#but just wanted to say ive seen the asks and plan on answering the soon!

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MBTI Observations 2: Observe Harder

○ xxTPs often make great teachers because their high Ti lends itself useful to explaining something in logical ways, and their lower Fe (if developed enough) can be used to figure out what their student doesn't understand, and how they might need the information rephrased so that it is easier to understand.

● ExxJs are REALLY good at predicting the endings of movies or shows - probably something to do with their dominant function being an objective judging function (Fe or Te), making it easy to spot the purpose of a story, and the easiest way to convey the message through the climax & resolution.

□ INxJs often get (reasonable) flack for not having very good kinesthetic abilities, but they often have approximately one (1) sensory ability that comes super naturally because the sheer willpower of dom Ni overrides the flaws of inferior Se. A common example I see is always knowing where the car is parked, even if they don't consciously remember or know where it is. They borderline let their eyes roll into the back of their head and their dom Ni leads them to the car's exact location in a fashion that is technically unexplainable.

■ Every INFP is "just a girl" (even if they aren't. they are.)

♤ ISxPs listen to conversations around them and passively choose not to speak because they are simply not compelled to do so. ISxJs listen to conversations around them and actively choose not to speak because they've heard enough to decide it's not worth it.

[scarletemeterio]

hii, saw u wanted arcane requests. from what ive seen on tiktok, apparently jinx was able to escape after the explosion in the very last episode and survived and ran away on that blimp thing, so could u please write a jinx x fem reader where after the explosion, jinx comes to get reader and they run away together happily to another region to have a fresh start and have a quiet, peaceful life. 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 pls and thank you.

A Fresh Start (Jinx x Gn!reader)

Warnings: mentions of death, use of (Y/N) once

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Fandom: Arcane

Summary: see request

Word Count: 1.6k

No set pronouns for reader

•••

You still remembered every detail, every word said, replaying the moment in your head. You'd had a fight with Jinx, nothing serious you'd thought, but when she and Ekko found you, you could see the pain in her eyes. She came running to you, wrapping her arms around your neck.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean all those things I said,” she apologized, her voice breaking. “You've always been there for me, and I've been ungrateful about that.”

You hugged her tightly, with your arms surrounding her waist, hiding your face in her shoulder.

“It's okay, it doesn't matter now,” you mumbled. “Are you okay?” You asked, breaking apart and caressing her face.

She simply nodded, but you could read her like an open book, and you knew that there was something she wasn't telling you.

Before you could keep questioning her, Ekko decided to speak.

“I hate to interrupt the sweet moment and everything, but we have to hurry if we wanna survive,” he said. You gave him a confused look, slowly breaking your embrace with Jinx.

“Yeah, the world is basically about to end,” the girl said. And both she and the boy tried their best to give you all the information you needed, trying to come up with a plan.

When you were almost finished with the globe, Jinx pulled you apart for a moment, wanting to talk to you.

“I really am sorry about before," she started saying, “I just couldn't think straight at the moment and I took it out on you.”

“Hey, I said it was okay and I meant it,” you comforted her, grabbing her hand.

“I just don't want us to be on bad terms, we don't know what could happen out there,” she whispered, trying to hold back her tears.

“We're not on bad terms, okay? Don't worry about that, my love,” you answered, not wanting to think about the worst case scenario.

“Thank you for not giving up on me, (Y/N), I'm so lucky to have met you. You mean the world to me, and I love you so much.” Tears were already falling down her cheeks, making it hard to contain yours too.

“I love you, too, baby.” You pressed your foreheads together, closing your eyes to better savour the moment. “Don't worry, we're gonna be okay,” you tried to reassure her. “I'm not saying today will be easy, but we'll make it, and soon this will all be just a dark moment from the past.”

She wrapped her arms around your neck once again, not being able to control her sobs anymore. You were taken aback from the sudden action and her reaction. Her embrace was tight and almost filled with dread, almost as if she was certain something bad would happen. You decided to get those thoughts out of your head. Danger was knocking at the door, and you couldn't ignore it anymore; the moment to fight had come.

When you got to the fight scene, Vi quickly joined you, and so did Vander. Ekko took control of the globe, making it crash into the building, knocking the air out of your lungs. When you finally got back on your feet, you quickly went to help Vi and Jinx against Vander, but a hard blow at you was the last thing you remembered before losing consciousness.

You had no idea how long you were out of it. Ekko's figure was the first thing you saw when you woke up, and he helped you sit down slowly.

“Hey, easy there,” he said. “You got hit pretty badly.”

“I'm fine,” you groaned. “Where’s Jinx?” He ignored your eyes, tilting his head. “Ekko?”

He only had to look at you, and you could instantly feel the world crumble around you. Tears quickly flooded your eyes, still looking at the boy in front of you.

“Tell me it's not what I'm thinking,” you pleaded.

“She sacrificed herself to save Vi.”

You closed your eyes, letting the tears roll down your cheeks. You wanted it to be some sick joke, for her to get into the room and tell you that it wasn't true, that she was fine and you didn't have to worry about anything. But you knew her, and you knew something felt off about her in that last conversation you had. Turns out something bad did end up happening.

•••

Not many days had passed, the pain still fresh. You were lost in your thoughts, staring at the city in front of you. You were in the spot Ekko had shown you not long ago, trying to find a bit of peace in contrast to the mess in your head.

Life in Zaun was very unpredictable, which made it difficult to make long-term plans, but also made it easy to not get attached to anything nor anyone. But Jinx was the exception. You just couldn’t stop yourself from getting attached to her, and now you were suffering the consequences.

To be honest you wouldn’t really change anything, not even the pain you were feeling right now. Changing things would mean not even getting to know her, and you were grateful to have met her, to share your life with her. You were simply paying life’s price for love.

You suddenly felt a presence behind you, but you kept your gaze to the front.

“I'd really like to be alone, Ekko,” you said, assuming that the boy had come to check on you.

“I'm not Ekko.”

You froze in place. You had to be hallucinating, it had to be the only explanation. She was gone, and nothing would change that. You shook your head in disbelief, looking up at the sky.

“I'm even hearing her voice now,” you said. You could feel that presence even closer now, and you quickly grew frustrated with what you thought was your own mind. “Leave me alone!” You screamed, turning to the presence behind you and freezing once again when you finally saw her.

“Hey, it's me,” she whispered.

You quickly got up, never breaking eye contact.

“But- You- How?” It was all you could say, barely whispering, still not truly believing what you were seeing. She was right there.

“I guess being injected with crazy amounts of shimmer to keep me from dying had its perks,” she explained almost jokingly, trying to lighten up the mood. “I managed to escape the explosion.”

“But I don't understand. Why didn't you come back right away? Why let us believe you were dead?” You had a million questions in your head, and you could feel your heart beating like crazy.

“I needed everyone to believe it, to have a fresh start. Vi would never give up on me if she knew I was still alive; she'd follow me to the end of the world.”

You still kept your distance from her, it all seemed unreal. A few minutes ago you were grieving her, and now she was right in front of you, as beautiful as ever. But you felt anger inside you as well. She could've told you, she could've saved you from that horrible pain of thinking she was actually gone for good.

“You knew you were gonna fake it all along, didn't you?” You realized, thinking about that last conversation you two had. “That's why you were so emotional, so shaken and distressed.”

“Baby, I-.”

“You knew, right?” You interrupted her, voice cracking with your words.

“I did.”

You closed your eyes. You didn't really know when you'd started crying, but the tears kept falling down your face.

“You let me believe you were dead, Jinx! Dead!” You didn't even try to hide how emotionally distressed you were. You needed to let everything out. The blue-haired girl broke the distance between you two, holding you in her arms while you sobbed into her chest, quickly collapsing to the ground.

“I'm so sorry, baby. I made a mistake and I should've told you,” she said while running her hand through your hair. You could tell by her voice that she was also crying, filled with guilt. “I'm sorry, please forgive me.”

“I get why you did it,” you told her after a while. “I don't blame you for wanting peace, but you have no idea how much it hurt me to think that I'd lost you.”

She cupped your face and made eye contact with you before pressing your foreheads together. “I'm sorry,” she repeated, feeling like she could never say it enough times to express just how much she regretted not letting you know before.

“I'm just glad you're actually okay, love.” You leaned in to her touch, savouring the moment after such turmoil.

She gave you a kiss on your forehead before speaking.

“I want you to come with me,” she uttered.

“Come where?” You questioned.

“I don't know, away from here,” she replied. “I really want that fresh start, but I know that trying to live without you would be absolute hell. I've had many uncertainties in my life, but you just feel right. If there's something I'm sure of is that I love you, with every part of me.”

“I love you, too,” you told her. “And I'd also follow you to the end of the world.” You let out a hopeful smile, and so did she before cupping your face to kiss you.

Her lips against yours felt absolutely right, like it was just the way it had to be, forever and ever. You belonged together, and there was nothing you wanted more than to build a future with her, away from all the ghosts from the past. You knew it wouldn't be easy, both of you had a lot to let go of but with her by your side everything felt a bit easier, and for the first time in a long time, you felt hopeful.

•••

i absolutely loved this request, thank you anon! i'm a sucker for angst

also i'm 100% sure she's still alive

[gothamhappiness]

Persephone - Part IV (Bruce Wayne x f!reader)

Hi everyone, this is the fourth part of this new series about reader being married to Bruce. Her past calls her back to the secret organisation her father used to reign over.

You can find part 1 here, part 2 here and part 3 here.

This series is some continuation of this other series "Being in a relationship with Bruce Wayne: a journey"

Hope you'll enjoy! <3

Warnings: no proof reading, dangerous!reader, killer!reader, warrior!reader, strategist!reader, worried!Batfamily, reader is attacked and aimed at, Batfamily lies to you,

You hated how much you were good at planning war.

You hated how much you felt happiness when you grabbed a gun in your hands once again.

You hated how much pleasure you felt every time someone was obeying you without asking any questions.

You hated how well you slept now you were in the Underworld.

You hated how everything felt natural, how it felt like you were back home.

You hated how you remembered how much you were a merciless warrior.

You hated how much you cared for your people and for the Lazarus Pit.

You hated how often you looked at the green water, knowing that you just needed to swim through it to get crowned as Persephone.

You hated even more how tempting it was.

The week went by quickly, you didn’t even notice the days passing by as you fought off the Court of Owls very successfully. You avoided citizens getting killed, but you were merciless against the Owls. You made sure that no one heard, wrote or said the word “Underworld”. So far only the Batfamily was aware of what was going on. Batman made sure to keep Gordon out of this mess too. But no need to say that your family was worried and impatient to get you back by their side. Things escalated during the middle of the week before quietening down, and they hoped you were winning. By the end of the week, the Court of Owls was so damaged and weak, they had to hide away.

And you had to come back home.

But something was broken now: you wanted this life. 

You wanted to be Queen. You wanted to be a ruler. You wanted the Underworld to be yours.

Just as much as you wanted to be with your husband, and you wanted your family.

But you couldn’t have both, you knew it.

You went back home, bidding farewell to the Underworld who felt like this was a very bitter victory: they won against the Owls, but they lost their Queen once again. Your right arm was still hoping you would come back to them very soon. She had seen how sad you were when it had been time to say goodbye to everyone.

When you arrived at Wayne manor, everyone was waiting for you in the hall and they instantly started to fret over you. They made sure you were unharmed. When they saw your injuries, they thought they were going to lose their minds, but you promised them that you had been taken care of and that everything was alright. You all went to the dining room where Alfred had served an absolute feast, and you had to admit you were starving and very happy to be greeted home like that.

You refused to answer any of their questions, and you found another subject of conversation. Your children dropped their interrogations about the Underworld and started to happily chat with you about other things. They were just happy their mother was back home, and you seemed like you were doing well. They were pretending like there was nothing different about you, that you weren’t holding yourself with more confidence than usually, that you weren’t analysing the room with more care and precision than before.

Bruce stayed silent for a great deal of the dinner.

When it was finally just the two of you, as you were taking a much needed shower, he desperately kissed you, his hands roaming your body, his chest pressed against your. You giggled and gently moved away as your fingers scratched his scalp.

“What is it for?” you asked

“I missed my wife” he replied back “I was worried about you and you don’t want to say what happened” he added

“I’m fine, isn’t it all that mattered?” you shrugged “And I don’t want any of you to know something that would put you in danger. I mean, you don’t tell me everything about your cases, let’s say it’s just the same.” you explained a little more and Bruce was forced to nod at your words

It was pretty rare, but for once Bruce fell asleep on top of you, his arms wrapped around your midsection while you were playing with his hair. You knew that he had been so scared for you and that in this position, he was certain you wouldn’t disappear on him.

That night, despite the warmth of your husband’s body and the comfort he was bringing to you, you couldn’t fall asleep. Once again, tears were silently cascading down your face. You had known that everything would be ruined the moment you would come back to the Underworld. And it truly seemed the case. How could you come back to your everyday life when you were so close to being Queen? So close to helping Gotham become something else? So close to completely destroying the Court of Owls who had been a threat to your family more than once?

And without you, the Owls might try to come back to the Underworld. Or worse they might try to look for your identity. For a little while, your thoughts wandered to your mother. You knew the twins would never betray you, but your mother… She hated you and everything was possible.

A week passed and it seemed that life was back to normal. You promised yourself to keep your darkest desires to yourself and to pretend like nothing happened a few days ago. Your family was good at pretending because they were scared that otherwise they would lose you. Bruce was even a lot more often home or with you. He brought you to dates and gifted you marvelous jewels. He was eager to see the light that used to be adorning your eyes back inside of them. One night, he even softly tickled you, hoping to hear your laughter. You seemed so quiet lately, so serious, so out of yourself.

So when the Batfamily heard about the Underworld once again, a few weeks later, they all agreed on not saying a thing to you. They didn’t really know what was happening, but the organisation seemed to get agitated once again. Batman hoped to be able to deal with it, and the children were asked to stay around you so no one could bring you back to the Underworld.

Bruce greatly miscalculated the situation.

One evening, at a gala you were attending with your husband, the Court of Owls assaulted you. They were weak, but now that they learnt about your secret identity, they could put a bullet inside your head and behead the Underworld that wouldn’t last long without you. A masked man aimed at you.

You felt truly calm, as if you knew that it was bound to happen.

You couldn’t act because of all the people in the room, or you would have easily disarmed the man in front of you. Bruce jumped on him, who shot in the air and hurt someone else. People screamed. Thankfully, Red Robin and Orphan quickly appeared. They had kept a close look on you, just in case. Soon enough more of the Batfamily was there, as well as the GCPD. The man that Bruce tackled on the ground took a poison and killed himself while the other ran away.

You easily recognised the Court of Owls, and you knew why you had been targeted. And you knew you would be targeted again. You were worried about your family, but you realised they didn’t seem that surprised. Actually you started to wonder why everyone was looking over you with an even closer eye than usual.

It hit you.

“You knew it” you told Bruce in the car

“What?” he asked you

“You knew something was going on. You heard about the Owls or the Underworld again, didn’t you? And you made sure I wouldn’t learn about it” you guessed

“Look, darling…” he started but you cut him off

“No, with all the love I’ve got for you, don’t say another word, Bruce” you warned him and the man shut up.

Your life was now at a crossroad.

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Part 5

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I'm patient but I'm not but I'm patient but I'm not are we going to pee in this elevator and is Joe going to hear us go pssssss I'M PATIENT BUT I'M NOT please pretty please part three soon? 🥺 🥺 🥺 

so, ive learned that apparently peeing in front of a stranger is literal nightmare fuel for some of you and i wasnt aware and im very sorry for exposing you to this fear without having put a proper trigger warning in place... but, um, here's part three :) Wordcount: 3.5K

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Between Floors and Feelings

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

“They say this station’s haunted, you know?”

It had been forty minutes. Forty-five, maybe, of being stuck in a lift with a stranger, and all you wanted to do was sleep.

Just… have a cheeky little nap. Some good quality shut-eye.

If you would’ve been by yourself, you’d have laid down already, no doubt about it. Would’ve dozed off until firefighters or whoever else knew how to save people from lifts would come to rescue you.

If you’d have been alone you also would’ve definitely pissed yourself, but you thought that maybe the dress would hide it well enough. You could easily pretend the lift already smelled like urine when you stepped inside just before it had gotten stuck. Before you’d gotten trapped inside with a handsome man in an expensive suit who had introduced himself as Joe.

Joe, who was now trying to distract you with some spooky shit you didn’t believe in.

“Actor William Terriss, murdered in 1890-something. There used to be a bakery here,”

You were far too tired to really interact with him, but Joe didn’t mind. He just talked, and you just listened. You also didn’t really care for what he was telling you, but the fact that Joe was trying to make casual conversation in an attempt to distract from the stupid and increasingly annoying static from the intercom was sweet.

“And now they say he stalks the corridors, looking for bread. Tall guy, apparently. I’ve been told some tube workers were so scared of him, they requested to be transferred to a less haunted tube station,”

“Less haunted,” you repeated, “Not not haunted. Just, less.” that tickled you.

“A little haunting is fine, a touch of spook keeps you on your toes. But a tall actor looking for bread?” Joe looked at you, eyes squinted and eyebrows raised, and then jokingly answered his own question, “That’s too much.”

You just smiled, eyes heavy-lidded. A silence fell and your mind wandered a second. If you thought about it, almost every tube station could easily have scary spooky ghost stories. They were all underground with groaning tunnels and echoing passages, if you believed in the paranormal, any noise could be coming from the other side. Especially when a little more deserted, every single tube station could give you the creeps.

But you'd never seen a ghost, and were planning on keeping it that way.

If you could just… slump sideways and rest your head a little. Close your eyes a second. Let the ghost of the bread-actor roam freely and do his thing without bothering him... if you could just sleep. Doze off, just for a little while.

Joe pressed the emergency button for what felt like the three hundred and eighty-third time.

Pressing the emergency button no longer made anyone ask you any questions. It was just static now. Static that would last about 20 seconds before it died again, and every time it did, Joe would just press the button once more.

He’d been assigned the button-pressing task, which was good work, because you felt busy enough focusing on staying awake and working your pelvic floor muscles.

You were uncomfortable, and grew a little more uneasy when you felt eyes on you. You turned your head to see Joe give you a wary once over.

“You all right?”

How deep was this pit of concern this man held within him? You tutted and slumped your head forwards by ways of answering.

“I’m so close to my bed, I can practically hear it call my name,” you whined.

“If you’re an easy sleeper, I don’t mind if you close your eyes a second,”

Too kind.

“I can’t, I’ll piss myself,” you deadpanned and hissed straight after, because mentioning it made you feel it more. You tried to relief the pressure by pressing both hands firmly into the floor and leaning heavily into your stretched arms. It did nothing.

“That’s OK, I’ll pretend I don’t see,”

You gave Joe a stare, one that said, ha ha, very funny, even though you had to work to hide your smile.

The static died.

Joe pressed the button again.

“So, you live close then?”

You nodded. “Bow street, just down the road,”

Joe blinked, then let out an impressed whistle that sliced through the air with a sharp, clear tone.

“My God, I didn’t know I was in the proximity of an actual billionaire.”

You were hardly a billionaire, but you’d be lying if you said you had never used your postal code to impress people.

“It’s a tiny studio above a Pizza Express, it’s not that glamorous,” you argued.

“Oh, so… millionaire, then,”

Had you not been so tired, had you not needed the loo so badly, you’d have reacted more to it. Joe was funny. Sweet. All you could give was a slight smile before a grimace overtook your face once more.

“Should’ve gotten off at Leicester Square,” you muttered.

Because you did all the time. Especially in rush hours. But you hadn’t wanted to walk the extra few minutes. Minutes that, in hindsight, would’ve passed anyway. Minutes that would’ve meant you could’ve been home right now.

“Nah,” Joe reasoned, having a sip of his own water before continuing, “You probably would’ve gotten your dress stuck in the escalator, making the whole system tear it off, and that group of drunk guys likely wouldn’t have gone easy on you,”

Joe had seen and heard those guys too.

“To be honest,” you started, eyes closed and entirely focused on the strength needed to keep every single drop of urine inside your body. “I’d take the humiliation if that meant I would’ve been home right now.”

And you meant it.

Fuck, if you just kept thinking about it, you would only feel it more. You needed something to make you forget about the building pressure in your lower stomach all together, but it wasn’t as if there were ample options of entertainment.

There was just Joe.

“Do you live close? Or do you still have a whole trek home once we get out?” it was the easiest way of asking if you were potentially stuck in a small metal box with a neighbour.

“Quite the footslog for me still, yea,” so not a neighbour then.

You assumed he must have had plans. Maybe Joe was meeting friends in a bar somewhere, or maybe he’d been on his way to meet his girlfriend - you knew nothing about him, and didn’t know what to assume.

“Maybe we can convince the ambulance to drop you off at your place later,” you tried your hand at a joke.

“Ambulance?”

“For my ruptured bladder,” it came out all constrained, and instead of a goofy laugh, you received a concerned glance from Joe that then turned into something more determined.

“Yea, all right, hang on, I’m gonna…” Joe trailed off, and twisted to cap off of his water bottle again before he drank whatever was left inside. Just, chugged it all down.

“No, don’t– there’ll be two full bladders inside this lift, and–”

“One.” Joe said, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand before he got up onto his feet. Then, he held a hand out to you, and without much thinking you took it. Joe helped you stand, and then gave you the empty plastic bottle.

“What?”

“I promise I won’t look… or listen, I won’t, you just– you’re risking a bladder infection, and you’re clearly in pain, so–”

“Oh my God, you think I’m going to pee into this water bottle?”

“I don’t think, I know, I’ll just… here, look, I’ll squeeze myself into the corner with my back turned,” Joe demonstrated, turning with his face pressed into the corner before he covered both ears with his palms.

“You’re joking. We could be in here for hours, I don’t–”

“Exactly.” Joe looked over his shoulder. “So, please, go ahead. If you gotta go, you gotta go. I’ll give you as much privacy as I can.”

He turned back, and you just blinked at his backside.

What the fuck was this guy on?

You looked at the water bottle in your hands and for a split second actually contemplated doing it. But then, how the fuck was this ever going to work?!

“I’ve not got the aim for this,” you said. “I barely got it all into an open handbag earlier, this is never– hey!”

“You what?” Joe turned around, hands lowering from his ears, giving you a sort of panicked, definitely confused look.

“You have remarkably good hearing for someone who was very actively not listening to me peeing,”

Joe's throat stuttered as he quickly turned back, hands back over his ears. To really sell that he wasn’t listening, he started singing, “That’s me in the corner… that’s me in the, spot, light, losing my religion,”

He wiggled his hips a little to the words as he sang way off pace, far too quick, and you thought to yourself that if you were going to have to be stuck in a lift with a stranger, it was good that you’d gotten stuck with this one. This light-hearted, big goof of a man, who seemed to not have a single judgmental bone in his body. Or, a musical one for that matter.

Feeling no judgment was very refreshing after heavily judging every single aspect of yourself from the moment you’d walked out of your office.

“Joe,” you said, clearly not going ahead and even attempting to use the empty water bottle as a toilet. But Joe was definitely going to think twice about turning around after that comment you'd made.

“Joe,” you tried again, louder.

But that just prompted Joe to raise his voice as well, “Oh no I’ve said too much,” Joe dragged out his words to keep the silences in between to a minimum. “I haven’t said enough– I thought that I heard you– ow,”

Joe turned and saw that the bounce he'd felt on the back of his head came from the soft plastic of the water bottle you were now holding by the cap in your fist, like a weapon.

“Thank you, but, I think I'd rather die,” than pee in front of you into a water bottle that would then just be full of your yellow piss. You shudderd at the thought of it.

“Okay, well then,” Joe swiftly took the bottle from your hands and stepped around you. You turned and saw how Joe placed the bottle right side up in the corner furthest away from the intercom.

“It'll be here for when you need it,”

“I won't need it,” you said, sliding down the lift doors opposite to sit back down.

“Hmh, debatable,” Joe scrunched up the side of his face, making him wink as he did so as he moved to go sit down next to you.

“I won't use it,” you rectified.

“Then it'll just be there,” Joe bickered, gesturing towards the plastic bottle with one arm.

“For no reason,” you honestly weren't going to fucking use it. You'd probably end up pissing all over your own hands, and Joe just drank the last bit of water that you could've used to wash them after. Although, working with just the one container, that wouldn't have worked anyway.

“It'll be there because I like to keep my empty water bottles in corners of lifts. Feng Shoe and that.”

Joe had one of those faces where he joked a bunch without showing it much, expression all serious, or all annoyed, but then he'd crack straight after. Would press his lips together to hide the smile that he couldn't escape as his eyes found yours.

“Um, it's Feng Shui,” you corrected, and the giggles Joe was trying to repress came out in a snort.

Sat next to each other now, you felt a lot more comfortable because there weren't constant eyes on you. Both you and Joe had the same view: your own legs, feet, the empty lift, the water bottle in the corner across from you near the opposite doors...

You let your head fall back against the door and closed your eyes a second.

That whole ordeal had woken you up a little, but you were still tired. Resting your eyes was still very welcome.

“So... I have um, I've got some questions,” Joe started after a short silence.

You kept your eyes shut, but stopped breathing for a second.

“If they're about pissing into a bag, no you don't,” you said, and you heard a small disappointed hum escape Joe's throat.

“So, um, I have no questions,”

That made you laugh.

Still didn't feel great. You still had to pee, but you were determined now. Your body was going to have figure out a way to just... reabsorb it all back into your system.

You laugh turned into a frown and an extended groan.

“All right,” you sat up a little, ready to get into it. You were going to tell the full story, whether Joe actually wanted to hear it or not.

“No, please, you don't have to,” Joe laughed as he backtracked.

“I've already said too much,” you sighed.

“I could wonder for the rest of my life,” Joe was sweet. Didn't want to pressure you into sharing anything you didn't originally want to share.

“It'll be like therapy,” but you were already talking yourself into sharing everything that had happened to you that evening, all the things that lead up to you getting onto the tube looking like you did.

It didn't feel right to just let this guy think you were crazy.

Which, maybe you were crazy, but, at least you could make him understand.

Right?

So you told Joe about the annual costume party at the office. This year the theme was the letter B. You went with bride. Your boyfriend - fuck, ex-boyfriend - dressed up as a business man which meant that he could just wear his own office attire. You had joked that you were going to tell people he dressed up as 'boring'. You had given him so many alternative ideas; batman, bra salesman, Bob Ross, a banana, Baby Spice, a blue man group member, Buzz Lightyear... you had more up your sleeve, but he'd insisted on business man. Would just be easier.

Yea.

Easier, and also more boring. But it was whatever. Showing up in a wedding dress with him wearing a suit was kind of cute, you thought.

And the party had been fun! Everyone had looked amazing, really amazing. Most people had gone all out with their outfits and it made you feel less silly for walking around in a big puffy white cupcakey wedding dress. Someone had dressed up as big foot, the full costume, and you'd had to figure out who hiding inside that costume by process of elimination.

But then, when you were hunched over the table that held all the drinks with two of your colleagues, mixing stupid shit together to make awful brown-looking drinks, it all went wrong.

You looked up, searched for him with your eyes, because you had a gross drink to give to him, and saw him across the room, talking to Derek whose desk was three seats over from yours.

You saw how he excused himself. Saw him say he was going to go for a quick toilet break.

But then he walked the opposite way. Derek hadn't even noticed.

And you were dumb.

Thought he just didn't know where the toilets were.

So with two drinks in hand, you rushed after him. Had a sip that spilled down the sides of your mouth because you weren't being careful, and you'd grimaced and laughed at how nasty it was.

Then you saw him step into your boss's office, and you slowed down. Why was he going in there? Surely he knew, could see, that wasn't where the men's room was.

You were about to call out for him, were about to go, “Babe, are you lost?” with a laugh stuck at the back of your throat that was ready to slip out when you'd see him all confused and all alone in your boss's office.

But then, when you stepped into the doorway, he wasn't all confused. And he wasn't all alone.

His face was stuck to your boss's face, and you could see actual tongue. You saw her fingers work to loosen his tie. You saw his fingers pressed into her waist. She was dressed as a bunny, the Playboy kind, because of course she was.

You didn't think they'd even seen you. Not that you spent a very long time looking at them. You'd instantly turned on your heel and marched back to where the party was still in full swing.

Two colleagues saw your ashen complexion, saw the shock and the panic and the hurried shaky steps you were taking and cornered you. Said things like, “I'm sorry you had to find out this way,” and “We would've said something sooner, but, you know, she's our boss,” and “I'm sure you understand, don't you?” because they'd all known. And apparently for fucking ages, too.

Your face had been streaming down with tears once they were done talking to you. Once they'd advised you to go home, you had mascara all the way down your neck and two empty glasses in your hands. The godawful cocktails that held nothing but strong liquors mixed together had been a godsend.

You'd hitched, “Tell her I quit with immediate effect.” without wanting to look anyone in the eye.

Everyone could go and fuck themselves.

And then, just before you walked out, you saw her handbag. You knew it held her planner, her cigarettes, maybe even her phone, and you thought, I've got to pour something in.

The table that held all drinks was too far back into the office. People would notice. Maybe you could go hold it open under a tap. Place it in the sink in the toilets and just.... fill it up.

That's when you had felt your lower stomach pinch.

“Listen,” you said to Joe, regrettably in tears once again.

God, what a pathetic evening.

“I'm not proud of what I've done. But I did exactly what you think I did and I only stopped because I heard footsteps.”

Joe had just listened to you without interrupting besides the hand he'd placed around your wrist when he saw your eyes well up as you spoke.

He very slowly rubbed his thumb back and forth, but didn't say anything. It felt like the most appropriate way to comfort you. He was used to hugging strangers, but that didn't mean that you were, and he had to actively work against the instinct to curl an arm around you.

The hand on your arm felt nice.

The thumb rubbing felt nicer.

“So, I left her bag there, on the floor, and just hauled myself out of there... and, against my better judgement, decided to get the tube home instead of a taxi.”

You rubbed at the underside of your nose, and then at a cheek. Maybe these tears actually cleared your face of all the make-up remnants. There was going to have to be a point where it'd all just... wash off, right?

You were expecting Joe to say something like, I'm sorry, or, that's awful. But then he softly said,

“Should've shat in it,”

And the laugh it erupted from you was embarrassingly loud. Came right from your core. Made Joe laugh too as he bent forward a little to find your eyes with his. Made your tears suddenly become tears of joy once more. Made you grab onto Joe's arm with the one that he wasn't holding onto. Made you suddenly sit up in an attempt to not wet yourself.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit. No, fuck.

“Bottle!” you cried, moving your feet underneath you as you tried to stand up. "Quick, bottle, bottle, bottle!" you reached with hands you knew wouldn't reach far enough.

Luckily, Joe shot into action, almost seemed excited to do so. Jumped up, took the bottle, turned back to you as you were still trying to get up.

“I can't– help,” you squirmed, feet and bum on the floor still, both arms outstretched, waiting for Joe to pull you up.

You felt like you would sometimes feel when you really needed the toilet and you were right outside your flat, fumbling with the keys as you tried to hurry which only made things take so much longer.

Joe helped you stand, and the gave you the bottle before he slapped the emergency button. The static would help drown out the noise, you know, besides the loud singing Joe was about to do.

He stepped around you to go hide in his little corner again, hands already moving up to cover his ears, but you said, “Wait,” and used both hands to work you dress up, to get the bottle under the skirt.

Joe did wait, looking at you with big, rounded, expecting eyes. And you couldn't believe what you were about to say, but right now, everything was about survival and survival only.

“You're going to have to hold me.”

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[saythewordheiress]

nobodys son, nobodys daughter

A/N: Hey y'all, so this takes place in the final gambit. You know when Toby was kidnapped and Eve was there and all that. its my first time writing so pleeaseee be nice. it takes a while to get to the javery parts pleasee sont hate me its my first time writing

pairings-averyjameson

synopsis—So basically Avery's dad dies and she doesn't let herself feel anything because her dad was never there and all that, you know? but Jameson knows that something's wrong, obviously. so he talks to avery about that

warnings: death

averys pov-

we were all in one of the 5 libraries in the Hawthorne house. the circular library. toby had been kidnapped and i had just gotten off the phone with his kidnapper. he told us to 'ruminate.'. libby went to make coffee, because that's what she did when things went wrong; she helped people. xander darted out of the room because, well, he was i started at the now-blank screen of my phone. it rang. it was an unknown number. not Toby's kidnappers. i wondered who it could be. i picked up and put the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I said causiously. a sweet sounding lady said, "Is this Avery Kylie Gambs speaking?" she asked. "Depends on who's asking," i said. "i work at St. Mary's Hospital in texas. "oh?" i said. i couldnt understand why she was calling me. everyone i knew from Texas was right here in this house. "im so sorry to have to tell you this but your father, Ricky Gambs, passed away due to a car accident. "im sorry?" i said,confused. ricky Gambs died? then i noticed everyone in the room staring at me. "Excuse me," i said, leaving the room. "Continue," i said into the phone. "He was drunk driving and crashed into another car. we tried our best to save him." "Was anyone else injured?" i asked. "He was the only person in the car," she said. "And what about arrangements for the funeral?" i asked. "He was prepared. its almost like this was planned. the funeral is to take place in Connecticut in two days time. his lawyer will be calling you later with the details," she said, then hung up.

oh wow. he was dead. i didnt know how to feel about that. he was barely ever there. 'shit. libby'. i thought. she probably got a call too. and she always saw the best in people so i know this was hard for her. i was fine. i woudnt let myself be anything else. he meant nothing to me. i didnt want his lawyer contacting me, but i didnt exactly have a choice. i walked back into the room, prepared for the worst. libby was crying in Nash's arms. he looked at me "She won't tell me what happened," he said. "Well, im assuming she got the same call as i did. ricky Gambs is dead," i said simply.

jameson crossed the room to get to me "are you okay?" he asked, concerned. "He meant nothing to me," i said coldly. he nodded.

later, we were in my room. my head was on his chest. "Are you sure your okay?" he asked. "i dont owe him anything. he was never even there in my childhood. why wouldn't i be okay?" i said. he started to say something but then my phone rang. "That's probably his lawyer," i said. "Hello," i answered the phone. "Miss Gambs," he said. "you are to come to coneccticut as soon as possible. you, your sister, and the Hawthorne brothers.". "Why them?" i asked, confused. "Because your father knew what they meant to you and your sister. maxine Liu is also to be in attendance," he said. my father knew Max, but why would he invite her to his funeral? "Okay," i said. "It will take place the day after tomorrow," he said. "Ok," i said again, hanging up the phone.

i looked at Jameson. "You and your brothers are invited, apparently," i said. he looked just as confused as i felt but still said, "i guess we're going to connecticut then."

the next day we left for Connecticut. i just wanted to see Max, honestly. i was glad she would be there. alisa had made arrangements for us to stay in one of the fanciest hotels ive ever seen. oh and i owned it apparently. she booked one suite with 5 rooms. it was probably the nicest hotel room i had ever been in. i looked at Libby. her eyes were bloodshot. i knew how hard all this was on her, and honestly, i felt bad.

the next day felt weird. getting ready to go to my dad's funeral. alisa insisted that i wear something showstopping because "paparazzi never sleep." i wore a black dress with thin straps. very thin straps. someone knocked on the main door of the suite. i opened it. "Well, hello, you beautiful beach," Max said. "Max!" i exclaimed, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her into the tightest hug known to mankind. "i love you too, Ave, but i need to breathe," she said. i pulled away, "Sorry.". "Is Xander here?" she asked. "Wouldn't you like to know?" i smirked. then said, "hes in that room over there."

the funeral was...weird. there were way to many fancy people that i had never met. i refused to eat anything there. when Jameson asked me why i wasnt eating, i simply said, "It might be poisoned."

libby was sobbing at this point. did i also want to sob? maybe. but did i? no.

when we got back to the hotel, Xander, Max, and Nash went downstairs to get something to eat. jameson and Grayson went to their rooms. well Jameson went to our room. so it was just me and Libby. "Lib, he doesn't deserve your tears," i said softly. i knew for a fact that while he was still somewhat there in my childhood, he was NEVER there in Libby's. "HOW CAN YOU NOT CARE, AVERY?! OUR DAD JUST DIED. HE MAY HAVE BEEN A HORRIBLE PERSON BUT HE WAS STILL OUR FATHER." libby snapped. jameson and Grayson came out of their rooms, probably hearing the commotion. i flinched. i had never heard that tone from Libby. "Libby," i said quietly. jameson said something to Grayson. i was too far away to hear but it looked like he was saying, 'call nash.' grayson nodded and left. "DON'T 'LIBBY' ME, AVERY." just then Nash walked in. "What happened here?' he said. libby ignored him and continued shouting. "YES, I'M SAD THAT HE'S DEAD BECAUSE UNLIKE YOU, I HAVE FEELINGS. NOT ALL OF US ARE ASSHOLES WHO DON'T CARE ABOUT THEIR FAMILY MEMBERS." she did not just say that. tears filled my eyes. i matched her tone. "YOU THINK I DON'T CARE, LIBBY? I DON'T LET MYSELF CARE. THOSE ARE TWO VERY DIFFERENT THINGS. I'M NOT GONNA LET MYSELF CRY BECAUSE OF MY IDIOTIC FATHER WHO WAS BARELY EVER THERE IN MY LIFE. YOU THINK I'M FINE? I'M NOT. I AM DYING ON THE INSIDE. BUT I DON'T LET MYSELF FEEL THAT EITHER BECAUSE I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BREAK. THE YOUNGEST BILLIONAIRE IN THE WORLD FOR GOD'S SAKE!" my voice broke. i took a deep breath. libby didn't say anything after that. i shook my head at her and went into my room.

almost immediately after i closed the door, Jameson entered, locking the door behind him. i walked straight into his arms and cried gently. "It hurts. its not supposed to hurt," i said "it is supposed to hurt, heiress. its okay to grieve this loss," he said. i was done keeping to myself. i looked up at him, meeting his eyes "Say it," i said shakily. "are you sure?" he asked. he understood what i meant. he always did. "i want you to say it," i said. he nodded, then hesitantly said, "Tahiti."

i couldnt bring myself to say anything. i wanted to. but i couldnt. eventually i said "i think about him every single day. i still wonder why he left. was i really that bad of a daughter?" i asked, my voice breaking. "Avery," he said softly, "its not your fault. nothing is your fault. he chose to leave, and it's his loss because he missed out on the kindest, smartest, and prettiest person i know." for some reason, that made me start bawling. "It seems stupid to say, but i miss him like a little kid," i choked out. "That's not stupid, ave. i know its hard, but I promise it will get better. and until it doesn't, I'll be right here, holding you," he said, stroking my hair.

and he was. he held on tight to me while i sobbed, stroking my hair and whispering soft words of comfort. i thought about what he called me: 'Avery,' not heiress, not mystery girl. just Avery. "your perfect" i whispered. i wasnt even sure if he heard me. "me? never. he quipped. he always heard me. "i love you" i said looking up at him.

"i love you too, heiress"

[schlattslonghairytoes]

chapter eleven

real life!

schlatts pov

as the trip came to an end, we reached the last full day. none of us had managed to talk about what happens next, or when we would all be in the same room together again, but all i knew was i had to see talia again, and soon, after two years of not seeing my favorite person i need to be with her at all times.

it was currently 9:07 am, and we all left at different times today and tomorrow. talia and i slept in her room last night because we both decided we needed to be with each other, and i agreed happily when she asked to cuddle last night, so here we are.

i had woken up around 20 minutes before her, and i didn't want to move, so i lay there with her in my arms and i watched her.

it sounds creepy, im aware, but she looked so peaceful and happy, so i couldn't convince myself to move.

when i felt that she was starting to wakeup, i thought it would be funny to pretend to sleep to see what she would do.

"jay?" she said groggily, and i started to laugh a bit. when she noticed i was awake, she settled back in and rested her head in the crook of my neck. everything bad that had happened in the past few years had begun to melt away.

that was until she started to get up.

"no, talia, come back," i said, sleep still apparent in my voice. she laughed at my begging but continued her walk to the bathroom. her absence made me so cold that i decided to get up, too. i followed her to the bathroom and began to brush my teeth at her side, laughing at how easy it was to be domestic with her.

"when am i gonna see you again jay?" she asks, shattering the peace. i was silent, i knew we had to bring it up.

"lia, to be honest i have no idea? i mean we live so far apart, and i cant live with not talking to you again." i sigh.

"what if i come stay with you, or you come stay with me?" she turned to me and i took in her appearance. mouth covered in toothpaste, a huge hoodie (mine) that made her look tiny, messy hair, puffy sleep-filled eyes, and still, shes the most beautiful woman ive ever seen.

the longer i stared at her the more i realise i need to give her an answer. "i dont care where, i just want to be with you."

jesus, so much for playing it cool.

she laughs at me and finishes brushing her teeth, stealing little glances at me through the mirror. she spits out her toothpaste before saying, 

"well i kinda miss your mom, and it wouldnt be too bad to come and visit the big apple" she laughs as she says the big apple, mutually agreeing that the use of the term is very cringe.

"alright well since your literally inlove with me and want me so bad, you can stay with the schlatt's." she smiles and hits me "ma and dad will be very happy to see you, when i told them that we dont talk anymore ma freaked out on me, i actually didnt tell you but she even went to your moms place to look for you."

talias face dropped as she waited for the rest of the story "she told me you and your mom dont talk anymore and kinda didnt wanna talk about it anymore, she was really sad about it." talia laughed and picked up her mood 

"i really wanna see your sister, and i wanna see your room, and the shitty elevator in your apartment, and the park near by. i wanna go back to new york."

she was now sitting on the bathroom counter looking up at me, and all i wanted to do was kiss her.

i wanted to kiss her so fucking hard.

and thats exactly what i did.

real life!

teds pov

as much as i didnt want to leave my friends, i was excited to hang out with schlatt and talia and drive up to LA to bring schlatt to the airport, and deliver talia home to brittany

we were planning to leave around 10 and it was nearing 930

i was all packed and schlatt and talia were no where to be seen

i checked both their rooms, the backyard, the basement, the garage and even the pool, i decided to just pack up for them since maybe they were out?

i didnt even know, but as i began to pack schlatts shit up, i heard something fall in the bathroom, thought nothing of it, until i heard what sounded way to close to a moan.

no fucking way.

i moved closer to the bathroom to investigate, and low behold, i hear shuffling kissing and schlatt fucking groaning

and now im no idiot, i knew what was going on, but how funny would it be if i had everyone walk in on them

fucking top teir comedy.

real life!

talias pov

making out with schlatt was my new favorite activity.

his large hands were roaming around my skin, my back was pressed against the mirror of the bathroom, and our mouths were begging for eachother.

he pulled away he laughed at my messed up hair, all i could focus on was his beautiful eyes, the deep brown was calling my name, i layed my forehead against his,

"i missed this" i whispered

"me too" he breathed before diving right back in and making his way down my neck as i threaded my hands through his thick hair

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!"

me and schlatt jolt away from eachother and stare at roughly ten people standing awkwardly at our bathroom door, and an especially confused charlie

"can we help you guys?" schlatts face remained straight but i quietly began to lose it

no one at the door repsonded to schlatt, so naturally he slammed the door and turned back to me with a goofy grin on his face

"where were we?" he smiled up at me, clearly holding back his laughter.

we quietly waited for everyone to leave, and decided we had to go pack or schlatt would miss his flight

i sat in my room with my packed bag and thought about what would happen from here, and how goddamm excited i was for this new chapter to begin.

[super-powerful-queen-reyna]

here ya go, i think ive decided if i ever write this thing in full this will be the beginning! i have my oc's lore all planned out but maybe this will be a little confusing out of context lol (also english is not my first language so there might be errors)

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Tugdual was having a really, really bad day.

It was 8 in the morning.

To be fair, it was just the continuity of a really, really bad night.

At the very least, the small kitchen of Abakoum's old rehabilitated farm was quiet. After a night filled by screams and clamor, and a few hours spent in the car under a heavy rain with earbuds in but a dead MP3 player, silence was truly a blessing.

Images from the past night were cycling through his mind. Maybe he would place it on top of the "worst night of his life" podium. Of course, it excluded the one where his dad had left – no matter what happened to him, this one would still easily win. He bitterly smiled as he enumerated again the list of people who had given up on him, recently extended. New record. What had he been expecting? He knew it was the only ending for him. He was cursed, rotten to the core. This reaffirmed idea had been carving its way into his chest since the night before, and the pain didn’t look like it would stop any time soon.

But he didn't have time to brood on those thoughts some more; because a boy he had never seen before had just barged in the kitchen.

Short and skinny, he was wearing an oversized, light long-sleeved t-shirt which almost hid his hands completely. His blond hair was a mess, flat on the side: his pale cheek was still marked by a fold in his sheets. Rubbing his puffy sleepy eyes, it took him a few seconds to realize he wasn't alone in the kitchen. He froze, mouth wide-opened, while Tugdual was staring at him, slowly sipping his tea. A few more seconds and he fled abruptly. Tugdual heard his running steps echoing in the hallway, and he almost smiled, amused. Maybe his stay would be a bit more entertaining than he had thought.

Sasha was standing with his back pressed against the wall, heart beating fast, with panting breath, thoughts flying everywhere. He had awoken this morning, gotten up, come down to the kitchen like every day, thinking he would find Abakoum: but instead, he had stumbled upon a young man with black hair and elaborate goth clothes, who was calmly sipping tea. Sitting in his chair. Sasha, hadn’t had a human contact with someone other than his adoptive father since months on top of already being deathly asocial, had simply fled instead of saying hi and asking the million questions swarming his mind: Who are you? Where's my dad? What are you doing in my chair? Etc. And there he was in the hallway, on the first step of the staircases, hesitantly wondering if he should just lock himself in his room and simply wait for the situation to resolve itself.

But as he was starting to seriously consider this appealing idea, a silhouette emerged from the kitchen's doorway: it was the black-haired boy.

“Hello?” he said with a cocky smile.

He was visibly amused from Sasha's confusion. The blond one wanted to answer, but the words were all tangled in his mind, stuck in his throat. Sinister anxiety was filling him, whispering: An intruder. In your house! He couldn't help but see any human presence as a threat – apart for Abakoum, but this exception had taken time do build. Overwhelmed with panic, he thought about running up the stairs, trying to guess if he would have enough time to block his room's door. There was his chair, but he remembered distinctly moving it against his wall to clean his room the night before, so it was far from the door, and he had to get it quickly enough to block the handle, or... no, he wouldn't have the strength to move any other furniture –

“Sasha, you're up!”

The deep, familiar voice pulled him out of his frantic thoughts, and he turned his head to see with relief Abakoum walking up the hallway. The immense silhouette calmed him, and he was finally able to take a deep breath in the hopes of slowing down his painfully fast-beating heart. How humiliating! He was almost having a panic attack just because a stranger – who wasn’t even actively threatening! – had just popped up in his kitchen. How did he do it back then, in the children’s home? Where anyone could barge in his room at anytime while he was sleeping or changing? Had the comfort of Abakoum’s house made him so weak, he couldn’t even tolerate another person’s presence?

Trying to sound casual and totally cool with the situation, he asked:

“Who... who's that?”

The black–haired boy lost his smile. Worry darkened Abakoum's eyes for a second, his forehead frowning subtly. But he smiled and, coming closer to his adoptive son, lay a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Aleksander, this is Tugdual. Tugdual, Aleksander.”

He got closer to the boy and added:

“It was an unexpected visit, I'm sorry if you were startled. Everything's fine.”

Sasha nodded, looking wary. He didn't like this situation at all. Fear was eating away every corner of his mind: but at least he didn't feel directly threatened anymore thanks to the Veilleur’s presence.

“Naftali and Brune just left,” the old man said to « Tugdual ». “They want you to know that they love you.”

“They already told me”, the young man muttered, his face suddenly gloomy.

“They insisted.”

Sasha looked questioningly at his adoptive father, who returned a soft gaze.

“Tugdual lives with his grandparents, Naftali and Brune, who are close friends. But they had an emergency and they cannot house him right now, so he is going to stay with us temporarily.” Observing Sasha as to gauge his reaction, he added softly: “It was very sudden. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you in advance.”

“It's... It's fine,” Sasha stammered.

It wasn't fine at all.

“How about breakfast, now?” cheerfully asked the old man.

The black-haired boy shrugged and disappeared back into the kitchen. Abakoum put his arm around Sasha's shoulders, inviting the young man to walk with him to the kitchen. Feeling his adoptive son slightly trembling against him pained him: but he had to show him now that there was no danger, nothing to fear. Letting him go back upstairs and lock himself in his room would open the way to the boy's crippling anxiety, that he was trying so hard to fight. Sasha gave him a reluctant look, and the old man answered by a calming smile.

“Everything will be fine,” he whispered. “I promise.”

Sasha looked away, a little reassured. As much as fear was trying to make him doubt, one thing he knew was that his dad had never broken a promise.

***

A few minutes later, Sasha was sat at the kitchen's table, not in his chair, sipping the black tea he usually drank in the morning. Squatting on not-his-chair, he had put his hands around the hot mug, and covertly gazed at Tugdual – or rather, the boy he was going to have to live with for an unspecified lenght of time, which was a terrifying thought. He was sat too, arms crossed, looking sombre. Long strands of black hair covered parts of his pale face, and he was absent-mindedly playing with his silver tongue piercing.

Abakoum sat down after putting toasts and jam on the table, holding a cup tea. To his surprise, it was Sasha who broke the weighty silence:

“So... he's gonna live with us?”

His unassured voice didn't help the question's clumsiness.

“He is right there,” grunted Tugdual, rolling his eyes.

“Indeed,” confirmed Abakoum, ignoring the grumpy teenager. “Do you remember Dragomira? Naftali and Brune are mutual friends.”

“Oh,” Sasha said, reassured to at least find one familiar element in this whole thing.

He loved Abakoum, and he loved Dragomira : their friends could only be good people, and by extension, their grandson too...? He glanced again at Tugdual, who was frowning in the perfect pouty expression of a gloomy teen. But he suddenly met his eyes: surprised by their intense steel color, Sasha quickly pretended to be absorbed by the contemplation of his tea infuser.

“By the way, anyone would mind telling me who he is?” the black-haired boy groaned, pointing at him.

Sasha turned to Abakoum, concerned. Had he not told anyone else about him? Without realizing, his heart had started beating fast again, blood pumping to his head as fear had burst again in his stomach. Why? Was he unimportant? Was he going to send him back into foster care? No. He’d rather die than go back.

But the old man gave him a kind smile, and gestured subtly to his throat. "Breathe!" Sasha obeyed, realizing he was losing himself to panic again. He almost sighed from irritation. Feeling like he had no control on any of his thoughts and emotions was incredibly frustrating. It felt like the unexpected situation was sweeping away all the progress he had made since living with Abakoum.

“Naftali and Brune probably told you that I recently adopted,” said the Veilleur, turning to Tugdual.

The young man glared at them successively with arrogance, and shrugged.

“They might have mentioned it.”

“And maybe have you heard of Oden?” Abakoum continued, with strangely enigmatic eyes.

Tugdual noticed it: intrigued without wanting to show it, he didn't answer, but was clearly waiting for more. Sasha laid back on his chair, comfortably curled up on himself, holding his hot mug closer. Even if he already knew in details the history of his biological family, he couldn't help but listen attentively.

“Oden was an old friend of us, I mean me, Dragomira and Leomido. We had found ourselves... well, we lived together in Siberia, as you know, it was decades ago... but Oden followed Leomido’s example, and he decided to leave the deserted, glacial countryside. I can't hold that against him... But unlike Leomido, he didn't go far. He settled in annexed Estonia, got married, had a child…”

The old man's gaze darkened, and he closed his eyes for a second, opening them again to reveal a piercing look.

“Sadly, the country wasn't spared by the tensions that forced us all to migrate West. But Oden wasn't as lucky as us... he was killed while trying to flee, like so many others...”

Sasha took a sip of his tea, and glared – hopefully discreetly – at Tugdual. He was staring at Abakoum attentively, having uncrossed his arms and even leaning slightly towards him.

“But his only daughter, Alina, was able to escape,” the old man continued. “She reached England and was able to build a life for herself.”

Sasha twitched, like every time his biological mother was mentioned. He had almost no memory of her: she had abandoned him to his genitor, who clearly had not wanted to be burdened by a child. In his most likely estimations, she was gone right after his birth. Even though he couldn’t help but search for his deepest memories and find the comfort of thin and soft arms like his, the forgotten tune of a lullaby, and those sparkles of light he couldn’t define the origin of... memories that were perfectly impossible, if she had indeed left him right after his birth – and probably created by his own mind.

“...using the records, and I managed to trace all the way back to Aleksander, and we decided that he would come and live with me,” concluded Abakoum, bringing the boy back to reality.

He turned his head to Tugdual, trying to gauge his reaction. The young man was strangely focused and gazed intensely at Abakoum, who was also looking at him. Sasha frowned slightly, feeling like something was being communicated right under his nose. The old man seemed to answer a silent question by a very subtle nod, and Tugdual's eyes opened slightly, before gazing at Sasha. A little offended to not be included in the conversation, he pretended not to notice and focused on sipping his tea.

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here you go

THIS IS SO FUCKING AMAZING! Your Tugdual characterisation? Your OC? Your captation of the vibe of Abakoum's house? *chef's kiss* mwah mwah mwah infinite. Like literally your Tugdual has the exact bitterness and catlike fascination with people, your OC is in for a treat (Edefia)... Idk what to say except that is absolutely marvelous and perfect!

I'm so glad you shared it with me!

[ghuleh-witch]

And We Are Tied As One Eternally-VII

Fandom: Ghost Rating: Explicit Warnings: This chapter contains several CW and TWs. They include mentions and talks of miscarriage, abortion, assault, domestic violence, stalking, depression, and suicide. Relationships: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia x OFC Additional Tags: soft!dom Copia, eventual smut, developing relationship, kind of a slow burn, no beta reader Chapter Word Count: 2639 Summary: Ellie Moran just wanted to make a new life for herself. Running to escape the people in her past, she ends up in a small town in the middle of nowhere that happens to be home to a Satanic church. She never expected her life to change again after she started attending the public masses at said church. Ao3 || Masterlist Chapters: 7/? Previous Chapters Tag list: @sodoswitchimage

Ellie was sitting on the stoop outside her building as she waited for Copia. She made sure she could be seen by anyone on the street in case Ethan was watching and waiting to pounce. Copia would be there soon, and in the meantime, Ellie played music on her phone to distract her. 

She was listening through all of Ghost’s albums. She started listening to Copia’s first album, Prequelle. His voice was her favorite of the Papas. She just got to the growly bit of Faith when she heard a chuckle. 

“Listening to my songs, cara?” Copia said as he approached. Ellie had been so engrossed she didn’t even see him pull up and park. She looked up at him. He was in black sweatpants and a red hoodie. His face was still painted making him stand out among passersby. 

“Yeah,” Ellie answered. “Your album might be my favorite so far”

“Might be? Ellie, I’m hurt” Copia teased before sitting down next to her. “Do you know if anything was stolen?”

Ellie shook her head. “I didn’t look, but I doubt anything was taken. He just wants to scare me” Ellie said absentmindedly 

“He? Ellie? Do you know who did this?” Copia asked, his head cocking to the side slightly. 

Shit , she thought. She hadn’t meant to say that aloud. Well, it was too late now. She would have to explain everything. The thought sent terror through her. He was going to think she was pathetic and weak. 

Tell him, the voice in her head insisted. Trust him. 

“I believe it was my ex-fiancé,” Ellie said after a pause. “And now I’m going to have to explain, I guess I should start from the beginning because it’s all gonna come out eventually.” She readjusted her position so she was sitting facing him. She noticed how he mirrored her so they could be face-to-face. “Eleven years ago I was starting my second year of university. It was also the year my mother allowed me to live on campus. It was my first time being away from home, and despite going to a Christian school, I felt free. 

“I got invited to a party off campus and I got super drunk, you know first time experimenting with alcohol and rebelling and all that. At the party, I met a guy named Ethan Rossi. We hit it off. He was nice and also super drunk. We had sex in some back bedroom. It was my first time and I don’t even remember much of it.” Ellie shook her head in shame. “Anyway, we continued to hang out after the party and a month later I missed my period. I got pregnant because we were too drunk to remember to use a condom. 

“I didn’t want a baby though. I was 19. I was thinking about going to get an abortion but the guilt hit me hard, and when I told Ethan I was pregnant and didn’t want to keep the baby, he begged me over and over not to kill our baby or put it up for adoption. He promised to make it work. He promised to take care of me and the baby and provide for us. I was stupid and believed him. We dropped out of school and got a place together and he proposed to me. He went to work full time and left me to play homemaker. My mother was ecstatic. In her eyes, this was all God’s plan. She was planning our wedding and couldn’t wait to be a grandmother. Everyone around me was so happy and excited, but I was miserable. My life was over and there was nothing I could do about it. 

“Things with Ethan were going smoothly until I had a miscarriage at three and a half months. He found me passed out on the bathroom floor and took me to the hospital. They informed us that I miscarried. The ride home was horrible. All Ethan did was scream at me saying it was my fault and that I did this on purpose because he wouldn’t let me get an abortion. I was never more terrified of him in that moment.” 

Ellie took a deep breath and slipped her hands under her thighs to hide the fact she was shaking. “Eventually things settled down, as in he wasn’t screaming at me anymore. He was mean and cold towards me and even got my mother to side with him. They treated me like crap, but I had nowhere else to go and no money so I stayed with him and hoped it would all blow over. Just before my twenty-first birthday, he came home drunk. He kept apologizing to me and saying that we could try again and make another baby.” Ellie closed her eyes tight against the burning tears. “I told him no and he hit me so hard on the cheek that he cracked one of my molars. He let me sit on the floor and cry while he got online and told his friends how much of a bitch I was.”

Ellie cleared her throat, her eyes looking everywhere but at Copia. She didn’t want to know how he viewed her, especially not after what she was about to tell him next. “I tried to kill myself the next morning after he left for work. I didn’t want to live anymore. I was trapped in this relationship with no way to get out. My mother didn’t even care. I wasn’t her daughter anymore. I was a man’s property and he could do whatever he wanted with me. 

“I didn’t care if I was going to hell. It was my only way out. I got in a hot bath and cut my wrist. I was about to cut the other when my mother let herself into our apartment. She was coming to get all the baby stuff she bought so she could return it and get her money back. She found me and called an ambulance and then proceeded to tell me how stupid and selfish I was.” Her fingers trailed over the scar on her wrist hidden by her tattoos. 

“I turned twenty-one in the hospital, and on my birthday a lawyer came to visit me. She was friends with my dad and somehow tracked me down. My dad left me money in an inheritance fund that I could access once I was twenty-one. It wasn’t a ton of money in the grand scheme of things, but it was enough to get me out. Once I was out of the hospital I packed all my things and left. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going. I didn’t tell anyone I was even leaving. I just got in my car and drove until I was almost out of gas.

“That’s when Ethan started stalking me. He somehow found where I was living and would show up at my work. I was able to get a restraining order but he violated it the very next day. The cops didn’t do anything, so I packed up and left again. Sometimes he would find me and I would move again, and sometimes if I knew I was in one place for too long, I’d just go to a new place. I’ve seen a lot in the nine years I’ve been running—did a lot too. I found a doctor who would remove my tubes for me so there was no chance I could ever have kids against my will. I found a tattoo artist who specialized in covering scars and he recreated all the plants I used to see at my grandmother’s before she passed away. I saw therapists to help me through all the shit I went through, and even now I still try to see one virtually.” She let out a breath. Ellie could feel her heart racing in her chest. “But Ethan’s found me again. I saw him the other night while I was at work, and I know he’s the one that broke into my apartment.”

Ellie finally looked at Copia. His mouth was slightly ajar and he had a look of concern and horror in his eyes. “I’m sorry for dumping this all on you. Please don’t think I’m pathetic and stupid and weak.”

“Tesoro,” Copia said with such tenderness that it made Ellie’s heart speed up even more. “You are not weak or pathetic or stupid. You are the bravest person I’ve ever met. You are a survivor. I am so sorry you experienced so much pain and trauma.” 

Ellie was wiping stray tears from her cheek. “Really?” 

“Really,” Copia said putting a hand on her knee and squeezing it. “Thank you for trusting me with your story. I could tell you telling me all that wasn’t easy.”

“I don’t know what to do, Copia,” Ellie sniffled. “I’m afraid of what he will do. I’m going to try to get another restraining order, but I know that won’t stop Ethan. And I can’t afford to move again. I barely have any money left from my dad and I feel like a complete idiot for wasting it all on running.” 

“Answer me, yes or no. Don’t think about it. Do you want to leave and move elsewhere again?”

“No,” Ellie said immediately. “I don’t. I…I like it here and I like the people who are in my life right now.” 

“Then let’s take this one step at a time,” Copia said. “Let’s talk to the police when they get here and then for tonight, at the very least, you’ll come back to the abbey to stay. I’m sure we can find a dorm for you to sleep in or you can stay with Gemma perhaps.” 

Ellie nodded her heart swelling. “Okay, thank you.” 

“Of course, cara, and for the record, I don’t want you to have to leave again either.” 

XXX

Copia never wanted to commit murder more than he did after Ellie told him everything. Copia knew if he ever encountered Ethan the man would not live long after. How could anyone hurt the sweet and strong woman that sat next to him? Copia wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and keep her safe. 

When the police finally showed up, Copia stood aside as Ellie showed them the damage to her apartment. They took her report and then listened to her as she explained the situation with Ethan. Copia clenched his fists when the cops explained they didn’t have enough evidence to investigate Ethan or take him in for questioning even after Ellie showed them the previous restraining order she had against him.

Fucking useless pigs, Copia thought.

After a phone call to her landlord, Ellie packed a bag with a couple of changes of clothes and gathered up anything she’d need to take with her to the abbey. In the morning someone would come replace her door and get her a new set of keys. 

“Do you want to get any of this cleaned up before you go?” Copia asked looking around her apartments. It was sparsely furnished with secondhand furniture. There was nothing on the walls. She had a tiny flat-screen tv sitting on an old coffee table. Hooked up to it was a Playstation, but Copia didn’t know which one it was. He never used a Playstation before. As Ellie shuffled around in her bedroom, he got a peak at some of the games she had, which were all for the Playstation 3 it seemed. He spotted The Last of Us, Portal 2, Skyrim, and Minecraft. He never played any of them before and only ever heard of a couple of them.

“I’m just going to leave it in case the cops want to come back and get pictures,” Ellie said coming out of the bedroom with a backpack. “See you found my games. I noticed you had some nice retro consoles when I was in your room.”

“Si, I like the games I grew up with. Can’t go wrong with a good old Nintendo,” Copia said.

“A bit before my time, I had an N64 when I was a kid before my mother got rid of it. I played a lot of Zelda on that thing,” Ellie reminisced. “Maybe…”

“Maybe what?”

“Maybe once all this nonsense blows over, maybe you can come over and we can play some games?”

His heart rate skyrocketed at that. His lips turned upward into a smile. “I’d like that.” He stared at her and blinked, coming to his senses. “We should get going.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to be here in case Ethan decides to come back,” Ellie said, a slight tremble visible in her frame. 

Copia led the way out and helped Ellie seal the door some some tape the cops left. He then led her out of the building and down the street where his white 1968 Buick LeSabre sat.

“Oh, wow,” Ellie said. “This is a sick car.” 

“Thank you, cara,” Copia preened. “This baby is all mine.” He walked around to the passenger’s side and opened the door for her. “I’ll take your bag.”

“Thanks,” Ellie said shrugging her backpack into Copia’s waiting hands. He put the pack in the trunk as Ellie slid into the seat. 

The drive up to the Ministry was silent. Copia was trying to figure out the best way to help Ellie. Part of him wanted to sick the ghouls on the man making Ellie’s life hell. He glanced at her before his eyes refocused on the road ahead. He was still in shock at how much she revealed to him. She had trusted him enough to tell her story without must hesitation. Copia felt like he didn’t deserve that trust. 

When Copia parked his car in his usual spot, he got out and hurried around to Ellie’s side, opening her door and holding out a hand to help her out. He then grabbed her bag and led her inside the abbey and to his office.

He felt for his bonds with his ghouls, grasping onto a thread and tugging it to bring one of them to the office. Seconds later,  Aether was appearing in the doorway, hands tucked behind his back.

“Ah, Aether, perfect,” Copia said, watching Ellie jump slightly at the sudden appearance of the ghoul. “Could you find Ellie an empty room? She will be staying here for a night or two.”

“Of course,” Aether responded, bowing his head slightly to Ellie. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

When Aether departed, Copia turned back to Ellie. “Can I get you anything? Food? Something to drink? Anything?”

“Thanks, but I’m okay,” Ellie said softly. “I just want to lay down and sleep quite honestly.”

“Fair enough. You’ve had a very long day,” Copia nodded. “Please, let me know if there is anything you need. I mean it. Even if you need to talk after you wake up.” 

Ellie nodded. “Thanks.”

“Found a room,” Aether’s voice once again came from the open door.

Copia looked from Ellie to the ghoul and nodded. “Lead the way.”

Aether took them to a room on the second floor of the residence wing for the Siblings. The room was clean and empty holding a full-sized bed, wardrobe, private bathroom, and dresser. 

“I’ll have someone bring your sheets and towels and all that stuff,” Copia said setting Ellie’s bag on the bed. “Is this okay for you?”

“This is perfect, thank you, really,” Ellie said looking around the room. Her eyes rested on Copia and he could see such gratitude and warmth in them. “If there’s anything I can do to repay you…”

“Bah,” Copia said waving the suggestion off. “You don’t have to repay us. This is what we do. We help those who need help and shelter those who need sheltering.” 

[histrionicfit]

*happy because you answered my asks*

Okey. Various things:

1) I'm getting informed about this pd, and I usually find that people with it are overly extroverted and dramatic/theatrical. Is it a requirement?

2) Gender stereotypes and diagnosis of hpd... I've read that this pd is usually more diagnosed in females, and that the most characteristic symptoms of this disorder are usually more associated with the female gender. For this reason, there is an underdiagnosis of hpd in the male population... Do you have more information about this?

3) I'm aware that some studies (actually, just one study) classifies HPD in subtypes, but I can't find enough information about it:\

4) Thanks for existing <3 How has your day been? Any news?

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1) not necessarily, at least as far as extroversion goes. personally, im actually petrified of strangers due to paranoia. but, on the other hand, once ive deemed someone as "safe" i will be very theatrical and talkative. also, i will say to keep in mind you don't need to meet *every* criteria for HPD. the main thing with HPD is the excessive need to be the center of attention. past that, you can have any mix and match of 5+ of the HPD criteria

2) i don't necessarily have more information on hand about that, but i do have plenty of opinions. to me it goes hand in hand with NPD being viewed primarily as a male disorder. HPD tends to be seen as female NPD, despite the major differences in criteria. to me it's just sexism, plain and simple. because, of COURSE a man who wants attention would be charming and manipulative and only accept praise, whereas a feeble woman will take any scraps of attention no matter how negative and degrading! (major sarcasm)

3) yeah, there isn't much *actual* information about subtypes. to me subtypes are just helpful as they break down presentation, similar to bpd subtypes. both are informal, and aren't diagnostic tools. so of course subtypes should be taken with a grain of salt.

4) aw ty<3 my day has been pretty ok!! i haven't done much yet, but i started a bit of an upcycling project due to intense boredom with my clothes. most exciting news i currently have is that im starting ged classes soon! which i actually plan to make a stand alone post about that topic.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

warnings: just a lot of anger and heartbreak.

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Uhtred and his men are ordered to bring you to Wiltunscir, to marry a nobleman, but Sihtric is not planning on letting you go.

word count: 2,9k

note: looks like there might be one more part after this!

Part I Part II Part II Part IV: The Pain.

You cried as you sat upon a horse, knowing this was it. The day your journey to Wiltunscir would start, to be wedded to a man you didn't even know, but was twice your age. Only so your father's fear of having his name disgraced would be put to an end.

'What's the matter, princess? I heard he's not that bad of a man,' Uhtred said as he saw your tears, but upon hearing you cry harder, he quickly turned and got on his horse.

'Lord, where is Sihtric?' Finan asked. 'I do not know,' Uhtred said, 'I informed him a few hours ago, but if he won't be here soon we have to leave without him. We have a long journey ahead of us and little time to waste. It is already noon, we can't wait much longer.'

Finan looked over his shoulder and saw you cry. He rode his horse next to Uhtred's and leaned over to whisper softly.

'Lord, I do not have a good feeling about this. It doesn't feel right to bring this young woman into an arranged marriage, just because of a weird nightmare Alfred had.' 'I know, Finan, I do not like this either, but I am sworn to Alfred. I have to do this or he will banish me for not obeying orders.'

Both men looked back at you with sympathy in their eyes, but quickly turned their faces when they heard voices approaching.

'Sihtric, you can't do this.' 'Watch me, Father, just watch me.' 'You will get yourself killed!' 'Alfred will never know, Beocca, unless you tell him.' 'You cannot take her and run off!'

Their argument was heated, which made Finan and Uhtred look up in surprise and confusion. You looked at Sihtric and felt your stomach turn. The man you wanted to be with was now going to escort you to marry someone else.

'Sihtric, what is this about?' Uhtred said and he looked at Beocca.

Beocca threw his arms up, trying to speak, but nothing came out.

'Sihtric?' Uhtred asked sternly. Concern grew on his face as he watched Sihtric climb up on your horse. 'Hey, Sihtric, that is not your horse, mate,' Finan tried to make light of the situation, but he quickly shared a worried look with Uhtred and Beocca.

Sihtric didn't say a word. He settled behind you in the saddle, pulled you against his chest, and without a word he kicked the horse into a gallop.

Uhtred and Finan were too taken aback to follow right away, and Uhtred looked at Beocca.

'Father, what is this about?' 'That boy of yours,' Beocca said, but he stopped talking, closed his eyes and muttered a quick prayer. 'Father?' Finan said, with a worried smile. 'The princess,' Beocca said, 'she is in love with Sihtric. And he is in love with her.' 'What?' Uhtred asked, confused, 'since when?' 'Before you left to Cippanhamm.' 'Cippanhamm?' Uhtred looked up at Finan, 'but that was nearly a season ago.' Beocca sighed, 'yes, it was.' 'But how did he know about her? I hadn't seen her until this morning. I had not even heard a word about her until last night,' Uhtred tried to make sense of Beocca's words.

Beocca quickly explained what had happened. That he had caught you and Sihtric outside and pulled you apart, about the letter you wrote him before they left for Cippanhamm, and about how he had made Sihtric and you meet in the church.

Uhtred and Finan looked at him with big eyes.

'They did what in a church now?' Finan asked. 'Not a word, Finan, not a word,' Beocca snarled and made a cross, but Finan couldn't help but chuckle and he turned to Uhtred. 'This explains his reckless behaviour before we left for Cippanhamm, lord. Remember we suddenly had to keep him out of fights here?'

Uhtred nodded and rubbed his hands over his face.

'What am I supposed to do?' he asked Finan and Beocca, who both had no answer for him.

In the meantime, Sihtric had held you tight with one arm around your waist as he had galloped away from Wessex, without having said a word. Once the fort was not in sight anymore he slowed the horse down and eventually stopped in a field. He got off the horse and helped you down safely.

'Sihtric,' you said, having no more tears left, 'what are you doing?' 'I don't know,' he admitted, as he paced back and forth. He took your face in his hands and as he looked in your eyes, you saw the exact moment he broke. 

He stepped away from you and reached for his axe, fell down to his knees and started to strike the axe down into the defenceless ground, groaning in anger with each strike. Over and over again until his arm was hurting and his throat was sore.

You watched him do it and you were too overwhelmed with everything, that all you could do was sit down and watch the man that you love being broken into pieces, right in front of you.

After a moment that felt to last for ages, Sihtric finally dropped his axe as he let out one last deep, loud, broken and hopeless grunt. And as you shivered at the sound of him you heard horses approach.

'Sihtric!' Uhtred yelled. 

Finan had already gotten off his horse and ran up to Sihtric, who had his head in his hands as he sat down. Finan looked at you and you gave him a nod that you were at least calm.

'Sihtric, what is your plan here?' Uhtred spoke, 'running off with the princess? And go, where? Alfred's entire army will be looking for you, you won't stand a chance. They will claim you've taken her hostage if this ever comes out.'

Sihtric was breathing heavily as he cried. Then he slowly walked up to you and kneeled down in front of you, his head low as he took your hands.

'Sihtric, don't.' you whispered, but he gently helped you up your feet. He looked at you, defeated and on edge, and you felt he was more unpredictable than ever.

'Let her go,' Uhtred said, 'we have to talk about this. But we can't stay here, we should move. She will ride with me.' 'I will not allow you to take her away from me!' Sihtric shouted, and he pulled his knife as he shoved you behind him.

Finan jumped back and Uhtred threw up his hands, and you just froze.

'Sihtric, boy, don't take it out on us, eh?' Finan said, 'we like this as much as you do.'

Sihtric didn't speak, he kept his knife up and looked back and forth between the men.

'Put down the knife, Sihtric,' Uhtred said calmly, 'you might hurt yourself.'

Sihtric's stance weakened, and his hands were shaking as he tried to control his tears.

'We won't resolve it this way. We need to move, find a place to stay and talk about this, okay? But not here,' Uhtred said, 'lower your knife, and let her go with me.' 'No!' Sihtric cried, and continued with a broken voice, 'she stays with me! I will not let you take her to Wiltunscir.' 'Sihtric, she is to marry a nobleman. There are worse fate for women here,' Finan said. 'He will marry her and he will make her a slave, will he not?' Sihtric hissed, 'we know men like that. We have fought men like that. I have killed men like that, and I will do it again.'

Finan desperately brushed his hands through his hair, he was at a loss, and Sihtric then lowered his knife as he broke down again.

'Now you listen to me!' Uhtred raised his voice. He walked over to Sihtric and punched him in his face, twice, to which he fell down onto his knees, but didn't flinch at the pain. You shouted at Uhtred and wanted to attack him, but Finan held you back. 

Sihtric just laughed as he felt the cut on his forehead, caused by Uhtred's rings, and he wiped the blood away from his nose, which Uhtred had hit with his second punch. Finan knew they were about to lose Sihtric if he didn't calm down soon, as he was becoming a danger to himself and everyone around him with his reckless behaviour.

'You will let go of this, now!' Uhtred said firmly, and he grabbed Sihtric's hair to lift his head up and face him. 'You will ride with us and we will stop at the closest town. Where we will eat and we will sleep, and tomorrow we will talk about this when your head is clear. Do you hear me?'

Sihtric breathed heavily and spat out the blood which had run down his throat, but he didn't say a word.

'Do you hear me?' Uhtred shouted and yanked Sihtric's head back further. 'Yes,' Sihtric groaned, with a voice that didn't even sound like his own.

Uhtred pushed Sihtric's head down as he let go of him. He walked over to you and Finan, who had let go of you by now.

'You ride with me,' Uhtred said.

'No,' you heard yourself say, and you stepped away from them. Uhtred gave you a bewildered look as you then ran to Sihtric.

'My darling,' you whispered, as you took his face in your hands and looked into his exhausted eyes. And even now, when his face was painted with his own blood, which ran down his forehead and from his nose, down to his lips and his chin, you still thought he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He brought his hands up to yours and gave you a weak smile, 'I will not let any other man touch you, ever,' he whispered, and he wrapped his arms around you.

'Can you believe this?' Uhtred said quietly so you couldn't hear it, and he gestured to you.  'Lord,' Finan said and shook his head, 'leave me out of this.' 'How crazy must the man go before she sees he is a danger?' Uhtred asked, in complete and utter disbelief, 'if he keeps this up he will be the death of her. The death of us even.'

Finan clenched his jaw and nodded.

'Lord, we have to find a way to solve this. Sihtric will not leave her side, and she won't leave him either by the looks of it. But if we take her to Wiltunscir as planned, with Sihtric -' 'Then there will be a slaughter,' Uhtred finished Finan's sentence. 'Aye. A bloody slaughter.'

Uhtred patted Finan's shoulder and gave him an understanding nod.

'We ride, now.' Uhtred said as he walked to his horse, and so did Finan.

You helped Sihtric up and carefully wiped the blood from his face, and he closed his eyes to your gentle touch. You were both tired and emotionally drained, and all you wanted was to be in his arms. But the next town was not near and you wouldn't reach it until late night, so there was no time for comfort, or so you thought.

Sihtric helped you up on the horse, but before he did he told you to sit with both legs on one side. You didn't quite understand why, but you did as he asked. And when Sihtric climbed in the saddle after you, you understood why. He pulled you against him and you wrapped your arms around him as you looked up into his eyes. He gave you a comforting smile, and you just couldn't hold yourself back anymore. You placed your hands onto his neck and you kissed his lips. You pulled back fast, as if you were shocked by your own behaviour in front of the other men, but it wasn't long until Sihtric pulled you back in and he kissed you slow and deep.

You heard Finan clear his throat not far away from you, but you both ignored him, and soon you heard their horses walking away. Sihtric held you tight with one arm around your waist as he kicked the horse to walk, but his lips didn't leave yours until they felt bruised. After that you buried your face in his neck and held him tight, and you didn't let go until you reached the town, where Uhtred arranged two rooms at the town's Inn to stay the night at.

The four of you walked up to the bedroom doors and Uhtred opened both. Sihtric pulled you into one of the rooms with him as Finan and Uhtred stood in front of the other opening.

'Sihtric,' Uhtred said, 'I know you do not wish to leave her side, but it's better if-' but Sihtric slammed the door before Uhtred could finish.

Finan chuckled and walked with Uhtred into the other room, and they decided they would not interfere anymore, for it was hopeless.

Before you ended up in bed with Sihtric, you made sure his bruises and cuts were clean and not giving him much discomfort. But to that he smiled and said this was nothing compared to his battle wounds. He promised you he was fine and calmer than before, and he just wanted to be with you and think of nothing else anymore. 

You helped him untie his armour and he finally seemed more relaxed as he watched you fumble with the laces. When you finally had taken off his armour and he wasn't wearing much else anymore, except for his lower garments, he pulled you into bed with him, where he carefully took off your clothes, and he apologised for his reckless behaviour in between kisses.

And the man who had been rough and dominant with you just the night before, seemed now as if he had never existed, for his hands touched you in the most gentle way. Sihtric kissed you, soft and slow, pouring all his love for you out in the sweetest moans you'd ever heard, and he made love with you in the most sensual and passionate way. And even if he was a beast, a brute, and a Dane, he was your lover. And tonight he was tender, and he made you feel his you love like no one else ever would or even could. You were his and his alone, and he was yours and he would always be yours, even if it would cost him his life.

And for the first time since you had met, you could finally fall asleep in his arms, and you had never felt so safe and complete as you did then.

The next morning you were woken early by Uhtred banging on your door. You both got ready as quickly as you could. But not before Sihtric had told you how he loved you and made sweet love to you again, which felt even better in the morning, and it left you both flustered when you sat down with Uhtred and Finan for breakfast.

Finan chuckled when he had taken a good look at the two of you. You both still had red cheeks and a glow that you'd only get after making the kind of love you just made. Uhtred could also tell what had been going on, which only made the situation worse.

'Sihtric,' Uhtred said, 'how do you think this was going to work.' And with that question Uhtred quickly brought you back to reality.

'There has to be a way,' Sihtric said, 'there just has to be. What if we just disappear?' 'I don't know,' Finan said, 'you'll need a place to live. And you are a familiar face by now, Sihtric, and people talk.' 'What if I just go back to Wessex?' you said. 'You can't go back to Wessex,' Uhtred said, 'at least not with Sihtric.' 'Maybe Dunholm? It is captured by the Danes now. They'd welcome you,' Finan said. 'Until they find out who she is,' Sihtric said. 'Sihtric is right, she will become a target,' Uhtred added.

You took a deep breath and looked up at Sihtric, who had his arms around you. You did not want to leave this man, ever. And you felt like you could burst into tears any moment now, which Uhtred saw, and he then knew that this wasn't just some fling, but real love.

'There might be a way,' Uhtred said slowly, and everyone looked up at him.

He hesitated to continue for a moment.

'Beocca,' he said, 'told me that there is a way.' He looked up at Sihtric, and continued, 'You could carry her off. Meaning that you marry her and bed her, which will need a witness. But this way the marriage can hold. She will be seen as dishonoured, as you are a Dane, and she is a Christian,' 'Believed,' you interrupted, 'believed to be Christian.' 'Believed to be Christian,' Uhtred said with a soft smile, 'and therefore no Christian men will want her anymore, for she will not be worthy. She'd be blemished. But this means that she will most likely be banished from Wessex and her family.' 'I do not care about Wessex or my family,' you said, and you turned to Sihtric, 'let's marry.' 'Is this true?' he asked, 'if we marry, will she be free?' 'Free of Wessex and her family, yes,' Uhtred said, 'but we can never know what that nobleman will do, who is expecting a bride soon.'

Sihtric looked at you, and he gave a light and nervous chuckle. 'But who will marry us?' you asked. Uhtred looked at Finan, who smiled. 'Beocca will,' Finan said, 'I know he will.' 'But then we have to go back to Wessex, and we can't do that,' you said. 'It is only half a day's travel to Wessex, I can fetch him,' Uhtred said, 'but are you sure?'

Uhtred looked at you, 'Are you sure you want to marry Sihtric, and give up any claim you have to Wessex and know your family will banish you?' 'Uhtred,' you said, 'I would give my life for him.' And you felt Sihtric's arms tighten around you as Uhtred gave you a confirming nod.

'Then I will fetch Beocca.'

[hoesaria]

IV. Exposed?!

You put your phone down and start packing as quickly as humanly possible.

“Why are you in such a rush? They'll be seats empty even if we arrive late to the cafe” Alhaitham sighs next to you. You wanted to smack the apathetic expression he had on his face off.

Containing yourself you reply, “Well, it wouldn't hurt to start early and end our session early. Now pack your bag quickly before I go ahead without you”

Just as you were about to drag Alhaitham out of class you heard a sly voice call out to you.

“I was hoping to catch you before you left class my dear [Name]"

You turn to look at your literary professor Yae Miko, who also happened to me Scaramouche's step mother.

"Miss Yae, its good to see you haha" You awkwardly say, "Did you want to talk about something?"

The pink haired woman eyes you and Alhaitham who still had the same apathetic expression on his face. If you hadn't blinked, you would have seen a little smirk on her face that had vanished as soon as it came.

"I'm sure you know Kunikuzushi, and you never gave me a proper answer about dating him. So what do you say?" She said, a smile on her face that anyone would have described as gentle, but you thought it was the stuff of nightmares.

Panic stricken you blurted out the first excuse that came up in your mind, "I already have a boyfriend! Actually right after I posted that he came up to me and asked me out haha"

"Oh?" replied, her eyebrows raised but a smile still playing on her lips. "Who is it?"

You racked your brain for anyone that would be the perfect example and remembered the man besides you, he could help you out for a few seconds right?

"Its Alhaitham!" You said as you dragged him in the front, intertwining both your hands together. You silently side eyed him with a pleading look. Sighing, he let go of your hand and you felt your heart drop, yeah you were about to lose your professors trust and your extra credit for the next 2 years, but then he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"I didn't want it to be public lest it creates trouble for my dear Y/N" Alhaitham said. You thanked all the archons above, you would drop to your feet and pray but there was still an audience in the class.

"Oh that's wonderful! I'm sure your aunt will be thrilled to know" Professor Yae exclaimed and you felt Alhaitham stiffen up at the mention of his Aunt. Did you just create family troubles for him? "Well I'll leave you two love birds alone then, I can see you were planning on going somewhere together haha, have fun~"

After you leave the class and are far away from prying ears you drop to the nearest campus bench you can find.

"Did I perform well?" Alhaitham said, dropping down next to you. Both of you hadn't said a word after leaving the class.

"I'm really sorry about that, I'll make it up to you, I swear!" You explained. "But what was that about your Aunt? Are you going to get into trouble for dating?"

Alhaitham chuckled, "No it's nothing like that. My Aunt is just very interested in my personal life, she'll be adamant on meeting you if it gets out, which it probably will because her and the professor are friends."

"How do you feel about fake dating? I can meet your aunt and get her off your back for a while, and you can help till this thing with Miss yae blows over" you say out loud.

"Hmm, sounds like a deal I suppose"

╰┈➤ ❝[A/N] ~ Scara doesn't seem to be on the bandwagon oops- ~ Alhaithams aunt, i wonder who it is hehe ~Do you guys think I should open up asks for like headcannons and stuff? i like writing a lot but idk

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Bunch of asks! Sorry for no drawings this time around ive been pretty burnt out as of late whoopsies.. would appreciate it if you guys could give me some time with the next 2AL update!!

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@snipersiniora Oh for sure! He is still Leo after all! After the whole situation after the invasion calmed down he would so crack a ton just to help lighten everyones moods! And yes, at multiple occasions would make fun of his own age, and throw in dad jokes!

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@wraenata FLASHBACKS TO THIS ASK if you cannot ask me MY favorite kind of cheese, then you cannot ask ANY OF THE LEOS THEIR FAVORITE CHEESE impossible question. the answers have no end. cheese is delicious and every type is so valid.

But listen listen, Leo, no matter the age, is an incredibly cheesy fella.

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@cartoonfan (this ping might not work oops) Waa thank you!!! I am turning this ask into an opportunity to say that having your own version of future Leo is so awesome because since we have only seen him for like 5 minutes, you can give him whatever personality you want and it fits no matter what you do pfft.

Like damn I want to make the most fluffy and kind peepaw imaginable? no problem 👍 no one can stop me and im so happy lots of people are enjoying my take!

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@allynabie Hello!!!

Everyone else feels great about it~ Yes, it may be weird having an extra Leo, but if that said Leo somehow manages to help your Leo generally have better coping mechanisms then theres really nothing to complain about here. I can guarantee you if future Leo was not here, Leo's recovery would have gone wayyy different, as in it would have taken him longer to accept his loss, and it would have been way more bumpy and harmful of a ride.

If you were to ask me about what the comic is about overall, my answer would be self love and how to accept reality by being open with yourself.

As for being aware of their future deaths, they are aware that they have died, yes! I actually plan on covering that a little bit soon but shhh you did not hear that from me~

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AAa the amount of support I get from having the Leo's being supportive of eachother is amazing, said it so many times before and ill say it again, so glad people are enjoying this take! Happy I can provide this fandom some comfort between the two!

Though I should also use this ask as a chance to mention: I do not dislike or look down upon any version of future Leo where he hates/despises his future self!!! I apologies in advance if some of what I have been saying would lead people to thinking this of me and I just wanted to be a bit clear with that! Honestly the two not being very fond of each other can lead to so many interesting storylines so who am I to complain.

Anyways, all takes of Future Leo are amazing, thought I should just through that here :)

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Such a great sidejoke ngl~ Though I should mention, while there may be a tracker inside Leo's prosthetic, there is no recorder!

[lesbaimsey]

okay so prewarning this one has spoilers for just roll with it: riptide episode 90 that was streamed on twitch today so if you havent seen it and plan to stop reading now ok? ok

so. jay ferin. i love her more than words can express. and in todays episode she seemed to have a bit of a moral dilemma in her head, and didn't outwardly express it much

and a little bit ago condi tweeted saying it was "interesting" how jrwi fans were pointing out her behavior as odd or different.

now some people would see a tweet like that and go "oh wow so is he planning a villain arc for jay or something?" but those people would be Wrong ive decided.

i think jay is having doubts about becoming a pirate. she had just finished telling an old friend that her crew was trying to make a positive change in the world, and convinced her enough for her to have let jay go.

and what happens as soon as she finds chip? the two of them kill someone. and yeah, it was self defense. but they killed someone, and their last words were a word of warning. a message saying that they had made a huge mistake, fucked over allport and potentially the world.

and IMMEDIATELY afterwards, gillion comes crashing down THROUGH THE GROUND AND INTO THE FUCKING OCEAN, with the weight of a fully packed 18-wheeler, killing a man on impact. and sure, kuba kenta was a fiend and absolutely would have killed gillion if gillion hadnt beat him to the punch(or drop, i guess). but gillion had still killed a man, and this certainly wasn't his first time doing so.

and immediately after THAT, both chip and gillion wanted to take kuba kenta as a prisoner. they even tried to convince jay to let them when kira gave them an out to leave if they had just left him. jay had to step away and tell kira just to take him.

and once all of that was said and done, this person who was once a close friend and had agreed to let jay go (not once but TWICE) looked her in the eyes and asked why she was on their side. the side of the riptide pirates.

and for that moment, jay couldn't think of an answer.

but once she got back on that boat, a million answers hit her in a flash. she watched as ollie's eyes lit up as he slowly turned the wheel of the ship, she watched the proud expression on alphonze's face as he guided him through it, she watched earl smack gryffon over the head with his cane for making a mistake while they cooked, she watched queen absentmindedly humming while plucking strings on their guitar, she watched chip excitedly take roofus aside for their drinks, and when she felt that presence walk up behind her, she felt a pang of guilt.

these people were her family. maybe far more of a better one than (most of) her blood family ever was. and she doubted them. she felt guilty for ever even considering the possibility that this wasn't the choice she should have made.

but she thought for a second about what drey had told her. on the midnight rose, crew members had squabbles all the time. hell, her own crew had plenty of them as well. and she knew that just like all the other fights they had, this would pass.

and if it ever comes down to it, if the morality of the riptide pirates starts to gray a bit more, jay knows that she can just whip them back into shape. or just challenge them to a duel. it's definitely her turn anyway.

and as gillion pats her on the shoulder as he leaves, jay decides once more, even if only she is there to know, that she is (and hopes to forever be) a riptide pirate.

and so she leaves gillion to his horrible horrible nightmare ridden sleep, and she leaves chip to catch up with his old friend.

but those two dumbasses are DEFINITELY getting an earful tomorrow.

[oscpaistry]

•Bestfriends with Jude•

!friendly jude, flirty jude‼️!

{Authors note: First i didnt know what to write, but then the ideas started coming in🙌🏼 As always you can send me requests or comment some ideas🫶🏼}

*You and Jude were best friends since first grade. You two always did everything together. His mom loved you like her own child. But you two never did something weird together. Like touching each other or something else. You always had a little crush on him, but little did you know he also had a crush in you.*

It was a boring day at the Bellingham house. Denise, Mark, Jobe and Jude sat inside. Everybody on their phone. It was silent. "Jude, what if you let Y/n sleep over? Havent seen that girl in ages. I miss her to be honest." Denise asked Jude with a smile on her face. "YES PLEASE! I also miss her!" Jobe yells excited. Jude agreed and called Y/n.

Y/n : Hey Jude, whats up?

Jude : Hey Y/n, We were wondering if you wanted to stay the night. Everyone misses you here!

Y/n : Sure, at what time should i come?

Jude : *he covers his phone with his hand and asks his mom what time she could come.* We have nothing planned today. Come whenever you want Peach.

Y/n : Okay sweet! Ill have to shower and pack my things but ill text you when ill leave okay?

Jude : Okay, take your time Peach! See you soon!

-Y/n her POV-

Your heart always skips a beat when he calls you Peach. Even tho its a simple nickname you find it cute when he calls you that.

You get ready for a shower. It will take a while because you really need to shave. Like your legs and you know. You lather yourself with soap and you hair with shampoo. You rinse yourself off with perfect warm water and shave your legs. Finally your done with showering. You wrap a towel around yourself and around your hair. You take some clean clothes. You change yourself into some jeans and a sweater. Then you put some makeup on. Simply just some mascara, concealer, highlighter and some lipgloss. You take your bag and pack you stuff. An extra sweater, sweatpants, hair ties, slippers, toothbrush, toothpaste, hair brush and an extra pair of socks. You put your shoes on and text Jude that your on your way.

-Jude his POV-

You see a text appear on the top of your phone. Its from Y/n.

Y/n: "Im headed out, ill be there in 15min! Ttyl Romeo😋"

She always called you Romeo. It makes your brain go burrrr. You always found her cute and sweet.

"She'll be here in a few minutes." You say to the others. Jobe looking excited at you. Jobe was always at his best when Y/n was around. He will laugh until his stomach hurts. It kinda made you jealous. But whatever. Y/n is 20 years old, you are 19 years old and Jobe is 17 years old. But of all that overthinking you hear the door bell ring. Jobe jumps up from his chair and run to the door. You run after him. He opens the door and there she is. Standing there with her arms wide and a smile on her face. Jobe goes to hug her tight. You roll your eyes and greet her inside to the living room. Jobe finally lets go off her. Jobe, Y/n and you are standing infront of your parents. Denise comes up from the couch and gives Y/n a big hug. "Ive missed you so much Y/n! How have you been?" Denise asks her and letting go of her. Y/n answers her and looks at you. She catches you looking at her kinda jealous. "Someones jealous i see, do you want a hug Jude?" She asks at me with a smile on her face. You nod and stand up. You both hug each other and smile. "Give me your stuff and ill bring them up to my room." You say to her as you take her stuff off of her. "Jeez Y/n, what did you bring? Its so fucking heavy!" You laugh and ask her. She smiles and says "Nothing really. You can look if you want!". You nod and smile at her. You go to your room and start to clean your room a little.

-Y/n her POV-

"Ive missed you so much Y/n. I was so sad that i didnt see you for so long." Jobe tells me and has a big smile in his face. "Awh Jobe, ive missed you too!" You say to him and give him a hug. Jobe was always so nice to you when you were around. Jude could learn a bit from Jobe to be honest. You were also so happy that Jude his family loves you like their own child. The situation with your mother and father wasnt the best right now so it was nice to have some people care about you and love you. Meanwhile everybody was asking you questions and telling you stories you started wondering where Jude was. But you thought he was busy doing something else.

-Jude his POV-

You were finally done with cleaning your room. You thought about what Y/n said a few minutes ago. "You can look if you want!" So you did what she told you. You opened her bag and took her stuff out. Just simple stuff like a sweater, sweatpants, hair ties, socks and more. But then you found something interesting in her bag. You found a red laced thong in her bag. "Did she really pack a laced thong with her because she came to mine? Or did she forget to take them out? I mean she was on a trip a few days ago. But i hope it was the second one." You thought to yourself. You put everything back and but the pack in a corner. You go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Making yourself smile and making yourself look awake. You were very excited that Y/n came, but you wanted her to be alone with you. You'll have to wait till tonight.

-Y/n her POV-

You heard muffled shuffling. You turn around and see Jude. You smile at him. "Come and sit with us Jude! We were thinking about what we should eat. What are you craving Romeo?" You ask and smile at him. He had that stupid smile on his face. He does that face anytime i call him Romeo. Jude sat down and said "I mean we could go out and eat? At a restaurant. Y/n, whats your favorite restaurant?" "Paco Tapas! Their food is awesome!" You answer. Mark said "Okay, ill go and reserve a table of 5 then. At 6 or 7 PM?" " 6PM, im already starving." Denise replied and smiling at him.

-Time skip : 4PM-

You are with Jude in his room. "I legit havent brought anything nice to wear to a restaurant. Ugh ill guess ill have to make this work." You complain too him and lay flat on the bed. Jude laughs and says "I can always give you a nice t-shirt or sweater too wear out. I mean it will be a but big on you but atleast you look nice." You come back up and widened your eyes at him and say "Oh so you think i dont look nice right now?'' Jude went red and started stammering on his words. "Its a joke Jude, i know you meant it in a nice way!" You laugh and give him a hug. He hugs you back. It was a long hug. You let go and awkwardly walked to his closet.

-Jude his POV-

"Jude what the fuck man. Why did you make it fucking awkward?" You thought to yourself. You hear Y/n starting to talk again. "Jude are you okay? You look mad? Did i do something wrong? Im sorry." She said sitting next to you. "No no no Y/n! You did nothing wrong. Im just thinking about what i should wear tonight." You said while putting your hand on her knee. You knew it was risky as but looked at her face. Her face is heating up and she had a little smile on her face. She stood up and walked too your closet. She looks at some clothes and threw you a white sweater and some blue jeans. It matched her outfit. Did she want to match or? Whatever.

-Time skip 6PM-

"JUDE! JOBE! Y/N! ARE YOU GUYS READY? ITS TIME TO LEAVE FOR DINNER!" Denise yelled from the end of the staircase. Jobe went down first. Then Jude and Y/n came down together. You looked at Denise her face. She looked at Mark and Jobe with one eyebrow up, then looking back at us. "Aww how cute! My two favorite people matching!" Jude looks at me and smiles. You smile at him and at the people waiting downstairs. Everybody went into the car and went to the restaurant. You were the whole car ride on your phone. But you noticed that Jude kept looking at you. You act as if you didnt know he looked at you. You finally arrived. Jobe and Jude went out of the car. " Let me help you peach." Jude says smiling at you. You went inside and ordered. Everybody was laughing, eating and talking. "This was delicious! You have good taste Y/n!" Jobe says. Mark, Denise and Jude agreed with Jobe. You smiled and thanked them to take you out for dinner.

-At home-

You take off your shoes and see Y/n struggling with her new nails and shoelaces. You help her without asking her. "Thank you Romeo." You looked up and went upstairs. She followed behind you. You went to your bathroom and she went to your room. You changed into some sweatpants. You went to your room and kind of forgot she was in there. You went in and look at Y/n changing. She was standing in sweatpants and her bra. You look down and stuttered on your words. "Im so sorry, i forgot you were in here! Ill go and wait outside." You stuttered out. "No its okay Jude. Come and sit down. We are best friends arent we? I mean for how long now? Ive seen you shirtless so why does it bother you that saw me shirtless?" She says and sits down on the bed. You felt yourself getting hard. *Oh my days no no no. Please go away. Shes my best friend. I cant get turned on because of her. Oh noo!* You thought to yourself. You just layed back and put on a movie. Y/n also put on an old jersey on from you.

Im so sorry that it took so long. I love you guys!! My tiktok is "@virgilcentral" .

[amirror-writes]

Castle Melody ~ Eddie X Reader

A/N: BITCHES I'M BACK. I know, i know, ive been gone for like 5 years lol. but eddie muson just makes me feel some type of way some im trying fan fiction again because he deserves it, and so do I😌

Summary: Eddie visits the music store you work at. This takes place shortly after s1, so no spoilers. Sort of a first-meeting fic. I plan on expounding on this story further. Just a little fun fic i guess

Word Count: 1.5k

Eddie sets down 2 new cassettes on the counter with a loud clack. You don't look up to acknowledge your customer, reaching for the tapes and sliding them over to the register.

"Did you find everything ok?" You recite in monotone.

"Yes, thank you." 

Eddie stares at you as you punch the buttons on the register. Your movements seem slow and dejected, in the way you drag your arms around the machine, even in the way your fingers appear flaccid as they pick and pull at the cassettes, the machine, hovering to wait for a receipt to print. He is surprised by your lack of conversation or even acknowledgment of his presence. He'll admit, he hadn't ever really interacted with you at school, but he had seen you around enough to know that you didn't appear to be an unpleasant person. Any time he got a glance of you in the halls or across the cafeteria, you were smiling. Additionally, he wouldn't say he was a regular customer, but he came here enough to know that you were always kind and outgoing towards customers. Cracking jokes, asking about their day, complimenting their music selections. Your lips don't have the soft smile you usually let settle around customers. Your face rests heavy and solid.

"Hey, uhm...." You don't look up still, just sliding his now bagged purchase across the counter to him. He tries again, "Hey. Are you ok?" You freeze and look up at him. Your lips downturn and your eyebrows furrow as you meet his eyes, before you quickly look away, just to the side of his face, and give a tight grin. He knows it's meant to comfort his concern, but the way your eyes flit wildly, uncomfortably, behind his shoulder, diminishes the effort.

"Yeah. I'm great! Thanks for asking..." you flash your teeth at him, but your eyes don't smile with you. Quickly, your face settles back into its heavy expression. "Your change is $4.76." 

"Thank you-" he takes the money and shoves it in his pocket. He can hear as a coin or two misses his pocket and clinks on the linoleum floor.

"Hey, I don't want to pry at all, but I totally don't believe you." You finally look back at him, chewing on your inner lip. "You're always happy and helpful when I come here, and no offense, but you're not really seeming like that right now. And uh, I guess all I have to say is that I hope whatever it is gets better soon." He offers with a sympathetic shrug.

Your mouth drops open a little bit, as he grabs the tapes and turns to the door with a "thanks again!"

"I'm sure you heard about all the crazy stuff last month." 

Eddie turns around. You meet his gaze directly. He nods softly. You take this as reassurance to continue.

"That missing kid, who was dead, and then not dead, and then all the other people who went missing and stayed missing... Dead, and still dead." You bring your forearms up on the counter, leaning forward and slouching as you let out a deep sigh. "The kid who came back, Will, he's one of my brother's best friends. The other two kids who didn't come back- Barb was my friend. Sam was my boyfriend. So-" you bring your hand to your hair and tug at it. "It's all just feeling a little stressful and stuff. To put it lightly." You sigh with a slight eye roll, trying to blink away the tightness forming in your eyes.

Eddie is grateful that you were willing to open up, he suspected you had been keeping that bottled up for a long time, and he knew that was never good for anyone, but when he asked what was wrong, he was not expecting an answer like that. Of course, he knew about all the missing persons fiasco from last month. The whole town knew about it. Hell, when a kid dies and then comes back, the whole country turns an ear to listen. But he more expecting you to tell him you had just failed a pop quiz or your pet goldfish had died.

"Wow uh- I'm sorry."

"Yeah, thanks." You blink at him. You give him another tight smile, but this time it reaches your eyes, just a little. "I appreciate you asking."

. . .

"I'm Eddie."

You raise an eyebrow at him. "I know."

. . .

He blinks once at you, he didn't realize you knew his name, which makes him slightly embarrassed to confess, "I don't know your name." You tap the tag on your chest. He raises his eyebrows and you can see his face redden a bit. You can't help but let a soft chuckle out your nose.

"Right, sorry, (y/n)" He grins at you. You can see the little light bulb go off in his head as his face lights up and he reaches into his jacket pocket, ruffling around it. You can tell when he found what he was looking for by the way his eyes crinkle and his mouth upturns. "Here." He holds out a heart-shaped lollipop, plastic-wrapping glistening under the stores flickering fluorescent lights. "I'm sorry about your friend, and your boyfriend and.. everything. I know this doesn't really help at all, but I don't know what I'm actually supposed to do when someone drops a bombshell like that. So here-" He flourishes the candy for dramatic effect. "A token of my... condolences."

You can't help but laugh. "This doesn't feel very appropriate but I appreciate it." You take the candy, before looking at it skeptically. "This isn't one of those.. special.. candies, right?" 

He lifts his hands in mock defense."Hey, it might help the edge off, wouldn't it!" He lowers his hands back to rest in jacket pockets with a shrug "No, it's just the normal kind. But I guess it's nice to see that my reputation proceeds me." He rolls his eyes, quirking the corner of his mouth.

Your smile is soft and genuine. "You can never be too sure. Thank you."

"Yeah, anytime." He finally grabs the bag off the counter, giving you a wave. " I'll see you out there, (y/n)."

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You knew about Eddie, I mean, who didn't. You could say he kept to himself, and yet somehow he also made that everyone else's business. In your 4 years at highschool, he had earned himself a reputation as a kind of freak. From the known school dealer (an unspoken understanding between him and the rest of the student body), his conventionally unconventional interests and how confidently he loved them, the occasional cafeteria... performance, to the time he'd been caught in the janitor closet with the football captain in sophomore year. He wore the title proudly. You were in the same grade, but you had been around to observe him for years, but never really interacted at school. You weren't sure that he was really even aware of your existence outside of your employment at the music shop he occasionally frequented.

So when he twirls over to your lunch table, taking a seat and resting his chin in his hand, leaning toward you, you can't say you're less than surprised.

"Good afternoon Lady (y/n)"

"Lady-?"

He gives a confident nod. "You work at Castle Melody. It's the appropriate name; Lady (y/n)."

You raise your eyebrows and pull your lips tight, before letting out a laugh. "Yeah, I guess... What are you doing here? Don't usually sit with your hellhole club?"

"Hellfire. I know it's hard to believe, but I don't have to babysit those freaks 24/7. They can handle themselves. Most of the time." He turns around to the mentioned table, giving his group a cheeky grin, wiggling his fingers at them. You lift your hand also in greeting towards the group of teenagers across the room. A few of them smile and wave back.

"Anyways!" He slams his hands on the table and shoves himself up from his seat. "Just wanted to say hi. I'll see you after break! Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Happy Fuckin' New Year!" He swings his hands up in the air, as he steps up on the seat, on top of the table, and jumps off to the other side, making his way away from you and out of the cafeteria. You can't help but watch with your mouth agape, eyes narrowing in amusement. That was a lot for just wanting to say hi, but from what you know about Eddie, you suppose it's fitting.

Your eyes only leave his retreating form when Nancy speaks. "What the hell was that?"

 Steve's voice is muffled from his pb&j. "Yeah.. I didn't know you knew Eddie Munson."

"I don't. He just comes to the store sometimes."

[quirkless-accident]

Tartarus pt 2

Yall are not out here being slick with you Fenton Bashing and Im kind of here for it. Bad!Fenton parents won out, but Ive got a plan for some good fenton parents later, I promise

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Aizawa was a man on a mission, and that was a very dangerous thing.

When he was focused like this, he was calculated and cold. He only had the objective in mind-contain the bad guy and make sure nobody was hurt. But right now, his brain is having a hard time comprehending that because everything is out of order.

The civilian is contained. And he's not sure if the bad guys can be taken in, considering they're officially part of the government. He had to many questions, and all of the answers he was getting was just making him more confused. But the kid-Danny-had given him a name. Fenton.

It was, at the very least, a place to start.

The Fenton owned their own building. They were semi-known support specialists that were a little bit to invested in their pet projects. Aizawa's never been interested in learning more than that because he's never had a reason to. Not until now, anyway.

The giant neon sign flickering in the evening glow feels a lot more ominous now.

He knocks on the door, and he's greeted with a red headed teenager. She looks incredibly tired. There are large bags under her eyes and her shoulders are slouched forward with exhaustion. He vaguely recognizes her-maybe she's in one of Mic's classes? The last name is suddenly more familiar to him.

"Mr. Aizawa?" Jazz asks him. "I didn't know you were coming by, I'm so sorry. Here let me just-"

She moves out of the way and lets Aizawa in before rushing off to the basement where her parents are. The sounds of hammering and excited talking can be heard, but he can't understand what they're saying.

He makes himself comfortable on the the armchair that's sitting diagonally from the couch, and he takes a look around.

The Fentons are...Eccentric doesn't seem like the right word, but it's the only one Aizawa can think of right now. Genius, if the awards and multitude of framed handshakes are anything to go by. But there aren't a lot of family photos. In fact, the only one he sees is a small frame tucked away, holding a photo of all four Fentons-including Danny.

Why did he look absolutely miserable?

Soon enough the remaining Fentons met him in the living room.

"Hello," Mrs. Fenton said. "I'm Maddie, and this is Jack. You're one of Jazz's teachers at U.A? Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine with your daughter, Mrs. Fenton," he said, casting a quick glance Jazz's way. "I'm here on official hero business."

"Oh?" Mr. Fenton asked. "How can we help?"

"When was the last time you saw your son, Danny Fenton?" He asked. He wasn't here to beat around the bush. He needed answers.

And just from that one question, he was getting some pretty unfortunate ones.

Mr. Fenton looked like he was going to break his wife's hand from gripping it so tightly. He was a big guy. He probably had some kind of strength quirk. Mrs. Fenton's lips turned into a thin, pale line as she looked at him with uncomfortable, calculating eyes, like she was trying to pick him apart right there in the living room.

"We haven't seen him in months," Jazz answers for them. Her parent's heads whip around to her, but she's got her gaze fixed solely on Aizawa, who holds it. She continues. "He was-he was kidnapped by some guys in white uniforms."

"Jazzy, that's enough-" Mr. Fenton starts saying, but it seems to be the breaking point for Jazz.

"No it's not!" She screams at them. Her glare is cold and icy and Aizawa is so glad that he is not the one on the receiving end of it. "He's out there missing and you two don't-you don't care! I want my baby brother back, and if I have to ask a couple questions to make that happen then so be it."

"If he's been missing for months then why hasn't there been a missing persons case filed?" Aizawa asked. He had Tsukauchi look into it for him after his conversation with Danny, and there hadn't been anything filed. It was a bit concerning to say the least.

"I did," Jazz said, her earlier fire taking a break. "But Danny-he was born quirkless. They probably didn't look at all, now that I think about it."

And man, wasn't that fucking heartbreaking to hear. But she had chosen her words carefully, Aizawa noticed. Born quirkless, implying that he was no longer-which, in this case was true. He met her eyes once more, and her gaze flickered up and diagonally where the loft was. A clear message once he finished playing his part with the Fenton parents. If that was anything to go by, they had no idea Danny had powers. And it was probably best that they keep it that way.

"I wouldn't worry so much about him," Mrs. Fenton said with a wave of her hand. "Our Danny has always been a trouble maker. Always starting fights, failing his classes. You're a teacher, you probably have enough kids like that already. Plus, this isn't the first time he's gone away for a while-"

"-He always calls, though," Jazz said. The bite in her words was back full force. "He calls me to let me know how he's doing. And where he's going. He hasn't-he probably can't! I saw him get kidnapped!"

"Honey, you're probably just overthinking things again," Mr. Fenton said, and man, that just made Aizawa's blood boil. Obvious emotional manipulation, and invalidating her experiences. And over something as important as this made it even worse. They were unfit to be parents.

"Where were you when you saw him get taken?" Aizawa asked.

"By the Red Star café," she answered. He knew that place. It was in the slums of Musatafu. Whenever he patrolled there he sometimes stopped by if it was a particularly rough night. That particular café though had a soft spot for quirkless people. It was no wonder that Danny and Jazz frequented it.

"Do you remember what day or time?" He asked. Without hesitations he answered him. And, briefly, he felt pity for her. He couldn't imagine what it must be like, living with parents that don't give you the time of day. Living with parents that don't care. And, judging from how protective of Danny she was, she probably raised him, too, more or less. It didn't paint a pretty picture. Even without the horrific example of negligence towards their son, they should have been removed a long time ago.

"Well, this has been a pleasure," Mr. Fenton said, standing up. He was looking at his watch with a frown. "We're running a bit late for a meeting and if we don't leave now we won't make it. If you want to talk again, please schedule a meeting next time."

"Of course," Aizawa said. He shook Mr. Fenton's hand, and the way it was nearly crushed in his grip did not go unnoticed. The same went for the others, though Jazz's grip was probably more out of worry and urgency and anything bad.

He quickly left, the Fenton parents close behind him. He made a big show of swinging over a few buildings over with his capture scarf and going to the roof before disappearing in the night sky. He watched and waited as they got into their van and drove off. Once they rounded the corner, he ran back to Fentonworks, where Jazz was shimmying open a window.

"They have cameras at the front and back entrances," she explained. "You can come in this way."

Once he was inside, it was right down to business. He respected that, and her for it.

"How much about Danny do you know?" She asked.

"I know that he definitely does have a quirk," he said. "And that he got dumped in Tartarus a month ago. I only just found out yesterday, when I went in on other business."

Jazz promptly burst into tears.

Aizawa has never been good with emotions, but the violent display of emotion just made it worse. Still, he put a comforting hand on her shoulder as she pulled herself together again.

"He's alive, then," she said. Her voice was nothing like it had been downstairs. It was small, and broken, and months of worrying was etched into every word.

Aizawa definitely had to get them both out. And soon.

"He is. He's being taken care of now," he said. Because as soon as he had gotten done with Tsukauchi he had ripped the warden a new one, and unless they wanted to face the wrath of Eraserhead-with Nezu right behind him-they were going to do as he said. "I just need to know the motivations behind the Guys in White wanting to kidnap him."

Jazz wiped her eyes and nodded, stealing her resolve. She led him downstairs-and then downstairs again to the basement. There were odd looking weapons that didn't look anything like normal support equipment, and they all had this weird, green glow to them. But on the opposite wall was a massive octagon with a swirling green something inside of it. It would have been mesmerizing if not for the circumstances.

"That's where it happened," she said, nodding towards the octagon. "Our parents built a portal to the Ghost Zone, where ghosts live. It didn't work at first," she walked over and pressed a couple of buttons on a control panel. Two silver doors slid shut, cutting off the eerie glow. "Danny and his friends were down here hanging out one night. I was tutoring some friends, and out parents were out. They wanted-" her voice cracked, but she didn't let it stop her from continuing. "They're just kids. Danny was fourteen when he-"

Aizawa could see it happening in his mind. Danny goes into the portal, and the portal somehow gets triggered. The activation while he was inside must have caused his death. And since apparently ghosts were real-it turned him into one. It was so bizarre, but it made a frightening amount of sense.

"It turned him into a halfa," he said. Jazz nodded, a grim look on her face.

"An incredibly rare kind of ghost," she said. "There are only three in existence-and one of them is a clone of Danny." Aizawa felt like getting punched in his gut would have hurt less than those words. Clone? Was there a third child out there that he was going to adopt now?

"Anyway, their rareness is why the Guys in White are so interested in Danny. Usually when people get electrocuted they just die normally. Danny has a theory about that, though. Something about life long exposure to ectoplasm being the thing that saved his human half. You'd have to ask him for details."

"What about details on the Guys in White?" He asked her. "Any kind of proof? Not that I don't believe you-I do. But it'll be easier to convince the warden and the courts to let him out with something concrete."

Jazz, as troubled as she looked by his statement, nodded in understanding. She pulled out a piece of paper from one of the shelves and scribbled a phone number and an address on it.

"Tucker is Danny's best friend, and he's the best tech guy I know. If anybody can get you details, it's him. Just-maybe go over the weekend or something. His parents are usually away then. They're really overbearing, and Danny is a really sore subject since he's-he was quirkless."

"This will be a big help," he said. He took out his phone and put the number in. And then, after a moment of thinking, he started taking photos of the basement. Even without the illegal experimentation with otherworldly things they've been doing, there were no safety precautions of any kind here. It was no wonder Danny died-sort of. This place was a ticking time bomb of half-finished projects waiting to blow up in somebody's face.

"Do you feel safe here?" He asked Jazz. His voice was quiet and low. It was a stark contrast to the bark of bitter laughter that Jazz made.

"I haven't felt safe here in a very long time," she said. "Those feelings were only cemented when Danny had his accident. I've been trying to save up to move out right after I graduate."

"Well, since you're a student of U.A. we as your teachers have partial custody of you, just in case anything happens to your guardians. With the photos I have and a testimony from you I could probably have them in jail by the end of the month. Maybe faster if I get help from Nezu."

He was expecting maybe a surprised look. Maybe a stuttered, "Oh-no that's not necessary I didn't mean it like that-"

But instead he got the wind knocked out of him from the bone crushing hug Jazz was giving him.

"Where would we go?" She asked, her face buried in his chest. He hugged her back, trying his best to be some kind of comfort.

"Well," he said. "We've got a spare bedroom. Though you and your brother might have to share until we can get a better place. But if you don't want that then you can stay at U.A. all year until you graduate."

Jazz only hugged him harder.

He had a feeling he knew what her answer was.