#but it doesn't give him the right to make her cry 24/7

[sensitivegoblin]

My sisters boyfriend is being a massive dick and I just have to sit by and watch her cry

[tarotbyjam24]

Pick a card : Lemme describe your bf\gf\fs\lover\crush :

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pile 3 pile 4

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Pile 1

funny without trying

doesn't hide you from their friends

sometimes boastful

extremely popular

knows everything about you

extremely smart

sometimes sassy

loves to look after you

usually hungry

sometimes rude without knowing it

loves listening to rap

never at home

doesn't realise they're very hardworking

sometimes feels underrated

remembers everything about you

sometimes pessimistic

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Pile 2

18+ read at your own consent

Reckless

very indecisive

always eating

a bit of a fattie :D

party boy

gives the best advice

yolo mindset

best outfit/music taste

Doesn't care what other think

JEALOUS AF

Loud af

Dom

"ooh, sexy"

"Babe"

"How do you feel?"

*SPANKS*

Horny 24/7

Your friends like his look but hates his personality

"Send Nu*es"

"Nice Ass"

BUYS EXPENSIVE SHITS TO EXPRESS HIS LOVE OR APOLOGIZE

LOYAL BUT HARDLY SAY NO FOR A GOOD ASS

huge book reader

obsessed with one girl

quiet but loud

comfort > style

with the right people

best secret keeper

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Pile 3

ALWAYS looking at you

acts goofier around you

warm hugs

sends "this reminded me of you" texts

remembers every single word you've ever said

princess gf - bf who does anything to see her happy "baby"

"that's cute"

"hmmm?"

falling asleep on call

You've good taste in music

gm and gn texts

holds hands with you

"i can't wait for our future together"

big hands

"doll"

"go ahead... what "speak up. "were you saying?"

"don't be shy"

-grabs inner thigh-

holds your chin up w/Index finger and rubs lower lip w/thumb while making eye contact

"when they smirk and lick their lips"

"eye contact"

madly needs your attention

always ready to fight for you

impulsive and stubborn

seems terrifying but he's a warm bean

"duuude"

doesn't like horror movies

gives and wants kissies all the time

moms love him

high pitched scream

always fails when he tries to intimidate you

does everything to make you feel safe

"yooo"

enjoys causing chaos

pretty good at video game

feels a lil insecure sometimes

has some chad energy

can be hella sassy

afraid of being put aside

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Pile 4

super clingy

wants forehead kisses

loves to sit on ur lap

spoiled brat

cuddles

short

"call me your angel, anon!"

caring & sweet

veryyy emotional

always sleepy

"yes please"

will cry if yelled at

sub

"i love you, anon :("

apologizes 24/7

tall straight ADHD bf who loves games - 5'3 mentally ill gf who loves astrology

actually a huge nerd

protective af

secretly gay

super duper nice

very pretty eyes

insecure

music

lowkey clingy

og sk8r boy

loves 2 cuddle

likes plants a lot

old soul

probably the coolest person u will ever meet

loves cartoons

handsome af but also pretty af

baggy clothes

get your personalised readings

I hope you liked the reading . Thank you so much for letting me read for you . Wishing you best ahead . 🎀Bless you and have a nice day🌸🐰 I'd love to hear which pile you chose

Loads of love , jam🩷

[shroompette]

It surprised both you and your friends when you agreed to spend a few days of December in Vienna with them. The finals are around the corner, you're struggling to plan how to visit all of your family members during the holidays and the gingerbread house you made a week ago collapsed the very next morning. You chose to believe it wasn't due to you constantly chipping away at it during the construction. It seemed as if you had zero time for yourself with your head in textbooks 24/7, feeling like you immediately forget everything you learn. It was frustrating. And so when your friend asked you (presumably out of politeness) if you'd like to join her and a few other people on a little trip to Vienna to go see the Christmas markets, you found yourself accepting the invitation. Hopefully, it would give you a chance to clear your head before the inevitable exams.

The markets were truly beautiful. With various booths standing shoulder to shoulder and the delicious smell of sweet punch and traditional Austrian food with snow crunching under your boots, you felt like in a Christmas movie. Tension and stress quickly leave you as you enjoy drinking and eating with your friendgroup, laughing and chatting about all and nothing. After you've had your fill, you decide to go check out Saint Stephen's Cathedral standing just across the street from the booths. The inside is marvelous, with high ceilings, smooth tiled floor and richly-decorated columns bathed in gold light emitting from the hundreds of lit candles inside. Your group wanders around quietly, careful to not disturb those who might be praying and eventually, you exit again.

Outside, masses of people have gathered along the walls of the cathedral, seemingly waiting for something. There's a sound of drums in the distance and something reminiscent of hooves against concrete.

"What's going on?" you ask your nearest friend, who doesn't look as confused.

"Oh, we're here in time of Krampuslauf," she replies nonchalantly, as if that explained everything. You frown softly and repeat, none the wiser: "Krampuslauf?"

"Yeah, you've never heard of it?"

When you shake your head, your friend grins mischeviously and adds: "It's a...traditional parade."

Before you can ask more, the drums and sound of hooves becomes louder, drawing your attention to the street. There, you see dozens of people in costumes of what you assume are some sort of demons, with realistic fur on their bodies and horns long enough to be a blinding hazard. Some of them sport prosthetic hooves or glowing eyes, and most of them are holding...sticks? You don't have time left to be confused when the furry demons begin blending into the masses, hitting some people over the head and growling at little children, making them cry. Some go as far as to chase them with a sack, trying to "kidnap them".

"Jesus Christ," you mutter. "What the hell kind of tradition is this?"

Your friend laughs at your bewilderment and shrugs: "I guess Austrians just like traumatizing children."

You'd object that some of the adults are probably pissing themselves right now too. You certainly would be if one of those creatures charged at you with a violent intent.

The parade moves along, some of its members shouldering their way through the crowd chasing specific people just to unnerve them. You instinctively cower, feeling exposed even while standing in the back of the crowd, the cathedral's stairs elevating you just enough to see the entirety of the street. And then, you see him.

A guy (you assume), nearly 7 feet in heavy boots and a furry goat-like costume, with the front of it unzipped, giving everyone a nice view of his shredded chest, marred with scars and even burns, two horns bent slightly backwards sitting atop his head. His face is obscured by a strange mask made from a dark fabric with what looks like two blood streaks running all the way down from his eyes.

Oh, the eyes...

You don't think you've ever seen such silverish blue in your life before. It was like looking at a river through a thick layer of ice. Just like his colleagues, one of his hands clutched a stick tightly, the other curled into a fist. He marches purposefully and graciously, sometimes harshly poking someone in the ribs with the stick or even grabbing at them to scare them. Strangely enough, his taunting seemed to entirely avoid little children. Nevertheless, every squeak, scream or yelp he received seemed to make him smirk, judging from the crinkle of his eyes under the hood anytime he'd bother someone. He seemed to revel in the fear and unease he was causing. He stopped for a moment and eyed the crowd for his next victim. You prayed his gaze would sweep over you quickly, leaving you unnoticed and therefore safe.

But it didn't.

Your breath hitches in your throat as his icy orbs bore into yours and pin you in place with the intensity of their look. You stand still for a moment, like a deer in headlights, hoping that perhaps he might deem you too boring to bully and move on to terrorize someone else.

Wrong again.

You hear yourself audibly gasp as he moves and begins a fast stride towards you, the sea of people barricading you from him suddenly parting before him like he's fucking Moses. You hear your friend squeal something in your ear and feel her shaking your shoulder, but you don't bother to answer - instead, you turn around and bolt.

It's scary. How one stranger managed to tap into the deep feeling of primal fear within you and send you dashing through the unfamiliar streets like your life is on the line. Maybe it is, who knows.

Despite your heavy panting and blood rushing in your ears, you can hear him. He's behind you. Close. You speed up, not having the time to think about the fact you still miraculously haven't slipped on ice and split your head open. But no matter how fast you run, he's able to keep up. In fact, you suspect he's letting you get away - letting you make him chase you - or at least think he's chasing you. He could easily snatch you up and do whatever he wanted to. He could use the 300 pounds of body mass to pin you against the wall and have his way with you...but he likes the challenge. It obviously thrills him. For some dumb, stupid reason, the thought makes you equally as aroused as you're scared. You're telling yourself it's just your damn mask kink acting up in the worst possible moment.

You're losing yourself deeper and deeper in the dark Vienna streets, the music and drums of the parade so distant you can't even hear it anymore and somehow, it's making the situation worse. Because now, his heavy steps and breaths sound even louder, even closer. Your lungs are slowly giving out and your legs are starting to get wobbly. You won't last much longer. He knows it too.

Eventually, you find yourself at a dead end. It's cold and dark and you feel nauseous. You stop, bending your legs a little and resting your palms on your knees, feeling as if you've just ran a fucking marathon. His steps cease as well, only a few feet behind you. You can hear his breathing, not nearly as heavy as yours. Silence stretches between you for what feels like minutes before you hear the gentle crunching of snow under his boots again and you gulp. He's walking towards you.

You hold your breath as he stops again, awaiting your possible demise. Slowly, he reaches out and surprisingly gently, he places his hand on your throat, slowly, but firmly pulling you into an upright position. You quiver, the leather of his glove cold against your flushed skin. He steps forward, bumping into you and forcing the front of your body against the brick wall, his chest right against your back. He leans in, murmuring in a voice that doesn't match his gruff appearance:

"Dumme Mäuschen... Dachtest du wirklich, weglaufen würde dir helfen?"*

You shudder, his breath warm on your neck even through his hood. You swallow, your throat sore from inhaling too many sharp breaths and stammer:

"I-I'm sorry, I don't understand..."

"Shhh..." he shushes you gently, his thumb rubbing over your pulse point, practically feeling your blood rushing under your skin.

"Don't worry, little one..." he murmurs again, pressing himself even closer, making you feel the hardness of his crotch against your rear.

"...I will be sehr gut to you..."

(*"Stupid little mouse... Did you really think running away would help you?")

masterlist

[givetomurasomechapstick]

League of Villains and a Baby epilogue (?) headcanons

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Idk the word, just basically an analysis of how they are to you.

Notes: Baby!Reader or Toddler!Reader

Warning: Manga Spoilers!!

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Oneshot: The League of Villains and a Baby

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Tomura Shigaraki:

If you remember reading the one shot, then you know he didn't care about what happened to you.

He just wanted you OUT.

Truth is, the only reason he kept you is because he remembered what happened when he was younger, all alone...

He has a soft spot for you. Like, you may be the only member of the League he shows the most amount of affection to.

The blender joke ~ ("Why don't we just put it in the blender?" - Sonic)

If you cry, he tries his best to verbally comfort you (but fails terribly)

He will not touch you. If he HAS to, thick gloves on 24/7 until your gone. (How'd he get them? He probably stole bought them)

Will call you brat. That's your name to him, brat. But remember he's just terrible at affection ��

Shuichi Iguchi:

Basically is your mom.

Worried 25/8 about you non stop. And will never not be worried.

He was the one who found you after all. He wants to be an important person and role model in your life.

If you didn't read the one shot, he took you in because he tried to think of what Stain would do. Stain would never leave a child out! He would take them in!

Personally takes whatever he's currently eating and dices it up with one of his katanas if your hungry.

But if you cry, he is crying with you. Crying because he has no clue how to make you stop and your crying is so cute and fragile it feels like he's being stabbed hundreds of times in his heart.

(I know this is a running gag with me, but) Plays random Nickelodeon cartoons on his phone. (You know why I chose Nickelodeon)

He definitely calls you something like Star. Hey, gotta keep the 's' gag going right? (Stain, Spinner, now you need Star) Despite naming you (Y/N).

Himiko Toga:

Overprotective big sister definitely.

You looked at Baby (Y/N)? Stabbed. You teased Baby (Y/N)? Stabbed. You THINK about Baby (Y/N)? Stabbed.

Doesn't know how to hold a baby and holds you by your foot in her arms leaving you dangling about to fall. Toga is too oblivious to tell, and you seem to like it anyway.

Loved you at first sight. Already would sacrifice the world for you at first five minutes.

Crying? She already has a successful tactic. What? She just tells you about how cool Ochako and Izuku are. Your babbling means you like them too to her.

Will give you anything your making grabby hands at if your hungry. (Threatens whoever stops her)

So as you already know, she loves ranting about Izuku and Ochako to you. But she also shows you her collection of knives.

Calls you Baby (Y/N). No question about it.

Mr Compress:

The fun uncle.

He definitely probably compressed a ton of baby supplies by stealing it from the nearest store.

Literally treats you like a princess. Give him puppy dog eyes and he would do anything for you.

Definitely pretty protective when he first met you.

If you are crying? It isn't a problem. Magic tricks are a 100% guarantee because what baby isn't fascinated by literal pokeballs?

Makes sure the others don't feed you anything dangerous and also that it's cut enough. Otherwise, have you heard of premium baby food yet?

Just let's you watch Cocomelon on his phone. Like it or not.

Definitely calls you Princess. Because your like a little princess.

Dabi:

The bully big brother.

Teases you 24/7. Picks on you 24/7. It's like his weird way of showing affection to you.

Secretly would burn the entire world if anything happened to you, and then himself.

Like Shigaraki, didn't care at all what happened to you at first.

Crying? Quick small pat on the back and he's quickly handing you to Spinner. Watches it go down from a distance.

Will literally just hand over whatever you want to eat and then just walk away.

Literally is the most laid back with you out of all of them. He lets you out stickers and cute bandaids on his scars tho. But he WILL form fire in his palms if anyone starts laughing.

Also calls you brat. He isn't one for cute nicknames that involve unicorns and rainbows.

Twice:

Also like the fun uncle.

Split personality causes a lot of chaos. One moment he's having you giggle and the next your both hysterically crying.

Definitely also pretty chill about you. Now if you were in danger, like everyone else would also be, he'd be on edge.

He wanted to keep you when he first saw you.

If you are crying? Bet a thousand dollars he will cry with you. And he doesn't even know what it's about. The crying will only stop when someone comes to calm them down.

Also let's you eat anything. With supervision of course. (Shigaraki already threatened him and Dabi once about you)

His split personality can be entertaining sometimes. But he also just hands you his phone and lets you toggle around YouTube and watch literally whatever.

This depends which personality has authority at the moment. So it can turn from a cute name like unicorn and next it's brat (yet again with the brat)

(bonus!) Kurogiri:

The nanny.

Anything happens when your with Shigaraki or Dabi? They'll literally throw you to Kurogiri.

Kinda like Compress, he only feeds suitable food to you. Nothing like chips or cookies when he's watching. (Just imagine how it was like when Kurogiri was gone)

If your crying he sings you lullabys and rocks you to sleep. Is unashamed to do it as long as you like it. Which you do.

So you have a pretty strong bond with Kurogiri because of this.

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This takes place after the *cough* Magne incident, so *cough* she couldn't meet you.

[sunnylyly]

Bewitched ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Pairing: Scaramouche x Reader (fem)

Genre: social media au, modern au, kinda past friends to lovers

Summary: In the dazzling world of content creation, [name] and Scaramouche are two stars on parallel yet conflicting paths. She is Teyvat's beloved vlogger, known for her sincerity and warmth, while he reigns as the most influential streamer, a sharp-witted force impossible to ignore. Once childhood friends, now bitter rivals, their past remains a mystery—buried beneath a year of unspoken words and unresolved emotions!

"Bewitched" is a journey through love, betrayal, and self-destruction. It’s about falling for someone who was never supposed to matter again—and the painful, beautiful process of rediscovering what was lost.

Because even the strongest hearts can be bewitched.

Side ship: Slight mention of Navia x Chlorinde, Venti x Xiao, Lumine x Yoimiya (I think that's all but if it needs changes I'll update it)

Warnings: Angst (obviously) Mention of drinking alcohol, Swearing (Idk I'll update before every chapter)

Status: Ongoing

Author's note:

• Hi !! I didn't make an introduction but if y'all need one you can ask ! Just know for now that my name is Célénya!

• Also I'm French so I'm sorry if there's some grammatical errors and all...

• I already planned all of the chapter so it's normal if there's already all the name of them and 100 chapter..

• Also let me know if you want a playlist for each Song <3

• I don't really know what to say but there will be a sequel inspired by Epic the musical btw !

• Written chapter will be marked with a ✿⁠ (will add them there if the chapter added is written)

• And I hope it's to your liking, don't hesitate to give feedback!!

Profiles:

Delusional people ([name]'s friends)

Mentally unstable gang (scara's friends)

Dreamer*⁠.⁠✧

1- Let me be a dreamer 2- I can see the whole world from my own little cloud ✿⁠ 3- you can't pin me down 4- Boys just make me cry 5- I'm giving up 6- I'm moving up into a cloud 7- No boys gonna be so smart as to try and pierce my porcelain heart 8- Some might call me mad 9- I fell right down the rabbit hole 10- And no boy's gonna kill the dreamer in me

Second best*⁠.⁠✧

11- I'll never forget how stupid in love I felt 12- I'll always regret how I couldn't tell 13- Left me behind 14- Kissed with somebody else in my mind 15- I loved you so much I settled for less 16- You were my everything 17- You swung me around in that midsummer dress 18- Held me in close as you thought of your past 19- But I'm still in love with this mess 20- I'm just your second best.

Haunted*⁠.⁠✧

21- One more kiss, wine stained lips 22- I don't want to go to sleep yet 23- Pale moonlight, misty eyes 24- I'll allow him to have him tonight 25- I hold on to every ounce of of sin 26- I know he don't love me quite like I love him 27- I swear at myself when he leaves at dawn 28- this will end, 'til he haunts me again 29- Rose perfume, low-lit room 30- And I hold on to every ounce of skin

Must be love*⁠.⁠✧

31- Time's moving so much later lately 32- It's like the world's playing a joke 33- Laughing at me for falling foolishly again 34- But something's different with you 35- Traffic on sunset doesn't phase me 36- that is until I touch you and I can't pretend 37- I lose myself again, I do 38- I'm all in, I'm fallin' 39- Can't get back up, can't think right, too tongue-tied 40- It must be love

While you were sleeping*⁠.⁠✧

41- I still can't believe that you noticed me an ocean away 42- The heavens would say it was meant to be 43- I'll never forget the first time I saw you then 44- Primrose at three, you had all of me 45- Without saying a word 46- I don't recognize myself 47- I'm dancing down street, smiling to strangers 48- Idiotic things 49- I trace it all back, three-thirty AM 50- That night something turned in me

Lovesick*⁠.⁠✧

51- Floorboards creaking in my home, deathly silence when alone 52- Oh, I wish that you were here now 53- So unlike me, somehow I fell in love in just 3 nights 54- Those November days still haunting me 55- When the gold ray fell on your skin and my hair got caught in the winds 56- The choir sang a melancholic hymn 57- In the morning you would be gone 58- I'd be mourning, tryin' to hold on to the memory of your lips 59- God I'm so lovesick, what have you done to me ? 60- Let me in your atmosphere

California and me*⁠.⁠✧

61- Should've figured out that you'd go back to New York 62- Don't consider me when you run back to her 63- You don't have to hide it, I know why you went 64- Said you needed space, I know better than that 65- Could've fought for you but I just let you leave 66- Hurt too much to consider that you didn't love me 67- The mountains of LA will weep through the night 68- Driving through sunset is a terrible sight 69- Left me and the ocean for your old fame 70- Holding back my tears, I couldn't make you stay

Promise*⁠.⁠✧

71- I made a promise to distance myself 72- took a flight, through aurora skies 73- Honestly I didn't think about how we didn't say goodbye 74- just see you very soon 75- It hurts to be something, it's worse to be nothing with you 76- So I didn't call you for sixteen long days 77- And I should get a cigarette for so much restraint 78- No matter how long I resist temptation, I will always lose 79- I broke my promise, I called you last night 80- It hurts to be something, it's worse to be nothing with you

Goddess*⁠.⁠✧

81- It always goes like this, could've predicted it 82- I'm so naive to think you loved me for me 83- Guess you're still growing up at thirty 84- I'm a goddess when I'm on stage 85- Human when we're alone 86- you took a star to bed, woke up to me 87- I am not your Aphrodite 88- You took me for a fool 89- You watched me rise then killed my light 90- I'm not your fucking goddess

Serendipity*⁠.⁠✧

91- I won't pretend I've been desolate 92- I won't pretend I've been blue 93- It happened so quickly, one second it hit me 94- I've fallen quite hard for you 95- Four-leaf clovers and lucky dimes 96- Coincidences and cosmic signs 97- Have proved that I'm quite naive 98- I'm falling fast, failing gravity 99- I swear that, this time, it's serendipity 100- Hope that you're still mine

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@skyoverkill1 @sesamemin @zuhahearts @scaraenthusiast1 @cutiecupiid @lloversss @bunnychiffon

[sen-ya]

part 5/7

is it silly that this is my favorite in this series? i really enjoyed writing kaya and I wanna do it again at some point :')

[op comic masterpost]

[pg1] panel 2: Kaya: Oh! Dr. Law! I didn't expect to find you in our library.

panel 3: Law: K-Kaya-ya!

panel 4: Law: Uh. Ahem. Excuse me. I hope you don't mind me borrowing your books.

panel 5: Kaya: Oh of course not! I'm just shocked to hear we have books you don't! What are you studying?

panel 6: Law: UHHHHH

[pg2] panel 10: Kaya: Oh! Is someone on your crew pregnant? Ikkaku??

panel 11: Law (thinking): She doesn't know Ikkaku is trans. Does she not know that I am?? I just assumed Nose-ya would have mentioned it. But that makes sense. If Straw Hat didn't already know Nose-ya was trans it's not like I would have told him.

panel 12: Kaya: ...?

panel 13: Law (thinking): Fuck, I've been quiet too long. I can't throw Ikkaku under to bus. Just say something.

panel 14: Law: No. Kaya: Oh. Then why...? Law (thinking): Wait, shit

[pg3] panel 15: Law: My, uh...brother...'s...wife. Yeah, we're taking him back to Zou soon...because his wife is pregnant...and I...want...to help...?

panel 16: Kaya: Oh, how sweet! Congrats "Uncle Law" hehe. If you have any questions I could help with let me know!! I specialized in traumatic injury, but I did deliver a few babies in Syrup Village! On smaller islands like that you wear a lot of hats.

panel 17: Law: And you've...been pregnant. Kaya: Well, yeah, but I wasn't my own doctor! Could you imagine if I had tried to deliver the twins myself? Even a doctor needs a doctor, you know that.

panel 18: Law: ...right.

panel 19: Law: ...what...what was it like?

panel 20: Kaya: Oh, my pregnant patients were actually pretty fun! I suppose it makes sense that as a pirate ship doctor you wouldn't have had to know obstetrics. But it was always so lovely to hand a parent their--

[pg4] panel 21: Kaya: ...newborn...baby...?

panel 23: Kaya: ...I'm sorry, Dr. Law. If there's context I need you'll have to give it to me. I'm not good at guessing.

panel 24: Law: What do you mean, I just gave you context. Kaya: With all due respect, you're full crying. It's a new sight for me!

panel 25: Kaya: You can tell me what's going on! I'm told I'm a very good listener

panel 26: Law: ...You Straw Hats sure are a pain Kaya: Sorry, hehe

panel 28: Law: ...I...ahem...so number one, if you didn't know...I'm...I'm trans.

panel 29: Law: But not like your husband. He got the works from Ivankov-ya...I never felt the need to seek that out.

[pg5] panel 30: Kaya: ...I see

panel 31: Kaya: How far along are you? Law: ..12 weeks, give or take. Kaya: Well, I've provided obstetric care of all kinds. So whatever questions you're researching here...why don't you ask me instead of being your own doctor?

panel 32: Law: ...Same question. What was it like?

panel 33: Kaya: Being pregnant was a horror show!

panel 34: Law: A glowing review. Kaya: Oh, sorry! I can lie if you'd prefer!

panel 35: Kaya: I was just so sick my first trimester! Law (speaking over her): KAYA-YA I THOUGHT I WAS DYING FOR TWO WEEKS WHEN WILL IT STOP I CAN ONLY EAT RICE.

panel 36: Kaya: It's different for everyone. By the end it wasn't quite so bad for me, though. And I love my kids so much. They were such cute newborns!! So I was alright being uncomfortable for awhile. Because that's what we wanted, you know?

panel 37: Kaya (off screen): What do you and Luffy want, Dr. Law?

[pg6] panel 38: Law: ...We haven't decided yet. We're giving it to the end of the week. I'm trying to think about it rationally. But I just keep getting emotional any time I talk about it. It's strange.

panel 39: Kaya: An emotional decision and a bad decision aren't inherently synonymous, you know.

panel 40: Law: ...your bedside manner is impeccable, Dr. Kaya-ya. Kaya: Well, thank you! Next time let's meet in the infirmary, mine or yours.

panel 41: Kaya: I'll be your doctor through this, okay?

panel 42: Law: ...Okay...Thank you. Kaya: Of course!

[ilikekidsshows]

I hate that we're at a point where I just.. I just gave up on trying to discuss things with Marinette fans. I'm so over their delusions and hypocritical claims about the show and Marinette.

The way they declare Marinette's massive support system as worthless always comes down to the same argument: the characters do not 1000% dedicate their whole existences to Marinette's care so they don't count.

Alix apparently doesn't count as support system because she isn't executing her job of keeping the flow of time right as "bending time and space so Marinette doesn't have to face difficult situations" (even though she could easily solve them for herself if she would stop lying to everyone and making shit about herself that isn't). Marinette fans feel so entitled to Marinette being all that matters that Alix is getting shit on for not breaking the time lines for Marinette's comfort. How is that a rational explanation for why Marinette isn't using her army of a support system?

Fucking LUKA isn't really a support system apparently because he isn't 24/7 doing everything for Marinette to solve HER messes and is now only taking care of her only 90% of his total screen time instead of 100%. Also, Luka is now getting accused of having ditched Marinette in season 5, which??? What the fuck kind of deflection is that? Luka left everything behind because Monarque found out that he knows the identities of Ladybug and Chat Noir. How is that ditching? It's like when Marinette fans claim that Marinette was abandoned by FU when he literally had to sacrifice his memories because she made a mistake that led Hawkmoth to him.

Alya doesn't count as support system apparently because she dared to not cuddle Marinette in Revelator and wanted her memories wiped because Marinette always let's everyone find out about everything in the worst possible ways and here it resulted in Alya absolutely NOT having it with Marinette but giving her a second chance to come clean. Apparently, people don't count as support anymore if they dare to not react like your perfect care takers that always put your feefees first whenever your inactions forced them to find things about in the worst ways. Funny how that standard never applies to Marinette whenever she takes everything out on other people.

Even Kagami gets shit on and said to not count as support system for Marinette pretty much simply because she isn't solving Marinette's problems for her without Marinette ever once asking for any help. That and because she dared to put ADRIEN first when he was breaking down after Ladybug just told him that he's now an orphan, but Marinette kept on as good as begging for Adrien to take care of HER in that moment so Kagami send her ass out.

Marinette stans are fucking nutjobs. I don't have it in me anymore to even try and discuss things with them anymore. There is just no use. It's been 4 years now since all this escalated with season 4 and I'm just sick and tired of Marinette stans' nonsense where they scream and cry about Marinette not being given more sympathy and excuses by the fandom, but at the same time treat everything else in the show as nothing but Marinette's human shaped resources she's owed and is being "failed" by because they aren't doing EVERYTHING for her, including breaking time and space apparently.

All I can hope is that one day Marinette stans will rewatch the show and finally see that morality doesn't start and end at Marinette's benefit and comfort. And that canon is actual CANON, no matter if they don't like it.

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Yeah, like, Maripologists have been whining about Cat Noir letting himself get hit to protect Ladybug because “it upsets Marinette!” and when Marinette tells him to get hit she's just a master planner. Maripologists say absolutely wild things, is what I'm saying. I still remember when Maripologists who literally dogpiled and harassed me for saying Marinette has one of the biggest support networks in fiction defended themselves by claiming I “was out of line” for that statement. Like, they think pointing out Marinette has support is salt and hate, that's the level of disconnect and inability to have a nuanced discussion about anything we're dealing with. The “Marinette is a lonely wretch who never gets the help she obviously needs it's so sad and all the other characters' fault for ignoring how upset Marinette obviously is” narrative has been going on for years, since even before the retool started giving her even more supporters that the Maripologists then have to pretend don't count.

And the double standard is so obvious. Ladybug ignoring every attempt Cat Noir makes at telling her something's wrong in season 4 is his fault for “not telling her something's wrong”, but every other character is expected to be a mind reader and always know when poor widdle Marinette is upsette and needs to be taken care of. Cat Noir made far more attempts at reaching out when he needs help than Marinette's ever done and he gets scraps in terms of someone making him feel better for a bit and that's his own fault apparently, while with Marinette we’re at the level where she never tells anyone anything and then breaks down while the Maripologists blame everyone but the person with all the power and knowledge in the situation. Sublime’s introduction episode ended with her promising to help make Marinette comfortable with her being friends with her boyfriend. This is a standard interaction for Marinette, she is not hurting for people willing to help her constantly, but nothing will ever be enough for Maripologists.

Sometimes, though, I just don't think she's the one the characters should worry about so much. Frankly, I think her demanding that her emotional needs have to get taken care of while she's upsette about gaslighting her own boyfriend is ghoulish. Kagami and Alya were right to throw that in her face. How about you just don't gaslight your boyfriend? In real life, people will look at someone going: “I’m the one upset here” at a problem they willingly and knowingly caused and think they're a selfish jerk at best.

Oh, I never attempt reasonable discussions with Maripologists, because my first few encounters with them showed me that they will attempt to alter reality itself to turn Marinette into the victim of every situation and every character no matter what. And even those interactions were started by the Maripologists themselves being offended I’d say things like: “Marinette is emotionally fragile” and “Marinette has a big support system of people willing to emotionally support her that she is failing to utilize”, both of which are things we can objectively prove by watching the show.

I’m not going to say I’m a former Marinette stan, I always preferred Adrien to her, but I used to like her character and enjoy her in the protagonist role. I thought she was kinda wimpy with how often she'd complain about small problems or complete nonissues but I figured she's a kid protagonist, it's realistic and she'll probably grow out of it, only for her character to stagnate. And through this entire process, Maripologists have always been insisting that Marinette is simultaneously the most resilient person ever who never complains but also the most obviously pathetic wretch in existence that everyone should see is in constant need of emotional uplifting and help and the fact that they aren't doing everything in their power to help her and get rid of anything bothering her even slightly makes them negligent! If something makes Marinette upsette, it means her support network is too small and neglecting her and not doing their jobs.

[dragon-queen21]

Regressor Tanjiro + caregiver hashira

-Sick edition

These are kinda silly and out of character but I miss writing about all the pillars at once and I just felt like projecting

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Muichiro:

~Could not care less… he’s heard enough excuses of illness being made for slayers who are just too lazy. You’ll live. Or don’t. See if he cares. That’s what he would say, if it was anyone besides Tanjiro.

~Muichiro is the same person who will lose it if Tanjiro so much as has a headache. It doesn’t help that the regressor blows everything out of proportion when he’s small.

~By the time it reaches Shinobu you would think the kid was dying. He’s not. Just a fussy baby with a common cold.

~Muichiro brings him whatever he wants. Juice? Got it. A stuffed animal? Here have 30. Cold? Now Tanjiro has like a gajillion blankets piled on top of him.

~Probably falls asleep next to Tanjiro (under the guise of making sure no one disturbs his friend) and wakes up the next morning with a cold too.

Tengen:

~Does not want to take care of a sick kid. Nope. Unflashy. Come back in three to six business days when your feeling better

<-Gets scolded by his wives for making the baby cry. Tanjiro already feels miserable, why do you have to make it worse?

~Complains about it the whole time but also would be the kind of parent to be up at three in the morning because Tanjiro’s fever got worse and now Tengen can’t sleep without making sure it goes back down

Rengoku:

~Chicken noodle soup and so many stories.

~Don't have to worry about being bored while sick that's for sure

~Also Rengoku just runs warm in general, and Tanjiro takes advantage of this, just cuddled up against the elder's side 24/7

Obanai:

~He deals with his own illnesses by laying on the ground and moping.

~In other words he's terrible at this

~Has to be the one to explain to the regressor that no, he can't have a pacifier if he can't breathe through his nose currently. No- don't cry! That's only going to make things worse.

~Shinobu walks in and finds the two laying on the floor.

Obanai: "He said he was uncomfortable on the bed. and personally, I agree" Shinobu: "I swear-"

~Doesn't even stick around that much and still he ends up sick.

Giyu

~Probably ends up sick after because he doesn’t understand the meaning of personal space. His son is sick he is going to nap right next to him until he feels better. They will go down together if they must-

~Shinobu meanwhile telling Giyu to stop being dramatic, neither of them is going to die, and get Tanjiro to eat this soup and take his medicine

~Keeps a cool cloth on Tanjiro's head and brushes through his hair in the way that he remembers Urokodaki and more recently Kagaya doing for him

Gyomei:

~Literally the best at getting kids to take their medicine which of course extends to regressors (and an honorable mention for Obanai)

~Milk bottle laced with cold medicine to help the boy fall asleep works a whole lot better than Shinobu’s method of 'try scaring the kid into taking it'

~The living motto of get rest and drink lots of water

~Also believes in getting some fresh air is good for you, so he takes Tanjiro outside for a little bit and just lets the regressor nap on his lap in the sunshine

Mitsuri:

~Makes him porridge with honey and spoon feeds Tanjiro when he insists he doesn’t want to eat.

“You have to gain your strength back somehow… just one more bite for me please?”

~Ice cream as a treat and to help with his sore throat

~Fusses over him so much. Just very much “oh I know your head hurts, I know it isn’t fair, huh baby?”

Shinobu:

~Somehow one slayer's cold turns into her having three sick patients and she is so over all of them.

~Scolds Mui and Giyu that they should have known better and gets met with varying responses of ‘yeah but it’s Tanjiro’

~She does give Tanjiro a small stuffed animal to hold while she checks him over and gently promises that everything is going to be just fine.

[werecreature-addicted]

In wolf packs the youngest adult wolf often has the role of encouraging the others to play and relax and keep morale up

So what I'm saying is a werewolf partner who is the youngest adult in their pack, who takes it upon themself to be a one-person morale officer

Even if it's not the most human solution to the problem, being brought a giant novelty tennis ball/tuggy rope and getting play-bowed at, or a big snuggly cuddle and a slow thump-thump tail of love, never fails to brighten up a day

My dog puts her head on my lap whenever I'm upset, and now I'm picturing a big werewolf doing the same thing.

Werewolf boyfriend who has good vibes 24/7. That's not to say he can't take things seriously, but He keeps things from being tense. You aren't sure what his job is because any time you ask about it, it seems like he just gives out hugs to other people in the pack and acts as a support, a shoulder to cry on.

He's your number-one hype man. He'll cheer you on for getting out of bed and doing the dishes. He's genuinely so impressed and proud of you. You have to remind him to be quiet in the mornings because you have neighbors who would not appreciate his yelling.

When you're feeling down he's right there to lift you back up. It's hard to be stressed about work with a big, goofy werewolf licking your face. You know how petting an animal will reduce stress? The same is true for petting boyfriends. He's a big acts of service guy. He likes doing little things to make your day a little bit better if you're stressed.

The toy thing is odd, but it's coming from a good place. The first time he does it you're so stunned you completely forget what you were upset over. You're on the verge of tears, and he drops his favorite rope toy in your lap.

If the toy thing stops working, he'll find something else to make you happy. Like a kiss on the cheek or wrapping you in a blanket- oooh or food, who doesn't love a little snack? Just wait, he'll make you smile again, he'll make sure of it.

[sinner-sunflower]

P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 7/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22, PART 23, PART 24, PART 25, PART 26

Thank you for everyone giving their thoughts in my dms as well as reblogging and liking each chapter!

Italics are flashbacks and I'm sure you can tell which ones haha

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Lucifer doesn't go back to the hotel right away. Instead, he opened a portal to the Palace. The place is as barren as the day his wife and daughter left, no servants, not a single soul except his.

He wondered why they even built something this big. He thinks it's probably because of Charlie and their need to give her a sanctuary that's untouched by Hell but him and Lilith weren't even planning a child when this was first proposed.

Lilith: You need a palace! Fit for a king!

Lucifer: I don't feel like a king, Lily. Besides, we're just two people. I feel like we won't even see each other with all this space.

Lilith: My love, it is only a matter of time before human souls arrive and we must establish our authority the moment they step foot in Hell. No king should mingle with the commoners. You are no human, you are an angel! A being so divine that you must stay untouchable.

Lucifer: But I don't want that, honey. I'm no angel, not anymore and this isn't my kingdom, it's my punishment.

Lilith: Then we make it one.

Right. It was Lilith.

He guesses it was fitting for her. All her life, she was told to basically be a servant for Adam. And when the opportunity of being something higher arose, she took it. Who was he to deny her of her newly found purpose?

Lucifer never wanted to be King but his wife was right, someone has to keep the sinner souls in check. That's his only reason and definitely not because of the guilt eating him alive every second of every day.

Keekee meows at his feet, demanding pets. He smiles at the cat, moving to bend down and giving in to her requests.

Lucifer: Sorry I had to cut the meeting short. I got pretty angry there didn't I? I don't even know why...

Keekee meows in response, head nuzzling his hands. If he didn't know any better, he'd say she's understanding but also berating him.

Lucifer: Yes yes. Your wish is my command.

Michael had done one thing right and that's gifting him Keekee. He may have been the angel of creation but back then, he wasn't powerful enough to magically summon the materials needed to build the Palace out of thin air.

Whether it was because his guilt or some other reason, Michael sent down the one-eyed cat their way. Not necessarily delivering it himself but there was a note that indicated it was from his brother.

Lilith was understandably apprehensive at first but grew to love the cat (Keekee! Cause she turns into a key, my love!) overtime.

He stands up and makes his way further inside his house. Not home. It hasn't felt like a home for a long, long time.

Stopping at the end of the hallway to a dead end, he addresses his companion once more.

Lucifer: Would you mind opening the garden, Keekee?

Without hesitation, the cat jumped morphed through the wall. Not a second later, the wall glowed with an almost Heaven-like pattern, runes moving to unlock a door that was never there.

Lucifer felt a breeze hit him as the door opened like an old friend greeting you with a kiss.

It's the one place in the Palace that he, Lilith, and young Charlie used to spend time on. A place that's made to be a total contrast of Hell's red and chaotic environment. A place where they can pretend to be okay, to feel like a normal family. A place that can rival the original made by his Father.

His own little Garden of Eden.

With Lilith's help, they managed to copy Eden from the unique clouds to the flow of the stream. He remembers almost crying when they looked at it finished for the first time.

Lilith: It looks just like home, Lucifer.

Lucifer: Yeah. It does.

And when the exterminations started, it was where they take Charlie to keep her safe.

Didn't last long anyway. They were all taking a nap one day but then Charlie found a way out and saw her first demon killed by an exorcist blade.

'It all went downhill from there.'

Keekee must be irritated with him zoning out because she scratches his leg to get him back to reality. He laughs at her attempt to pull him inside.

Lucifer: Sorry, sorry! I'm coming, I'm coming.

The cat pulls him to his usual spot under the tree with the flower bed. He picks up Keekee as he sits.

Lucifer: Why don't you go and tell Charlie or Al that I'm back? Tell them I'm just exhausted and that I'll talk to them after resting.

Another meow.

Lucifer: Okay... but only Charlie can come here if she asks where I am.

After licking his face, Keekee bounced off out the door back to the hotel.

As Lucifer drifts off to sleepyland in the comfortable bed of grass, surrounded by flowers and peace, he pats his jacket for a specific pocket containing something that he never got rid off. When he finds what he's looking for, he holds is up to the sky, blocking the artificial sun of not-Eden. A piece of paper that, though he may never admit out loud, gave him just a little bit enough will to continue and live.

He holds the paper to his heart as his eyes flutter shut and dreams of ducks.

'Thrive, Samael.'

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the note and keekee are from Michael!

[little-cereal-draws]

Button House Dog Rescue au

Alison and Mike get the house and the land like in the show but instead of an event hall, they get involved with the local shelter and turn it into a dog rescue. All the ghosts are dogs that they foster/unofficially adopt

Robin (wolfhound): He's been there the longest. He was given up as a puppy for reasons unknown; his owner didn't specify. He was the first dog that they rescued and even tho they tried their best, they still messed up a lot. He doesn't hold it against them tho, he loves them. He's made a lot of friends over the years but they've all been adopted out; no one wants him because of his size so he's been unofficially adopted by the Coopers and he's 100% fine with that. When he sits by the fire and they scratch his belly or behind his ears, he doesn't need another family

Humprey (golden retriever): He used to belong to a rich family but got out one day and was hit by a car. The accident left him unable to move anything but his head and even tho the family was distraught, they opted to put him down. Alison came in at the very last second insisting that she could help him and she did. It's took many years of physical therapy, learning to use mobility aids, and different meds but he can get around relatively easily now. He still opts to sleep in the sun most of the day tho and only occasionally romps around the garden w his friends. He's Mike's favorite bc Mike likes to squish his face. Mike's his favorite because he gives him way too many treats

Mary (dalmatian): She lived with a family but the house caught fire one night. She was able to escape (as were the ppl, dw) but ran the wrong way and got terribly lost in the dark. She had no tag or identification so she was taken to the shelter. She's got terrible anxiety and was constantly trembling when they first got her so Alison bought her one of those compress vests that acts like a weighted blanket. It was hard to get it on her the first time because she would shy away from any move they made but now she insists to have it on 24/7. Since getting to Button House, she's gone from skittish and hiding from everything to fairly confident. Alison believes it's from socializing with the new friends she's made

Kitty (pomeranian): She was given as a birthday present to a rich girl when she was a puppy. The girl wasn't very nice to her however and used her more as a doll she could jerk around than a living being. She would yell at her a lot too for natural puppy behavior (ex: not coming already housebroken, chewing things, making messes, etc) After a year or so, one of the neighbors finally had enough and was able to take her away. Unfortunately, they were unable to foster her so she ended up at Button House. She's still incredibly sweet, outgoing and loves to run and play with the big dogs. Even tho she can't keep up at the start, she always ends up running circles around them thanks to her unlimited energy when they tire out. When she's not doing that, she's "helping" Alison and tripping her up while she tries to work

Thomas (shetland sheepdog): He also belonged to a well-off family that he loved very dearly but got lost. He's convinced they're going to find him one day even tho it's been years at this point. The other dogs feel bad that he still believes this but they don't tell him. When he got to Button House, he latched onto Alison as his new family --or his temporary family since he's only going to be here a short while-- and follows her everywhere now. Definitely has separation anxiety due to his getting separated from his first family and freaks out whenever he can't see her. He'll cry when she shuts the door to the bathroom or her bedroom. He tries every night to sleep in her bed but the Coopers have a strict rule about no dogs in the bedroom so he never succeeds. Instead he lays right outside the door in the hallway and cries himself to sleep each night. It used to hurt Alison's heart but she's used to it now; she can't let him in bc once she does, everybody will want to come in

Fanny (chihuahua): She's white, pretty fluffy, and has magnificent floofs on her ears. She was given up by her family for being "too aggressive." They had several small kids and didn't do their research before getting her. The Coopers were a bit nervous at first but quickly learned she was all bark and no bite. Now she's Alison's lap dog and even tho she's perfectly capable of walking, she likes to be carried places. She's too old to want to play with the other dogs so instead she sits in Alison's lap and watches. She'll bark her head off at them but never goes to join the game. Alison thinks it's quite funny that when it's one on one, she can cow all the big dogs, including Robin, into doing what she wants

The Captain (german shepherd): He's a retired military dog that was unable to find a home because he didn't adjust to civilian life very well. He was never actually in a war tho, he stayed domestic and helped more with bomb sniffing. He was retired bc he was getting old and had a lot of health complications in his hips/joints. He's enjoying it much more at Button House with the other dogs than the few families he went to before and is slowly learning how to relax/be a dog. But because of his health problems, he can't play for very long before he has to lay down (this makes Kitty very sad). Mike's scared of him; he was nervous at the start because he assumed as an army dog he would be aggressive, but his fear got cemented one time they were out on a walk and there was a squirrel. The Captain lunged for it and pulled Mike face first into the mud. Mike swears he almost dislocated his shoulder but Alison isn't sure

Pat (corgi): He was given up by a suburban family who underestimated how much space and exercise he would need. Their yard wasn't big enough and he was either laying around the house all day depressed or ripping up the furniture to entertain himself. It was a very tearful goodbye when they dropped him off but the Coopers assured them he would be in good hands. He was very upset when they didn't come back after a few days but he's gotten used to it now. He loves running around in the big field and all the new friends he's made. He's Alison's favorite because he actually listens to her. She was surprised by how many words he knew and now puts his herding skills to use almost every day. "Pat, can you get everyone in the car?" "Pat, can you get everyone to the bath?" "Pat, can you get everyone for dinner?" He's very good at it and make's sure no one's left behind (even Mike)

Julian (weimaraner): He was adopted by a politician as a publicity stunt when he was a puppy. As he grew up, he was absolutely spoiled and occasionally got to go to events/parties. His owner liked to take pictures of him and post them on social media to get voters' attention so quite a large number of people knew who he was. As he got older tho, the posts stopped getting as many likes and a new puppy was adopted. Before he knew what was happening, he was left at Button House. There was quite an adjustment period as he got used to not fancy food, having to share, and all that but he's loving it now. He's Alison's least favorite because he's so crafty and always up to trouble. When he teams up with Robin, the two of them can easily break into the pantry and eat as much ppl food as they like. Alison's started locking it but somehow they're still getting in. It remains the most infuriating mystery of Alison's life

The plague ghosts: they are quite a few different breeds that were rescued from a very unethical puppy mill. They’re at Button House because it was the only place big enough to house them all. They’ve all got mange tho and are quarantined to a separate part of the house. Even tho they are loving their new life much more than how they were living before, they still dream of the day they’ll be able to go out and play w all the other dogs

Pt 2 Pt 3

[jackasswhre]

can you maybe do hcs of johnny, raab, or bam with a girl who’s insecure?

i did all 3 :) hope you like it!!

Johnny Knoxville, Raab Himself and Bam Margera dating a girl who's insecure :)

johnny knoxville

i feel like he would pick up on it right away

either he saw how you look at yourself in the mirror or noticed if you go quiet when he's talking to other women

he probably wouldn't bring it up the minute he realizes

instead he starts saying "i love you" more often

calls you gorgeous 24/7

and acts uninterested when women talk to him

just to see if it helps

and if it doesn't then he's probably gonna ask you about it

you're both sitting on the couch watching tv

and he has an arm around you

he starts off with "can i ask you something you something sweetheart?"

then he starts explaining what he has noticed and how he really wants to help you because you're the most beautiful girl he knows

if you start crying he will 100% hug you

for as long as you need

if you tell him why you're insecure then he will be so happy that you trust him enough and tries to help you with anything that he can

if you're not ready to tell him yet he understands and gives you all the time you need

he just doesn't want you to forget that he loves you more than anything

raab himself

now here's the thing

poor raab is so clueless

he would not notice a thing

either he would have to walk in on you crying or have april ask him why you're sad

he would be so confused if either of those things happened

if you're crying then he immedietly pulls you into his arms and starts asking what happened

if you tell him he would be so confused

why are you insecure when you're the most amazing person he knows

and he will tell you that

if april asks him why you seem sad then he'll be confused for a minute until she starts explaining what she has noticed

he would go sit in your guys' room and think about how to ask you about it

you walk in while he's thinking and ask him if everything's alright

he stands up and first of all hugs you

then he asks you about the things that april said

again same thing with the other one he would be so confused

but with both of those scenarios i feel like he would ask what he can do to help

and he will help in any way

but honestly no matter what explanation you give him he will still not understand how his beautiful, gorgeous, amazing, smart and talented girlfriend is insecure

he still tries to help you tho

bam margera

bam i think is somewhere between the two of them

he doesn't notice right away but he also isn't completely clueless

he will probably notice some things but he wouldn't automatically assume that you're insecure

once it finally clicked for him he was so worried about you

he finds you as soon as possible and talks to you about it the minute you two are alone

he will be so sweet and patient while you tell him

holding your hands and rubbing his thumbs over the knuckles

he does everything in his power to make you feel better

he already doesn't like it when female interviewers flirt with him especially when you're right next to him

so while they're talking/flirting he's whispering in your ear

usually it's something funny about the interviewer

like how her shoes dont match with her dress

or just something funny in general

please laugh at his joke lmao

it'll make the interviewer feel awkward

once you guys are done with that he immedietly asks if you're okay and tells you that he loves you

in general he says "i love you" a lot but he has started saying double the amount

he just doesn't want you to forget

he always has an arm around you

out in public and with friends

he's just so happy that he's dating you and he wants the whole world to know

if you start getting better please tell him

he's so so so proud of you

literally kisses your entire face

all smiley for the rest of the day

a/n: if you ever need somebody to talk to im always here and i want to help in any way i can ♡♡♡

[badbatchposts]

Quiet Corners of the Galaxy, Ch. 29

Relevant tags/content warnings: Crosshair/Original Female Character, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Periodic Smut, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, 18+/Explicit

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Chapter 29 summary: The Partisans arrive on base, and Crosshair realizes how much he still doesn't know about Dara.

Extra content warnings for this chapter: References to last chapter's smut but nothing direct.

As the Partisans’ ship began its descent to the landing pad where they were all gathered, Crosshair was not looking at Dara. He wasn’t even thinking about Dara. He definitely was not glancing over at her to see her reaction to the ship’s arrival, wondering if that was anticipation or eagerness or anxiety on her face. He wasn’t remembering her trembling in his lap, crying out his name, and lamenting that he might never get to hear that sound again.

And maybe he didn’t technically need to be here for the Partisans’ arrival on base, but the rest of the squad was here anyway so he might as well be, and Crosshair definitely wasn’t here just because Dara was here and he needed to see with his own eyes how she reacted when Gerrera came walking off the transport, if she smiled or her eyes lit up or she kept her expression carefully schooled like she always did only to sneak away with Saw later to some dark corner—

He couldn’t do this. He should just go. He was only going to end up causing trouble, and that was probably the real reason why Dara had broken things off in the first place—because working out an alliance between their two groups was too important, and she knew he would just ruin this for her.

Or maybe it was because she knew something else. Suspected, long before he did, what he had only realized he couldn’t keep denying the moment that she had told him things had to end.

Maybe, somehow, she knew that when he laid awake in his bunk at night, he didn’t always fantasize about finding ecstasy between her legs. Sometimes he just pictured staying with her afterwards, burying his nose in her hair while she slept.

Something in Crosshair’s chest had clenched tight as soon as the words had fallen from Dara’s lips the night before, panic and desperation bubbling up from deep in his belly, and it was pure muscle memory to cover it over with snark. He had proposed having sex again just to delay the inevitable, to give himself some time to figure out where he had gone wrong. She was angry that he was being possessive because of Howzer—yes, obviously he was staking his claim there—but there had to be something more.

He didn’t really know much about Dara’s past, when it came down to it. All those long years that natural-born beings had, living unregimented existences. When he thought of everything he’d managed to get up to just during the handful of shore leaves they’d had while the war raged on, he had to acknowledge that it was unrealistic to expect her sexual history to be any less extensive.

But that, surprisingly, didn’t bother him. What bothered him was the thought of anyone else having her now.

Especially if it was someone who mattered to her.

Crosshair wasn’t sure if he was convinced by her pronouncements about Saw, but the least he could do was show her that he was just as good. Could offer just as much. Better. Even if sex was all she ever needed him for.

Dara must have seen right through him, though. The way he had declared how badly he wanted to make her cum over and over was practically a neon sign pointing out that his affection had strayed beyond what she could tolerate. Not to mention how he’d lied to get her to stay on top of him, just because he wanted to sit there with her a little longer before he had to let go and never feel her like that again.

He was so pathetically obvious. In retrospect, the way she had driven him wild with her mouth seemed at best a bitterly cruel parting gift, at worst pity.

Hunter squeezed Crosshair’s shoulder as the Partisans’ ship finally landed. “Easy, vod,” he murmured.

The sniper wasn’t sure what his brother’s enhanced senses were picking up from him. Probably that the hatch wasn’t even open yet and Crosshair was already seriously considering fist-fighting Saw Gerrera just to make himself feel better.

Crosshair huffed. “I’m fine.”

“Uh-huh. Just try to behave,” Hunter replied skeptically.

With a hiss of steam, the ship’s ramp finally descended, and the Partisans had arrived.

About a dozen people in a mix of species, all clad in hodgepodge armor and equally mismatched weapons, slowly shuffled their way out into the morning sunshine of the landing platform. Dara nodded and exchanged pats on the back with each one as they passed by, murmuring her greetings. Most smiled warmly to see her, though a few leaned in with serious expressions, speaking quietly and earning a significant look from her in turn. The Partisans had sent a mixture of fighters and Dara’s intelligence specialists, and Crosshair couldn’t be sure, of those who treated her like either an old friend or a superior officer, which group was which.

One individual, however, he had no doubt was a friend, as a tiny Theelin woman with silvery-blue skin and bright blue hair squeezed Dara tightly, chattering a klick a minute.

“You said the operation would only take a few weeks and it’s been months and you let yourself be compromised and captured and we are never sending you in without backup again, and your last message was utter banthashit by the way you barely gave me any details and don’t start with me with that mission security shit I was ready to track this place down and bust you out of here myself if it came down to it you absolute—"

“Everything’s fine, Yaru,” Dara soothed. “I had it all under control.”

Yaru brightened as she released her friend, somehow immediately appeased, her sudden change in attitude liable to cause whiplash. “Well, of course you did. But I need to get you up to speed on—”

The Theelin, who had been surveying the crowd of clones as she spoke, stopped short in the middle of her sentence and lifted her gaze, drawing it up, up, up, until she met Wrecker’s eyes where he towered at least half a meter taller than her.

“Well, helloooo there,” she greeted him, drawing the words out longer than strictly necessary. She looked him up and down without an ounce of subtlety. “You’re certainly a big boy, aren’t you?”

Wrecker turned bright red and rubbed the back of his neck a little sheepishly, but still laughed and beamed at her. “Uh. Sure am!”

Dara scrubbed a hand down her face, lifting her eyes to the heavens as if begging the Maker to spare her the indignity of witnessing this. Crosshair could relate.

She sighed, gesturing between them in introduction. “Wrecker’s one of the clones who picked me up when I crash landed. Yaru works comms and tech for me. Can we dispense with this until after you’ve taken more than five steps on planet, maybe, Yaru?”

The woman gasped in mock outrage. “Is that all I am to you, Dara? An esteemed colleague? And here I brought some of your things from base. That’s the last time I try to do a nice thing for you.” Yaru shoved a pack into Dara’s hands, tilting her head back dramatically and resting the back of her hand against her forehead as she stomped away, faking sobs, the effect of which was almost immediately undermind when she paused in order to wink at Wrecker as she passed by.

Dara shook her head, an amused smile playing at her lips that made Crosshair’s chest ache, before she caught a glimpse of the final person descending the ramp and her expression turned serious once more.

Saw Gerrera had piercing blue-green eyes in a severe, scarred face that his unkempt beard and buzzed head did little to soften. His demeanor was somehow even harsher than Crosshair remembered. It had been two standard years since he had seen the Partisan leader, and through the haze that permeated all his memories of that time under the influence of the inhibitor chip, he could still recall the simultaneous contempt and foreboding that he had felt when Saw had warned them that a civil war was coming.

Crosshair wondered how the rebel had seen what was happening so early on, when they themselves were still floundering. Though he had thought Gerrera was simply an arrogant insurgent at the time, destined to be destroyed, the rebel had been right, in the end. The Batch needed to pick a side, and shortly after their encounter, they had.

Unfortunately, Crosshair had not been on the side the rest of his squad had chosen at first. But he was here now.

Dara nodded at her leader, greeting him no more or less than she had the rest of her comrades—to Crosshair’s quiet joy—but then furrowed her brow at his glare.

“Saw. Did something happen?”

“We had a stowaway,” he growled.

Dara, confused, looked beyond him deeper into the interior of the ship. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she smiled, her expression radiating warmth. It was dazzling, like staring directly into a star, and Crosshair felt his chest ache again.

She’d never looked at him like that. From where he stood, he couldn’t see who made Dara shine like the night sky, and maybe he’d been wrong about Saw all along—maybe someone else was the reason she’d ended things with him. And how could he possibly compete with anyone who had an effect on her like that?

The moment felt impossibly long, far longer than it could have been, before the person came into view, and Crosshair’s fragile and confused emotional state hurtled into the next system when he caught sight of a sullen teenager.

The boy couldn’t have been much older than Omega. He had rich copper skin and dark, wavy hair, but his eyes were a strange milky-gray, pupils barely pinpricks. He blinked in the sunlight, gaze flicking uncertainly between Dara and Saw as he shifted from foot to foot. Dara folded her arms and scowled at him, but her eyes gave her away, still twinkling with happiness.

“What, I’m gone for a few months and suddenly you’re too good to give me a hug?”

Relief washing over his features, the boy took the last few steps at a run, practically tackling Dara in his eagerness. “I thought you’d be mad,” he breathed. “Saw was.”

Dara drew away from him, grinning. “I could never be mad at you for coming to see me.”

The boy frowned. “But I left my post.”

“Well, it’s about time you gave me a field report, isn’t it?” She ignored Saw’s displeasure entirely as she looked the teen up and down for a minute. “Dank farrik, kid, how much taller did you grow?”

The boy only shrugged before he glanced out at the group of clones and realized they had an audience. Dara patted his back in support when he drew back.

“Boys, this is Brith, my best field agent. If you want to know everything there is to know about a target or an Imperial base, all you have to do is drop him in town for a few weeks and wait.”

Brith shrugged a little self-consciously as the men smiled and nodded at him. Omega caught his eye with an excitable wave, and Crosshair was certain she’d be interrogating him, wide-eyed, about his adventures before the hour was up. Crosshair himself, though, wasn’t sure exactly what to make of it—Dara had certainly never mentioned anything about a kid before, and he couldn’t help but wonder how much else she hadn’t told him.

Dara stood aside for a moment, murmuring quietly to Brith, while Rex stepped forward to clasp Gerrera by the hand. “Good to see you again, Saw,” the Captain welcomed him.

“You too, Rex.” Saw drew himself up as he returned the gesture, surveying the crowd of clones. When his gaze alit on Crosshair and the rest of Clone Force 99, his eyes darkened. “Just wish I could say the same about all your men. You know…” he took a step toward the sniper, arms crossed, expression murderous. “I promised myself if I ever saw you again then I’d even the score.”

Crosshair smirked. “I suppose you could try,” he drawled.

Saw addressed the Captain over his shoulder without looking away, fists clenching.“I’ve got to be honest, Rex—if we’re supposed to be trusting each other, having him on your side isn’t doing you many favors,”he spat.

Crosshair surveyed him quickly, already sizing up his weak points in case it came down to a brawl. Behind him, he felt his brothers stiffening. Wrecker loomed menacingly over his shoulder while Tech shuffled Omega behind them, to her muffled protests.

“Hmm,” Crosshair sneered. “I would give you a list of all the Imperials I’ve killed to prove myself, but I’ve already lost count.”

“Can’t say it would change my mind,” Saw retaliated. “Betrayed the Republic, betrayed your squad, betrayed the Empire…doesn’t seem to me like you care much which side you’re killing.”

Hunter stepped up beside Crosshair. “You’re gonna want to back off, Saw,” he growled. The Sergeant could tell his brother to behave all he liked, but when it came down to it, Crosshair couldn’t help but appreciate how quickly he’d back him up anyway. Both sides were preparing for a fight now, the tension ratcheting up until the air was thick with it, and the part of Crosshair that whispered that he was doing exactly what Dara didn’t want him to do warred with the element that would rather let his feelings out through his fists.

When the woman herself intervened, standing between Saw and Crosshair and glaring at each of them in turn, the sniper almost found himself shrinking back a little.

“Far be it from me to put a stop to this little pissing contest,” Dara interrupted, “but I’ve already had this discussion.” She turned toward Saw, arms folded. “And I’ve made my peace with it. You don’t have to trust him, but you should at least trust my judgment.”

Saw worked his jaw, still glowering, his eyes darting between Dara and Crosshair for a moment.

“You’ll vouch for him?” he finally asked.

Dara glanced back at Crosshair, expression unreadable, and he felt a traitorous flip in his stomach. It was ridiculous, how his nerves were steel in the face of what very well could’ve escalated into violence, only to wobble the minute she looked at him.

She nodded. “I trust him. We wouldn’t be doing this otherwise.”

She trusted him. Surely, she didn’t mean that—she had told him the opposite herself. Dara was just trying to appease Saw, to get this alliance to work. Inexplicably, Crosshair suddenly noticed that the bruises he’d left on her neck had disappeared, and, his stomach churning with all the jealousy and anticipation and disappointment and everything else he’d been subjected to over the last rotation, he wondered if she’d also bothered to waste bacta on erasing the lovely, succulent marks he’d dedicatedly inscribed over her breasts. He hoped she hadn’t.

Saw didn’t relax even an iota, still chewing stubbornly on her affirmation, but most of his fighters did, sensing that the moment had passed. From the corner of his eye, Crosshair saw Hunter signal the rest of the squad to stand down.

Rex placed a firm hand on Gerrera’s shoulder. “The Empire’s hurt all of us, Saw,” the Captain avowed quietly. “It’s time to work together.”

Finally, Saw tore his gaze from Dara, shooting Crosshair one last mistrustful scowl. “We can do that. At least, for now.” He turned to Rex, gesturing with his chin. “Lead the way, Captain.”

As the clones and Partisans followed their leaders from the landing pad toward the briefing room, Crosshair was close enough to hear Dara and Saw’s quiet conversation.

“Where’s Ryndi?” Dara asked, glancing over the group behind them as if expecting to see another face there.

Saw tensed his jaw almost imperceptibly. “She had to stay behind on base to keep an eye on her patients. We had some injuries during an operation on Eriadu.”

“You infiltrated Tarkin’s compound without me?” To the casual observer, Dara was looking at Saw with mild disapproval, but Crosshair could tell she was furious, her nostrils flaring ever-so-slightly. He scoffed internally, thinking that Saw’s boldness must really outweigh his intelligence if he thought he could take on the Imperial governor in his own base.

“It couldn’t be helped,” Saw asserted. “There was a summit of high-ranking Imperial officers that we were targeting. I didn’t want to pull you out from here.”

Dara was gritting her teeth and seemed to want to object, but appeared to decide to bite her tongue. “Well did you at least complete the objective?” she asked instead.

Saw gave her a look. “Do you think I would have this expression right now if we had managed to take out Tarkin?” With that, he caught up with Rex at the head of the group, leaving Dara shaking her head in frustration behind him.

Crosshair was beginning to see where some of Dara’s hesitation in describing her relationship with Saw had come from during his interrogation the night before. Perhaps it was more complicated than he had thought. Though a small part of him was still ringing with a stubborn, certainly misplaced hope—she trusts me, she trusts me, she trusts me—he couldn’t be sure if that was a good thing for him.

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At UCLA hospital Noella, Dwayne, Jimmy, Trinity, Jacob and the Tongans sit in the waiting room waiting on news about Roman. Jacob and the Tongans are sitting with each other, Noella is sitting beside Dwayne and Trinity is siting beside Jimmy. Noella has not said a word or looked at anyone since they arrived all she's done is look at the ground, mumble to herself and run her hands through her hair. Jimmy still has jeys blood all over his clothes and like Noella hasn't said a word to anyone since they arrived all he has done is lean on Trinity and silently cry. Jacob and the Tongans have quietly been talking among themselves about everything that happened. Dwayne looks down at Noella gently grabs her hand and says

" Hey, Noella everything is gonna be okay, he's a fighter he'll hold on."

" yeah right, he's been here for 3 hours already and no doctor has been to talk to us, that is not a good sign." Noella cries

" I know that it doesn't look good but you just have to have faith he will pull though." Dwayne says gently.

Noella says nothing just nods.

Jimmy lifts his head off of Trinity's shoulder and says

" am i a bad person, i feel so horrible."

" Jerdy, look at me, you are not a bad person, you did what you had to do to protect your own." Trinity says

" I know I did what I had to do, but what the hell was Jey thinking, why did he make me do it." Jimmy Sobs uncontrollably.

Trinity says nothing and just pulls him into her arms and hold him through the pain.

Jacob and the Tongans get up and go around to everyone to see if they need drink or snack. Nobody is in the mood for anything though so they sit back down.

A doctor comes out into the waiting room and says

" Family or roman Reigns. "

They all jump up immediately and says " yes"

" Roman is okay right now, he is not going to be able to walk for a while due to where the stab wound is so someone will need to be with him 24/7 when he goes home. He will have to stay a couple days for observation." The doctor explains.

"Can, Can we see him. " Noella ask quietly

"yes, you can but he does need his rest so try to keep time with him short." The nurse says

"Okay, will do ma'am. Noella says

Dwayne who was behind her squeezes her shoulders gently and says " Do, you wanna go first, ill go with you if you don't want to go alone."

" Yes, could you go with me." Noella says

Dwayne nods and they walk to Romans room.

Roman is sitting up in the bed watching tv when he sees Noella walk in with Dwayne. Noella immediately runs up to him, hugs him tightly and sobs.

" Nell, baby girl, I'm okay, I'm here, everything is gonna be okay." Roman says while gently stroking her hair.

" I-I thought I lost you, you could've died because of me." Noella says

" but I didn't and even if I did I would come back and do it a million times over because I love you Nell." Roman says sweetly.

Noella just nods and hugs roman tighter.

" see, brother I told you, you would tell her yourself." Dwayne says

" Yeah, I guess you were right, I got my girl back that's all that matters." roman says with a smile.

Jimmy and Trinity knock on the door gently and say.

" can we speak to him a minute, before we go back to the house."

Noella and Dwayne nod before leaving Noella gives roman and gentle kiss on the lips and walks out.

jimmy goes to one side of the bed and Trinity the other.

" uce, I am so glad your alive, I don't know what…." jimmy isn't able to finish because roman stops him and says

" I am okay and I know how hard that was for you but thank you for protecting her when I couldn't Jimmy. I can tell its weighing on you a lot and if you need to talk to Noella and get it off your chest please do."

jimmy nods and says " I will brother, I will."

Trinity says " I bet you're ready to get home Ill fix you your favorite grilled shrimp with Mexican rice."

" that sounds so good, you're making me hungry. I cannot wait to get back home." Roman says with a smile.

Trinity looks at her phone and says " Well, we've been here a while so we are gonna go where Jacob and the other two can come see you."

Roman nods and smiles as Jimmy and Trinity give him a gentle hug and leave.

Jacob and the Tongans walk in and say

" Hey, we are so glad you're okay."

" me, too I am so grateful for you guys because if you wouldn't have been there things could've gone different." roman says

" We were happy too, the girls are at home with Kevin so they are safe." Jacob says

" those three are a handful though so we are gonna head back to help him." Tonga Loa says

"Okay, I love y'all." Roman says as they walk out.

Back home at the bloodline mansion Noella sat in romans room alone trying to sleep but failing because the memories were getting to her. she descends the stairs and walks outside to the big patio and sits down in a rocking chair. She looks to the night sky that is full of stars and whispers " how, did my life get so complicated, everywhere I go trouble follows." she was so in her feeling she didn't even notice Jimmy walk up and sit beside her. Jimmy looks at her and says.

" Noella, you're not a burden at all, we love having in our crazy, wild unpredictable family."

" Thank you, but how can you say that, your brother turned on all of you just because I chose Roman, He killed Solo and you had to kill him because of me. I should have just stayed with Drew." Noella says sadly

" Hey, Hey none of that shit, what Jey did is not your fault you cant control him and even if you did know he would have killed you then this whole family would have been torn apart." Jimmy said

" jimmy. I…" Noella starts to say

" No, you are not in charge of other peoples actions and I know you feel like everything is your fault but in some odd way you are holding us all together." Jimmy says seriously.

" what do you mean." Noella says

" When Roman found out that Jey had taken you and hurt you he said he was going to go in guns blazing and kill everybody no remorse, but you know why he didn't?" Noella shakes her head.

" Because he knew if he did that he would putting your life and ours at risk, you are important to him so you are important to me and everybody else, whether you wanna be or not you are officially apart of the Anoa"i family." Jimmy says smiling.

" Thank you, jimmy for talking to me and listening." Noella says with a smile.

" You're welcome now lets go back inside before my wife comes and kills me for being awake at this ungodly hour. Jimmy says with a laugh.

Noella nods and as they walk in the door Jimmy hugs Noella tight and says

" goodnight, sis I love you."

" I love you to goodnight." Noella says with a smile.

Noella thinks this is what real family feels like, wow its nice to actually feel like you belong somewhere.

Upstairs in Jades guest room she is sleeping soundly. Just like everyone else in the house. What she doesn't know is the Kevin Sami's best friend is standing over her with a gun to her head. Kevin smirks and whispers.

" Bye, Bye Jade."

Before Kevin can fire he feels a cold metal barrel hit his head. He turns around and the stranger says.

" I wouldn't do that if I were you."

" who the hell are you." Kevin says

" well, I'm Zilla, Zilla Fatu and I'm gonna get you…….

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Fill My Empty Heart: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: After Mya's death, Aaron committed suicide. Mr. Peterson, desperate to have a family again, kidnaps the depressed and heartbroken child across the street, Nicky Roth.

Chapter 15

Enzo and Ivan woke up, snuggling up against each other. They were happy for a moment, until they remembered where they were.

Aaron's room.

Mr. Peterson kidnapped them and put them here, along with Nicky, who was still sleeping.

"We're gonna die here.", Ivan said, beginning to cry again. He buried his face back into Enzo's chest, and let the tears fall out.

Then Nicky woke up, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Enzo looked at him, "Nicky, we have to find a way to get out of here. Right now!", he said.

But Nicky shook his head and laid back down, "No. I don't want to, I wanna go back to sleep.", he said, almost sounding like he was a child begging to stay in bed because he didn't want to go to school.

Enzo looked at him, confused. But before he could question, the door unlocked and opened. In came Mr. Peterson, wearing an apron. He smiled at the kids.

"Oh, good to see you're all awake.", he said proudly, "Breakfast is ready.", he said, and then he left and went back downstairs.

Ivan immediately got up and was about to walk out the door, but not before looking back at Enzo's confused face. "I don't want to know what happens if I don't listen to him.", he said. "Also, I'm hungry.", then he ran downstairs.

Enzo looked back at Nicky's half asleep form, then he walked out of the room and downstairs.

When he got to the kitchen, he was surprised to see Trinity and Maritza already sitting at the table. He immediately ran to his sister and hugged her. "Oh thank goodness you're okay.", he breathed.

Maritza wrapped her arms around her brother and buried her face in his shoulder.

Enzo broke away from the hug and sat next to his sister, "Did he hurt you?", he whispered. Maritza shook her head, "No, but he did break a lamp.", she replied. "He said he'd replace it as soon as he went shopping again."

Trinity sighed and leaned back against her chair, "I can't believe this is happening.", she said.

Just then, plates full of waffles, eggs and bacon were placed in front of the kids, and cups of apple juice were sat down beside the plates. Mr. Peterson ruffled all of the children's hair before he went back to the counter and took a tray upstairs.

But just as he was about to leave, he turned back to the kids.

"In case I haven't told anyone yet, Nicky has a broken leg. He won't be able to move around much and he might need extra attention, but don't think that means I won't be keeping an eye on all of you.", he said. And with that, he left and went upstairs.

Ivan nervously ate his waffles, "Poor Nicky...", he whimpered.

"He said he doesn't even want to leave anymore.", said Enzo. "But when we tried escaping with him, he was running as fast as he could to get away from him."

"Yeah, before he got stuck in that bear trap.", said Maritza. "I bet Mr. Peterson put it there."

"No doubt.", said Trinity.

It was quiet for a moment, then Trinity slammed her fist down on the table.

"It can't end like this.", she said, "We came so far to try and rescue our friend, and now we're in the same mess he's in. I'm not giving up, and neither are any of you.", she said, pointing to her friends.

Ivan took a sip of his orange juice before he spoke up, "But what can we do? Nicky's got stockholm syndrome, and we're basically being monitored 24/7 by a madman who wants us to be his family. We have to be good children so we don't suffer punishments."

"Yeah, Trinity. What're we gonna do?", asked Maritza.

Trinity tapped her chin in thought, then she had an idea. "What are children mostly good at?"

Silence.

"Driving their parents up the wall.", she said. "Kids drive their parents crazy with insane ideas and demands, so all we have to do is make Mr. Peterson regret kidnapping us."

She slammed both her hands on the table, "We're gonna show him the scary part about parenthood."

Everyone's eyes widened, then they smiled and nodded.

"That's a perfect idea, Trin!", said Maritza. "Oh he wants children, well we're not gonna make it easy for him."

They all laughed as they continued to eat their breakfast.

Tomorrow, they'd put their plan into action.

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Sunset Died - Wolff/Sekemoto

Own decisions

Later that evening. After Morgana had brought dinner to the table, Sam sat silently in front of his bowl for a moment. “Do I really have to go to school tomorrow?"/ ”Oh… No, of course you don't if you don't feel ready for it yet. But…maybe it would be nice for you to make a new friend and learn something”. Sam slowly pulled his chair a little closer. “I'll decide in the morning.”

A few minutes after the meal. “I'd like to use your laptop, if you don't mind. Don't worry, I won't access your medical stuff, I just want to check on old contacts"/ ‘was Cy able to answer your questions?’/ ‘mhm, the line is back up 24/7, he's checked everything again for security. we just haven't been contacted about it yet’/ ”Oh, that's wonderful. Yes, all right”.

That evening, Sam wanted a bedtime story. Morgana and her husband actually thought that he would want to sleep without it for the time being. But he seems to be coping with his grief in his own way. He doesn't cry, at least apparently not in the presence of the adults. His attention span didn't last very long, though, and he quickly fell asleep. “Hn, no wonder, that was a really stupid story. Good night…”.

As Morgana was about to go to bed, she noticed that there was a new painting on the easel. And it was completely finished. In a way, it made her a little proud, because Sam had apparently only learned to paint from watching and was therefore able to gather enough inspiration. But on the other hand, it made her a little sad. His family would never admire his later works.

Even though it was already quite late and Thornton's eyes were almost closing, he at least wanted to make a first attempt and see what had happened in his e-mail inbox since the disaster. “Holy shit, over 4000 emails. I can delete some of them, it's just advertising, information… what did I click on back then? Well, o.k., i have some catching up to do“.

Later that night. “What have you been doing all this time?"/ ‘Deleting unnecessary emails and giving an old colleague a sign of life from me, like my cousin Dwayne…’/ ‘You… You have a cousin?’/ ”Hard to believe, but yes. I haven't seen him for ages, I don't know how he got my e-mail address. Anyway, he wanted to know if everything was OK and if we wanted to see each other again sometime…phh“.

“How long ago was the email?"/ ”A few days before everything here was dead. I had so much to do at the time and hadn't checked my emails at all… The last time I saw him was when I was 6 or 7, we never had much to do with each other…"/ ‘And yet you replied to him…’/ ”Well, at least to say hello. He sent me a family photo. His children look like little feral wolves"/ ‘hnhn, maybe they are wolves’/ ‘what nonsense… good night’.

It's the next morning. Morgana was about to check on Sam and was surprised to see that he was already up and standing in front of the closet. “hi, I thought you were still asleep"/ ‘No, I just wanted to get my things out for school…’/ ‘For… You want to go to school?’. He just nodded without looking at her.

“Yes, then… Then get dressed, I'll quickly make something for you to eat” / ‘You don't have to, I know where everything is…’. Without another word, he took his things out of the first drawer and disappeared outside into the bathroom.

After Sam had disappeared from the room with his clothes, Morgana looked out of the window for a moment. Then an important thought caught up with her again. She remembered Leighton's words. “The family chronicle. It's not really my style to rummage around in other people's things, but… I guess it's important.”.

Morgana literally rummaged through the things that belonged to Yumi. She didn't have very many clothes left, as most of them had been lost in the destruction of her house. But the few things she did find were all carefully folded, so it wasn't long before she came across something in the bottom left-hand drawer.

She felt something solid under one of the items of clothing and pulled it out of the drawer. Then it fell out of her hand briefly. “This must be it. I only have one problem… I can't speak Japanese, but I'm sure the Internet will help me.“.

A little later, Morgana went downstairs to the living room with the book. Sam was still eating breakfast. He saw her sit down at the desk and recognized what she was holding. “What do you want to do with it?"/ ‘Oh, I… I wanted to translate a few things for you, if I can manage it’/ ‘You don't have to translate it for me’.

Morgana looked at him a little questioningly. “Don't I have to?”. He shook his head. “When we sometimes couldn't sleep at night, Grandma would read it to me since I was very little. She showed me all the signs and told me what they meant"/ ‘really all of them?’/ ‘mhm…’/ ‘And you've memorized them all?’. He nodded again. “So… do you know what it all says?"/ ‘not everything yet’.

“Hm, I see. “/ “Dad told me to read it”. Morgana almost felt guilty. She looked at the book for a moment and then decided for herself not to proceed any further. “Of course, I didn't want to violate your privacy either. I just thought…"/ ”When I'm ready, I'll read it. And I can read it out loud to you then. But not today… And not tomorrow either.” Morgana switched her laptop off again. “All right. You're the boss, hn”.

Sam brought his keys into the kitchen. ("Unbelievable, I didn't know she taught him Japanese. Of course, it's his mother tongue and it wasn't out of the question that she taught him more. It would probably take me weeks or months to translate everything. Hm…I'm excited”.

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