened.” George tells him, as if he read his thoughts. 

Fred doesn’t look at George, can’t pull his eyes away from Alice’s body. He holds her hand in his. “It is. I could’ve prevented this,” He whispers, voice hoarse from sobbing. “She doesn’t look like herself.” 

George chuckles, half-heartedly. “Right? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her without her little grumpy pout. I don’t think she’s ever been this quiet, even when she’s sleepy, she’s still talking.” He says, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Fred hates it. Fred wants him to shut up. Alice should be awake, telling George off. Kissing Fred. Telling him all about the battle. But she’s not.

And there’s a chance she won’t ever be again. 

~~~~

Fred spends the whole summer there. They move a chair into Alice’s room and he brings other stuff too. Her record player, for one, and about a dozen records. He brings her a change of clothes every day he comes in, usually one of his sweaters. He reads to her, books he thinks she would like and books he knows are her favorites. He talks to her. 

The nurses know him by name, giving him updates or talking to him about the latest Quidditch matches. They don’t talk about the war. Fred tries not to think about the war and it isn’t hard as the only thing he can think about is if Alice will be okay. Some days, Lee and George come with him. Other days, her friends are there too or Ron and Harry and Hermione. But, there isn’t a day that Fred isn’t there. He wants to be there when she wakes up. 

Today feels different as soon as he walks into the hospital. The front desk nurses smile and address him by name. He walks the familiar route to Alice’s hospital room, a book tucked to his chest. When he walks in, his heart plummets. There’s a cluster of doctors around Alice’s hospital bed. “…what’s going on?” He asks cautiously. 

“Oh, good!! Fred!” Capella smiles when she sees him, the closest one to Alice and the door. “I was wondering when you would be here.” She hands him a coffee, kissing his cheek as a greeting. “It is good to see you, angel.” 

“What’s going on right now?” He repeats, squeezing her in a hug gently. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s good!! Alice, she’s ready for them to start taking her off the medicine that’s keeping her in the coma. They’re doing it right now!” She is hopeful. Fred knew today was going to be different. He sighs in relief. 

So, over the next few days, Alice is under heavy monitoring, people watching to make sure she isn’t going to slip into a nonmedical coma. Fred sits in the corner as they watch over her. Eventually, she starts to blink away, still not fully there but able to open her eyes and blink. 

It’s two weeks later when she wakes up fully. “Where… am I?” She asks Fred, who’s the only one in the room. He gasps, throwing his arms around her gently, a muttered “baby, you’re alive” whispered into her hair. He kisses her head. She shoves him away. “What the fuck are you doing?” She pulls out her IV drip in a hurry, shoving him to the floor and standing over him, wearing nothing but his huge sweater and her hospital gown. 

“Alice…” Fred whispers, cautiously. She stands over him, ready to throw punches. He stands up. “I’m sorry baby, it’s me. It’s Fred, baby. You’re safe. Please, lay back down.” He tells her, taking a step forward. Her fight is gone and he helps her back into bed. 

She sighs into his side. “I’m sorry.” She mumbles, kissing him. 

“You scared the shit out of me, love.” He kisses her back. “Never do that again. But you’re okay and I’m okay. I love you more than anything. Now, tell me why you thought that being a fucking hero was a good idea.” 

[dissectedgrrl]

okay so a while ago i mentioned a the good place rtc au

n so i finally made one :D

keep in mind this is j kind of a rough idea thing so not every detail is there but here are my ideas !! this also includes some headcanons for the characters so dont mind certain parts

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so it kind of follows the same plot as the show

karnak is like michael and he tells the choir where they are, what happened, etc

he got their names right + the fact that they were the choir n referred to as "the six saints" in the news

but he got their personalities mixed up with other students

he thinks they volunteered, helped out a lot of people, etc.

he doesnt know about mischa stealing wine, ocean bullying literally everyone, etc

but the choir knows its all wrong n have to find out what went wrong, how to get out, etc (just everything eleanor went thru)

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cast of characters :

Ocean O'Connell Rosenburg

she/her , lesbiaB, learning 2 languages, can speak 5

Ocean is in COMPLETE denial that she doesnt belong in the good place. i mean why wouldn't she ? shes ocean o'connell rosenburg. shes perfect. shes supposed to be here.

she tries to remain as perfect as possible while in the good place

she keeps calling karnak "god" no matter how many times he tells her there is no god in the good place. sometimes she does it on accident

the soulmate she got matched up with is constance

^ when she was told that she blurted out "WHAT ? WE ONLY KISSED ONCE !!!!" and everyone just kind of . . . . stared at her

most likely says the "all neutral people should go to Cincinnati" joke

Constance Blackwood

she/her, bilingual and bisexual

Constance doesn't want to leave the good place but she knows it isnt right for her to stay

she loves ocean, but being her soulmate takes a lot of patience (that constance sometimes doesnt have)

she got SO excited about the free froyo flavors

"mmm . . . . warm laundry flavor 😍"

when ocean said the kissing thing constance was j kinda like "🧍"

Savannah

("jane doe")

she/they/it, pan demisexual demiromantic (i swear im not projecting 😭 /srs)

i have a lot to say abt her 💀

since she doesnt know who she really is she tries to learn as much as she can in the good place

^ she always has a "why" to ask n gets frustrated if she cant figure something out

^ it LOVES learning

^ whenever something interests them they get really excited

karnak gave them their doll n when they asked why all he said was "shes nice"

^ ever since then shes LOVED dolls n just toys in general

its favorite thing to learn about is toys

it has a lot of toys n keep all of them in a toy chest

when she learned she could eat food she just didnt stop 😭

^ they LOVE food but their cooking skills arent the best . . . .

^ its favorite savory food is pizza. dont ask why they just like it . . . . all kinds of pizza too

she really really likes music as well

^ favorite artists are frank sinatra and edith piaf !!

its soulmate is ricky

^ she LOVES him like theyre so close (i havent decided if theyre gonna be platonic, romantic, or both, but for now lets j say theyre best friends !!)

^ her and rickys relationship kind of confuses her bc all the other souldmates kiss n hold hands n what not but her n ricky just kind of . . . . watch star trek and talk about their interests together

they HATE being photographed and recorded, the smell of smoke, big rollercoasters, and anything people use to smoke (weed especially)

it hates being called creepy and having people afraid of her

shes really nice and smart but no one (expect ricky n the rest of the choir) rlly gives them a chance :/

Mischa Bachinski

he/him, bi, speaks same languages as he does in canon universe

soulmate is noel

he loves music (we all know this) and listens to any recommendation he gets

has to try and keep calm while in the good place so no one gets suspicious

his weakness is animals . . . . show him a rabbit n he will cry istg

^ hes a dog person but tries to hid it bc noel prefers cats

he doesnt rlly like sweets but hes okay w the free froyo (only SPECIFIC flavors tho)

he asked karnak if his mom was also in the good place, but didnt get a straight answer, but karnak hinted at a yes

^ his goal is to find his mom while he has time in the good place

^ hes doing everything he can to find her and is convinced he gets closer every day

Noel Gruber

he/she, gay (and maybe bigender or genderfluid ? idk yet), speaks english n french

he rlly likes black coffee like . . . . a lot

^ mischa says he hates coffee, but hes never tried it so noel is determined to make him drink it

noel sees the good place as a second chance at life

^ she hopes to get to live out her monique dreams here

secretly hates mischa's music taste 💀

noel introduced jane to edith piaf !

Ricky Potts

he/they, pan + trans demiboy, can speak english n pig latin (when jane asked why he just said "itsyay ustjay oremay unfay anthay englishyay !")

he loves living with jane because he gets to ramble n he gets to hear her ramble as well

^ him n jane have cats ! :D

^ every other saturday night ricky n jane watch spiderman movies while eating pizza. they look forward to that saturday every week !

he actually CAN cook

he claims he doesnt have a favorite cat but Captain Butterscotch is always with him . . . . suspicious

one of their favorite pastimes is looking out the telescope thats in their backyard at night

^ he likes to name stars (even if they already have names)

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okay thats all i got so far ! if you have any suggestions or anything feel free to tell me ! srry if there are any spelling errors i wrote this down so fast bc i had to get these idea out or else i would implode 💔

[triplexdoublex]

Literally the only thing I can think of is that when he said “made some songs” and then his tweet about not going to the met gala but feeling accomplished anyways he sent Megan some song that might of mentioned her as a heads up and the song wasint nice bc all of a sudden her name is latched onto Brian’s ex Vanessa’s and Vanessa is defending her saying “we all make mistakes” when Vanessa is usually hating on Megan. Like his sad boy album was low key direct especially if ur a fan and know about wats going on and if he said something that was even more direct she might of freaked out. Her disappearing like this everytime he mentions her or tells his side of the story and then coming back when she realizes it wasint that bad 👀👀👀 and trying to shade him makes me think she’s afraid of how honest he’s going to be. Bc girl u expected him to handle u calling him abusive but u can’t handle him calling u manipulative??? You want him to let u shade him but bc u diddnt get enough attention on ur own u want to now piggy back off of his events and follow him around??? Idk I just have this feeling she’s afraid of how honest he’s going to be and the backlash she’s about to get from his fans. Bc the public doesn’t give af anymore, she has absolutely no new projects and just did a whole new hairstyle but his fans are already on edge from sad boy and are waiting for the slightest hint from him to go after her. If he was to ever say anything that indicated that she lied about some fucked up shit it would be over for her. She wants to sit there and cry about the public hating her but would absolutely freak tf out if the fans was to ever bring that same energy they had for everyone else to her. I mean I’ve seen certain fans bring down blogs, articles sites and the owners social medias, bully them into taking everything down and then making them go private ect but I think they are holding back bc of Colson and they arint sure how he feels about her yet

Yeah I feel like his fans are in limbo, not wanting to upset him but also knowing he deserves much better than her. She just wants to be a victim so bad it’s disgusting when there is literally real victims out there suffering and wishing they weren’t one.

[ave09]

Oooh could you please write a fic where John Book (from Witness (1995)) has to hide out in a Jewish community and ends up falling in love with Jewish fem!Reader but this time he stays and marries her?

YES! pardon my french, but i fucking love john book! as much as i love han and indy, john is definitely my favorite harrison ford character and witness is my favorite harrison ford movie.

stronger

john book x jewish!reader

note; this is a long one and i apologize in advance, it got a lil sloppy at the end bc i was tired 😭, but this is 100% the best thing i’ve written for tumblr imo. also, i am not jewish and don’t know much about judaism, so i hope that this is somewhat realistic. might make a part two to this, we’ll see what happens

ALSO: I JUST WATCHED THE TWO HARRISON FORD JACK RYAN MOVIES—OH LORD IM IN LOVEEE

“ma’am. can you please tell me what you saw? is there anything you remember that you didn’t before?” 

“i told you everything i know, officer.” you stated. it was true. despite the image’s continuing to pass through your mind, you couldn’t think of anything that you hadn’t mentioned. 

“well, could you go over it again?” you huffed, glancing at the handsome officer seated in front of you, “i told you. i went to the washroom, someone was washing their hands. i entered the stall, locked the door as i did so, i noticed through the crack of the door, a black man and a white man entered the washroom. you know the rest.” 

“tell me again.” 

“i admire your persistence, mr. book, but i’ve told you about three times now.”

“well let me hear it again.” he said, hazel eyes staring intently at you. you sighed deeply, the images flashing through your mind rapidly as you spoke of them again. 

“the white man covered the woman’s head with a jacket, strangling her, the other took out a knife, slitting her throat.” 

“and then?” 

“i only saw the black man’s face, but he and the white man left.” 

john book nodded, his gaze flickering to the file on the desk in front of him. “and of all the men we’ve shown you, you haven’t recognized any?” 

you shook your head, “it was only a glimpse, but i remember.” john pursed his lips, setting down the red pen in his hand before folding his hands before him, remaining silent.

you picked at your fingernails out of nervous habit, “mr. book, when will i be able to go home?” you questioned, “my father is waiting for me, i’m sure he’s worried sick.” 

“i’m afraid we’re gonna have to keep you around for a little while longer, ma’am.” he replied, “but please, feel free to call your father, let him know you’ll be staying here a little while longer.” your eyes widened, “mr. book-“

“john is fine.” 

“mr. book, i cannot stay!” you exclaimed, “i must go home!” 

the man sent you a smirk, rising from his seat, “feel free to use denise’s phone, she’s right over there, now excuse me.” before you could even protest, the man rose quickly, walking away, leaving you alone in the crowded police station.

you huffed in annoyance, rising from

your own seat, turning to go to the desk that was used by a woman named denise. you walked past an awards display and paused, taking a moment to admire all the trophies. 

and that’s what you saw it. 

a picture of a man, a familiar man. you gasped softly, realizing where you knew him from. 

he was the one in the bathroom. 

the murderer.

“hey, aren’t you gonna call-“ john trailed off, noticing how tense you were, “you alright?” you pointed at the picture, “that’s him.”

“what?”

“the man from the bathroom. that’s him.” 

— — — — — —

you sat in john’s small apartment, waiting for his return. he’d called earlier, claiming that you needed to pack your bags and he would take you home.

it was abrupt, concerning. but you did as he said anyways. your bags were packed and ready to go.

you wondered what caused the change of heart. as of this morning, he was still insisting you stick around. and now he was willing to send you back to your village. 

it was all strange. 

suddenly, john burst through the door, breathing heavily. you caught sight of red liquid blooming through his white button up shirt. your eyes widened, “mr. book-“

“get your stuff,” he panted, heading toward the bathroom, “mr. book!” you called, watching as the man leaned against the door, breathing deeply. 

you cautiously moved towards him, placing a gentle hand upon his shoulder, “john.” 

he finally glanced at you, hazel eyes swimming with worry. “are you okay?” you asked softly. he licked his lips, nodding, “fine. i’m fine.” and without another word, he slipped into the bathroom, leaving you to await his return. 

— — — — — —

the drive to your village was silent, the only sound being the hum of the engine. you glanced up at the man in the driver’s seat. his face held a stoic expression, gaze fixated on the road ahead. 

and yet he seemed troubled. you wished to ask what was bothering him, but refrained. surely you’d only irritate him further. 

his large hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, turning it as the vehicle entered through the open gates of her community village. he continued driving until you spotted the familiar figures of your mother and father. 

“stop here.” 

but the car continued to roll forward. 

you glanced over at john, only to see him

blinking slowly, his body tilting forward slightly. “john? john!” he slumped forward, the car continuing to move forward. 

you could hear your father screaming, “look out!” 

and before you knew it, the vehicle smashed into the large oak, smoke billowing from under the hood. thankfully, neither of you had received any injuries.

you immediately looked to john, trying to wake him. your eyes darted to the blood blooming through his shirt. you knew something was wrong! this had to be it! your fingers tugged on the fabric, ripping it away to get a better look at the wound. 

it had been poorly bandaged, but considering the size, you assumed it to be a gunshot wound.  your father rushed towards your side of the car, throwing the door open, “Bistu gut!?” (are you alright?)

“yo, ober er iz nisht! ikh darf rufn an ambulance!” (yes, but he’s not! i need you to call an ambulance!) you were so panicked that your two languages were mixing now. 

john groaned, “no, no ambulance.” he muttered weakly. “what do you mean? you are hurt john, you need medical attention!” 

“they’ll find me.” 

you furrowed your brows, “who will find you?” you asked softly. the man let out a shakey sigh, taking your hand, giving it a firm squeeze, “no hospitals.”

you glanced at your father, “bet di mame zi zal tsugreytn meyn tsimer far im, bite.” (ask mama to prepare my room for him, please.)

your father shook his head, “mir kenen nit dem mentsh-“ (we don’t know this person.)

“papa please.” you begged, your voice cracking in desperation. your father hesitated for a moment before nodding, and rushing back to the house. 

you turned back to john, holding his hand a little tighter, whispering, “just hold on.” 

— — — — —

it had been two days since you and your family had taken john book into your home, and he’d yet to awaken. 

you hadn’t left his side.

your mother was kind and had been taking care of him. she’d patched up his side and given him antibiotics to fight off the infection. but you had seen such a different side of him these past two days.

it was strange how such a strong person became weak in the matter of a second. john had been trembling, talking deliriously as the fever got to him. his dialogue spanned from threats to pleas. it was hard to watch. 

“i’ll fucking kill you-back off.” 

“don’t even try it, don’t fucking try it.” 

“just let me die. i’ve got nothin’ to live for.”

“you wanna kill me? go for it, put me out of my damn misery.” 

your mother tried to will you to leave him during these times, but you refused. at one point, it was getting so bad that you moved to leave, but then he called your name.

it was soft, a whimper. one could barely make it out, but he said it. so you stayed. 

it was the third morning when he finally awoke. you had fallen asleep in the chair beside the bed, completely exhausted. 

but your eyes had fluttered open to see john gazing at you. you couldn’t fight the smile that spread across your lips, “hi john.” you greeted, leaning forward.

“hi doll.” he replied, his voice soft. “how are you feeling?” 

“shitty.” you suppressed a laugh, “you pulled through, we didn’t know if you’d make it.” 

“well i’m a survivor, that’s what i do.” 

you rose from your seat, moving towards the door, “i’ll let my mother know you’re up, so we can get you some real food.” as you turned the corner, he called you back, “hey-“

you peeked around the doorway, “yes?” 

“thank you, for saving my life.” 

you smiled softly, “you’re welcome.” and without another word, exited the room. 

— — — — — —

a week or so had passed since john came to stay in your home, and he’d quickly grown accustomed to your lifestyle. being jewish, you had specific rules you had to follow.

one could not mix milk and meat, one could not eat pork, one must not profane God’s name and so many more.

but john was doing his best to follow them all. 

but there was one rule that he was struggling to follow, and it wasn’t one set by the jewish community, but by your father. 

stay away from my daughter.

you didn’t know about this rule of course, which led you to spend more time with the man. 

and in all honesty… you were falling for him. 

maybe it was his devilishly handsome looks, his charm and charisma, his dedication to pleasing your community. 

there was no doubt about it, your feelings grew stronger every time you were around him. 

little did you know, he was feeling the very same way. 

sparks were flying, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. 

one night, you were in your room, saying your prayers, when someone knocked. “who is it?” you called.

“john.” 

“come in.” 

the door creaked open to reveal the handsome man, he sent you a smile as he approached the bed, “can i..?”

“yes, sit.” he did so, the mattress dipped slightly. he glanced at you, noticing your folded hands. “was i interrupting?” 

“oh, it’s fine-“

“no, no, go ahead, you can continue.” smiling softly, you closed your eyes to continue praying, but paused.

you opened them again, looking up at the man, “would you like to pray with me?” john seemed surprised to say the least, but, he nodded, “uh, yeah, sure.”

you watched as he folded his hands, bowing his head, eyes closed. you did the same, reciting a nightly prayer, “Praised are You, Adonai, our God, Ruler of the universe, who closes my eyes in sleep, my eyelids in slumber.

May it be Your will, Adonai, My God and the God of my ancestors, to lie me down in peace..”

unbeknownst to you, john had opened his eyes and was watching you-no-admiring you as you spoke. john had tried his best to keep his feelings out of this situation.. but he couldn’t help but fall for you.

you were everything he wasn’t, and it worked so well. you were all he needed. and he wanted you more then anything. 

you had finished up your prayer, opening your eyes to find john staring at you. you tilted your head, eyes narrowing in confusion, “what?”

the man remained silent, but instead, scooted closer to you. your furrowed your brows, “john?” 

the way he was looking at you now was overwhelming, and yet you yearned for more. slowly, he leaned in, hazel eyes darting to your lips.  

you were waiting, waiting for him to make a move. but he stilled, as though nervous.

‘just kiss me.’

unable to control yourself, you tilted your head upwards, capturing his lips in a short kiss. you pulled away quickly, seeing how he hadn’t reciprocated the action. 

worry set in, had you misread the signs? immediately you rose, “i-i’m sorry,” you went to move towards the door, but felt a large hand catch your wrist, whirling you back around, “come back here,” he mumbled before smashing his lips against yours. 

the act caught you by the surprise, but it didn’t take you long to melt into it, your arms snaking around his neck, his muscular arms holding your waist.

it was the most intimate thing you’d ever done, and you wanted so much more of it. 

— — — — — —

a few days had passed since john kissed you, or you kissed him. and you two of you had been doing everything you could to hide your “relationship.” sneaking kisses behind your family’s back, although, unbeknownst to you, your mother had caught you and john once, but had said nothing. happy to know you’d found someone who truly cared about you.

it was a fun little fantasy, and you enjoyed every second of it. 

but it came too an end too quickly.

john had finally tried to contact his partner, a nice man named elton carter, had been killed.

and that is when you received the news. 

“go back? you’re leaving?” 

he nodded, “yeah, tomorrow morning.” his voice was low, sad. he truly didn’t want to leave—he didn’t want to leave you.

“will you come back?” you knew why he had to go, but you could only hope he might return.

“i’ll try.” 

you felt tears sting your eyes, “i don’t want you to go, john.” you whispered, your voice cracking. he smiled softly, stepping towards you, engulfing you in a tight embrace. 

your body shook as you broke down in sobs, burying your head into his chest. “why must you go..?” 

“i know. i know.” he rested his head upon your head, “it will work out. i promise.” he whispered, pecking the top of your head.

that is how you spent the rest of the night. he laid with you, holding you close. cherishing every second with you… unaware of the terrors that would await in the morning. 

— — — — — — 

you awoke alone. you heard john downstairs, surely preparing to leave. 

you wished to bid him off. you quickly got out of bed, for once not carrying that you were still in the same clothes from the night before. 

you hurried down the stairs, trying to keep your emotions in check, but was surprised to find john standing there, looking shaken.

you immediately knew that something was wrong. 

“what’s the matter?” 

“they’re here. they found me.” you felt panic set in immediately. “h-how?” “i don’t know, but you gotta-“

“book!” 

your father and mother suddenly appeared by the staircase, worry in their eyes, “what’s going on? book, who are those people?” 

he turned to them, “i need you both to hide, go out the back, find someplace safe.” they didn’t  hesitate to run off. he glanced at you, “go with them.” 

you shook your head, “no.”

“doll, now is not the time to be stubborn-“

“book! we know you’re in there!” 

“john, i’m not leaving you alone with them!”

the man retrieved his handgun from the waistband of his pants, retrieving ammo from his pocket, “don’t you understand? they are going to try and kill me, they’ll try and hurt you too.”

“then i go down fighting.”

“no!” 

“book!” they were at the door now. 

you and john each exchanged wide eyed glances before you beckoned him upstairs. he followed quickly. the two of you entered your bedroom just as you heard the door break open downstairs. the only way out would be through the window and jumping off of the roof, which was somewhat safe considering the grass could cushion the fall. 

you threw open the window, beckoning him forward, but he shook his head, “you first! i’ll meet you on the ground!” 

you didn’t argue, but climbed out the window, careful not to hurt yourself. you then began to crawl towards the edge of the roof, when you heard a scuffle. 

someone had found him. everything in you told you to turn back, to help, but what could you do? you had no weapon, you hardly knew how to fight. . so you continued on. you were about to jump off the edge, when a gunshot echoed throughout the air. 

you whipped around, waiting to see who exited the window. praying it would be john. 

a wave of relief washed over you as you spotted the man. he was alive, he was okay. 

now assured that he was safe, you jumped down, landing on your backside, which wasn’t too painful considering the fluffy grass your father worked so hard to maintain.

as you rose, you caught sight of a man, who was now rushing towards you. you ran, but he was faster. he practically tackled you, confining you from moving. you thrashed, shouting, “john!” 

he was standing on the roof, eyes widening at the sight. “no!” 

you called his name again, but paused midway, feeling the cold metal of the barrel of a gun against your temple. 

you were more afraid then ever. you watched as john jumped off, tucking and rolling somehow before rushing toward you.

“don’t come any closer!” the man holding you shouted, pressing the gun harder against your head. 

“she has nothing to do with it, paul, let her go.” john was oddly calm. if only you knew how scared he was in that moment knowing that in the blink of an eye, he could lose you. 

“i’ll kill her, back the fuck up, book!” 

john shook his head, “no you won’t. mcphee’s dead, he’s the real murderer. you think you can kill am innocent woman, paul?” 

you could feel the man, who you now knew to be paul, trembling. 

“you can’t do it. you’re weak, always have been. and you know it.” john snarled. 

“drop the gun and let her go.” 

the man adjusted his grip on the gun in hand, and you closed your eyes in fear, terrified of what could happen. 

and then he dropped the gun. 

and he let you go. 

you stumbled forward, but john was there to catch you. he pulled you close, kissing you more passionately then ever before. he then pulled away, hugging you to his chest.

“it’s okay. you’re safe now… it’s over.”

— — — — — —

john book was a free man. free to return to the station. they’d assign him a new partner and he’d continue on.

but how was he supposed to leave you?

you sat on the porch, watching him walk to his car, which he’d fixed himself whilst staying with you. he’d said his goodbyes, thanked your family for their help.

there was nothing else to do… was there? 

he pulled open the door, climbing into the drivers seat, closing it behind him. 

and you still sat there. waiting for something, anything to happen. you watched as he pulled out onto the road, and began to drive away.

you couldn’t believe it.

he’d really left. 

with a heavy heart, you sighed, rising from the porch steps, moving towards the door to return inside-

but the sounds of tires screeching caught your attention. you turned, to see john’s car whipping around, screeching to a halt in front of your home.

the man then threw the door open, running toward you, practically jumping up the porch steps. his hands flew to your waist, lifting you up slightly as he kissed you hard. 

the fireworks were there once again as he spun you around, your lips dancing in sync with his. 

he then set you down, pulling away, his signature crooked grin upon his lips. “what-i-i don’t understand.” you were breathless due to the intensity of the kiss.

“i want you.” 

you were taken aback. “what?” 

“you. i want you-i want to be with you.” he clarified, cupping your face with his large hands as he kissed you again. 

“i love you.  and i want to be with you. i don’t give a damn what i have to do-hell, i’ll even convert to judaism if i have too-“

you kissed him, silencing his rambling. a moment passed and you pulled away, smiling softly, “i love you too, john.” 

he let out a surprised chuckle, as though he couldn’t believe you felt the same way. 

“yeah?”

you nodded, “yeah.” he then kissed you again, and again, and again, as though he was incapable of stopping. 

funny how such a horrid tragedy could turn into such a beautiful love story, never would you expect for such a thing to happen.

and yet it had for you and john. and you had never been happier.

[symptoms-syndrome]

Ok I'm at least going to write a little. And maybe post this tomorrow (Sunday) It can be hard bc some parts don't have names but like. They just won't be mentioned I guess. There's also ofc some esp vulnerable parts that aren't listed. Basically what I'm saying is don't take this as a full rundown or whatever.

Some parts. * Means they're around often but that's always subject to change

*Tomas (he/him) responsible. Weirdly I notice he doesn't use contractions often IDK why, but that's one of the ways I can tell if he's written a journal entry or something. Mostly keeps to himself, but not like. Shy or anything. Likes to get things done. Easily frustrated and overwhelmed but astoundingly patient at the same time. I think he likes to think he has the most control over himself, he's definitely got a lot of control over his composure. May or may not have parts of his own.

**Seba (who gives a shit. But I mostly use he/they.) Less responsible in the typical ways but responsible in the ways that keep us safe. Can be kinda aggressive sometimes. Least afraid of being an asshole. I can tell when he's written a journal entry or post bc he uses a lot of abbreviations and shortens words a lot (you -> u, etc) and just generally talks more crudely. Very cool. Gets along well w other parts. He's around a lot.

Hess (she) older lady. Most responsible, very well mannered and stuff. Very kind and friendly. Kinda motherly. Cleans up a lot and/or encourages us to clean up. She's usually not around front alone as far as I can tell. It happens sometimes but not super often. She used to be around more but sort of went MIA not sure why. She's a good advice giver and calm down-er though. Very comforting.

*Mimi (she) resident Girl with a capital G. Bubbly and cute and fun. Loves to feel pretty and tell other people they're pretty and that sort of thing. Has a hard time sitting still. Super super sweet both internally and externally. She's probably the clearest most obvious part because she likes to make her presence known. Also notably white, and sometimes forgets that we're not.

Aslan (he) kid, fun, cute. V curious about things. Most typical kid type part.

Anne (she) kid, not as fun or cute. Very well mannered/strong etiquette.

*Jesse (she...?) Hard to talk about. Can be harsh. Values freedom and fun but irresponsible and reckless.

Jay (he) don't know a ton. He feels like some sort of organizer or note-taker. Knows a lot. Doesn't share a lot. Has shown up for all our inner world things w therapist but AFAIK doesn't really front often if at all...?

Runaway (I've been using she) very stuck in the past. Teenager. Kinda broody. Depressed but also angry I think. Edgy. Has a very strong taste for aesthetic.

Sorta wish I could tell you about the "host' part but I don't think we have any part that feels strongly abt that role. I also am trying to figure out w some parts like. The whole "is this a different part or does it just feel different bc it's a funky blend."

[metacrisisdoctor]

What's the turning of the tides?

i've never heard of it.

It sounds godawful though.

it's a short story that jenny colgan wrote in 2019 for an anthology book which featured stories about each doctor and their companions. she wrote a story about tentoo and rose where rose is pregnant and some weird shit is happening so someone asked for the doctor and she says he isn't there. then it does weird flashback type things where she tells him to choose a name bc she can't call him doctor and compares it to picking a name for a dog. she shoots all his choices until he chooses "corin" and then he goes by that.

in their time in pw (two years iirc) they moved to a small town and live on a quiet street. corin is a family practioner (a doctor hahahahha right?) and rose is going to school to get a diploma in child care???

in the end idk whatever smth is happening and rose is yelling at him because he can't remember much??? about being the doctor and these aliens??? but thennnn she gives birth to their baby and she has an epiphany that even tho corin is a different man she has fallen in love with him. after she gives birth. she realizes... After..

and keep in mind this stripes rose of being defender of the earth entirely.

it's a complete insult not just to tentoo, who is very adamant about being the doctor, just lets rose walk all over him- but also to rose and to her development AND HER CHARACTER AS A KIND PERSON.

it's just so bad.

the story isn't canon to me because canon on doctor who is really tricky. nothing is really FULLY SET canon except things confirmed by the show (essentially, the eighth doctor made big finish canon when he mentioned charley before the 50th) but comics and books are sort of... wavy canon because the bbc does not confirm or deny anything.

now, to me canon lies with rtd when it comes to tentoorose. they're his characters. his say is the truth. all rtd has ever said is that they're happy and that in his head they have the new tardis. ("the doctor in the tardis. as it should be."

(and their scrapped spin off called "earth defense" which eventually became torchwood so we can assume they work for unit/torchwood in rtd's mind)

this story goes against these things.

what i know is jenny colgan joked that rtd is not allowed to read tot because it would upset him. aka she knew it was bad and he was not at all invovled in the process of it's creation so: it's simply not canon.

before the short story big finish did two tentoo audios set a year after journey's end. in these tentoo works for unit as a scientific whatever thing, you know. and he and rose are in an established relationship. the baby tardis is growing in his lab. they're told in the pov that jackie is calling a friend and it's so nice to hear about it from jackie herself. ok long story short, tentoo blows up big ben and then gets someoen arrested. jackie gets pissed off and feels like the real doctor wouldn't do that (lmfao!) and jackie also expresses being afraid that when the tardis grows he'll leave rose behind or they'll disappear again. the first one ends with them in a really bad place and not speaking.

the second audio starts with jackie talking about how she and the doctor tried to act normal but they kept arguing (jackie yelling at him lol) and so rose and pete decided to put them on a zeppelin together to work it out, essentially parent trap them into talking.

a lot of stuff happens and basically the zeppelin starts to crash and he calls unit and tells them to get everyone off the bridge etc and so this makes jackie realize that she always knew deep down he was still the doctor and that he was still helping people. they're about to die together and he breaks down and cries telling her he knows he messed up (blew up big ben and other things) and that he thinks he hates him and she says that she could never hate him and that he made their lives better etc. and he tells her he loves rose and that he loves her and how he realizes he's about to die and looks so scared and then he tells jackie they should jump before they crash into the bridge and jackie realizes that he is LITERALLY the doctor and that's essentially how it ends!

so these stories obviously do not align! big finish is canon, better, and came out FIRST. to boot RTD HAD APPROVED THESE STORIES, and they're written by someone who wrote on the sarah jane adventures which rtd also ran, which makes them canon because rtd approved them and they go with his ideas!

but for SOME reason. some fans decide to accept corin as canon instead of big finish. and it drives me INSANE. like why did you just read this painfully ooc and disrespectful story and just say "yeah, i believe this." what little understanding of who ROSE is do you even have to think this would be how it goes and how little respect you have for the doctor if you think he would let rose decide who he is or isn't for him? nahhhhhhhhh

anyway in 2021 there was a tentoo comic that came out that is also that sort of canon (but approved by chibnall who was showrunner then) and in this comic tentoo goes by john smith and the comics solidifies multiple times that he is the doctor. he and rose are happily married and have a daughter named mia. this story has similar bones to tot but it much more tender and respectful and overall very pleasing. so even though it's probably not meant to tie into the big finish audios, most of us think it's good enough that we accept it as a continuation.

anywy thanks for asking i needed to rant about something 😩

[ladysophiebeckett]

okay i gotta talk about a very niche and dumb tiktok drama i just witnessed.

so maybe like a week ago the algorithm started showing me some guy in ny reviewing diners. he called his video series 'diners, diners and diners'. i like diners and im entertained by random reviews of places and even tho i never liked any of the videos, the algorithm just knows by time u spent watching it that u either liked it or not. so im getting these review vids along with more videos of this guy and im learning things like he quit his job 3months ago, a random bit about 'oh i havent been in the financial district since i worked here' (ew) (okay hold on) and then how takes public transportation to go play golf (ew, again) (the golf, not public transportation). and ur like 'why are u still watching this?' bc i was bored and i like diners and i thought he was charismatic. never followed him just would watch a random video.

lets continue--i get a video where he's wearing a suit and he's reviewing some diner. and he seems so, like....hmm upset ?? the food looked fine but he was just not happy at all. with anything. and he gave the diner a really low score. did i mention the suit?? (i think somebody had a bad job interview but what do i know).

i got the ick. and i was like 'i dont want watch his videos anymore' so the next time i saw his face and i just scrolled past really fast.

well. i just got on tiktok and i got new video video from him but it started off as an attack on some woman. and i was like??? he's accusing this woman (claudia oshry, a woman i literally just heard of who is internet known. she's the co host of some podcast called The Toast and has tiktok and is on IG) of plagiarising his video series where he reviews diners--reminder he calls it 'diners, diners, and diners'.

she, in a video with her husband, said ' (ben) and i are continuing our journey through new york city's greatest diners, diners and diners--' then she got a couple of comments saying 'i wonder where you got That Name from' and then a couple ppl start tagging his account in her video.

which brings me to the video of him that i just saw where he begins with 'welcome to another episode of diners, diners and diners: investigative journalism edition' (yeah, hold on it gets worse) then he claims (after googling her IG, tiktok, and podcast IG) she made him a target (???) then he called ppl tagging his account to her comments 'diner gang'. along with that, he found unflattering photos of her and put them in his video as he's talking about her (unfounded claims of plagiarism).

He screen recorded a video of Claudia responding to a comment telling her about his account and she said 'People are like 'you're stealing fm (Garrett)!' Who the fuck is (Garrett)?....' and I guess that didnt sit well with him. bc he started googling her, trying to find something other than unflattering pictures of her (fm before she lost weight mind you) and the only thing he could find is that she has an Islamophobic mother (Pamela Geller) who has been in the press in the past and then he implies\questions if Claudia used money her mother made off hate speech to fund her social media accounts??? Then makes a dig saying she must have something to hide since there are no pictures of her on IG of or with her mother.

Let's swing back to Claudia---No, she actually did not plagiarize this random man. Before she even offered a date of proof however, she learned that he blocked her (and her husband), called her a 'rat fuck'. he went on a 3hr tiktok live talking all about her and calling her 'ozempic queen'. Claudia claims 'hey this concept is just parallel thinking' (paraphrasing) but in the next video she's like 'he's actually stealing from me' showing photographic proof fm 2023 photo of her on IG eating at a diner with the caption 'looking for america's greatest diners, diners and diners'. her tone was joking bc she says she's actually a little afraid of him and is not going to engage anymore.

she only made two response videos. to his....two videos and 3 hr long tiktok live. and then in the first video he captioned it 'i love having enemies. locked in'.

so, he's insane.

[raikkxz]

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★ requested﹕yes/no — summary﹕ in which the writer, scar, doesnt know what to summarise this 😓 — warnings﹕established relatioinship, unnamed ex mentions, pet names, really short bc that's how i write my fics, probably not proof read well, lmk if there's anything i missed💗 — pairing﹕dr3 x f!reader — w/c﹕600+ ★ start a/n﹕hii angels!! late valentines post!! like i said in my last post, ill probably be using songs to base my fics off of, so here we are. i skipped some of the parts of the lyrics bc it wouldnt make sense/didnt fit, so sorry if youre listening to the song and reading this and it doesnt make sense 😓 hope you enjoy!! [italics are past moments/memories] ౨ৎ 𝑫𝑻 (tag list) ;; none yet but open :) based off of the song . . .

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Could you tell where my head was at when you found me?

Me and you went to hell and back just to find peace

You heard a soft groan as you rubbed your eyes, wrapping yourself in the soft fabric of your bedsheets.

Eyelids heavy, your lips curl up into a smile.

Man, I thought I had everything, I was lonely

Now you're my everything, I was lonely

"Honey, would you do the honour of being my valentines?"

That sentence from the week prior replayed in your head over and over again. It was your first valentines together as boyfriend and girlfriend. You smiled to yourself as you remembered the time Daniel asked you on a date.

I mixed a lot of love with a lot of drugs, then I found you

She liked petty crimes, she had green eyes like Mountain Dew

And where she go, I'll never know

Her friends bounced too

"Oh please, don't waste your time on stupid men like him," Daniel put his arm around your waist. "I can do way better than that, buttercup. Especially for the fact, it's Valentines. His loss for leaving you. But my win for having you here with me." Daniel winks, his confidence never wavered and grin never leaving his face.

I guess it's their loss 'cause they'll never know what we'll amount to

Would you be my light, be my yellow?

"Morning, baby." You head a gruff yet muffled voice under the blanket, snapping you out of your thoughts. You giggle softly, lifting the covers from your boyfriend's face.

"Morning, love." You grin, leaning in and peppering his chin with kisses.

Your boyfriend chuckles, pulling you in. One thing about your boyfriend, for sure, is that he was never afraid to show his love and affection for you. "C'mere, honey, I'm cold." Daniel wraps his arms around you, kissing your shoulder.

You laughed softly. "Happy one year and valentines, Danny." You sigh happily, kissing the bridge of your boyfriend's nose.

"Happy one year and valentines to you too, honey bee." Daniel kisses your cheek. "I'm taking you out today."

You smile, "Oh? You didn't tell me we had plans. I would've woke up earlier."

Daniel grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm taking you out at night. It's a secret, love. But I promise you'll love it."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Alright, Danny, you win this time. I'm all yours for the day."

P.Y.T walking down portobello

Put a smile on this face at the end of the day

MDMA helped us fly away

With that, you both got ready for your special Valentine's Day date night, stepping out into the cool evening air. Daniel offered you his arm, which you gladly accepted. You walked hand in hand, your heart fluttering with anticipation for the night ahead.

The city was alive with the buzz of Valentine's Day, lights twinkling overhead, and the faint scent of flowers lingering in the air. Daniel led you through the bustling streets with confidence, his presence reassuring and comforting.

Finally, you arrived at a quaint little restaurant tucked away in a charming alley. The ambiance was romantic, with soft candlelight and gentle music playing in the background. You shared intimate conversations over delicious food, savoring each moment together.

As the night drew to a close, Daniel whispered sweet nothings in your ear, expressing his love and gratitude for having you in his life. And as you looked into his eyes, you knew that you had found your peace, your happiness, your everything in him.

Who'da known, who'da known you would save my life?

Who'da known, who'da known you would fly my kite?

Could you tell, could you tell?

Could you tell?

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