#but your parents HATE this!! and when you get your heart broken they refuse to comfort you

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I love lingering when it comes to introducing oc story and lore because ohh oh ohhhhh it’s fun seeing reactions to plot points and discussing them and what not. But it’s also scary because I won’t like it if I’m judged for a story direction because people don’t like a character or smth. But also who caresssss I call it a jumpscare to see horrible people fully comprehend that they’re horrible and try to fix themselves and build themself from the ground up. I call it that fucked up people can realize their wrongs and change themselves for the better. I call it nuance. I call it look at these ocs boy

[certaimromance]

𝜗𝜚 You Says.

Post prison Reid x Reporter!reader

Read part one here!

Summary: After a rough night and some misunderstandings, Spencer needs to do everything he can to make things right with you and get his relationship back on track. The problem is, things aren't so easy for you, and he's willing to do anything you ask, even take care of you when no one else will.

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TW: mentions of crime and trauma. angst+comfort. the reader gets sick (nothing serious, just a normal cold). english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).

Note: Ok, I didn't think of doing a second part before, but reading my own work made me so sad😭 the cat deserves happy parents (we are the cat) but I warn you that I do not believe in magic apologies.

As an interesting side note, both parts of this story are named after children's games. In this case, it's for "Simon Says," which I thought was pretty cool because in this part, Spencer literally does whatever the reader wants.

I also want to thank you for the support you gave to the first part and for the 300 followers💝 I could not say it before but it makes me very happy.

♡ Enjoy! ♡

I. I Love You, I’m Sorry.

Spencer had been losing his mind since the last time he saw you in person, and it was all his fault. From the moment the door to his apartment closed behind you and the oven beeped, he began to feel the broken pieces of his heart that you had once held together unravel and shatter even more. He hated himself for letting his insecurities get in the way of the one good thing he had managed to have over the past few years, and for pushing you away when you didn't want to. You had been his exception among all the bad things that had happened in his life for as long as he could remember, the only one that didn't seem to want to be temporary and left him when he least expected it. And he himself had forced you out of his life, even when you didn't want to, begging him with tear-filled eyes for a little remorse that he didn't give you.

Just a few hours after the incident, he tried to go to work as if nothing had happened to clean up the mess the leak had made and put the killer in jail. He brought Penelope the promised cookies and your computer for her to examine because it felt right at the time. Part of him needed her to find real proof of your betrayal so he could stop feeling bad about making you cry and saying such ugly things to you.

Then he found out that you were telling the truth and that your computer contained nothing but photos of the two of you, all the articles he had ever written or been mentioned in your searches, and a few writings in which you poured out all your love for him in the cheesiest and most poetic way possible. You loved him, you really did, and there was no evidence to the contrary, because even Garcia could later assure him that the information had come anonymously and had been bought for five hundred dollars. But it was too late, because he had given you a conviction without even knowing it.

That's when he started to fixate on making amends for what he'd done. Every time you left work, bouquets of your favorite flowers with notes asking for forgiveness and wishing you a good night began to appear in your car. He also made a point of stopping by to talk to you and repeat how sorry he was. You knew this would happen when he realized his mistake. You had told him before you left, and that's why you refused to see him. It was good that the security guards at your workplace didn't let him in, even with his FBI credentials. The tricky part was your building because the doorman already knew him and let him in normally thanks to the excuses Spencer made up, even though you said a thousand times that he shouldn't have.

And that was happening again, for the fifth or sixth time in the last few days.

“Please, just let me talk to you and tell you how sorry I am. Listen to me for a moment.” You could hear Reid's voice from the other side of the door.

You didn't say anything. You just sat with your back against the door and one hand on your heart, as if you were trying to hold it. It didn't even cross your mind that he was in the same situation.

“Just a few minutes, please."

Once more, you remained silent.

Silence was the worst answer someone could give. You knew it, and it hurt to have to do it with him. But you had no choice because you knew that by looking into his eyes for just a few seconds, all the bad things would dissipate and maybe you would even forgive him without thinking just because of the love you had for him. You didn't like being this vulnerable and having so many feelings for someone who didn't trust you.

Lately, you've been spending every waking moment wondering what you could have done to make him believe that you were really capable of betraying him in such a cruel and selfish way. You were the one who woke up in the middle of the night to try to comfort him every time he had a nightmare or couldn't sleep. You drove to his apartment no matter what time it was to make sure he was okay. You lost your breath repeating that he was safe with you. You drank many cups of coffee the next day so you wouldn't fall asleep on the job every time the situation repeated itself. That's why you started sleeping in his apartment, wrapped in his arms because he said it made him happy to wake up and see you. And even with all that, Spencer was able to believe that you didn't love him.

You were running your hands through your hair and sighing, trying to block out all the thoughts running through your head, when you heard his phone ring. You could tell it was important by the way he spoke and changed his tone of voice, so you got up from the floor at the same time he did to put your ear to the door.

“I really have to go now, but could you open up a little bit so I can take a quick look at you?” He asked in a pleading tone after hanging up the call. “Please, I know you can hear me. I can see the shadow of your feet under the door.”

You really thought he didn't know you were there, feeling like a fool for listening to every word he said.

“If you want to see me, turn on the TV.” Your voice finally reached Spencer, and it gave him a glimmer of hope. It was the first time you had spoken to him since that night, and even though there was a door between the two of you, you were talking to him.

“It's not enough.”

“And it's not my problem.”

That was more hurtful than your silence.

“I know, it's mine.” He replied after a couple of seconds, trying to process everything. “And I will do everything I can to fix it...I have to go now, but take care of yourself. The nights have been getting colder lately, so wrap up warm.”

You knew it was a bit silly to think of that now, but his attention to detail was impressive. Since you did the evening news, you used to get off work very late, and the change from air conditioning to the city cold was quite a lot. Spencer had cited scientific studies to you many times to make you aware and know what kind of clothing materials to use to avoid a cold. You missed that a lot.

If he had the same attitude as the night of the conflict, it would be easier. You could hate him and stop loving him so strongly.

“I love you, William misses you and so do I.”

You frowned because you didn't know anyone by that name.

“William?”

“Our cat.” He answered simply. “When we talked about how we would name him, you said that a lot of people name their pets after their favorite characters. You love the movie ‘Notting Hill’ and whenever we watch it, you always say you like Hugh Grant's character named William. It also means strong-willed warrior. I just thought you would like it.”

You didn't say anything at the time because you had to cover your hand with your mouth to keep from doing so, but you liked it and you liked it too much. Once again, he focused on the details.

“You can change it if you want because I don't know if he likes it, but what I do know is that he misses you. He lies on your blanket and starts meowing, and he also looks at the door. I certainly think that every time I come home he expects it to be you.” He kept talking as he received no response from you. “It sounds like I'm talking about myself. And it's true because it happens to me the same way.”

When he paused, a tear escaped and fell down your cheek. It wasn't fair for him to say those things now.

“If you want to see him and me not being there, you can send me a message...but I'd really like to be.” He paused again, as if searching for the perfect words.

What did it cost him to have searched for the perfect words the night he distrusted you?

“I must go, I love you.”

The last thing you heard before he left was Spencer's footsteps heading towards the elevator.

II. I Miss You, I’m Sorry.

Just two weeks later, you realized that maybe you should have listened to Spencer when he said the nights were getting too cold. If you had, now you probably wouldn't be lying on your bed with an unbearable flu and no one there to bring you soup or a cold washcloth for your forehead because your mother was taking too long to get to city.

When you were younger, you thought it was a great idea to get as far away from your hometown as possible. Now, however, you realize that you need a familiar face to take care of you because you can't do it alone all the time.

You felt a sense of relief when you heard the door to your apartment open.

“Mom? I'm really hungry and the soup is all gone.” You spoke in a tired tone as you heard footsteps approaching. But at that moment, you watched as the cat you shared with Reid jumped onto the bed and started purring at you.

You thought you were hallucinating from the fever until you saw Spencer walking into your room with a couple of bags.

“I know you were expecting your mother, but we brought you soup and medicine.” He said, sitting up in bed to look closely at you and put a hand on your forehead. “You're burning up.”

“What are you doing here?” You asked, trying to pull away from his touch.

“Your mother called me because she couldn't find a flight today and was very worried. She asked me to take care of you.”

Of course she did, because she adored him and didn't know that things were bad between you two.

“I don't need you to take care of me.” You barely settled into bed and petted the cat. “Go to work, make sure no one leaks information.”

Oh, that was a low blow for him.

“I asked for a few days off because you have a high fever and someone needs to take care of you.”

“You don't have to...”

“I want to.” He said, interrupting you and putting a cold cloth on your forehead.

“Just because you're looking out for me doesn't mean I'm going to forget everything and forgive you.” You clarified right away, trying not to lose focus because of the relief you felt thanks to the cold compress.

“I know, and I don't expect you to. Just let me take care of you now, forget you hate me until you get better. I won't take advantage of this, I swear.” He looked at you with a serious gaze, as if he were swearing an oath. “Please.”

God, not puppy dog eyes now.

You used to love it when he looked at you with those sparkling eyes. Now, though, you felt manipulated by it.

“Fine, give me the soup.” You finally agreed, knowing you didn't have much of a choice. “Just a warning, please don't answer any calls near me. I can listen in and use the information to hire a nurse.”

He ignored the comment and didn't bring it up to make you uncomfortable. He sat on the edge of the bed, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was light, and his eyes searched yours as he spoke.

“Is there anything else besides soup I can bring you? More tissues, or maybe some medicine?” He asked in a soft, soothing voice.

You shook your head, still a bit dazed by the situation and your stomach rumbling. You watched as Spencer disappeared into the kitchen, and you could hear his footsteps echoing throughout the house, followed by the clatter of pots and pans and the sound of the stove being turned on. You could only lie back on your bed, feeling a wave of tiredness wash over you.

A few minutes later, he came back with a bowl of chicken noodle soup and sat down next to you on the bed, being careful not to spill anything.

“Are you planning to feed me soup?” You asked, with a hint of irony in your voice, as you watched me hold the spoon and watch you.

“If you wish, I'll be happy to.” He replied simply and brought the spoon gently to your mouth.

“I'm not a baby.”

Especially not his baby.

“You hate me, I know. But I really want to take care of you, and I won't leave until at least your mother arrives.” He paused for a second, as if to catch his breath. “If you don't want me around, that's okay, I'll just sit in the corner of the room or in the living room in silence. It hurts, but I'll take whatever you want.”

You remained silent for several seconds, dedicating yourself to stroking the cat to avoid Spencer's gaze.

“I don't hate you.” Was the only thing you could say at the time.

Something inside you was expecting a more exaggerated reaction for letting your guard down a bit, or maybe you were just too feverish. The thing was, he had only given you a small, almost non-existent smile.

“I know.” He finally spoke and gently adjusted the cold compress on your forehead. “And that's why I hate myself.”

At that moment, while you were trying to make sense of how things had changed so much in just a week, he was watching you.

Spencer was waiting for you to explode, to tell him how sorry you were for getting involved with him and his complicated world, that it was all one big mistake that you would regret forever. He was expecting disaster, pain, tears, and a lot of chaos.

But you didn't give him any of that.

Just a sweet nothing.

He could tell at that moment that even though you were in a feverish state and had many reasons to be cruel, you would not be. He realized that you would never yell at him or do anything to hurt him, that the most painful thing you could give him was your silence. And it was then that he confirmed that you loved him the way he thought he did not deserve to be loved: honestly and genuinely.

“Why?” You whispered after a few minutes of silence. “Why are you with me if you don't trust me?”

“I trust you.” He looked you straight in the eye as he spoke, trying to show that he was being completely sincere. “I just don't trust myself.”

You frowned and let out a groan from the discomfort in your forehead. You weren't sure if you were hallucinating because of the cold or if Spencer was really shivering.

“I don't think I'm good enough for you, or deserve you, or that you love me because you want to.” He finally admitted, his voice slightly shaky. He seemed to be in a worse state than you. “It's silly because you've never given me a reason to distrust you.”

“I know you thought I was going to leave. But I didn't want to leave until you asked me to.” You were close to crying, so you pretended to sneeze to hide your watery eyes. You didn't want to show how vulnerable you were. “It was easier to distrust me and blame me like I was just another bad person you catch.”

“Yes, but...” He replied, trying to answer your question.

“Don't talk. It's my turn.”

He nodded after a few seconds, watching you with concern. “Just be careful, you're still sick.”

You already knew how sick you were and how deplorable you probably looked, but you wanted to say it all and stop feeling a lump in your throat.

“You say you trust me, but you really don't, and I've been trying to understand you for almost a year, Spencer. It's been eleven months of trying not to invade your space, avoiding topics that make you tense or your eyes glaze over.” You had to stop to catch your breath and drink some water with his help. “And you think I don't understand you or really know you, but I do. I know how all your dishes are arranged, I know how you like to fold clothes and eat toast, I know that chess reminds you of someone because your eyes get watery every time we see a board, I know about the book signed by Maeve that you hide in your closet and about which you tense up every time I'm near, I know about your nightmares about prison that you don't like to talk about, and about your mother's favorite colors that change every day. I know so much about you, and yet you think I know nothing.”

Once more, there was a long, quiet pause.

“I'm so sorry.” He held your hands as he repeated the same thing, this time with a truly sincere tone. The whole room was still tense as his knees touched the floor, and the apology he gave you seemed like a plea. “I'm really sorry. I know you don't want apologies, you want trust, and I'm going to show you that.”

You didn't say anything as he sat down next to you on the bed.

“I trust you, that's why I always tell you about my cases. And I will tell you about all my past, if you want, because for me you are my present and my future...of course, only if you still want to.”

The eyes of both of you were fixed on the cat you shared, who was purring and lying very comfortably in the middle of the bed. It was nice to know that at least one of the three of you was happy.

“Tell me.”

And just as you asked, he told you everything because he wanted to show you that he trusted you.

This time he really trusted.

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I refuse to be told to "move on" from October 7th. I simply refuse.

You know the thing about trauma? You don't really get the choice to move on. You may be living in the future, but at least a part of your mind is trapped in that horrible moment. Sometimes that part of you can never escape.

Right now, as I'm writing this, I am sitting at my desk in my room. But right now, as I am writing this a part, huge part, of me is still in that airport. That part of me is still staring at my phone, trying to catch its breath but failing. That part of me is still watching in shock as the death count rises, the videos of Hamas's atrocities are broadcasted everywhere I see, the celebration of my people being massacred is burning my eyes. My ears are hearing the wailing sirens from when I was last in Israel. My hands are still feeling the shaking of the walls as the Iron Dome intercepts attempts upon the lives of my family and me. My heart is hurting for each life lost and each family left broken.

My body is here, in January 10th. My mind is not. My mind, and the mind of nearly every Jew is still stuck in October 7th.

Do not think we chose this. If I could choose indifference, if I could choose apathy, if I could choose ignorance, I wouldn't feel so constantly triggered and in pain.

But nobody gets to choose trauma.

This wasn't a unique trauma, a first-time event. Pogroms are nothing new to us, genocides and attempts at such against us aren't anything new, hateful libel and lies are near-constants.

That's part of what made October 7th so much worse.

I grew up hearing about how my great-grandfather lost his entire family to the Holocaust, how my ancestors survived pogroms, how my parents faced systemic antisemitism in the USSR.

We all grew up hearing our parents and grandparents tell us about antisemitism.

And do not think we were ignorant of it. I was well aware that the world is not even close to shedding its deeply ingrained antisemitism.

I was aware of it when I wrote a speech about discussion of modern antisemitism and being told it was "well-written but controversial". I was aware of it when my teacher said I was responding "emotionally, not academically" to an author claiming antisemitism and the Holocaust weren't "that bad".

I was aware of it when a synagogue near me got shot up, a synagogue I've been to. I was aware of it because I had no other choice.

But it had always felt like it was "winding down" from what my parents had told me. Yes what my teacher did was bad but at least he didn't explicitly single me out for being a Jew and intentionally fail me. Yes the feedback for my speech was hurtful but it wasn't like I was being violently censored. Yes the shooting was awful but it wasn't a full-blown pogrom.

I'm not saying my logic was correct. Far from it. But that's how it felt before October 7th.

When October 7th happened I saw that nothing was "winding down" as I had previously thought. People were still just as keen to gleefully cheer on the killing of Jews as they had been. The world is just as slow to act when Jews are being forcibly held and tortured and killed. Blood libel and ideas of the "doctor's plot" are alive and well.

Oct 7th triggered old trauma, Oct 7th was traumatic in its own right, and for most of us, Oct 7th proved that antisemitism isn't going anywhere. It isn't winding down or getting better.

And that kind of pain? That kind of trauma? That sticks with you.

You wouldn't tell any other person to get over their trauma. So what makes it ok to say it to traumatized Jews as we are still processing the largest massacre of Jews since the Holocaust?

That behavior is horrible and inexcusable.

Trauma is trauma, you don't get to decide who does or doesn't have the right to be traumatized. You don't get to decide how people discuss their trauma.

[haeryna]

feeling so high but too far away to hold me ↪ gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru ;༊

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summary: satoru and suguru come to a critical conclusion, but is it too late for them to mend what was broken?

tw: angst, homophobia, abandonment, mentions of (unintentional) self harm, mentions of illness, barely proofread

notes: title taken from halsey's "without me." all images were taken from pinterest and are NOT mine! i'm not sure if i like how this came out but oh well gotta get through it lol. banner is from @/cafekitsune!

Lately, Satoru has been thinking a lot more about you.

He shouldn't be. Choso's been on his ass for stupid mistakes, like a slight misstep during practice, or the way his voice wavers ever so slightly on notes that are well within his vocal range. Nanami grumbles a bit more when recording sessions extend even further. Haibara brings him an extra water bottle during practice. Even Sukuna is slightly nicer to him, as if he can see how much Satoru is struggling.

Satoru hates it. It makes him feel weak, because he knows now that he misses you more than his heart can bear. He has women throwing themselves at him left and right, so why does a girl from a town he left behind make something in his chest twist? By all accounts, Satoru is thriving. He has a wonderful relationship with his boyfriend, his boy group has broken record after record with each single they release, and Satoru has just signed onto a brand deal with Chanel.

(He knows you're not just a girl, you were his. The only person he could bear to share Suguru with, the only person who could see past his flirtatious facade and say, "It's okay, 'Toru, I'm here for you." He knows the reason why he forces himself to believe you would have only shunned him like his parents, is to run from the realization that he abandoned you in the most horrific way possible.)

It doesn't help that his managers handle all of his social media accounts, and go through all his mail. As soon as him and Suguru signed onto the same agency, their phone lines were decommissioned, and they were given highly protected personal phones. You wouldn't be able to reach him even if you wanted to. Hell, they barely even saw Shoko, and the only reason was because they were both the only people who trusted her to take care of their medical needs.

Suguru had tried, once, to ask about you, to get a way of contacting you. Shoko had looked him dead in the eyes, steel hidden behind soft brown, and told him that, "if you were just going to abandon her like that, at least have the decency to stay gone until they could commit to her fully." The way Suguru's face had paled only confirmed the worst for Satoru; you hadn't understood. You had seen their leaving as the worst kind of betrayal. Shoko had refused to tell them more, stubborn in her loyalty to you.

At first, it was easier to hide shame behind a kind of disdain. Of course you hadn't understood what it had been like, being rejected so violently by parents you once loved. Of course you hadn't understood what it was like to feel the noose tighten around your neck until you knew you would either run, or die. Maybe if you couldn't let them go, it meant you truly had never loved them anyways.

As the months grew, slowly and surely, the tangle of excuses unraveled. You might not have understood, but you had defended him silently in small rebellious ways. The eyeshadow palette that still sat at his vanity. The birthday card you'd made him when you turned 14, with a small rainbow under the phrase "I'll love you no matter what." You too had felt the noose; you'd spent years fighting it, fighting your hatred of the small town you were forced to grow up in. "Satoru, Suguru, Shoko," you would tell them, "one day we'll all move out of here into the nicest, fanciest apartment in the city."

Grief was love with nowhere to go, and in that particular moment, Satoru found your absence particularly painful. Sighing, he stretches, resting his chin on the back of the couch to stare at the clock. 12:36; Suguru was probably still awake. Quietly, Satoru pads to the spare room in the apartment he shares with Suguru that they'd converted into their music and production room. Unsurprisingly, he finds Suguru perched on an old barstool they thrifted, gently strumming the strings of the guitar you'd gifted him so long ago.

"Satoru," Suguru says softly, pausing. "What's wrong? I thought you'd be asleep by now."

Wordlessly, Satoru wraps his arms around him, nuzzling into the slope of his neck. After a few moments, he speaks.

"I miss her."

He can feel the way Suguru stiffens slightly in his arms, before exhaling, tension releasing from his shoulders. "I miss her too. I've been thinking, Satoru."

"That's dangerous for you," Satoru chides, and Suguru rolls his eyes fondly.

"You're such a brat. I've been thinking, what if we went back?"

Satoru blanches, staring at Suguru. "What?"

"Not permanently," Suguru hastily amends, knowing how deep Satoru's scars run. "Just enough to...I don't know, Satoru. We messed up really badly. I know there's a large chance she won't even be there anymore. She used to always tell us about how she couldn't wait to move to the city. But we can at least start there, right?"

The news of Satoru's hiatus caused enough ripples for even you to notice it. Despite the fact you avoided anything to do with both his and Suguru's music career, every news outlet, radio channel, and social media post had something to say about it. Hell, you couldn't even open the local newspaper without seeing his face plastered on it, lamenting his temporary break from the group's next comeback.

Frowning, you slam the kitchen cabinet door a bit harder than necessary. Why should you care? If anything, you should be gloating with this piece of information, that not everything was perfect in Gojo Satoru's idol career. Yet, a small part of you still worried. Was he eating alright? Did something happen to Suguru? Should you call Shoko?

The door chimes, startling you out of your thoughts. Your parents are back in the hospital undergoing another round of treatments but they could have came back early. Sighing, you walk over to the door, opening it without a second thought.

"Hi, what-"

In that moment, you feel several emotions. Regret, that you hadn't checked who it was before opening it. An odd blend of concern and fear; why had they come back, was something horribly wrong? Most overpoweringly, was the deep sense of anger that welled up inside of you, seeing both Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru standing on your doorstep.

"You're here," Sator- Gojo, breathes, crystalline blue eyes greedily drinking in the sight of you. He reaches for you, but you flinch back.

"What are you doing here?"

You're surprised to see that Gojo seems hurt by that statement. Sugu- Geto steps closer. "We wanted to see you."

"Oh, so a whim?" You can't help the harshness of your voice, or the way that your voice trembles ever so slightly. "Its been years, Geto. Five years since you left, and you come back now? What am I, just an afterthought? I already knew that but my god you're such an asshole."

"That's not what I'm saying," Geto sighs, and you want to throttle him. "We missed you so much, I can't even-"

You can't help but cut him off, fists clenched and hot tears pooling in your eyes. "You could have left a note. You could have left me an address, could have reached out once you settled in, anything!"

It's Gojo's turn to speak, hands fidgeting as if he wants to pull you close. "Our managers-"

"I don't care!"

A hush falls after your outburst, and you can't help the tears that slip down your cheeks. "Did I really mean that little to you? I would have left with you, I would have done anything for you, so don't you dare try to come up with an excuse. Don't try to tell me that your managers stopped you. I loved you." Your voice breaks. "How could you?"

Both men look ashamed. Geto is the first to speak. "We thought you would have moved away. We lost our original numbers, and Shoko refused to-"

Your eyes flash. "Don't try to blame Shoko for this. Unlike the two of you, she stayed with me."

Gojo flinches. "That's not fair. We didn't have a choice, why can't you see that?"

A sardonic laugh escapes your lips. "See what? All I see is the choice you made in leaving me behind."

"What happened to you?" Geto breathes, and you fight the urge to slap him. "You were so adamant that you would get out of this town."

"Well I can't," you hiss. "Not all of us can abandon their loved ones without a second thought."

Gojo's face looks like you've just shattered his world. "You never left?"

Something in the way he says that breaks something inside of you. "Mom and Dad have whatever Grandmother had," you tell them. You're not even sure why you're saying this, but there's a sick sense of pleasure in watching it start to sink in. "There's nobody else to help take care of them. Whenever she can, Shoko will try her best to stop by."

"You've been alone," Geto murmurs, horrified.

Venom fills your mouth. "I have been since I was sixteen, thanks for asking. You think I didn't notice that you two were together? You never even said anything to me and I still figured it out." Gojo's face pales but you plow forward. "It was always Satoru and Suguru, Gojo and Geto, but what about me? I was there too, wasn't I?" Blood drips down your palms; you're digging your nails in hard enough to cut. "You two forgot about me. You discarded me, left me behind. Did you really think so little of me? Did you really think I would treat you like everyone else in this town?" You can see the pain in Geto's eyes. "As if it wasn't enough, I had to see you everywhere. It's nice seeing how quickly both of you replaced me with other women."

Gojo calls your name but you shake your head, vision blurring. "Go fuck yourself, both of you. Don't talk to me. I wish you'd never come back." Whirling back inside, you slam the door, ignoring the frantic banging and shouts. As you sink to the floor, you finally allow yourself to sob, curled up against the solid wood doorframe. I thought it was over, you think miserably. But somehow it hurts more than the day they left.

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Clockwork was powerful, but he was far from almighty. Some paths could not be altered, some worlds were beyond saving, but this…

As he picked up his grandson’s broken body, the child’s clock began to spin.

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Ignoring the pendant around his neck for a moment, Bruce looked at the world frozen around him. The last thing he saw was that damned alley behind the movie theater, but now he was in the manor. As he tried to adjust, a hooded figure melted out of the too-bright walls.

“Your assumptions are correct, detective. This is the end, but I come bearing cold comfort.”

“Who are you?” Bruce asked, weary but ready to fight.

“Your friend Diana would call me Kronos, but your son, Daniel, once called me Clockwork, then grandpa,” said Clockwork. “You don’t have to trust me, but you’ve loved them both. I just want to cushion the blow.”

“Explain,” Bruce demanded.

“Very well, but let’s go to your family.”

Clockwork led the way down to the cave, and Bruce followed begrudgingly. Several of the bats were huddled around the computer, with a few getting ready to head out. The screens showed the energy from Bruce’s final jump, all the way in that damned alley.

“Are they safe like this?” Bruce asked.

”No,” said Clockwork, “but it will be painless. When I restart time, you’ll only have a minute to speak. That will not be enough to evacuate.”

“Why not give me the hope then?”

“Bruce, I have already done something incredibly cruel in the name of kindness. If I gave you anything else—if I lied that there was a way out—you would waste the gift.” Clockwork shrank down to a child. “Daniel will know what happened one day, and I don’t want his hatred to extend beyond a few centuries.”

“Wait, Danny will survive this?”

“And only Daniel can,” Clockwork confirmed. “Leaving will hurt, but only a new lifetime could begin to heal what he’d already suffered.”

Before he could ask, a portal opened to several screens, and he could feel his heart break as everything played out: Danny’s original world and his first parents’ betrayal. The way that both Drake twins would’ve been stillborn without the swap. The nuclear war when he killed Joker—

“I’m sorry that Darkseid’s pact with Nergal delayed your friends. The worlds without a laughing magician almost always face excessive magical interference.”

“Then why not place Danny somewhere safer to begin with?” Bruce growled. “Why hurt him like this when my son’s already been through so much!”

“A laughing magician cannot be anticipated by the divine, and I…” Clockwork aged into an old man. “Bruce, I was a terrible father, but my little warden has me wrapped around his finger. I couldn’t risk him being banished or bound in a deal before he could advocate for himself.”

Bruce wanted to hate him for it. He wanted to hate the paranoid logic that would break Danny’s heart again and again. He wanted to tell his son the truth and hold him through the tears. He wanted to soothe the hurt himself. He wanted to hide it so that Danny never felt the blow.

He wanted, like any good parent, to keep his son safe and happy.

“You and I are far too alike,” Clockwork said bitterly. “Thank you for loving him. Thank you for refusing to forgive me.”

“So what now?” Bruce asked.

“I’m taking everything Daniel needs to the new timeline. His records, his things, and even the few articles. He acted like a ghost in public, so we can just slip him in.”

“There will be gaps,” Bruce stated.

“I will help bridge them,” Clockwork promised.

“And he’ll know about us?”

“There is no timeline where I attempt to keep the truth from Daniel and avoid him devouring my core,” Clockwork said.

“That isn’t a yes.”

“Though I would not begrudge him his vengeance, such a thing would make Daniel hate himself.” Clockwork smirked as he matched Bruce’s age. “That counts more than my word.”

“And where is Danny?”

“He had a headache, so he’s fast asleep upstairs.” Clockwork’s gaze softened. “He’s going to wake up in a world where no one remembers him, but everyone he loves here is alive and well.”

“And you’ll show him this one day?”

“I promise. He will know as soon as it will not destroy him.”

Bruce took a shakey breath and walked until he was halfway between both groups. He hadn’t bothered dealing with the tears until now, but he wanted to see them. He wanted…

“Will any of us join him?” Bruce croaked.

Clockwork hesitated.

“Ectoplasmic ghosts form when the soul condenses under pressure. If I tell you the truth, either anguish or relief will damn you. I’m sorry.”

Bruce wanted to push, but just this once…

“Do it.”

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Shouldn't Have Said It

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: relationship angst, heartbreak, getting roofied at a bar by someone you trust

Summary: It's been a month since you and Bucky broke up, and it's been the hardest month of your life. In that time, you realize you never wanted to be apart from Bucky. You put your trust in the wrong person, and your entire life hangs in the balance.

Between Love and Hate Masterlist

Squares Filled: "told you so" (2023) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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You didn't know how hard this was going to be for you. You didn’t leave because you fell out of love with Bucky. You left because it breaks your heart when Bucky takes away life like he’s God or something. Could you get over it? Maybe. You shouldn’t have said what you said to him. Maybe there was room for improvement but you were so stricken with grief that you said exactly what you were feeling at that moment.

It’s been nearly a month since you and Bucky broke things off so why doesn’t it feel over with? You want nothing more than to go running back to him but it’s like you’re stuck between true love and your morals. Killing is wrong. Taking a human life is a crime. Bucky should be in jail for what he’s done. He’s the bad guy, so why do you dream of him every night? Your parents raised you to be good and to help where you can. They taught you to love and care for others. If they knew what you’ve been doing, they’d shun you for sure.

You’re scared your innocence will be stripped down to nothing if you continue to stay with Bucky. You have given him everything you possibly could. Is there anything left?

Gio noticed a change in not only your appearance but the fact that you don’t smile anymore. You’re not dressing in your usual style--flowing dresses, shorts, tanks, and all of them in bright colors. Now, you’re dressed in dark colors, jeans, and band t-shirts with your hair in a bun most days. Over the past moonth, you might have said maybe ten words to him and he’s been a gentleman and let you have the space you’re silently asking for.

Even when you and Bucky are broken up, he still finds ways to take care of you. He sent you a new verison of the car you had before so you’re not walking or taking public transportation, but you refuse to use it. That’s a pity car and you’re not taking any charity even though it’s nice and you really want to use it. It’s not going to help much but you got a job at the local hardware store where you can save up for a car on your own.

If you truly want to be done with Bucky, you can’t use anything he gives you. Yeah, keep telling yourself that. It’s so damn hard moving on because you’re still so damn in love with him.

When Gio sees you sitting alone at lunch, he decides it’s time to bring up whatever’s got you in a slum. He walks across the huge cafeteria and sits next to you. You barely look at him but he does hear you mutter his name.

“Going through a break up is never easy.”

You look up at hi with slightly red and puffy eyes.

“How did you know?”

“It doesn’t take a genius to fit the puzzle together. Bucky isn’t around anymore.” You sigh and look back down at your food. “I didn’t want tot say anything to give you space but it’s been a month. Come out drinking with me and some friends.”

“I don’t know…”

“It’s fifty cent wings at the bar on campus. They got an overshipment of chicken wings and need them to go out before they go bad. Come on, it’s one night.”

Maybe this will be good for you. You’ve been sitting in your apartment all alone looking at pictures of you and Bucky. You’re making yourself sad so going out might be the way to move on.

“Okay, just one night.”

“Can I pick you up?”

“Yeah. I’ll text you my address.”

“Cool,” he smiles. “You’re not going to regret it.” His energy makes you smile even if it’s small. “I made you smile, right? That’s progress.”

Gio gets up and leaves you alone. Gio would be so easy to be with but he’s not Bucky. He doesn’t give you the sense of danger and adventure you had when you were with Bucky. You watch him walk away, and as much as you try not to, you see Bucky walking away from you. Yeah, you might really need this night out or maybe you’re forcing yourself to get over Bucky when you know you don’t want to.

Oh, I don’t know what to do or think.

When you get home, you immediately start getting ready even though you have three hours to spare because if you don’t distract yourself, you’ll start to think about Bucky and cancel on Gio. You don’t dress fancy since you’re going to go to a campus bar but you at least try to put something nice on. Gio comes when he sayid he would, and you meet him in the parking lot. You’re not an idiot. Being with Bucky made you cautious with most things in your life. Gio is an amazing man but Bucky made you weary of anyone in your life.

“Wow,” Gio smiles.

“What?”

“You look beautiful.”

“It’s just jeans and a t-shirt,” you say shyly.

“Even better.”

It only takes ten minutes to get to the bar which is already lively with people. Gio meets up with his friends who welcome you in with open arms. There are already three boxes of wings on the table that are all half devoured with more on the way. Gio orders two beers and sits with you at the table when he grabs them. Football games are playing on all of the TV screens, people are playing darts and pool in teams, and everyone is having such a good time.

Why aren't you?

“So? How do you feel?” Gio asks and nudges your shoulder.

“This isn’t so bad, I guess,” you chuckle.

“Told you so. I’m glad I could convince you to come out.”

“Well, I figure I had my month to wallow. It’s time to move on.”

Are you saying that to Gio or yourself? Are you really ready to move on? Do you even want to? I don’t know what to think. My head is all jumbled and confused. You look at Gio with a small smile wishing you were here with Bucky instead. Actually, you wish you were back in Italy with Bucky. You had to put your entire life on hold when you were there, and you’d give anything to feel that way again.

“Your skills are getting better in class. No one can sew like you.”

“Thank you. My mother was a seamstress. She’s to thank for my love of designing.”

“What about your dad?”

“He’s an architect. I get designing from him as well. What about your parents?”

Gio clears his throat and looks down at his beer.

“My mom died when I was a baby. I don’t remember much about her except the stories I’ve heard.”

“I’m sorry. What about your dad?” you ask and sip your beer. Gio’s face immediately hardens into something that makes you uneasy. He spares you a glance and forces himself to relax but the anger is still there. “Are you okay?”

“My dad passed away a couple of weeks ago.”

“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” he shrugs. “I don’t really like to talk about it.” You nod in understanding when his eyes meet yours. There’s a dark anger in his eyes that he can’t hide. He sees how taken aback you are so he grabs your half-drank beer and his almost finished one. “Let me get you another drink.”

He’s gone before you can say anything. You sigh and look around the crowded bar in thought.

“You’re out on a date with that guy?” You snap your head up when you hear his voice. “Come home. I miss you.”

Bucky is sitting right next to you as if he’s really there. You look around in panic but when you look back at Bucky, he’s gone. Who were you kidding? You can’t do this. You’re an idiot if you thought you were ready to move on. Who are you kidding right now? You don’t want to move on. No, you don’t. You miss Bucky. You miss his touch after a long day and the way his rough hands run over your smooth skin. You miss his lips when they kiss all over your body. You miss his smile when you make him work for your attention. You miss his blue eyes and the way they darken when you put on that red little number he loves so much.

So what if he kills people, right? He’d kill for you. That shows how much he loves you, right? He’d do anything to protect you. He treats you like a Queen, and you’re an idiot to let him go. If only your parents could see you now.

Gio comes back with a different drink in his hands. Right. Gio. You want to go home. Will Bucky take you back after what you said to him? Can he find it in himself to love you again?

“Hey, listen, you’re great and super nice but I don’t think I’m ready for this. It’s not you. I’m just not ready.”

“No worries,” he smiles. He sets a red-colored drink on the table in front of you. “I got you your favorite drink. Let me just say bye to my friends and I’ll take you home.”

“Thank you.”

Gio leaves your side to do what he said he was going to do. You take the glass and down the alcohol easily. Gio comes back shortly and you get out of the booth to leave. However, when you take the first step, your legs immediately feel like jelly. Gio catches you before you go crashing to the ground, and you look away in embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry. This usually doesn’t happen. I’m not a lightweight.”

You and Bucky once had a drinking contest to see who could drink the most and you won. Despite how hard and dangerous he can be, he can’t handle his alcohol well.

“Come on, let’s get you to the car.”

Gio helps you to his car and inside the passenger side. Your headache is worse, your body feels completely numb, and your vision is starting to blur. What the hell happened? Gio gets behind the wheel and pulls away from the bar.

“I don’t feel so good,” you slur.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take you home. Just go to sleep.”

He makes a right onto the main road and drives down the dark and desolate road. The last thing on your mind before you succumb to the darkness is that in order to get to your apartment, he had to make a left, not a right.

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[hoe4sports]

“Your last name on my back”

Jenni Hermoso x Alexia Putellas x child reader

A/N: Jenni never left Barca.

Mamma had now stayed over for many nights. You couldn’t count well but probably more than 50. It felt like a forever sleepover. You didn’t understand why mamma had stayed over, but mami had tried to explain. You had seen mami and mamma kissing on the couch sometimes. Sometimes holding hands. Sometimes hugging. You understood that they loved each other. Yet, big words were hard, but you understood that you loved mamma.

Mamma that had always loved you back. That would always let you sit on her lap. That would always want to hold your hand. That would never refused to carry you. Not your tummy mummy, but mamma. Mamma’s name was Alexia. She had played football with mami for a few years. When your tummy mummy left in the middle of the night and Mami showed up to practice the next morning with a newborn looking terrified; Alexua was there. She was always there. She took care of Mami and she helped take care of you. She picked up the broken pieces and mended them back together one by one. One day at a time.

You were only little so you didn’t understand why mamma couldn’t take you to the doctors alone or why you couldn’t have her last name. You had Hermoso, and another strange last name. The other last name was cold, it felt like a frozen shoulder or like someone was taking your heart away. All the other little girls at football had two last names; one from their mom and one from their dad. One from each parent. One from each person that loved them. You however, only had one. Not one name, but one that loved you.

When the coach of your under 5’s had given you your first jersey a Saturday morning, you had teared up when another older girl read the names of your jersey to you. You didn’t like the first last name. You hated it, despised it. The first time you had heard it was when mami was on a phone call while you were supposed to be sleeping. She had talked to her brother, about wanting to change your name but your tummy mummy had refused even though she wasn’t a part of your life anymore. That’s why when you got your first jersey, the moment wasn’t filled with joy, pride or excitement. It was filled with as much rage as a 4 year old could body. Your little hands pulled the jersey off while they were shaking as tears were forming in your eyes. The pride of your first jersey being ripped away from you in an instant. You quickly blinked the tears away as you stood there with the jersey in your hands. The fabric of the jersey was just like mami’s jersey, but this jersey didn’t feel good. It felt like something you wanted to throw to the ground. Stomp on. Hit. Get rid of in an instant. “Y/N, you no like your jersey?” You coach said as he stood infront of you. You looked down, not daring to look him in his usual kind eyes. “It’s small” you murmur out as the best possible excuse even though as the youngest and smallest on the team, it definitely fitted you. “Ah, si, how about you just wear a vest yes? A pink vest?” He said as he held the pink neon colored vest infront of your eyes. You grabbed it quickly as you settled on wearing the familiar bright vest instead. Practice began and you quickly forgot about your jersey that didn’t feel like your jersey. The practice went on quickly and by the look of mamma’s face; you knew that she could sense that something was going on. It wasnt until one of the youth assistant coaches was helping you with controlling your ball that you noticed that your jersey was gone from the field. It made you happy, as you thought that it had disappeared and that you wouldn’t have to ever see it again. The practice ended and your team did your usual team hug and chant at the end. You ran off the field with the other little girls straight to Alexia who was sitting with the other parents. “Mamma!” You yelled as you ran into her arms. “I am so proud of you, you worked so hard today. Ready to go home and see mami?” Alexia said as her strong arms lifted you up from the ground. Mamma and mami never cared about people that said that you shouldn’t be carried or that you were too old. They knew that one day, you wouldn’t wanna be carried anymore and until that day came along: they refused to stop holding you close and keeping you safe.

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You were sitting at the kitchen table with Mami and Alexia having lunch. You were talking about how practice went and how hard you were working on your skills. Alexia joked that she had gotten it from her mamma, but all three of you knew that it wasn’t possible. It made you pout as you wanted to be mami and mamma’s baby so bad. You dropped your fork onto the table and frowned as you pouted. Your mami looked at you as she tilted her head. “So baby, we need to talk about what happened at practice today. I heard that you didn’t like your jersey, no? Why is that?” She spoke as she looked at you. Alexia rubbed Jenni’s back as support and you crossed your arms in anger. You shook your head, refusing to answer as your feelings were bottled up in your throat forming a big lump. «Princesa, we want to help you. Was the color wrong? Or was it the fabric?” Mami continued as she tried to get out of you what the issue with the jersey was. The anger made your head spin and your feet tickle. You wanted to throw a fit and scream and yell. You hated your last name. It reminded you of the person who abandoned you when you were a baby. Who suddenly decided that you weren’t important, that you weren’t wanted, that you were regretted. Your little heart was beating fast and your hands were shaking. You looked up at Mami as you shouted on the top of your lungs; “I don’t wanna be a Dias anymore, I wanna be a Putellas!”

You had hopped down from the chair and stormed to the bedroom as quickly as your tired feet would let you. You shut the door with a bang and twisted the lock on the door. Mami cursing herself for not removing it as she was supposed to. You stomped to your bed and grabbed your pillow and blanket before you made a spot inside your closet for you to decompress and hide. Your feelings felt so big, like your little frame couldn’t possibly fit it all inside your heart. You felt angry, scared, fragile and terrified that mami would eventually regret you as well. You didn’t wanna be a hard child. People would always say that you were delightful and easy going, and you were for the most. It was only this subject that had grown into a big knot in your stomach. Mami didn’t wanna hide your story from you in case you would read it somewhere or a kid would ask you about it. She wanted you to own your own story, so she had always made sure to tell you the story and give you age appropriate details. You pulled the closet doors closed as you closed your eyes feeling tired. You weren’t sure if it was because of practice or because of your big feelings. You wanted nothing more than to run to mami or mamma, be held, be told that she would take care of it, that it was okay, that she wasn’t upset or angry and that she loved you endlessly regardless of anything. You wanted mami to pick you up with her big warm strong arms and hold you close so you could feel her familiar scent. But you couldn’t let yourself. You wanted to be stubborn. To be a big girl. You sniffled as a tear rolled out of your eye as your tried to hold your bunny close.

Your polarbear was however in your bed so you made a bolt to grab your bear before coming back into your closet feeling like you wanted to hide away forever. You held the bear tight and had him pushed towards your chest as you sobbed. Eventually falling asleep tucked away in the closet.

You woke up to mami’s and mamma’s face towards you. You blinked a couple of times. Could it have been a bad dream? “Hola princesa” Mami said as she stroke your hair gently. The light was dimmed and you were sitting in mami’s arms in their bedroom. You could hear the sound of the television that was mounted on the wall infront of the bed buzzing. “Mami” you said as the feelings came crashing into you leaving you chocking out a cry. “Shh, mi amor, it’s okay, it’s just big feelings” Mami said as she held you closer one hand on your back and the other on your head pushing you into her chest like she did when you were a baby. “Everything will be okay, Mami will take care of it. Mamma told me what happened and if you don’t want to; you don’t have to tell me, si?” Mami said as she comforted you while you shut your eyes to keep the big feelings outside. “Mami?” You said so quietly that nobody should’ve been able to hear, but Mami always heard. Mami always knew. “Si, princesa?” She said as you wiggled lose from her grip and sat up infront of her. You looked at Mami, then at mamma and then at Mami again. “I don’t like my name” you muttered quietly expecting some sort of reaction. “Is that so? Why?” Mami said as she looked at you with a soft expression on her face not seeming angry or mad, just looking at you like you were her whole world. “The other kids, Mami..” you started as you felt tears pricking in your eyes and your voice started to break. “I wanna be like you, and mamma..” you continued as you took a big breath to sound out the last word you needed to complete the sentence. You looked at mamma. “I want your last name on my back, Mami. But I also want mamma’s. No dummy tummy mummy last name.” You said as your frowned and tears were escaping your blue icy eyes to run down your red blissed cheeks. “That’s okay princesa, I can talk to the coach.” Mami said as she pulled you into her arms again. “Princesa, you can have both our last names.” Mami said as you looked over at mamma. To your surprise, Alexia was smiling at you. You sniffled and smiled back before you launched yourself at mamma like a rocket trying to go to space. But just like mami, mamma always knew and she was prepared letting you close hugging you tight. “Pequena, we have got you a present” mamma whispered in your ear as your head shot up almost knocking mamma’s nose out in the move. “What is it?” You said as you could feel a spark of good feelings coming back into your body. Mami reached for a box next to her night stand and your eyes opened wide. The box was pink and glittery with a glittery golden bow on top. Mami sat it infront of you as mamma held you in her lap. You carefully tugged at the bow, causing the bow to loosen as you took the lid of the box. You pulled the item out as it revealed a jersey. A jersey just like the team had gotten this Saturday morning at practice. Your heart dropped for a second as you lowered the jersey until mami held it up for you to see. “Do you see the back princesa?” She said as you looked at the letters. It made you confused as you still were learning to read. “It says Hermoso-Putellas and it’s the same as mami’s number. 10” Mami is nr.10 in Barcelona. You felt all the bad feelings rushing to leave your little body as you wrapped an arm around each woman’s neck holding them tight. The two women eased closer to you and held you together closely. “We love you, Princesa. You can always tell us if something feels bad.” Mami finished as she kissed your cheek making you feel all bubbly and happy again. But the legal part of the name change? That’s a story for another day and it’s a long story.

[sixosix]

( a/n ) light angst, hurt/comfort, PROFANITY WARNING, guys im so sorry this is so short but its all im capable of rn

special mention TYSM @earthtooz for proofreading i owe u my soul

he’s always been a little sensitive to people caring for him. he’s used to taking care of others, to have his parents let him get away with everything, and he’s spent his life isolating himself from people who would see him past what he is but for who he is.

reo rolls his shoulder to shove your hand off of him, frowning at the wall. “you know me well enough already, don’t you? you know that i hate it when you get like this.”

“this isn’t good for you, reo. you’re destroying yourself,” you snarl, jabbing at his back. “i’m sick of seeing you like this. i’m not a babysitter, nor your therapist.”

“i’m not asking you to worry about me, am i?” he snaps, finally turning to meet your eyes.

anger boils in your chest, but you let it simmer with a few deep breaths. reo isn’t thinking properly right now, raving on and on about not working hard enough, and how he isn’t catching up. “there isn’t a professional boundary between us, i care for you because i love you. right now, when you say shit like that? i can barely give a fuck about you anymore.”

reo’s sharp scowl falters around the edges, giving way to confusion. “where are you going?” he demands when you make your way to the door.

“away,” you say, slipping your shoes on and refusing to look at him. “you said you need space, right? then i’ll give it to you. we’re over.”

“fine.” his tone is biting, but his voice sounds strange. “fine…”

he’s still lethargic, you tell yourself; he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, and he’ll regret it later. but he doesn’t stop you.

maybe if you were to glance back at him one last time, you’d see the broken expression on his face hitting him right after.

from the start, reo’s always been expecting you would leave him. everyone does that to him, anyway. even nagi, who he still considers his best friend. it was a little too good to be true with you, so he tells himself that this was bound to happen. that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt when it finally happens.

reo groans, shoving his face into his pillow. his friends snicker at his misery, so reo does what he needs to and flips them off with two hands. but as a groveling man with his face hidden by his sheets, it does not paint the intimidating picture he wanted.

“it hasn’t even been that long,” nagi remarks. he doesn’t spare reo a glance so unfortunately, he doesn’t get see reo flashing him with his middle finger.

“mmrgh,” reo says, still pressed against his bed.

isagi pats him on the shoulder, which doesn’t help anyone, but it’s the thought that counts.

“record him, record him, do it,” bachira says, clapping nagi on the back repeatedly, his strength enough to jostle him back and forth. obediently, nagi follows, pointing his phone camera right at a moping reo.

“day two without y/n,” nagi says to his future audience. “barely holding on.”

“i feel awful,” reo groans. “y/n blocked me.”

“do you regret what you said?” isagi asks.

“‘course i do,” reo hisses, offended that he would even ask that. “i was an asshole. y/n was right—y/n’s always right. i’m stupid.”

bachira snorts, “keep fighting, reo!” and barely manages to dodge the pillow thrown his way.

the camera pans back to reo, who’s looking red in the face, awfully pathetic. “fuck off. don’t post that. y/n’s gonna see it and make fun of me when we’re back again.”

nagi posts it anyway.

chigiri hums thoughtfully, waving a hand in front of your face. “you don’t look like you moved on to me.”

you splutter, shoving his phone back onto him. you feel your heart pound in your ears and with the way chigiri smiles knowingly, you almost wonder if he can hear it, too. “shut up! why did he say that? i hate him.”

“sure you do. say what?”

“‘when we’re back together again’ like he’s so sure about it,” you try to say it like you’re angry, but your expression resembles reo from that video. it doesn’t come out as you want it.

reo looks much better now. nagi says that reo religiously followed your advice right after and has been faring better, which is a real shame since you can’t even see it for yourself. he looks less pale and much brighter, but instead of the anger you last saw him with, he’s just become a carbon copy of a wet blanket.

“aren’t you?” chigiri watches the post again, just to torment you with your sniveling ex. “getting back together again, i mean.”

“i’m leaving.”

“yeah? and go where? reo’s bed?”

“i’ll strangle you!”

[the-broken-truth]

Yuu - Child of the Great Seven [1]: The Great Seven

Broken: Here are some critical points to remember - if there is anything I forgot o mention or you are confused, please ask me and I shall explain:

Yuu is the biological child of the Great Seven. Their creation involved the combination of the seven powerful magics into a single vessel made of flesh. To ensure a remotely normal life, Yuu was sent to live in a human realm. However, Yuu's parents would occasionally visit the mortal world, and as such, Yuu has knowledge of their true origin.

Yuu has magic, very powerful magic, however they refuse to use it in order to keep their identity hidden and protect the ones they value. In order to suppress their vast magic, Yuu wears a Sealing Stone in a ring they constantly wear; making it seem as if they are magicless. This is why Leona couldn't smell Yuu's Magic; the ring was blocking it.

Yuu has 4 Mothers (The Queen of Hearts, The Sea Witch, The Fairiest Queen, and The Thorn Fairy) & 3 Fathers (The King of Beasts, The Sorcerer of the Sands, and the King of the Underworld).

All of Yuu's Parents are loving & doting but they tend to be very overprotective of their one and only child; the King of Beasts & The Thorn Fairy are the most protective. They also have Human Forms to prevent tearing the fabric of reality by their mere presence.

Yuu shall be referred to by the [They/Them/Their] Pronouns; use your imagination to make the perfect Yuu for this situation.

In this AU - Malleus is related to the Thorn Fairy. The Thorn Fairy is Malleus' Grandmother, thus making Yuu - as the Thorn Fairy's [Son/Daughter] - Malleus' [Aunt/Uncle]. Yeah. I'm going there.

[Night Raven College - Lunchtime - Cafeteria]

[Dorm Wardens: Azul, Riddle, Leona, Malleus, Jamil (Hes a Vice -Dorm Warden & More Familiar with Yuu), and Vil]

[Everything seems to be going smoothly for the Dorm Wardens of Night Raven College, however, everyone seems to notice that the Prefect of The Ramshackle Dorm, Yuu, seems to be on edge and rather nervous about something. The Dorm Wardens decide to speak to Yuu during Lunch and try to get something out of them. While Yuu is looking at their phone while sitting at their favorite table after eating their lunch while Grim munches on Tuna when they find themselves surrounded by the Dorm Wardens.]

Yuu (Locks their phone and places it in their pocket while looking at the Dorm Wardens surrounding their table): Hmmm... Hello.

Malleus (Folding his arms): Child of Man, we have gathered together in order to question you as to why you appear to be so nervous these past few days.

Yuu (Swallows nervously): Nervous? I don't know what you are talking about...

Leona (Points at Yuu with one hand whole the other hand rests on his hip - like the sassy prince he is): Don't even try to spout that crap, Herbivore. You've been zoning out during coverstations, not focusing in class, while neglecting your sleep and eating; two of those things are things people expect from me, but from the Prefect of Ramshackle.

Riddle: As much as I hate to, I agree with Kingscholar. You have ben acting strange and this is very unbecoming of you. As Dorm Warden of Heartslabyul & your friend, I am calling upon the Card of Friendship to force you to spill your guts about what you are hiding or you shall be placed on trial.

Yuu (Exhales): You guys are not going to let this go, are you?

Dorm Wardens + Jamil (In Unison): No, now spill your guts!

Yuu (Inhales through their nose then exhales through their mouth): Alright, I'll tell the truth. The truth is... My Parents are coing to visit me today.

[The Dorm Wardens (+ Jami) look rather confused by Yuu's Words as the Prefect ran their hand through their shot black hair with a deep exhale.]

Malleus: Child of Man, you are aware that your human parents would not be able to travel to our world, correct? How would they come to visit you? Even if it were possible, why would you be so on edge about their visit?

Yuu: Well... I wasn't completely honest about my lineage and where I came from; I am from the Human World, that's where I grew up, however hat is not where I was bor. As for my parents, I' normally happy to see them, but I didn't want them to come here beacuse I didn't want you guys to look at me differenty by knowing who my parents really are.

Vil (Waving his hand dismissively): First Potato, you are worried about nothing. We do not judge people based on their lineage. Besides, you have done so much for Night raen College, what would make you think we would treat you any differently by learning who your parents are?

Yuu: You see, My Parents are really...

[Yuu is cut off by a lightning stike crashes into the ground outside the front of Night rane College and was soon followed by a Lion's Roar so loud that it shook the entire foundation of the college, making the students cower in fear while Yuu hung their head low.]

Malleus (Looks around with shock as the building stops shaking): What in the name of the Thorn Fairy was that?!

Leona: I don't know! Whatever that roar was, it shook the how fucking school; it's stronger than the Kings Roar!

Riddle: It came from in front of the school! We need to investigate! Yuu, remain here where it is safe!

[The Dorm Wardens (+Jamil) run out of the cafeteria to investiagte teh sound of this noise while Yuu slowly gets out of their chair and follows after them at a much slower pace while Grim rides their shoulder.]

Yuu (Thinking): 'Damn it, Guys...'

[The Dorm Wardens (+Jamil) arrived at the front of Night Raen College and their eyes widen at the sight of the strangers standing before them as they instanlty fall to htier hands and kneels, inflicted by the Magic Pressure of the Aura of the Stangers. Standing before them were the Great Seven in Human Form. The Dorm Wardens (+Jamil) are too fearful to speak outright but they are all wondering the same thing: Why are the Great Seven here and what could they want?]

King of Beasts (Standing there with folded arms while glaring at the students before him with a displeased look on his face): They did not answer my call. Just who are these children before us?

Queen of Hearts: They would happen to be the Dorm Wardens of this college - The Leaders of their Respected Houses.

Socerer of the Sands (Points his staff at Jamil): He hails from the House of Scarabia but he doesn't hold the title of House Warden, he is mere a Vice Dorm Warden.

King of Beasts: I care not about them, I came here for one person and they are not here; I'm going to call them again.

Thorn Fairy: King of Beasts, your roar shook the very foundation of this school; what if your second roar were to distablize something and they were to get injured?

King of Beasts (Scoffs): You underestimate and coddle them too much, Thorn Fairy; mere rubble with not injure them. I am calling them again. (Inhales to roar again)

Yuu: No need. (Walking out of the building with on hand on their pocket and a shaking Grim on their shoulder) I heard you the first time and I was on my way here.

Leona (Pushing through his shaking fear): H... Herbivore , what are you doing here?! Get back in the school! It's not safe for you here!

King of Beasts (Looks at Yuu as a smirk appears across his face): There you are... Judgement has come for you! Challenge begins now!

[The Dorm Wardens (+Jamil) watch in horror as the King of Beasts jumps over them and charges at Yuu with his fists reeled back; he was going to attack them!]

Leona: HERBIVORE!

Malleus: CHILD OF MAN!

Riddle: YUU!!!

[The King of Beasts reach Yuu and throws his fist out towards there face, but everyone is shocked to see Yuu dodge his attack. The King of Beast and Yuu seem to dance around each other attacking and doging each others' attack but the Dorm Wardens (+Jamil) are utterly confused; how can a Magicless Student stand up and holding their own against One of the Great Seven?!]

[The bout comes to an end when Yuu manages to punch the King of Beasts in his stomach with great strength, knocking the wind out of his lungs before jumping in air to reach his head.]

Yuu: What did I say about subltety?! (Roundhouse kicks the King of Beasts in his head)

[Everyone watches as the King of Beasts goes flying across the field before crashing into the fountain, shattering it into pieces.]

Thorn Fairy (Walks over to Yuu as they look at the King of Beasts in the destroyed fountain): Well done, My Dear. It's good to see that you have not nelgected your training.

Yuu (Dusting off their clothes): Thank you, Mother.

Dorm Wardens (+Jamil): MOTHER?!

King of the Underworld (Smiles): Yuu, aren't you going to introduce us to your friends? It would seem that you haven't told them about us and they looked rather confused as to what just happened.

Yuu (Sctaching the back of their head with a nervous blush on their face): I guess I have no choice in the matter now. (Looks at the Dorm Wardens while gesturing to the Great Seven): Friends, I would like for you to meet my parents: The Great Seven.

Dorm Wardens (+Jamil): WHAT?!

[END]

[strawhbrrries]

Lose Control, i.

pairing: tattoo artist!frank castle x afab!reader

summary: you learn your tattoo artist, who also happens to be the person you love the most, is equally as in love with you but you can't deal with the repercussions of his past.

warnings: female pronouns, mentions of female masturbation, , mutual pining but they're both idiots, , tattooed frank with long hair!!, no use of y/n or descriptions of reader, not proofread

word count: 1k words

authors note: i would like to thank teddy swims for the muse to write again, please enjoy!

song to listen to while reading: lose control by teddy swims

find the masterlist here! read the next part here!

The sun peeked through the curtains, illuminating the chest of the man in the bed next to you. His face was turned away from you, but you knew from the way he was sleeping and the scent on your pillow exactly who it was. Frank Castle. You didn’t remember much about last night but you did remember you had places to be, and so did he.

“Frankie, wake up.” You shook him gently, smiling softly at the hairs plastered to his forehead and the smile he always adorned when he realized it was you. 

“What time is it?” He grumbled, rubbing his eyes and sitting up slowly, reaching around the end table for his phone. 

“Late, c’mon we gotta go.” 

You threw his shirt at him, hurriedly putting your own clothes on to make it to lunch with your mom on time. If it was up to her, she’d have invited Frank too, but it wasn’t. She pointed out one time that most friends don’t sleep in a bed together five days out of the week when they both have places to live, and every time you woke up next to him it was the only thing on your mind. 

Frank was an attractive man, anyone with eyes could see that, and the what if was always there. But, he had a reputation. As did many other tattoo artists who were too attractive for their own good. You refused to be another notch in his belt, a one and done, someone he’d forget the second he came. In order for any of those things to be true, he had to be playing the long game, and you weren’t going to find out. No matter how many times you woke up with damp underwear from wet dreams of him, or the amount of times you caught yourself squeezing your thighs together when he was around.

“Where’s Frankie?” Was the first thing your mom asked when you arrived at the small cafe she had picked for lunch, you were convinced she’d rather have him as a child than you.

“He wasn’t invited to our mother-daughter lunch, momma.” You rolled your eyes playfully, giving her a warm hug and sitting opposite of her.

“Did he sleep with you?” She asked, nonchalantly, no doubt just trying to pry and see if you’d given in to his advances yet.

“Yes, and no we did not have sex. Premarital sex is a sin, momma.” 

“You’re the phoneist christian I've ever met. I just don’t get it, both of you have feelings for each other. Just go out?” She took a sip of the tea in front of her, never breaking eye contact with you as you considered her words.

“You must hate me, I’m not getting my heart broken by some guy who could have any woman he wanted.” You shrugged, playing with the straw in the drink she had ordered for you.

“Men who plan on breaking a woman’s heart don’t typically live with them, or have relationships with their parents, or give them free expensive tattoos, or take them to the hospital when they’re too stubborn to go. I could keep going, honey.” 

A part of you knew she was right, but the other, much bigger, part of you couldn’t help but let go of the anxiety that played in the back of your mind every time the thought of dating him came up. You’d rather shoot yourself in the foot than trust a man, even if this one had never done anything to make you doubt him or his words. 

Frank Castle was one of the sweetest men you’d ever met, even if he looked big, bad and scary. He was covered in tattoos, head to toe, that he’d done probably seventy-five percent of, but you felt so incredibly safe with him. He was the one to take you to the hospital when your appendix burst and you swore it was just really bad pms, he argued that he’d been there for enough of your periods to know it wasn’t pms and you argued back that you lived through more periods than he had. He didn’t record you when you were high off the anesthesia because he knew your  biggest fear was saying something you would regret and then everyone seeing it.

He was the sweetest man you’d ever met.

But the reputation he accumulated before the two of you met haunted him every day, he’d take it all back if he could. If it would convince you that giving him a chance was worth the risk, to just know for sure you craved him how he craved you. He gladly took the slivers of your life that you allowed him to have, seared them in the back of his mind and vowed to never forget just in case you took it all away. 

Three years ago you sat in his chair, nervous and unable to make eye contact with him, for your very first tattoo. Now you were littered in tattoos, all done by him, and he couldn’t be prouder. It was his own personal way of marking what was his, and it seemed to work because you hadn’t had a boyfriend since you met him. Frank beams with pride when he tells everyone you had a boyfriend at your first appointment and then showed up to your next one single, he tells everyone it was because of his ‘devilishly good looks’ but the thing he doesn’t know? He was right.

You left that appointment wetter than you’d ever been in your life, you’d had a boyfriend for a year and a half and he never even got you a fraction that turned on. You took the coldest shower of your life, trying to rid yourself of the impure thoughts of him only to fail and spend the rest of your shower desperately chasing a high you knew he’d be able to give you. You broke up with your boyfriend that same night.

[brokenpieces-72]

Hear me out. I can just tell that Johnny would be a great father given how he treated Spirit before he became the older brother.

Now here's where I'm going with this. Johnny finds baby kitsune in the rubble, the aftermath of a battle. And adopts the kitsune, because he could leave the poor little fox at an orphanage.

Thank you and have a great day.

Note: This takes place in the later future so by this point Spirit is older and a proper sergeant. Sadly Horangi and Konig aren't on the same base anymore, but still keep in touch.

Kit

TW: parental death, abusive parents, mentions of child abuse and endangerment

Johnny sniffed the site thoroughly swearing there was something in the rubble. Spirit was searching herself, keeping her ears alert to the faintest of noises. Both of their ears perked hearing the sound of crying. They rushed to the sound, Johnny finding the spot with his nose. Spirit shifted immediately, getting rid of the rubble efficiently. Johnny howled to alert the search and rescue teams. As soon as Spirit saw signs of limbs under support beams her heart sank. Her ears could only detect one heart beat. The wendigo lifted the beams, revealing a sad sight.

Two parents were curled and covering their little one who was crying and trembling. Johnny and Spirit stared, wide eyed. The team extracted the parents, but they had to move quick. The rubble was starting to crumble above Spirit. Johnny shifted to his half form, picking up the little one and getting out of the way. Spirit dropped the rubble while the team tended to the parents. It wasn’t looking good as Johnny returned to human form staring off. The one thing he hated about the job was knowing how many families ended up damaged if not broken. Spirit returned to human form, taking initiative to try and revive the parents.

You clung to Johnny, still sobbing, and gripping the shredded remains of his clothes. Johnny stared with little hope as Spirit did a quick assessment of the parents. Nothing was starting their hearts. He watched from a short distance holding you to his breast as Spirit looked between the parents, checking their pulses. Johnny knew the look Spirit gave him when she looked up. Johnny held you as still as possible while she came over to give you a quick check up.

Both spirit and Johnny hadn’t had much a chance to look over you. They’d met fox hybrids before but you special. Thankfully you were also okay but they had plenty of questions. One of your parents was a fox hybrid but not you. You had fox ears and a fox tail. You had nine tails in fact.

As Spirit put her stethoscope to your chest she tried to hush you. It wouldn’t be easy especially since you’d just had maybe the most traumatizing experience some your age could have. Johnny tried to hush you as well.

“Put them closer to your heart.” Spirit urged. Johnny snapped back to reality hearing his sister say that.

“What?” Johnny said. Spirit didn’t bother explaining, instead, helped Johnny carefully adjust his arms and you, so your little fox ears could detect his heart beat. Your soft ears flicked, tickling his chest, as they picked up on Johnny’s steady beat. It didn’t take much for your body to relax as your sobs subsided. There were still some tears but you settled better.

“The parents?” Johnny asked softly. Spirit shook her head.

“Sorry sir. ‘Fraid they didna make it.” Spirit reported.

“Right, have em taken back to base. We need to contact next of kin for this wee one.”

“Like me to take em?” Spirit offered. Johnny tried to give you to his younger sister but you tried to take the remains of his shirt with you.

“I think someone’s attached.” Johnny said.

You were shown your parents. You tried to wake them up, with Johnny taking you to them. You refused to let go of him since arriving to the base until you saw your parents. You whimpered, wanting them to wake up, with Spirit and Johnny nearby. Johnny never thought something like this could break him, especially when your wet eyes landed on his.

“Up?” You asked. Johnny hated this part, but what made it worse is you couldn’t more than a year old. Johnny shook his head, sadly.

“You can say good bye still.” Spirit said, trying to offer some comfort. You looked at them, got down to hug each of them. Johnny put a hand on his sister’s shoulder, seeing her struggle with the scene as well. You gave them both a bye-bye, sniffling, tears running down your face.

You went back to Johnny, putting your hands up for uppies. At this point Johnny wasn’t going to let you face something like this alone, even with Spirit taking charge. He picked you up and took you to Spirit’s office where she tried to get more information about your family. It would take time but next of kin would be found one way or another.

When you’re put down to rest, you don’t rest. Instead you find Johnny at a table playing poker. Johnny picks up your scent and turns to see you out of bed with the other’s taking notice. You get a little scared and hide behind the doorway, you little ears twitching.

“You’re supposed to be in bed.” Johnny said.

“This the one you found in the rubble?” You heard a gravelly voice say. There’s some quiet encouragement for a mask to be removed as Johnny gets up from the table, and takes you back to your room, laying you down. There’s still a sad expression.

“Try to sleep okay?” He said. It couldn’t be easy for someone so young. Johnny got up to leave but not before making sure your eyes were closed. That doesn’t stop you though as you make your way back to the rec room, with Spirit just joining the game herself.

“Uh Johnny, ya have a shadow.” She pointed out. Johnny looked back and is impressed you got out again. Once again he took you to your room and made sure you closed your eyes. This time he waited a bit but he also had a good hand to get back to so he didn’t wait for long. Nor did you, following him back to the table. Spirit noticed you just as Johnny was apologizing for needing to leave. She can’t help but smile at your determination, and started to laugh a little when Johnny noticed you again.

“Really?” Johnny asked you, while your tails just swayed behind you.

“Johnny they’re not going to sleep any time soon.” Spirit told him, getting up this time. You let her pick you up and she sat next to Johnny who played his hand. How Gaz got a royal flush again was bs as he groaned. You reached for Johnny in Spirit’s arms. She tried to keep you in her lap but you wanted Johnny.

“Johnny I’m sorry do you mind?” Spirit asked. Of course he didn’t. You sat in his lap very nicely and smiled down at you, with you looking up.

“Hello little bugger.” He said, making you giggle. God those ears were so cute! The cards were dealt again and Johnny checked his hand. Not great. You looked at the cards yourself. A ten, a queen, an eight and a five. Be lucky to get a pair. Getting rid of the queen and five might get him somewhere but the odds weren’t great. You pointed to his cards and Johnny moved them closer. “What should I get rid of?”

You actually pointed to the cards which caught him off guard. Okay the five and the eight then. Not a lot riding on it anyways. He laid down the cards and got dealt new one. Holy shit… no fucking way.

“In or out sunshine?” The dragon said.

“I’m in.” He said. When it was time to reveal he had a king, Jack, Queen and a ten. Next round he let you choose again, and you got him another good hand. How did that happen? After the third one she shook his head. He also got called out on it, with them thinking he was cheating. Instead he focused on you, noticing you start to nod off. He put your head to his heart again and the steady rhythm lulled you to sleep.

“Looking like a proper father.” Gaz commented seeing his fellow sergeant holding you.

“Don’t joke about that.” Johnny told him.

“No I see it to.” Spirit added. “They haven’t let go of you since coming here.”

“Yeah… it’s gonna hurt when their family comes to get them.” Johnny said. By the end of the night he carried you to your bed and laid you down, fast asleep. You were so small. So precious. Simon came up behind him looking over Johnny’s soldier.

“Cute eh?” Johnny said.

“Hm.” Simon said.

It’s maybe a week or so yet that you spend time with Johnny. Everywhere he goes you’re nearby. Spirit is close by as well if only to keep you from getting into mischief.

Johnny gives you uppies and you show him your drawings, and the things you find. It could be a cool rock or a feather or even a stick. Soap is there to sit and hear you talk about whatever you have to say about it. Honestly he just wants you to feel comfortable and safe. He can’t help but take a liking to you.

At one point while he was sitting down at a briefing you found yourself wandering inside. Johnny was next to Alejandro, both of their tails swaying at rest. You were mesmerized by the patterns on Alejandro’s and you knew how fluffy Johnny’s was. You reached up and grabbed the nagual tail, which made him jump mid explaination from Price.

“Que?!” Alejandro shouted before turning to see who the culprit was. You looked up at him with bright eyes and Johnny followed suit.

“How the hell did ya get in here?” Johnny asked, kind of impressed. No one heard you come in. You were a little startled by Alejandro and hurried over to clutch at Johnny’s tail. Johnny picked you up sighing.

“Ya can’t be sneaking up on people like that.” Johnny told you. You tried to ignore him, but he made sure you listened. “Aye, look at me. Look at me. You can’t be doing that. Don’t go grabbing tails that aren’t yours unless we say so? Got that?”

You nodded, learning your lesson. Price folded his arms, still impressed with what he was seeing. Not just the very sneaky one year old but Soap acting like a father. Johnny took notice of his captain’s attention.

“Sorry Sir.” He said you were sat in his lap. Price just continued to stare debating whether to keep going or have you taken out of the room. Just in case Johnny covered your ears so you couldn’t hear any secrets. Price just shrugged and rolled his eyes continuing with the briefing.

After that Alejandro did let you play with his tail but you always, always had to ask first. Spirit also made sure to take over the guardianship when Johnny needed to be in a meeting which you complied with. You understood that sometimes Johnny was busy or needed some time for himself. When Johnny did arrive to come see you, you would stop whatever you were doing and run straight to his leg, hugging him. Spirit couldn’t help but smile, seeing her brother act so much like a father.

Johnny introduced you to Simon. You hid at first, the mask and his aura making him very scary. Since you were young, Simon sat down on the floor and took the mask off for you. Your head tilted seeing all of the scars. You got up from Johnny’s lap and stepped over to him reaching for his face. He lowered his head to let you touch him. Your little finger traced the lines freely.

Your tails swayed as you smiled at him. Your arms went around his neck and he looked at Johnny who was trying not to die from adorable you were. Simon had a feeling he knew where this was going. He didn’t hate the idea, but he knew what it could mean. Not a bad thing. Not one bit.

Then you looked back at Johnny and pointed to him, looking at Simon expectantly. “Who’s that?”

“Soup.” You said. Johnny snickered at your attempt at his call sign but thought it was adorable. Simon then asked you what his name was. “Gust.”

Gaz stepped in to retrieve Ghost and Soap and you pointed at him and said, “Gas.”

“Nice try Kit.” Gaz told you. “Soup and gust, Bunny needs to talk to you.”

“I have good news and mostly bad news.” Spirit reported. Gaz was left with you to play with and Rudy was letting the cadejos out. The white one actually let you ride on its back.

“Why do I hate this already.” Simon sighed.

“Good news is, we’ve located Kit’s next of kin.” Spirit explained. There were strings attached and Johnny just let her continue. “Except they’re barred from adopting them.”

“Barred?” Johnny asked.

“I did a little research and Kitsunes hybrids are known for good fortune if not be associated with it. Their next of kin used to have some gambling issues, and are working on getting things set up to get custody over Kit.”

“Okay but that’s a good thing.” Johnny pointed out.

“Except it means that Kit either won’t have anyone to go to if they fail, and will be sent to an orphanage. Problem is sometimes fox hybrids are mistreated, and I can only imagine what would happen to a kitsune.” Spirit continued.

“What about the program?” Simon asked.

“Those programs aren’t exactly ideal, I know first hand.” Spirit reminded him. “To top it off, they’re meant for young adults and teenagers they can’t and won’t take a kid as young as Kit.”

“What does that leave us with?” Johnny asked.

“Not a lot.” Spirit sighed. It wasn’t the first time she’d had to make hard decisions like this but it was proving to be one of the hardest. “How are they coping?”

“Well enough.” Johnny assured her. With not much else to say Simon gave Spirit and Soap some time together. They didn’t get to see each other as much since she joined search and rescue. Johnny could tell his sister was upset as well. He pulled up a chair next to hers while she got to work on more research, looking for somewhere you could be placed safely.

“Aye pup… you’re doing your best.” Johnny told her.

“They’re just so young though. Lost their parents and now they’re on a base having to learn and grow so much faster.” Spirit said, getting choked up. Johnny hugged his sister, knowing how she felt.

You were learning more phrases and words as you continued to spend time with the other members of the task force. Some names you could pronounce no problem like Rudy and bunny. Others were easy enough for the others to understand like Soup, Gust, and Gas. Johnny’s favourite is when you see Price because you try so hard. You either say “day-gone” or just go “RAWR” while trying to impersonate a dragon. Price also finds it precious cause you’ll try to scare him with it.

During a full moon Simon took you out to see Johnny shift completely. He had a bit more control by now so the wolf approached you. Simon helped you get comfortable with Johnny, letting you pet him. You shied away a few times but gave a big smile. Johnny's wolf laid down for you and Simon let you approach on your own. He licked your face making you giggle. "Puppy!"

You shifted yourself, showing off your own tricks. Johnny isn't surprised, he sort of expected you could be a shifter. He touched his nose to yours and once you got his scent you started hopping around him. You definitely deserve a family of your own but what concerned him the most was the aftermath. Ear muffs, closed doors and quick showers kept you in the dark to the bad stuff on base.

You're a kid though. You don't deserve to deal with adult shit yet. He moved closer, when you started to climb on Johnny, not wanting you to fall off. You turned back into a human and scooted yourself closer to Johnny's head, before laying down and wrapping your arms around his neck. You ended up falling asleep on top of him.

"It's not a good idea to send the kid over here anyway." Horangi pointed out. Spirit looked up from her papers to the video call on the laptop. She'd contacted Horangi, hoping he may be able to point her in a good direction. That and to say hi to König. Sadly there was more to be worried about then finding some place to take you in until your next of kin could reapply for custody.

"How do you mean?" Spirit asked.

"There's a reason Kitsune hybrids are relatively rare. In countries like China and Japan they are considered morally ambiguous, but in Korea they are highly considered evil. They're often the last to be adopted from what I've heard, if they're adopted at all. Some might even go too far." Horangi explained, not wanting to elaborate, not that he needed too. Spirit sighed, disheartened. Spirit checked her mug to see if there was anything in it for the fifth or tenth time, and was yet again disappointed. "Sorry kid, I know it doesn't really help."

"No it does. It tells me where not to send them." Spirit said, crossing out every shelter and orphanage in Korea on her list.

"I need to head out, Leo wants to do some sparring tonight." Horangi said, stretching in his chair.

"Oh is that all?" Spirit teased. Horangi smug grin told her exactly what kind of sparring those two would be up to. "Good night."

Spirit sat back and flipped through the pages listing the the systems and charities she had contacted and researched. She rubbed her eyes just as Price stepped inside.

"Sergeant how long have you been in here?" Price asked, concern in his voice.

"Too long and with many hours to go." Spirit said. Price came over, and noticed the empty mug wondering how long it had been since a refill. He should've guessed she would take something like this personally. Hell, she took almost every case personally when it came to relocating little ones. This case just hit a little closer to home.

"Sergeant, report to the mess hall, you need to eat something. After that take a rest. The will is being reviewed to find god parents, and that little minx isn't going anywhere." Price said. Spirit nodded, her eyes drifting closed as he spoke. Price offered her his arm to lead her there.

"Kit? Kit!" Johnny called, but tried to keep his voice down. He looked away for one minute and suddenly you vanished! If he couldn't find you, Spirit would kill him. Hell, he was giving himself grief for losing you.

Out of the corner he notices some familiar tails behind a crate. Oh thank goodness. He came over and looked behind the crate. Then POOF! Gone. Johnny's brain needs a minute to realize what happened. Definitely should have read the file on Kistunes. Okay, so he had to follow your scent then. That he could do.

Johnny was led out to the hallway, following your scent. You had to be somewhere. Of course your scent would lead him to his little sister though. Johnny went very quiet as Spirit stared him down. She didn't say anything but looked at him expectantly. "Pup I can expla-"

"Johnny?" Spirit said. Johnny turned and saw his sister, exhausted and Price next to her. Wait... how was she there? She was right in front of him. Johnny looked back and instead of his sister he found you, with a big proud grin on your face. That explained why Spirit didn't quite smell like herself.

"Got you got you!" You chimed as Johnny scooped you up.

"Yeah ya did ya rascal." Johnny teased, tickling your belly. Spirit and Price watched as Johnny gave you a small talk about being more careful when using your abilities. He doesn't want you getting into stuff you shouldn't. Spirit was certainly more at ease, knowing that at the very least you were in good hands. Before leaving for the mess hall, she gave Johnny the kitsune file.

You'd been there for maybe a month or so now. No god parents but the next of kin got enough yellow tape cut to get custody. Johnny should be relieved, and he was, but it was sad to see you go. It didn't stop him from spending plenty of time with you. Actually most of the team does when they can. Alejandro lets you play with his tail while going pver paperwork and the white cadejo doesn't mind horsey rides. You would ask Gaz for uppies when he was holding you, which meant you wanted to fly. No more than maybe three feet. Price gave in to your scare attempts to humour you. You made Ghost a new mask, which he only wore on base. Spirit looked after you anytime Johnny couldn't, and took you on small hikes and exploring the surrounding environment.

You're told in advance, a few times so then it won't be too much of a shock. The first time you were told you hugged Johnny and said "dada". Spirit couldn't remember the last time she'd seen a hurt smile on her brother's face. “Nah. Not dada. If you want though I’ll come visit ya.”

By this point Spirit had made sure you had some clothes, and a few things of your own to take with you the same as she had. Johnny came to help pack your things and you give him a small plushie you were found with. Johnny put it in your pack and you took it out, holding it up to him. Johnny tried to refuse, but you started to make a fuss. It would be nice to have something close for himself. Something to remember you by. He ruffled your hair thanking you for it.

“Johnny?” Spirit said poking her head in. Johnny’s smile held strong, despite knowing what was coming next. You knew as well. You had to say good bye but you didn’t want to. Johnny was adamant on trying to kick and scream your way out of it though. Instead you tugged the hand still on your head and tried to dragged him with you. Your feet just skidded across the floor, while Johnny rolled his eyes.

"Alright," Johnny said, standing up, "I'll come see ya off."

Johnny held your hand and carried the little back pack of your stuff. The little toy was riding in his pocket. You walked outside with him, wanting to stop a few times. You didn't want to say good bye. You do a couple times, trying to go back to the base. Johnny reminded you that everything would be fine, and that he would still come visit when he could. This wasn't good bye forever. There are tears, but you continue on, following Spirit to your new guardians.

When you got outside Spirit spoke with two adults, claiming to be your aunt and uncle. The two people looked familiar but something wasn't right. Johnny gave them the bag with your things in it. Then he noticed something odd. You were squeezing his hand, tightly. When he looked down at you, you were staring at the two strangers who were getting a briefing of the details from Spirit. They were trying to move her along, nodding and trying to get her to cut to the chase. Spirit kept glancing over at you, interrupting herself as she tried to get her points out to the guardians. These two were familiar, but not in a good way. You remembered shouting, but not much else. A few flashes of your parents getting into a fight with them.

"It's all...um..." Spirit finally looked at you and saw your wide eyes, about to hand over the file containing your information. Johnny was tensed as well, not liking how the interaction was going. Suddenly the file was taken from Spirit's hand, before she could give it to them.

"Come on sweetie, let's take you home now." The woman said. She reached for your hand but you shook your head. "I know you don't want to say good bye, but they have work to do. Now let's go."

You barked at the woman, ears flattening and your tails are up and straight. You were bearing your fangs too. Despite her initial surprise the woman maintained her sweet facade. "Sweetie I know it's hard but-"

"This is getting silly, y/n, come. We shouldn't be bothering these people anymore." The male said, his voice more firm. You growled at him, and when the woman tried to reach for you, you snap at her hand. Her partner didn't like that, storming over. "Y/N! You don't bite people! Especially your aunt!"

The man took your arm by force, wrenching it out of Johnny, who only let go to not hurt you. Your 'uncle' had a tight grip, but Johnny's was tighter. Johnny got hold of your uncle's arm, and didn't hesitate to squeeze, staring him down. Johnny spoke slowly. "Let. Go. Now."

The man did, and so did Johnny while the woman tried to plead with you to go with them nicely, her words turning colder and her tone, more frantic. Spirit wasn't having it, and her suspicions about your elevated heart rate were proven true when you hid behind Johnny's leg. Johnny picked you up, and you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, while the two humans started to make frantic excuses. Spirit asked them to come inside the base, requesting them to look over the custody papers to ensure everything was signed correctly. Johnny was grateful for you looking away, because when they tried to weasel their way out of going inside, Spirit lifted her poncho just enough to show her side arm.

The humans were in fact your aunt and uncle, but it turned out your parents had fled from them when you were born. Your aunt and uncle didn't take kindly to the fact you were a kitsune. For the rest of the day you clung to Johnny, and he went about his day waiting until the humans were properly arrested and dealt with. Spirit told him when it was safe to leave the room.

Bright side, you were safe and two nut cases were completely barred from any foster/adoption system. Down side, Spirit had to find a placement for you and there were very few she felt comfortable sending you to. Throughout the day Johnny took you around, wanting to calm you down. Anytime he tried to set you down, you would start shouting no. Johnny found himself pacing and holding you to his heart beat yet again, if only to lay you down for a nap. Poor thing.

When Johnny finally did he came out to find Gaz who recognized the slow closing door. Kyle heard what happened, the whole team did. He kept his voice down to not wake you. “How are they?”

“They’re scared. Poor thing.” Johnny said. He pinched the bridge of his noise, leaning back against the wall. Lost your parents, raised on a base and then reunite with an aunt and uncle who were convinced you were a demon. Johnny tried to focus on the happier moments, while Kyle went with him to get something to eat. You were younger than Spirit when she first arrived, but you were so brave. Intelligent for your age but he learned it was to be expected with kitsune hybrids. Kyle pulled Johnny’s mind out of the rut it was in.

“What’s that?” Kyle asked pointing to Johnny pocket. Johnny looked down noticing he hadn’t returned the toy to you. He took it out, and stared at it, stopping in his tracks. It wasn’t very big, fitting in his palm easily. It was one of the few things you had on you, aside from your own clothes. Thinking about it, Johnny realized it was the only thing you had that belonged to you. Yet you wanted him to have it. He thought back to you calling him dada. It felt good hearing that.

“The only thing they had.” Johnny said answering Kyle’s question. Kyle knew that look on Johnny’s face, and he should have guessed this would happen. He smiled at Johnny.

When you woke up, Johnny was sitting next to your bed. He handed you the plushie back, but you wouldn’t have it. “I don’t need it.”

“For you.” You insisted. Johnny smiled.

“Kit, do you like it here?” Johnny asked. You thought about it and nodded.

“You want a family?” Johnny asked. Again you nodded.

“Can I be your family?” Johnny asked. You got on your knees and reached up to hug him around the neck. You nuzzled into his shoulder and Johnny just laughed. Then he heard you mumble, “dada” into his neck, your tails swishing around.

“Yeah Kit. I’ll be your dada. May not always be around, but I’ll do my best.” Johnny said.

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Juliet's Writing Masterlist

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K E Y

☆ - Ongoing Series ♬ - Completed series ♔ - Author’s Faves ღ - Fluff ※ - Angst ๑ - Smut

Zhong Chenle (钟辰乐)

๑ Chilled Nights, Fogged Windows (M)

After being gone for weeks, the first thing Chenle wants to do is get ice cream with you. One thing leads to another, and suddenly, you're in the backseat (oooops).

♔๑ღ Sunshine (M)

You're not usually able to wake up with Chenle due to his schedules, but on the days that you can, it's certainly worth it.

※ You're Not Sorry

You and Chenle broke up two weeks ago. The first time he calls you at 3am, you ignore it. Then he calls again. You answer, and you go to him knowing there's nothing he could do to fix what he's broken.

๑ღ The Last Straw (M)

Chenle has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. Being in love with him isn't easy, until you find out he reciprocates those feelings (thanks to Cockblocker!Jaemin).

♔๑ SOS (M)

Road trips with Chenle are your favorite thing. Late at night, the two of you stop at a hotel, but it's not everything it seems to be. You barely have time to settle before you get a call to evacuate immediately. Beneath red neon flashing lights, you and Chenle have to try and escape the group of people hunting you down.

(This is the second installation of the 7Dream ISTJ series)

♔ღ๑ Like We Just Met (M)

Everything else about the day is completely normal when Chenle realizes he wants to marry you. It hits him like a tidal wave, and he's itching to tell you just how much he wants to love you forever.

(This is the third installation of the 7Dream ISTJ Series)

ღ※๑ Within the Piano Keys (M)

For as long as you could remember, Chenle has been your neighbor and childhood best friend. That is, until one day he disappears without a word…or so you thought, since your mother hid all the letters he sent you.

๑ Paris (M)

Pure smut on a hotel room balcony in Paris! Woo.

๑ In Your Dreams (M)

What started as innocent phone sex hotline stuff (if that can ever really be innocent?), you get an offer you just can't refuse...you just have to be a little sleep deprived ;) (Chenle as Freddy Kruger Halloween thing lol)

ღ※๑ this is me trying (M)

Meeting Chenle was a fluke--a good one, at that, but you never expected things to escalate the way they did. But despite the whirlwind romance, you'd go back to December if you had the chance...

ღ※๑ Cruel Summer (M)

He wants you. Everything to do with you--your heart, your body, all while keeping your friendship. What's a man to do during a 30-day hook up to get you to stay?

ღ※๑ See My Sea (M)

You never expected your lab partner to be the captain of the basketball team...or a decent human being, but you get proved wrong twice. Despite a rocky past of your own, you find yourself falling for him faster than you thought. Maybe, with his help, you can finally find your way home and see your sea.

๑ Quiet Down (M)

You and Chenle visit your parents, but he just can't help himself...

※๑ Is It Over Now? (M) (Feat. Jisung)

Your relationship with Chenle is nothing but fight after fight. Amidst the toxicity, infidelity comes into play--except you're determined to one up him...but is it ever truly over?

ღ※๑ And Then It Was (M)

After your marriage with Chenle was arranged by your parents for a company merger, things with him aren't quite like you expect. In your life full of obligations, he's determined to finally give you the ability to make your own choices.

Na Jaemin (나재민)

♔※๑ღ the 1 (M)

Six years ago, you decided to move away to a different country to go to school. The catch? You had to leave Jaemin behind, and you refused to drag him along. Now you're back and, for some reason, he doesn't quite seem to hate you in the way you thought he would.

Mark Lee (이민형)

๑ღ Late Nights (M)

Mark's busy schedule only gives him time to come over late at night, but it's safe to say neither of you are complaining by the time you fall asleep.

※๑ Empire State of Mind (M) (Feat. Jisung)

Life with Jisung is almost perfect. He loves you, and you love him. But when you run into your ex, Mark Lee, you realize the one thing you've been missing all along is him.

7Dream

๑ღ ISTJ Series Masterlist

One-shots based on the ISTJ album tracklist.

Zhong Chenle (钟辰乐)

※๑ Irrevocably (M) Series Masterlist

You were friends with benefits with Chenle until he got a girlfriend...fast forward months later, and now they've broken up--leaving Chenle to come back to you, very much in need of a distraction.

๑ Opposites Attract [Poly!Jaemle AU] Series Masterlist

Your relationship with Jaemin started out simple--friends with benefits with zero complications...until there was one. That complication's name is Zhong Chenle, and after Jaemin agrees to expand your exclusivity deal to involve him, there's only one logical thing left to do...

Na Jaemin (나재민)

☆※๑ღ Enchanted Mini-Masterlist

As the crown princess, you shouldn't be entertaining any matches that couldn't benefit your kingdom. Love is not an option, not a choice, and unfortunately for you, your betrothed's royal guard seems to be catching your attention more than he ever could.

♔☆※๑ღ Lost & Wayward Mini-Masterlist

After the worst couple weeks of your life, you finally break down in the middle of an alleyway. Jaemin hears you and comes to comfort you, and little do you know, he's about to change your life--in more ways than one.

๑ Opposites Attract [Poly!Jaemle AU] Series Masterlist

Your relationship with Jaemin started out simple--friends with benefits with zero complications...until there was one. That complication's name is Zhong Chenle, and after Jaemin agrees to expand your exclusivity deal to involve him, there's only one logical thing left to do...

Mark Lee (이민형)

♔☆๑※ 모래성 (ONE) (TWO) (THREE)

You and Mark have had a friends with benefits relationship for almost a year now. He's in love with you, addicted to you, but you don't feel the same. You're his poison.

[sofie-toffy]

Deadplate! RoVince (Vince x Rody)

“Hey Vince? If it’s alright, can i ask..how did you lose your sense of taste? If i remember you lost it when you were younger, right?”

There was a waver in Rody’s voice, afraid that Vince would be offended by the question, refusing to answer. However, quite the opposite happened.

Vince turned to him, a small silence between the two before he continued.

“Well, yes. I lost my taste buds when i was around 10, I suppose. I had gotten ill…I was so sick at that time that my immune system started to weaken, and i ended up with a taste disorder in the end.”

The raven haired continued, a gleam of guilt in his eyes. “I remember my parents, they were so worried when they looked at me, i was weak and i nearly died, actually…Sorry to say this so suddenly I don’t mean to-”

“No no! Not at all! It’s perfectly fine…And if it’s alright, may I ask you another question?” The redhead asked, to which Vince nodded in reply

“…What’s it like? Not being able to taste?”

A puff of smoke came out of Vince’s cigarette, his voice coming soon after

“To be quite frank, It’s plain awful. With every meal, every dish you eat, it tastes like nothing. All you can feel, all you can rely on is the texture of the food. And I can never understand what the food critics say about my food, because I can never taste it.” He whispered, a small blush adorning his cheeks and a thump beating in his heart. He only confessed this to a few people, to which their replies weren’t in the least bit positive. There was something in Vince’s stomach that would toss and turn, hoping Rody wasn’t like those people. It’s been over a year since they’ve met, a year since he began to trust him, little by little. He wouldn’t know what to do if that trust was broken.

They stood in silence. Vince didn’t know what to do, what to say. During all his life he craved for silence. But he hates when Rody has nothing to say, especially in this situation. His throat was dry and there wasn’t anything left to say. All Vince did was look down in shame, avoiding Rody’s gaze.

He didn’t know that the reason for that silence was because all that Rody could do was look at Vince in awe. Vince, an all renowned chef, owner of a michellin star restaurant-

“I know what you’re thinking. Vince interrupted his thoughts “Isn’t it ironic to be a chef who can’t taste? I mean- what kind of moron chose this for his career”

“What?! No! i wasn’t thinking that at all! I think it’s sort of cool, in my opinion” Rody’s olive eyes gazing softly into Rody’s charcoal ones.

“Pfft- yeah right, whenever i confess my story to my colleagues all I get in return are pitiful looks or looks of scrutiny” He scoffed, unbelieving.

“I’m telling the truth Vince. You really are amazing. I mean sure- it is ironic to be a chef and not being able to taste- but isn't that what makes you even greater? You ignored everyone’s judgment and followed your own path…and to think you lost your taste from an illness you nearly died from…I hope you know you deserve everything you’ve worked hard for.”

Vince couldn’t help but gaze up at Rody, sitting straight on the bench, as he observed the blunt waiter shiver from the sudden blow of wind. “It’s a lie” His brain reasoned. Rody’s a friendly guy, of course he’d compliment people easily. But there was a small ounce of hope that the lie wasn’t really a lie at all. That Rody really thinks of Vince that way, despite all his flaws. He wishes to any God out there that every word he spoke was how he really views him. It didn’t matter if other people didn’t view him like that, so long as Rody did

“Right…thank you, Rody” Vince could tell from the sincerity in Rodys eyes, he really did mean it. And he could also tell from the glow on Rody’s face, he’d be in trouble. His face wasn’t glowing in actuality, the moon was a mere crescent and the trees were covering the light. But how is it that Vince could only describe Rody’s face as something from a painting? From his little beauty marks to the freckles adorned on his nose, they all seemed to unsettle the poor chef’s heart.

(A small part of a fanfic im writing on ao3. Idrk if its good i wrote this at like 1 am. I’ll check it later)

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55651204/chapters/141258526

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Secret's Out

Bruce Wayne x plus size gn!reader

Bruce gets a crush on Dick’s tutor but is hesitant on letting them into his life because of you know, the whole running around as a bat thing.

Warnings: FLUFF, references to struggling in school, the usual batman injuries and angst

WC: 1.4k

Minors DNI

The life of the Batman was often lonely. Late nights and early mornings meant Bruce didn’t have a lot of time for anything other than his son and making rare appearances in public so a relationship was out of the question. But dear god did he crave that intimacy.

He wanted to wake up beside someone, have someone share the load of being a parent to a very energetic child with him. And sex, but that goes without saying. But there was too much at risk. What if they got hurt because of his nightly activities? If he shared his secret would they leave him and expose it to the public? Would they break Dick’s heart?

So he resolved to be lonely for the rest of his life. It was too bad that his heart had a mind of its own though.

Dick had been struggling in school, he found it difficult to connect to the other kids in Gotham Academy and thus his grades were slipping. After a particularly heartbreaking melt down from the small boy after another child rejected his friendship, Bruce and Alfred had a very difficult conversation. 

They decided that homeschooling one on one with a tutor for at least a semester would help Dick become more secure in his academics and interact with someone outside of his family. So, each night, while Batman and Robin cleaned up the streets of Gotham, Alfred trolled through the internet and newspapers, trying to find someone suitable for his grandson.

Eventually, he did. You had more than enough qualifications, a masters in education with specialisation in science and english, a long list of glowing recommendations, and a small collection of special skills that made him smile. Dick had been wary when they approached him about you, he was scared that this new teacher would treat him the same as the others, pushing him down and making him feel bad about himself.

But after a long trip to the Gotham pier complete with him and his father consuming their weight in ice-cream, he came around. And thank god he did.

You were a life-saver. You not only became his teacher but you also became his best friend, his confidant, his greatest supporter and his partner in crime. The usually silent and morose halls of the manor were now filled with the childish giggles of his son, a sound that had been gone since Bruce himself was that young.

You also became a shoulder for Bruce to lean on. You joked around with him, getting him to actually smile and not the usual cocky grin he used in public. A real smile that made his cheeks hurt and his chest warm with affection. You were brilliant at helping around the house and organising galas, which wasn’t part of your job description yet you still helped.

He hated when you left for the day, getting in your crappy car that you refused to let him replace with a newer model, to travel back into the city where you lived. He wished he could have you live with them but it was too risky. He couldn’t have you learning about the Bat.

Tonight had been tough to say the least. The penguin had gotten a damn good shot in and now Bruce was sporting at least two broken ribs and a wicked bruise around his abdomen. Dick was also very sick, a bad stomach bug that Bruce blamed himself for because it was raining the night before and they still had gone out. And to top it all off, Alfred was on vacation.

Too consumed with his mission, he had called you. He asked if you would spend the night with Dick since he had an emergency he had to attend to and wasn’t sure when he would be home. You didn’t hesitate in answering with a resounding yes. You walked into the house barely ten minutes later (you definitely broke some speed limits driving over) with a bag full of medicine and tolerable food for the young boy.

“I should be back by morning. Are you sure you’ll be ok by yourself?” His veins were alight with nerves, this was now so far past the line of professionalism he had promised you when you were first hired. You just smiled kindly at him as you laid out your supplies in the guest bedroom closest to Dick.

“I’ll be fine and so will Dick. I’ll call you if something happens but I honestly doubt that it will.” Bruce sighed, a weight lifting from his chest. “Go on, we’ll be ok.” He nodded and turned to leave the room but not before hearing you call out, “Stay safe.”

He wished he had just called in Clark for tonight. He was distracted, worried about his boy, worried about what your words meant. He decided to call it an early night after ensuring that Penguin was safely in the hands of the GPD, he crawled back to the cave. Maybe if Dick was still awake, they could all watch a movie together to lift his spirits. 

As the batmobile rolled into its designated space in the cave, Bruce noticed that the many computer screens had been turned on and were flicking through various security camera footage. Had Alfred come home early and taken his place as overseer of Gotham? No, he would have been with you and Dick if he had returned.

And Dick was too sick to make it down the stairs from his room let alone get into the secret elevator that he was still too short to reach the button for on his own. That left only one plausible option.

The blue light from the screens illuminated your face beautifully, bathing you in a gentle glow that made his heart beat faster in his chest. “Welcome home, Bruce.” You softly called out, your voice both tired and slightly teasing. 

“How’d you figure it out?” Your hand came to rest on your considerable chest as you gasped in offended shock. The action made the butterflies in his stomach swirl in a storm of pure tenderness. His mind was yelling at him that there was no way to know if you could be trusted but his heart yearned for you, wanting to spill all of his secrets at your feet.

“Mr Wayne! I am not as dumb as I look!” He chuckled, shuffling closer. The blanket that had been draped around your shoulders slipped down, pooling around your wide hips. You smirked at the taller man as he came closer, coming to a stop right in front of you, the tips of your bare feet touching his armoured ones. “Besides, who else has the money and technology to be Batman but you?! Also, you always disappear mid-parties, leaving me to the wolves.” You shrugged.

“I figured it out about two days after you hired me, Dick also talks in his sleep.” Bruce sighed, releasing a breathy laugh. He pulled his cowl off, not missing the way your breath caught in your throat at the sight revealed before you. His dark hair stuck up in a hundred different directions, his bright blue eyes shining in the dim light of the computers.

“And you haven’t told anyone?” You shook your head.

“Who would I tell, besides this is the best paying job I’ve had in years, I’m not giving this up just because my boss likes to run around like a depressed Superman.” His smile fell into a very immature pout.

“I’m not a depressed Superman, he’s a bootleg Batman.” You threw your head back in laughter. Bruce couldn’t help but chuckle along with you, glad to have this huge secret out in the open. He could share the burden on his shoulders with someone he was coming to truly care about.

Your laughter soon died out into the occasional giggle that made his heart skip a beat. “Well then, let’s get you patched up and tucked into bed with your boy.” You slipped from his chair, grabbing the pre prepared first aid kit on the desk as you did so. “I do have one condition about this whole thing.”

Like the lovesick puppy he was, Bruce followed you to the medical bed in the corner, eager to agree with anything you would ask if it meant you stayed. “Anything.” He replied without hesitation.

“Get me Aqua-man’s autograph, I think he’s really hot.” 

“You what?!” But you just laughed and walked away, leaving him in a pool of self-pity and unwavering adoration. Maybe, just maybe he wouldn’t be alone anymore. After he killed Aqua-man of course.

Request: She cracked the identity of Batman. “Come on, who else has the money and technology to be Batman but you?! Also, you always disappears mid-parties too many times.”

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[forgettingcrowbin]

Red with clipped wings breaks my heart (sorry I see Red Sans anywhere and I go a bit crazy). Loving your winged guys! What are some random ideas you'd like to share about your au?

No problem!! Here's a doodle of Red for you <3

Some random ideas I'd like to share hm...

Probably some of Nightmare's gang and worldbuilding I'll rant about for a hot minute haha

First of all, all monsters go through molts, they happen once a year and the person molting is generally grumpier, sicker, cuddlier, and moodier as they lose their feathers and gain new ones.

No humans have wings except aus that let it happen there specifically.

Every monster has individual calls that they generally develop from their parents, siblings, guardians, or just members of their flock. Young monsters are impressionable and usually imprint on a figure that's influential on them and generally take the call of that person.

When making nests, they usually create them out of blankets and articles of clothing from their flock. There are some exceptions like when Error creates his nest made of only a few blankets but mostly his blue strings.

Nightmare

Nightmare has a goopy substance covering his wings that can mold into anything he wants them to. He used to have Black Banded Owl wings.

Nightmare can make bird noises when he tries to communicate nonverbally to his gang, but doesn’t do it as often.

Nightmare can make chirps from his brother, and hoots, his own call. He never sings like his brother anymore and he refuses to make those noises even if they get stuffed in the back of his throat when he hears Dream chirp to his new flock. (although Dream openly hoots and makes calls from Nightmare)

He often hates nesting due to him calling it a waste of time but he lets his gang drag him to a nest for cuddling every now and then. They can't really preen his goopy wings but Nightmare appreciates it when Horror pets his wings while they nest.

Cross

Cross is a little different since he's not officially in Nightmare's flock despite nesting, preening, and just spending time with the gang.

Usually when conflict arises between the Star Sanses and Nightmare's gang he stands in the middle awkwardly and just joins whatever side is losing (nobody actually minds)

His wings are two-barred crossbills and they are strong from constantly training and he could very easily carry someone while flying with them

Cross also spends his time with the Star sanses and really wants to court Dream but is too shy to as of.

Horror

Horror has strong sleek shoebill wings that he meticulously makes sure is clean. It helps to keep his hands busy so he doesn’t pick at his cracked skull.

He often has his wings stretched out and rests it on the gang's backs and shoulders in comfort.

He’s the best nest maker and makes the least noises out of the gang since it’s loud and he doesn't like scaring people.

When making dinner, he ties his wings back (like someone would do with hair) and it keeps feather's from getting into their food

Dust and Horror have courted each other and much to their enjoyment are together now. They aren't thinking of kids but just spend more time together and nest together.

Dust

He makes high-pitched whistling noises to communicate since he can become nonverbal often

His Verreaux's eagle wings are sleek and dark and littered with dust since he doesn’t clean them as often

He doesn’t let anyone touch his wings since his Papyrus used to only clean them.

He flies the most out of the gang and sometimes leaves for periods of time just to fly (he likes it when the gang goes out to fly with him)

Killer

He has small shrike wings that are dull and dirty and Horror, Nightmare, and Cross constantly try to fix them but he gets into so much trouble that he often leaves them filled with blood, dirt and broken feathers.

He uses his wings to attack as well, meaning sometimes they are broken and injured.

Other than often wanting to stab things, he's constantly chirping and singing which annoy the others when he starts his shrieking fest.

He loves pulling pranks like usual but he he also pranks others with instinctual behaviors. Imitating the calls of the others in his flock for fun? Yes he would do that to lure others into pranks. Stealing clothing from others so that their nests are suddenly incomplete? Oh yeah.

[klausysworld]

you can do a 3rd part of "you've lost your girl" where klaus and y/n are not together but have a co-parenting dynamic, obviously klaus still loves her and grieves for her and always makes sure that she and her daughter are protected and pampered, and he is hopeful that they will be together again one day. (and klaus can't be with another woman or love again because his heart only belongs to y/n forever)

You’ve lost your girl PT3

PT1 PT2

It took over year for Klaus to accept that y/n wasn’t going to be his anytime soon.

He found that out when he came to pick Hope up and she was all dressed up with Caroline fawning over her and getting her ready for a date with another man.

In fact she had been on many dates over the years, but none if them lasted more than a few months. Though each one broke his heart more and more. His siblings often had to try and pick him back up from his lows, almighty hybrid or not, Klaus couldn’t handle the emotional pain of the situation.

He hadn’t loved someone the way he loved her, especially with their child in the mix, he hated that they weren’t together anymore. He loathed that he couldn’t be her family.

She was still polite to Klaus, she never brought up the day of the pregnancy announcement again. She found no point in tormenting him for what he said any longer. And if she were honest, she forgave him fairly quickly after their baby was born, after seeing him with Hope and seeing how much he truly adored her with all his heart and soul.

They called a lot, probably too much but the truth was that they both still loved each other. And if she were to give Klaus the ‘okay’ then he would have her in his arms in a heartbeat. But y/n was too afraid of her heart being broken again. It’s why she was never able to fully commit to someone else, why none of her relationships ever seemed to work.

Hope also played a roll. She was a very intelligent child. She was already fully aware of her parents dynamic at the age of 3.

She liked to ball her eyes out whenever y/n mentioned a mans name. Crying and screaming “I want daddy!” She would yell until y/n was nearly crying herself and calling Klaus to come help her.

Klaus was ready for her call, always. He often sat with Hope when she came over and spoke to her “i wish i could come home with you and mommy” he would tell her while she played with her toys “why not?” She would ask making him smile “mommy doesn’t want me there” he sighed making Hope sad “is it cuz of Derek?” She asked and Klaus nodded “Derek gone” Hope would clap before preparing herself to ruin her mothers new relationship.

Y/n would pass Hope to Klaus as soon as he got to the door “just take her to yours, she doesn’t want to be here” she would whisper, tears in her eyes as she tried to close the door only for Hope to reach out to her

“mommy too” she would mumble with her lips pouted. Y/n would nod and come hold Hope hand “mommy hugs” she would sniffle

“you have daddy’s hugs already” y/n said with a small smile

“mommy hugs and daddy hugs” she would whine until Klaus had his arms around y/n and y/n’s arms around Hope. Effectively trapping her parents together.

At four she was even better at it. Forcing them both to take her to school together otherwise she refused to get dressed.

They were bound together by their daughter no matter what.

Klaus supported y/n no matter what. Even if she was with another man at the time, he never once disrespected her again. Even if she were with another man at the time, he knew it would make her happy and so he made no comments on it.

By 6 Hope just wanted her parents together. She made such a fuss that y/n was no longer able to have a relationship with anyone else. She began to sit around their home waiting for Hope to be finished at school. Caroline and Bonnie had their own lives to be busy with.

Y/n got a job at the local cafe to occupy her time but it wasn’t something she enjoyed. Her entire life had just been through Hope and now she was spending the majority of her time at school and the other time with her father, y/n didn’t know what to do with herself.

Once hope was 8 she became more aware of her parents pasts. She understood that sometimes her mother got upset and that she needed Hope. But she also knew that sometimes her mother needed her father. Often Klaus would get a phone call from y/n’s phone from Hope “can you come help me? Moms away in her room” she would whisper sat outside her mother bedroom door. Klaus was arrive in record timing and would have Hope with Rebekah as he held y/n gently while she cried over feeling unlovable.

Klaus realised that him egging Hope on in stopping y/n from dating was just as malicious as doing it himself. He had to convince Hope to stop and because Hope understood what was happening, she did.

And eventually y/n was with someone, and she was happy. She was truly happy and so was Hope, she liked the man her mother was with. But when he got down on one knee and proposed to her, all she could think about…was Klaus.

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Y/n ran all the way to Klaus’s.

It was nearly 10pm as she knocked rapidly on the door. She was dressed in a form fitted red dress and had legged in all the way there in silhouette heels. Her makeup was rubbing down her face as she nearly knocked the door down.

The door swung open and an angry Klaus opened the door before his expression faltered and he frowned looked down at y/n. “Love? What-“ he was immediately cut off as she threw herself into his arms, her lips to his making him moan in surprise and would’ve fallen backwards if she didn’t grab him to pull him to her.

His arms wrapped around her after another few seconds of shock and he began to kiss back passionately, his breathing turning unstable as he pushed her against the wall. She jumped and her legs pulled his hips closer as she moaned into his mouth and tugged at his hair.

He pulled away briefly but before he could say anything, she was pulling him back to her. Her tongue desperately regained ownership of his mouth, her hands pulled at his shirt pulling it up and her hips began to roll. He grunted in surprise and squeezed her waist gently as his body began to rock to hers.

They pulled away for only a second as his shirt was threw across the floor. His hands began to gain more confidence as they rubbed up and down her body, reminding himself of every curve she owned. He kneaded at her breasts and his hips thrust to rub against her. Her hand moved to his neck, gripping him gently with need as she kissed him hard.

Just as he tore her dress right down the middle they both heard a throat clear. He pulled away and looked to his side while she closed to eyes and rest her head against the wall.

Klaus cleared his throat when he saw Rebekah stood with her arms crossed and an amused expression on her face “and how long has this been going on?” She questioned

“About five minutes tops” klaus muttered and Rebekah’s eyes widened. Y/n turned to her with a sarcastic smile and a thumbs up

“What-why? How!” Rebekah spluttered, before turning around “oh my god you two were gonna do in on the wall!” She yelled

“What on the wall?” They heard a voice say and then a sleepy Hope wondering in.

Klaus’s eyes widened and he grabbed a blanket before covering y/n’s front up by swaddling her in it. “Nothing princess, we thought there was a mark on the wall is all” he said with a smile and Hopes eyes lit up

“Mom! Am I meant to be at home with you?” She asked and came on over making y/n begin to laugh. Klaus and Rebekah looked at each other in confusion

“I think your mother has had one too many glasses of wine dear, I’m going to put her to bed okay? You should be asleep too darling” he told her while pulling y/n along with him as he brought them up the stairs

“I was but I heard the door banging” she yawned

“Sorry sweetheart, you just go to sleep okay?” He kissed her forehead and Hope gave her mother a quick hug before going into her room.

Y/n was still giggling as she put her face in Klaus’s neck. He looked down to her both amused and concerned before lifting her up and bringing her to his room.

“What has you so giggly my love?” He asked while grabbing her one of his tops and pulling it over her head

“I just rejected Marks proposal” she said and burst out laughing. Klaus’s face dropped at her words and he frowned for many reasons

“You…you said no?” He asked confused

“Its been like ten years and I’m still in love with you” she laughed, she lead back on his bed looking up at his ceiling. He smiled slightly at her and lead down beside her. “I hated you for so long but it was so stupid” she laughs “i mean, it was pathetic really!”

“It wasn’t pathetic” he whispered, he took her hand “love-“

“Oh shut up Klaus! Stop apologising it’s so fucking annoying!” She exclaimed making him shut his mouth. “God you know I’m here to say I love you and that out whole stupid co-parenting is so stupid! You’re always at my house! Don’t lie! You live with us, you’re still in love me” she yelled and he shushed her

“Yes love if course but do remember we have a child listening to us” he mumbles pulling her to him.

She hums lazily and rolls on top of him “we should have more babies” she whispers kissing his lips.

“Love, you’re drunk” he murmurs though still kissing her as she presses against him

“I need you” she whispers

“Shh, just close your eyes love, we can talk all about it in the morning” he promises her, he spins them over and pulls the duvet over her.

“No…come back” she whined grabbing his arm.

He reluctantly lead with her, and eventually managed to get her to sleep despite her insistently kissing his neck.

He looked down at her with a soft look “I do hope you remember this in the morning”