#didnt have a very good idea for this prompt either

[playtheshadw]

Day 4 - Star

[vixensbrainrotts]

Committed to you - Manjiro >Mikey< Sano

(part two)

Idea/ prompt: Mikey from the last timeline who wants to propose to us but has no idea how to ask so he ask advices from draken and emma

Vixen's two cents: Hi. I know ive been gone for like 2 weeks, I dont know why but it's been hard writing lately. anyway, thanks a million to @anahryal for giving me this idea whilst I was in the pits of my writers block!!! thanks girl, I can't tell you how much this helped. anyway, REQUESTS ARE OPEN and I advise you to use them! now please enjoy my revival piece!

Mikey has thought every possible thought he could have. He had run through every possible situation, every possible outcome, every possible setting, but damnit why was this so hard? He couldn’t do it. Not for the life of him.

He had browsed millions of travel blogs, pondering about every possible spot on earth to take you for the occasion. He had woken in and out of more jewelry stores in the past month than he had ever in his entire life. He had specifically stood in corner stores, reading the wedding catalogues in the magazine section trying to figure out what the hell he was supposed to do.

None of it helped.

Manjiro wanted it so bad. So so very bad. Every white dress he walked by, he envisioned you in it. Every bakery shop he passed, his eyes flitted up and down the fancy display cakes, pondering whether or not it would be good enough. Any time he woke up next to you, every time he joined you in the shower, every time he watched you cook, the urge to sink to one knee overtook him.

He knew he couldn’t make it that simple though. It was too domestic for him, so little of a gesture. He wanted you to know that he loved you, that he would bring you the moon if you wanted it. He needed you to see just how much he appreciates you for sticking with him through everything, and for that he needs a grand gesture.

However it seemed that nothing he could think of was quite big enough, quite meaningful enough, quite heartfelt enough. He was at the end of his wits. For one and a half months- seven weeks he had been fighting this battle alone.

He had made some progress in that time, having picked the ring because when he picked it up he just felt that this was the one. It was a niche store, and he was initially appalled by the average price of the rings, but decided, ah what the fuck? and entered the store for mostly shits and giggles. He was greeted by an expensive looking elderly gentleman who donned a monocle and silk gloves, clearly the clerk, and clearly an expert. He had the longest, most engaging talk with the man, explaining his situation and his frustrations, to which the man nodded understandingly and told of his own story and experience with marigge.

Seven long weeks he had kept it a secret from everyone, and now he couldn’t take it anymore.

He was just about to throw the towel on this whole thing and say fuck it and give up on this whole marriage thing and just accept that he would never make it, when he remembered that he didnt have to be alone in this. Not at all matter of fact. His best friend married his sister after all. If Ken could do it with the pressure of Shinichiro, Izana AND Mikey breathing down his neck, then surely he could do it too, right?

You were out on a girls night with Hinata, Senju and Yuzuha. Emma would have tagged along normally too, but with the addition of a new-born baby, she decided that it would be best to sit out this time. Either way you were out of the house for the night, and Mikey was left to his own devices. You had left him with a kiss and a home-cooked meal (which he felt bad about leaving behind so he completely stuffed himself before coming here) before he gave Ken a quick heads up over the phone that he was coming over with a VERY important problem.

Thats how he found himself here. Standing in the Kitchen of Emma and Ken‘s flat, hands perched on the counter, looking down at the surface, face in a deep frown. „What’s goin on? What’s the problem?“ Ken asks roughly, leaned on the refrigerator as he eyed his friend. Mikey didnt really respond though.

„What problem?“ Emma‘s voice was hushed as she entered through the kitchen door, pulling the door shut behind her, probably for the sake of the baby. „I dont know.“ Ken responded, rubbing his eyebrows „Ask your brother.“ he sighed as he gestured to Mikey who was still staring down the counter.

“Mikey?!” Emma sounded confused and a little concerned as she turned to look at him, eyes flitting between her brother and her husband. “Did you know he was coming over?”

Ken nodded wordlessly. “Said he needs our help about something.” Emma’s head tilted in question but accepted the fact. “What’s up Mikey?” She asked, approaching him and joining Draken at the other side of the counter.

Mikey didn’t say anything though, instead reaching into his pocket and producing a small, black, silk-encased box. He dropped it onto the table and looked up at the couple in desperation. “How do I do it?”

Ken gasped and felt his lips tug into a smile, happy that finally, finally Mikey was wiping you up (he had told him to do so since they were teens).

Emma slapped her hands over her mouth to muffle a silent scream, beginning to voice up and down on excitement as she realized- her brother was marrying you! She thanked the gods that Mikey fell in love with you because there was no better in-law than her Soulsister.

“Ahhhhh! Oh my goodness Mikey! I’m so happy for you! Can I see? Wow! Oh my god Ken are you seeing this!? He’s proposing! Ah I’m so glad!” Mikey nodded in response and let Emma pick up the box and crack it open, revealing the beautiful white-gold wedding band, encrusted with more diamonds than she could count. Notably, one large diamond sat in the middle of the ring, flanked by two smaller diamonds on each side.

“Oh.” Emma breathed. “Ken why didn’t you ask Manjiro for help when picking my ring?” Emma sounded slightly offended as she spoke, glaring down at the ring.

“Nah nah, don’t get it twisted girl. You told me what ring you wanted, I didn’t have much picking liberty other than the price.” Ken waved his hands in dismissal, brushing off her accusations with a grin still wide on his face. He made his way over to Mikey and clapped a hand on his shoulder, congratulating him for the occasion.

“Good on you man! Finally givin it the push, hah?” Ken was smiling as he searched for Mikey’s eyes, but he didn’t look up. “What’s up with the long face? You’re about to propose dude, you should be over the moon!”

Mikey sighed and shook his head. “I’ve been trying to propose to her for months. Months Ken. I can’t do it. It’s never right.”

The couple halted their celebrations and turned to look at Mikey again, Emma putting down the dainty box as her looks turns to one of concern. “What do you mean?” She fingered at the box as she leaned across the counter.

“It’s… i don’t know. Ken made it look so easy when he proposed to you, and Pah-chin was even more mindless about it! I really want to. I really do, but every time I get close, I chicken out because I get scared or because something isn’t right, and I’m starting to think that it’s better if I just… don’t.” Mikey sighed and cradled his head in his hands, his elbows resting on the counter.

Emma and Ken shared a look, a wordless exchange of worry and empathy. "What kind of proposal were you thinking of? Big? Small? Public? Private?" Emma started, hand rubbing soothingly across her brother's back.

"Big." Mikey mumbled into his hands, remaining hunched over the counter. "Big and public. I wanna make sure that everyone knows, everyone sees, I want them all to know. want them to know how much I love her."

Emma's eyes softened and she suppressed a smile, because all in all, it was cute. She had always known her brother to be big and strong, undefeatable, and most of all unwaverable. Mikey always put up the strong front when really, he was hurt. Vulnerability wasn't something that she was used to seeing from him, which made this moment all the more special.

"Do you want to go somewhere with her?" Ken steps in and asks, an idea arising. Mikey only grunts, a noise of agreement sounding through the room. "Do you know what kind of places she likes?" Ken continues.

Mikey's head slowly raises from the position on the table and he stares forward at the refrigerator. "Europe."

Emma and Ken looked at one another again, sensing that they were getting somewhere. "Then take her on Vacation. You both have that long shared break coming up, don't you? Travel through Europe and when it feels right, ask!" Ken said.

"How do I know when it feels right, though? What if it's not the moment?" Mikey asks, still not entirely convinced. "You'll know. I promise you, you'll know. I knew too and I didn't think I had the stuff to ever get married." Ken reassures again, and this time the two share eye contact, and it takes Draken a lot not to tear up.

Draken took a moment in his mind to look at Mikey. He had stuck by his side since they were kids, through thick and thin it's always been the two if them against the world. And now as he looked at Manjiro he no longer saw the unmatchable delinquent he saw ten years ago, but rather a distinguished person with complex thoughts and emotions. He saw a man that felt, a man that cared and a man that loved in front of him, and he couldn't be prouder.

Ken nodded at Mikey, and Mikey nodded back at him. "Yeah. She'll love it! Thanks, I'll do that! Gosh I don't know what id do without you two.."

"Oh, please propose to her in front of the Eifel Tower! Or the Coliseum! Or on some romantic Bridge in Venice!" Emma swooned and held her hands over her chest, hearts in her eyes.

Mikey smiled at her and nodded again. "I'll try and film it if I can."

-

The rest of the evening was spent with the three of them checking about a thousand booking sites, mapping travel routes and destinations, and the occasional cacophony of laughter which led to a grumpy Ryuguji-baby. Manjiro couldn't wait to go with you, he thought as he sat on one of the armchairs, gently running a thumb over the silk box that sat pretty in his hand.

[ohtobeleah]

Lessons in Love & War // Bradley Bradshaw

-> A Terms of Endearment Blurb

Summary: On one of your first shifts back at work after the events of ToE. Odette is plagued with an illness that sends her to the emergency room with a very panicked Bradley Bradshaw.

Warnings: Fever. appendicitis. Relationship miscommunication, misguided anger. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. Jake Seresin x F!platonic!reader.

Word Count: 3.8k

Author Note: Day Eighteen of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: Fever/Separated from loved ones. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list.

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Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Those were your days off. Tuesday and Thursday were the days that you bravely stepped outside your little bubble of peace and went back to work doing what you loved. No one in their right mind was about to stop you either, you could handle two full days at a time. Two days in one week was enough for you right now. Mav was in full support of you and Rooster sharing your full time hours. He went in to bat for you whenever the topic was brought up to the higher ups. He was your unofficial proxy. 

“Oh hi there Dotty girl.” You weren’t ready to send your little girl back to daycare yet either. So Odette spent her days with her favourite person besides you, her Tooster, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. “What's got you all sad?”

Bradley had been doing some work on his laptop–he was reading up on the signs, symptoms and possible characteristics of depression. You were just a little off at the moment, with good reason. You'd been through so much–more than anyone ever deserved to be put through.

“My tummy huwts Tooster–” Odette mumbled through tired eyes as she padded into the dinning room with her blanky, sucking her thumb. She had been feeling under the weather for a few days now, since Monday–It was now Thursday and she hadn’t started to get better in the slightest bit.  

“Oh sweet girl, come here.” Bradley cooed as he reached out for the little girl who had stolen his heart, he scooped her up under her armpits and sat her on his lap. The first thing Bradley noticed was the heat Odette had to her. “Holy crap, you're burning up baby girl.” He frowned as he placed the back of his hand to her forehead. “You've got a bit of a fever there.” It was worrying, especially since Odette had already had some children Tylenol not long before you left for work. How long had she had a fever for? 

“My tummy huwts–” She nearly sobbed as her little head lulled to the side, she placed her cheek against Rooter's chest to listen to his heartbeat. The kiss he planted on the top of her head as he rocked his knees back and forth to soothe your daughter told Odette that she was safe, that her Tooster would make her feel better. “Tooster–”

“I know baby, I know.” But the fact of the matter was Bradley didn't know. Sure he’d lay his life down on the line for Odette, but he really had no idea how to act when she was sick. It broke his heart to see the usually so energetic and full of life extension of you so down in the dumps and sick as a dog. She hadnt been her usual self for a few days and it was unnerving to say the very least. He did his best however, to keep a confident front up that he had this covered while you were gone. 

Bradley Bradshaw was confident and wise enough to take care of a sick three year old. How serious could a flu be? Or a tummy bug as you were pretty sure it was. 

“How about I make you some soup and we watch cartoons and hang out on the lounge for the rest of the day?” All Odette did in response was nod very tiredly. She hadn’t been sleeping through the night and the little sleep she was getting, was in between you and Rooster, where she felt safest and where you felt like she belonged right now. 

Odette didnt eat her soup, Bradley had tried to get her to have a few spoonfuls of the pureed pumpkin and sweet potato soup he’d heated over the stove but it was to no avail. Your little girl was not having a bar of it before the tears started. 

“Oh sweetheart, don't cry.” Bradley cooed as Odette snuggled as close as she could into her Tooster. 

“My Tummy huwts Tooster make it stowp.” Dot mumbled into Rooster's shirt, clinging to him for dear life as she climbed his torso and laid herself flat as she could on him. All Bradley did was try his best to soothe the clearly uncomfortable three year old he’d been left in charge of today. 

“How about we get you some more medicine to make you feel a little better?” It was the only thing he could really think of in the moment, Dot hadn’t been well sure, but this was a whole new level of unwell. “We’ll get a washcloth for your forehead too baby, that might help.” Bradley was starting to realise that he may or may not have been in over his head with this. He hadn’t gone through this before, he hadn’t ever had to worry so deeply about a child not being well before. He wanted so desperately to take Odette's pain away. He wanted so desperately to make her feel all better like you somehow always managed too. But this seemed more serious than just a cold or flu or random stomach ache. 

And when little three year old Odette Dolan (Bradshaw) started to scream, cry and throw up in the bath Bradley tried to run for her to help her feel better, he didn't know what to do. He knew it wasn't just her being scared of the bath, because she’d been really good in it as of late. The past few weeks she’d gone without a fuss so long as Tooster and you were in it with her. But right now, as Bradley rubbed small circles into her little back and watched as she dry heaved into the bow he held under her chin, he knew he had to take her to people who could actually make her feel better. 

“I think we need to take you to the hospital baby girl.” He sighed to himself, watching as her tears streamed down her puffy face. She hadnt eaten all day, hadnt cried this hard ever. She was in pain–Bradley could clearly see that. “Let's get you dressed and I'm gonna take you alright, see some doctors so that they can help.” Before Bradley could think about helping Odette out of the bath, she slumped into his hold, completely exhausted from crying and trying to throw up. Her fever had yet to break and she was burning up. “Okay, Okay–” That's when the panic really set in. “We’re going right now baby I've got you.” 

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“You know I’d ask what exactly it is that you’re doing—“ Jake made sure to make himself known as he entered your hanger. “But I’ve come to learn overtime that that question doesn’t always have such a good answer.” He didn’t want to scare you, he knew that coming back to work was what you needed in order to move on, get back into a normal routine and make an effort to keep yourself from completely falling apart. The day had almost passed you by and you’d only caught yourself thinking about Jaidyn Dolan like….seven hundred times. 

“I tried to call Roo at lunch to see how things are going at home but he hasn’t returned my call.” You replied while you sat at your workshop desk, working on a part Jake couldn’t quite pick. “Tell me everything’s fine, that we’re okay?” He knew what you meant, you didn’t need to elaborate or explain yourself. Jake knew, hell he knew because that very morning he’d woken Amilia up with his horrendous screams. He’d called out for Bob in the void of darkness. 

“Dots sick isn’t she?” Jake sighed as he stood behind you, watching carefully as you worked. He didn’t want to point out that you were tapping your leg up and down like a mad woman or mention that you were tensing your shoulders, so instead he bent over to kiss the top of your head and kept his hands firmly on your shoulders. “They’re fine Fe—if anything Bradshaws probably just spending his day off sleeping and watching Repunzel for the thirteenth time.” You couldn’t help but to smile at the thought. “Trust me, they’re good, we’re good, everyone’s good and accounted for.” 

“Thanks—“ It was like Jake had talked you down from some metaphorical ledge that you’d been standing on, ready to jump. Only you had been contemplating leaving work early to race home and make sure two of the most important people in your life are safe. “You’re right, he’s probably just sleeping with Dotty.” 

“I can almost guarantee it.” Jake replied. “Besides, you’re off soon enough, no need to stress when everything’s okay Fe.” 

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Everything was not okay. Bradley Bradshaw had never been more freaked out in his entire life. He hated seeing Odette this way, so sick and visibly in pain. This had to be more than just a stomach ache, her fever hadn’t broken in hours, she wasn't keeping food or fluids down and she could barely keep her little head upright as he carried her into the emergency room of the Miramar Base Hospital. 

“Sir–?” The triage nurse was immediately on her feet when she saw Rooster through the little window. “Bring her right in.” Bradley did exactly that, he took the little girl who was burning up in his arms right into the triage room so that Odette could be assessed. “Who do we have here?” The nurse asked softly as she set up her station. 

“This is Odette, Uh–Dot, she prefers Dot.” Bradley cooed as he sat down on the empty chair with Odette still clinging to him. “She my daughter, well, kinda, I’m her mothers partner and I’m one of her medical proxies and emergency contacts.” Bradley felt like all eyes were on him as he explained his relationship to Odette. He wasn't her dad but he was the closest thing she had. “She's been sick for a few days, but today her fevers just skyrocketed and she's not keeping anything down.” 

“Is she throwing up?” The nurse asked as she placed little Odette's arm in a blood pressure monitor. “Any diarrhoea?” 

“She's been throwing up, but I haven't noticed any diarrhoea–” 

“And you said she's had a fever for a while?” 

“Yeah and today her stomachs been hurting pretty badly too.” The nurse could see the worry in Bradley Bradshaw's eyes. She knew enough in those few moments to know that he cared enough about this tiny human to bring her in for treatment. 

“Dot honey?” The nurse cooed as she looked at Odette and placed a tiny admission wristband on her wrist. “Can you point to what side your tummy’s been hurting on?” Odette, albeit slowly, pointed to her right side, just above her pelvis. The nurse sitting across from her immediately typed something onto the report she was writing up and turned back to face Bradley. “Okay Mr. Bradshaw, you can take Dot through to fast track, I'll have her admitted for an ultrasound but if I had to take a good guess here I'd say your little girl's appendix is acting up.” 

“That means surgery?” Bradley held the little girl who was everything to him a little tighter. The nurse nodded in confirmation. 

“You did the right thing bringing her in, we just need you to fill out these consent forms and we’ll take care of her.” The triage nurse could see on Odette file that Bradley was indeed an authorised person to give medical consent on Odette's behalf if you weren't able to. “But yes, she’ll need surgery if it is in fact her appendix, we don't want it to burst and by the looks of things if she's been sick for a few days it could very well be about to.” 

“Okay–” Bradley pressed his lips together in a fine line, he felt sick to his stomach, his little girl was in so much pain. “Okay, uh–let's go Dotty, I've got you baby.” But in all the fuss and worry and focus he’d forgotten one very vital thing. He’d forgotten to message you about what was going on, all his focus had been on Dot that he forgot to message you. Her Mother. 

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You hadn’t heard from Bradley all day. Usually he’d send you little updates, let you know when Odette had gone for a nap, if she’d eaten, if she was at  daycare when he picked her up and dropped her off. But today he’d been radio silent since around ten this morning. 

“Roo honey?” You were already on edge with the radio silence, but when you pulled into the driveway to see Bradley’s Bronco wasn’t there your heart immediately sunk into your stomach. “I'm home, you here?” Nothing. There was nothing but a still silence that flooded your home as you went in search for the man who had helped you out yourself back together again. 

“Rooster?” You nearly sobbed out as you walked down the hallway to the bathroom, at the sight of water in the tub you immediately broke out into a heartbroken cry. No. No, not your baby, not your little girl. “Bradley!!?” It felt like you were right there, watching your ex try to drown you baby girl in the bath when your phone rang. 

It was like the ringtone snapped you back into reality and all of a sudden the scene playing out before you was gone. It was just you again, staring at yourself in the mirror across the bathroom. When you looked down at your phone to see that it was just Jake and not Bradley, you cried a little harder and answered. 

“Told you everything would be o—hey woah? What’s the matter Fe why are you crying?” Jake had just picked Amilia up from Paybacks play to drive her to work when your sobbed rang through the truck. “Y/n?” 

“Roosters not here and I can’t find Dot.” Was all you had to say before Jake was pulling over on the side of the road before swinging around. Amilia slammed against the doorframe of the passenger’s side as he did so. 

“Righto, ease up turbo.” She hissed as a frown overtook her face. “And you have the nerve to call me a maniac on the road.” 

“Talk to me when you know your left and rights Oz.” Jake chuckled knowing that Amilia from time to time still had to really think about what side of the road to drive on. “Fe, try to breathe alright, I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for why they aren’t home.” 

“He hasn’t been answering his phone all day Jake! He doesn’t do that!” You sobbed painfully as you slid down the wall of your hallway to hug your knees to your chest. “He doesn’t—he doesn’t do that, he doesn’t—“ Jake knew you were having a full on panic attack, he knew because he got them too. Amilia heard it in your voice, the way you tried to breathe through your words. “He left—he took her, I can’t breathe—“ 

“I’ll call Rooster.” Amilia quickly pulled her phone out to call Bradley, his name in her phone was the Chicken Man. “There’s gotta be a good reason he’d just vanish with Dot right?” 

“She’s sick.” Jake mumbled just loud enough for Amilia to hear. “Something could have happened but until we get ahold of him I don’t know what to do.” 

“Voicemail—“ Amilia didn’t wait for Jake to tell her to try again, she was on it before he even had a chance to blink. “Fucking dammit Bradshaw.” 

“We’re around the corner Fe, we’re on our way, just stay on the phone with me yeah?” Jake cooed as tears welled in his eyes, he hated this, hated hearing you so panicked. 

“Fuck! Voicemail again.” Amilia groaned as she tried for a third time to get ahold of the missing lieutenant. “Surely he’s not intentionally ignoring us right?” 

“No—“ Jake sighed frustratedly as he ran a hand across his face. “No somethings wrong, he’s distracted by something, he wouldn’t just go radio silent, not on Fe, me maybe, but not Fe.” 

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“Tooster.” She looked so tiny in the middle of the gurney. “My tummy huwts.” But Bradley knew as he walked with the surgical tray who was about to take your little girl in for emergent surgery that she was going to feel a hell of a lot better after. 

“I know baby I know.” Rooster cooed as leaned over to press a gentle kiss to your daughter's forehead. “But the doctors here are gonna make you feel all better.” When Odette spoke soon after, Bradley’s heart sunk into his arse. 

“I want mamma—“ Holy shit, he’d been so caught up making sure Odette got the care and help she needed, that he hadn’t even checked in with you. 

“Mammas gonna be here when you come out of surgery baby, I promise.” Bradley could feel the colour draining from his face as he watched your little girl nod. “And so is uncle Jake—“ Bradley knew he was about to be in the dog house. He should have rung. He should have kept you in the loop. He couldn’t imagine what was going through your mind right about now. 

As soon as the double doors closed, Bradley immediately pulled his phone out of his back pocket and couldn’t believe what he saw. An unknown amount of missed calls and texts from one Amilia Fisher explaining in great detail the way she was going to skin him alive for whatever it is that was keeping him from getting back to her. 

There were a handful of missed calls and text from you throughout the day, just checking in to see how Dot was going. 

And then there was one very important text, a singular message from none other than Jake Seresin that scared the shit out of Bradley. The overall calmness of it all, the time he read it in, the lack of urgency made it all the more worrying—because when Jake got calm? Bradley knew he was about five seconds away from blowing up. 

H_ngm_n: “You better have running shoes on man.”

“Fuck—“ Braldey pressed on Jake’s called ID to ring him as quick as he could. This wasn’t good, not at all. It only took three rings before Jake was answering. “I can explain!” 

“Where are you?” Was all Jake asked, again as calm as ever. 

“I’m at the hospital, Dots fever was skyrocketing so I brought her in, turns out she has appendicitis, she’s on her way into surgery.” It was the most rushed explanation Bradley could give as he ran his free hand through his hair and paced up and down the hall. “Is Y/n okay? Is she alright?”

“We’ll be there soon.” Was all Jake said before he hung up. Bradley felt like he couldn’t breathe, he knew he’d fucked up. He should have called you when he was heading over to the hospital and think back to it he knew he had left the bath water in the bath too. 

He’d fucked up, and he knew that you’d be a wreck too. 

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When you first saw Rooster sitting in the waiting room, your heart beat just a little faster. But although you loved him so deeply and so fiercely, his decision not to call you about what was going on had left you wondering if he understood just how important it was for you to know the whereabouts of your daughter right now. 

“Where is she?” You asked sternly. “Where’s my daughter?” Bradley could tell by the look in your eyes that you were pissed, but the love you had for Odette took priority. 

He sat in one of those plastic hospital waiting room chairs, dishevelled and worried that he’d crossed some invisible boundary. Bradley didn’t mean to keep you in the dark, it was never his intention. He was just so focused on Odette that he didn’t think of anything else. 

“She’s in surgery, they said someone would come give us an update as soon as she’s out.” Bradley explained as he stood from the chair he sat in and reached out to draw you into him. But you shrugged him off. “Y/n—“

“How am I the last person to find out my daughter has appendicitis?” You asked through a hiss. “Tell me Rooster how do you forget to tell the mother of the child you rushed to the emergency room that hey—we’re going to the hospital don’t freak out?” 

“I’m so unbelievably sorry.” Jake could tell that Bradley was sincere. “I was just so focused on Dot I didn’t stop to think, she was so upset, I just wanted her to be okay.” 

“Well she’s not alright is she!” It was just the fear talking, the fear taking over your critical thinking capabilities. “She’s in surgery getting her appendix removed and her mother wasn’t by her side to tell her everything would be alright because you—“ You shoved at Roosters chest, he didn’t budge. “Didn’t tell me what the hell was going on.” 

“Y/n, listen to me for a second alright sweetheart?” It was killing him, the idea that you were mad at him for doing whatever he could for Odette. 

“No—no don’t you dare sweetheart me right now Bradley, how could you not remember to ring me? Send me a fucking text?”

“Because I was looking after her! The little girl you left me to take care of! Her fever was getting out of control Fe!” It was one of the first fights the two of you had ever had. 

“She’s not your damn daughter Bradley!” You didn’t mean it, hell the words you spoke even shocked you and you could immediately tell that what you had said cut Bradley deep as his features softened In disappointment and frustration. “I’m her mother, and you should have called me when she was getting worse.” 

“Yeah—“ Bradley stiffened up as he looked over at Jake, he knew just how hurt you were by this mess but he never thought you’d throw Bradley’s ability to care for your little girl back in his face. “No yeah you’re totally right, I’m just gonna go, I’ll uh—I’ll just go back to my house and clean up the mess your daughter fucking makes all day because you’re too scared to send her back to daycare then.” 

It was your turn to be stunned. 

“Call me when she’s out, or don’t, I don’t care.” Bradley hissed as he walked past where you stood with his hands in his pockets and his tail between his legs. 

“I won’t!” You called back as you watched Bradley walk out of the front doors of the Miramar Base Hospital, wondering how the hell he was going to fix this god awful mess. 

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LESTAPPEN!DS AU (Tumblr deleted the ask but I am nothing if not persistent)

Ok I swear an ask just disappeared from my askbox because it was there before I went to make tea and now it is nowhere to be found but I really wanted to discuss it so I'm gonna answer it here anyway so anon who sent that ask, this is for you!

So it was about a poly!lestappen idea that I had for the D/S AU where you're a professional dom in Monaco and you dom both Max and Charles professionally. Except they both want more than that, so badly they want more than that. They don't know you dom the other until they run into each other outside of your offices and they're shocked but end up bonding over both wanting more with you and then eventually realise they actually want each other too, they want to both be your subs and have you be their dom, properly not just professionally.

The ask basically just asked for more info about this AU, how I think it would happen, where it would go after they realise they both have the same pro dom, etc.

Firstly, I think they'd go through a very brief phase of being jealous of each other. Neither of them are happy to actually meet one of your other subs. Knowing you're a professional dom with other subs is one thing, but actually seeing one of your other subs is another story.

So for a while they avoid each other like the plague, until there's a triple header where neither of them have been able to go back to Monaco and they both miss you so much. Charles goes to max, because he thinks max is the only one who would understand that he doesn't just need to submit to some random dom he needs you.

And Max does understand. They sit with each other that whole night, talking about how much they miss you and how much they hate the fact that you're a professional dom and not their own doms, that you'll never collar them.

They become a lot closer after that, but they take a while to tell you that they know about each other. They're both scared that they've broken some unnamed confidentiality rule, that you'd stop domming them if you knew they talked about you to each other.

It's the idea of bringing you to a race weekend that prompts them to finally tell you. It was Max's idea, after the third triple header where they both spend the last weekend curled up together (exactly how you would cuddle them), and max asks what would happen if they invited you to the second weekend in a triple header. Charles perks up immediately, because there's no denying how good that would be.

It's Charles who tells you they know each other in the end, not on purpose but because he's so fucked out and floating deep in subspace that he can't control what he babbles about. You've got him cuddled against your chest, and he's happily babbling away about how happy he is and how good you make him feel and then he just goes 'wanna cuddle you 'n maxy, maxy is so warm'.

You freeze, at first you don't realise who he's talking about but then you realise it's your max. Of course you knew that he knew Max, but considering the amount of NDAs you had to sign to scene with either of them, you assumed they'd never tell each other who they scened with. But apparently not, and apparently they cuddled together.

Charles doesn't even realise what he's done, and you don't bring it up then because it would probably send him right into a drop.

But later, after he's already left, you can't stop thinking about what he said.

You imagine then together, two of your subs cuddled up all warm and safe. You can't deny that they're both your favourite subs. You know you shouldn't have favourites, that you're just providing a service. But they are both such sweet good boys, and you wish they could be yours so badly.

Maybe Max convinced you to go out to coffee with him and Charles after you didnt react badly to finding out they know of each other and have clearly been talking about you.

You know you shouldn't have agreed to it, it certainly breaks every professional boundary in the book. But honestly... you want to spend more time with them.

Despite them trying to arrange more and more time with you and getting you to come to races, it takes them much longer to realise they actually want each other too. They manage to convince themselves that the only reason they enjoy cuddling and spending time together is because they miss you and know what you're like.

Which just... adorable really.

[cerealmonster15]

For hurt/comfort prompts I REALLY like 22 so... [churning the gears around in my mind] omg..... A bit of an ambitious prompt maybe but the tweels with azul from their childhood maybe 🙏 like saving him from bullies 🥺

shoutout to this anon from july of 2023 and im only now getting to it in october of 2024 sdkfsdkl i dont remember what the prompt was or the post this went with lol, but i remember asking for suggestions that i may or may not do and then i figured this would just be one of the ones i didnt get to - but then it kept lurking in my mind every now and then. and then just now when i was in the shower i had an idea. so here is a fic about tiny octotrio children.

[ao3 link] [See ao3 for more tags/notes]

Summary: During their childhood, Jade and Floyd make it a habit to see what that funny octopus from their class is doing by himself all the time. Azul just wants to be left alone to his studying, but sometimes a pair of troublesome twins can come with its benefits.

Word count: 828

“I told you to leave me alone!” Young Azul’s voice squeaked out in what was otherwise a quiet, ocean night. “I’m busy, so go away!”

“But we’re sooo booored,” Floyd complained, coming up to swim circles around the octopus pot that his classmate was hiding away inside.

“What are you working on today?” Jade asked, attempting to peek inside the dark, shadowy opening - Earning him a frantic SMACK from a stray tendril.

“None of your business!” Azul insisted. “G-go bother the others! I’m sure they’ve sent you in the first place, anyway.”

“Huh?” Floyd bonked his head against the side of the pot. “What’ve the other kids got to do with us?”

“Don’t play dumb. I know you’ve heard exactly what the other kids say, and I’m not repeating it just so you can laugh at me!”

“Do you have any more of those shells with your spells drawn on?” Jade asked, completely ignoring Azul’s protests. “I wanted to get a closer look at your research practice.”

“Yeah, c’mon out, Octy!” Floyd insisted, swimming over next to Jade to try and stick his head in the opening. “It’s no fun in this teeny-tiny pot, is it? Hehe, should I come see?”

“NO!” Azul shrieked, shoving Floyd out of his pot with another forceful tendril’s push. “Stay out! Don’t you have somewhere better to be, anyway?!”

“Like where?” Jade asked, giggling at how far his brother glided backwards from such an intense push. 

“Prince Rielle’s having his birthday party right now, isn’t he?” Azul answered. “Go bother him instead.”

“Uh, who’s that?” Floyd asked, swimming right back to the front of the pot, completely undeterred by Azul’s shove. 

“Are you stupid?!” This time, Azul’s face briefly peeked back out at the twins from the shadow. “He’s in our CLASS. Everyone was invited to his stupid party, so just go already!”

He quickly retreated back into the shadows of his pot before either twin could get too close.

Jade attempted a different tactic of swimming up above the octopus pot and allowing his tail to dangle down in front of the opening. “Why aren’t you there, then?”

Something that sounded like a blend between a grumble and a sob came from the pot in response. “I don’t want to. The others will just complain that I’ll ruin Prince Rielle’s party with my ink.”

“Oh.” Floyd followed his brother’s example and started poking his tail into the pot. “Who gives a shit about that?”

Azul gasped, caught off guard by his classmate’s blunt, unique choice of words.

“Oh, Floyd,” Jade giggled again, “you really should watch your language.”

Azul couldn’t see his face, but he was sure that Jade was smiling. He reached his tendrils out and tightly wrapped them around the tips of their intrusive tails, preparing to toss them away once more. 

“Hehe, you’re pretty good at squeezing!” Floyd said, attempting to entwine his tail with Azul’s tendril and tried to match his squeezing strength. 

“He has a very firm grip,” Jade agreed.

Just as Azul was going to launch the eels off his pot, he froze, hearing more voices approaching.

“Oooh, is the octopus crying in his pot again today?” The voice of another kid from class called out. “Careful, you two, or you’ll get caught in his gross ink storm!”

Azul quickly released the twins and pulled his tentacles back into the deep recesses of his pot. Maybe if he didn’t say anything, they’d just go away…

“Aww, just when things were getting good…” Floyd said, sounding quite disappointed that Azul did not end up launching him across the ocean as anticipated. He let out a loud, dramatic sigh, then addressed the approaching kids. “Hey, what’re you doin’ here? Don’tcha have a party to be at or whatever?”

“We’re on our way,” another kid answered, “but you’re not bringing him with you, are ya?”

“He’s only going to spoil the fun!” Whined a third.

“Oh, spoil the fun?” Repeated Jade. He turned to face his brother, a grin spreading across his face. “But we were just having so much fun moments ago, weren’t we, Floyd?”

Floyd grinned back. “Yeah, we were, Jade… It’s too bad a few dumasses came to ruin it, huh?”

The twins swam away from the pot, and towards the small group. 

“Guess we’ll just have to make our own fun - but I don’t think we’ll find that at the party,” Floyd said. “Hey, Jade- Whaddaya say we try out one of those grippy-shove-punch things Octy was doing earlier, huh?”

“I think that would be very fun,” Jade agreed. 

Their other classmates shrieked, swimming as fast and as far away as they could from the octopus pot as the twins chased them, laughing gleefully. Azul slowly poked his head out of the pot as the noise died down, spotting the others thrashing about way off in the distance.

Perhaps not every classmate Azul had would need to face his vengeance, when the time came. 

[faiseuse-d-histoires]

Well, you saying you dont know the answer of what should happened to Pen tells me more than anything. What she did it wasnt that badN it wasnt that important. Really, marina like went really well, eloise have the pretty never bad bridgertons and all the money and beauty and the protection of her brother ( unlike Colin Who is hate by him) . Are you telling you are naking that problem for a silly beast comment?? Im sure you had call poor fst girl worst in school and here you are. You just hate her for the sake of it. Thats the truth, if your dislike was genuine for her actions you would knlw the answer. Just what i thought. Another buller. And please dont lie, you didnt like Pen from books either. For Kate and Anthony you base their personalities with the ones in the books ( she is nit a family person in the show) but for Pen you dont think of that cute girls in the book and críticamente the writer like you did with KA, you blame Pen, the wallflower

Just because the consequences are any less dire because others persons intervened doesn't erase that what show Penelope wrote was actually ruinous and malicious and could have been disastrous. It's actually quite sad that in need to defend her, you have to dismiss others' suffering, and banalize what she writes, what she makes money of.

One laughable thing is that you don't actually seem to have grasped that I was being sarcastic while saying "oh, I don't know". Had you read the entire post, you would have had your answer. What should happen to her? Well, show Penelope should learn that her words have consequences, can hurt people, ostracize them, ruin them. She should learn that she could have made Marina ostracized by her words, prompting the girl to dangerous options, just because she did not want her crush to marry her, and that it is not ok (and it even backfired on her, because by association, there was that disgrace on her family that prompted Eloise to seek LW to do something about it). She should learn that calling someone a beast, especially a WOC, certainly for comic relief, or even insulting anyone like that is not ok. That antagonizing the queen was never a good idea in the first place. She should learn that she cannot criticize one for not doing something when she actually made sure that person was stopped from actually doing anything about it, else it is very hypocritical. That by unravelling everyone's dirty laundry and even twisting things at her convenience, of course it can have dire consequences and she is responsible for it.

This season had people dismissing the consequences of her actions and praising her. That should not be the case. It is at least realistic to think at least some will just give her hell for it, and some families refuse to invite her.

That doesn't mean she can't make amends. That she deserves to be unloved and alone for the rest of her life, or to be bullied. Just that she should aspire to be a better person (she certainly could have the power to inspire more reflection about social classes, the status of women, etc), and not one that thrives on others'misery while still maintaining a holier-than-thou attitude. I certainly cannot root for that last kind of person.

You keep bringing up the body, the wallflower parts. You keep patting yourself in the shoulder, telling yourself you are right. At this point, it seems you are making your own story and do not read at all what I actually said. I can see clearly you need to vent and have your enemy (any unresolved issues, perhaps), and anyone would do, and perhaps it must feel very satisfying to throw hateful words while being anonymous, for you do so on and on (I will certainly not read the others that are rotting in my inbox, and that will find their place in the bin). It is still very much a coward and a bully's move.

[rontra]

this ask/reply is long so im just putting it together as a textpost help me shark if you're out there

Anonymous asked: hi ok im super super sorry if this is bothering you but ive been meaning to ask it for like 6 months or something . i was introduced to your work via skin game and my brain latched to it ever since i read it. me and some other friends really enjoyed the fic even if it was a short read and i was wondering if youre comfortable sharing chapter 2 either publicly or privately? again im ultra mega sorry if this comes off as creepy or weird or something ive been stressing over it for liek 3 days since i didnt want to bother you :(

either way, love your work so much. your fanart introduced me to both arknights and rwby (though a friend kind of pushed me to actually start watching it lol) and theyre both really great series :) your work is a huge inspiration for me and my friend group and your writing is just insane /pos

(3rd paragraph omitted bc i cant priv reply and im excluding your offsite info even if its under a readme HFDBHJF)

hi shark!! ofc i remember you we are like soldiers side by side in the trenches of takano posting 🫡

so first of all thank you so much for following and enjoying my work 🥰 i'm always happy to help drag people into the arknights/rwby zone HEHEHE i'm glad you enjoy what i make!!! it means a lot to me 😊 thank you!!!

now. THE THING ABOUT skin game ch2. is that it's pretty rough. i had a look at it the last time something prompted me to think about the fic and it's not really presentable (i don't know if i even finished editing it back in ….. 6 years ago… oh god). it also doesn't have all of its art (which might be a blessing in disguise given the art it does have is …. 6 years old… oh god)

getting it to a state i consider readable would take a good chunk of work, which is why i put it off again after looking at it. it's almost 12 thousand words of … uhhh… shall we say… unnnnpolished material. i think i couldn't even share it privately because i would be embarrassed to show someone something so unfinished and janky. not to mention not having all of its art finished. so i got kind of stuck last time and just put it off again bc the amount of work it very obviously needed was like. "Christ OK Not Now" yknow…

it does bolster the spirit when i remember you and your friends. it means a lot to me that you care about it even after so long!!! i just have NO idea when i'm going to get around to editing something of that magnitude @_@ i was really a dummy about chapter lengths back then… HFDBHJGJMK

it's really kind of a shame too becahse chapter 1 and 2 together are sort of the introductory portion for our 2 primary characters. so it feels like only half of the intro is done right now. since ch1 detailed how kyrie ended up at that plaza meeting takano, ch2 would detail how takano ended up there, meeting kyrie. and then we would proceed into the future from there. as a renowned Takano Guy, obviously i was very interested in this, but for various reasons i never finished polishing it and drawing the art…

ch2 also features ikuko so you KNOW its dear to me

overall being like 5-6 yrs old theres a disconnect where i don't feel like ch2 right now is achieving what it should, and i see a lot of concrete problems with concrete solutions, but it's an editing of such Magnitude that it keeps being pushed back in favor of other stuff. oh, ephemeral soul…

some of the art i did get done for it is pretty cute though, like these baby miyos;

so that's pretty good, but i didnt FINISH drawing the art, ARGHH

it is really hard to say. bc when i KNOW there's people out there who remember it and care about it, that does motivate me to return to it. but it has a lot of stuff that needs doing, and is a very old project, so it's unclear to me right now when it would receive the attention it desperately needs before it can be shown to other people... i super can't in clear conscience accept anything like payment/etc for that kind of vague half-promise either, although i appreciate the thought xD

i'm sorry it's such an inconclusive answer, but i am sort of an inconclusive guy when it comes to projects... i jump around a lot as i'm sure you've observed in your time following me 😭 it's important to me to have that freedom, but i do care about SG too, so we just sort of have to see if i can surmount the magnitude of the work i accidentally set up for myself half a decade ago (*turning into stone*)

but it makes me smile when i remember you're out there thinking about this weird little AU. so, thanks. 😌 a soul still burns...

.

and then after all that CH3 was going to have more of best girl 🥺.....

WARGH <- BEARER OF THE CURSE

[miinteaa]

Okay so, as far as I know, you don't have Twitter, but I have an account to promote my fanfics for the most part, and I have discovered the big wide world of fandom events, specifically Bungo Stray Dogs fandom events and namely the Shin Soukoku Big Bang event (which, I assumed it was just me that didn't know what a Big Bang event was? But in case you are unfamiliar with it as well, basically they pair up writers and artists either by writers pitching their ideas and artists signing up for the ones they like best or by artists pitching sketches and writers signing up for the one they like best to work together to create an art/story combo?) and anyways since it's my second year being heavily involved in fandom, I have not been involved in fandom events like this before but I'm very excited to participate in this year's SSKK Big Bang event as a writer and I have a very good idea for the prompt I wanna write and since I know you draw very good SSKK art, I figured I would let you know that this event is happening in case you wanted to participate, they're doing an interest check form to see how they're going to structure it right now and then sign ups will open this weekend, but yeah I figured I'd let you know (and also sometimes they let people sign up in teams depending on the event from what I've gathered so if you wanted to work together on a SSKK piece to post in like the fall I think that'd be very fun, but absolutely no pressure 👉🏽👈🏽)

ooooo cool!!! yeah i never really knew what big bang events were, like i'd heard of it, but didnt really know what they are. It sounds sounds super fun though, and I'm definitely going to sign up, and if you want to we should totally work together!!!

[wilsonthemoose]

sorry to bother you but i have fic idea.

steve jobs gave a commencement speech at standford in 2005 when sam spose to graduate. how about an au in which sam did finish college and listened to his speech. it can split up in three parts: connecting dots, love and loss, and death like steves’ speech. the connecting dots can be about the past and hes thinking about how his life started with the death of his mom. thinking about all of the motel rooms and how he saw a kids being normal. how that pushed him to work hard in school. or it can be about his teacher telling him that he can have more in life and inspired him to go to standford. the love and lost part can be about how he lost dean/john but found love with jess. it would be about his life with jess. little snippets of their life together. her laughing. a picnic. their first kiss. the beautiful mundane life in college. the death part can be about the future and it is a flash foward of sam just lying on the ground in cold oak dead bc he and dean didnt come back together.

i should honestly probably write smthng myself one day instead of sending asks. this has been rattling in my head for a while now.

Hi! I'm not bothered in the least, thank you for trusting me with such a cool prompt! I hadn't heard this speech before so thank you for that too.

You should totally write something, if your analysis and this prompt are any indication, I think you'd make an excellent writer, you have an eye for themes and motifs and also a very good understanding of characters, a good combo.

As for the prompt itself, I'm just now finishing up on another prompt (yours, I think) that had me banging my head against a proverbial wall for the past 5 months, so either this is excellent timing and I've hit a groove and will (hopefully) find an angle on this quickly, or it might take another 5 months (or longer). Who knows.

Bit of a challenge to be honest, partly because Sam was such a different person at the start of the show and pre-season 4 Sam is never easy to write in a way that will be recognizable. He was feisty and angry and filled to the brim with self-righteousness, most of which went away later. More so because I've never started with a parable or metaphor before, mostly they show up themselves somewhere near the end and I work them into one of the later drafts. All that to say: I'm not sure my skills match up to this but I will definitely be trying to write it. I'll probably end up taking quite a while though, (which is also why I'm answering this now with nothing to show for myself :p didn't want to leave you hanging!)

Quick question though: do you mean Sam and Dean never reconciled after he left for Stanford? And Azazel yanked him to Cold Oak from where ever he was? So is Jess still alive?

Or do you mean Dean hasn't shown up there yet?

[jdsmineralwater]

okay okay so

im deciding to post this now because i saw an instagram post about a theatre production incorporating ai into the show and it tipped me over the edge. the comments were torn, half saying that its bad and wrong and stealing jobs, the other half saying that its progressive and noone lost their job or was replaced and it should be encouraged and "did you even read the article".

so im going to be blunt. i didnt read the article. i dont particularly care what about this production is different that makes ai topical or practical or why noone really lost their jobs. because its not about this one production. its about every production. its about the principle.

my irls are probably rolling their eyes rn and the ones i dont have on here would too if they could see this, because all i ever talk about these days is the principle. but its whats important.

"chat gpt is a great tool for finding information! but i write the essay myself" is fine at first. but it becomes "chat gpt is a great tool for finding information!" and then "chat gpt is great at planning my essays!" and then "chat gpt is great at writing my essays!" very quickly. sure, in one scenario chat gpt was good, but with every new person, every new challenge, every new assignment, it becomes more and more twisted into something abused and used until the original message was lost. the idea that its an aid is lost.

ai are feeding off of our content that we put online. all of my fanfiction, all of your fanart, all of your posts, all of my posts, this post. if you think you or your ai is the exception, you are not.

chat gpt is not a good ai.

meta ai is not a good ai.

character ai is not a good ai.

c.ai is not a good ai.

myai is not a good ai.

no ai is good ai.

i know someone irl that was convinced that c.ai was the only way to get the content they wanted. that, no joke, the ao3 tagging system was too complicated to find what they wanted specifically.

but guess what- you can dm a fic writer, or send them an ask, or leave them a comment, with the same prompts youd leave an ai (granted with a bit more manners) AND THEYLL WRITE SOMETHING FOR YOU. writers exist to write, someone out there has either written what you want to read or is willing to. someone out there has either drawn what you want to see or is willing to. someone is willing to do that roleplay. someone is willing to do that job. hell, even some people are willing to write that essay.

dont let ai take away human creativity, human jobs, and humanity. stop engaging with it. it is harmful, and it is harming you too, even if you dont know it yet.

trust this evening ill be on with an ESSAY abt ai

trust

[chelleztjs18]

Faux Doppelgänger (W.M)

Wanda Maximoff x FemaleAvengers!Reader

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x FemaleAvengers Reader! ; (Avengers AU)

Summary: You have a surprise costume, hoping that Wanda will eventually like Halloween plus you have a little secret mission to pull off. Will Wanda help you?

Warnings: None, another fluff with Wanda :) some swearing words..

Requested: Yes.

Prompts: 9. "And just what exactly are you supposed to be?"

A/N: Hi again! This is a little late Halloween fic from the requests. I don't really feel confident about this but I really hope y'all like it. I didnt have the chance to proof read this, I got a little busy. Also, let's pretend that Wanda is a lot taller than Nat. Happy reading! Thank you @maximotts for the idea of Wanda's funny line about Nat. Thank you @honey-sweet-hiraeth for giving me idea to add.

Halloween Masterlist | Main Masterlist

“Detka, are you okay? Do you need my help?” Wanda asks you from your shared bedroom as she hears you are struggling in the bathroom putting on your Halloween costume. “I’m good, Wands. Just stay there. It’s a surprise costume for you.” You refuse her nicely as you keep getting ready.

“Do we really have to go to Tony’s halloween party downstairs, y/n? We can just cuddle and watch sitcoms together. I’ll give you a back rub while we watch them.” Wanda asks and tries her best to avoid anything Halloween related. It’s the third Halloween since you both started dating.

Wanda doesn’t like Halloween. It even makes her grumpy, every single year. Everybody in the compound knows that but have no clue why. You don't either. Until you and Wanda officially dated, she told you why. It reminds her of her childhood in Sokovia and her parents who have already passed. Even Pietro can’t change her mind about the spooky season.

Being the understanding girlfriend you are, you and Wanda stayed in on the first Halloween together. The second year, you managed to have Wanda carved pumpkins together which made the team mates very impressed even though both of you ended up passing the costume party invitation at the Avengers compound.

This year, you have been nonstop but indirectly beg Wanda to consider to come. You just want to show Wanda that Halloween can be a little fun too and you are just trying to cheer her up.

“Oh that sounds really tempting, Wands but I really hope you can go with me, even though for just a little bit. We can come back up here whenever you want, I promise. I just want you to have fun, love.” You reply.

“How are we going there when I don’t even have a costume to wear?” Wanda once again pitches her effort to get away with it.

“Don’t worry, Wanda, my dear. I got it covered and it’s another fun surprise.” You stated. Wanda rolls her eyes. “I know you are rolling your eyes now, Wanda.” Your words caught her red handed. “No, I’m not.” She denied.

“Yeah, right, Wands. Okay, I’m ready. Close your eyes, babe.” excitement wraps your tone as you request. A sigh escapes the brunette ‘s lips and she closes her eyes. “Okay, my eyes are closed now.”

Wanda hears slow footsteps that sound like from a pair of high heels taps. Her forehead creases in confusion and she wonders if she hears what she thinks it is.

She feels your presence in front of her and she hears your voice “Okay. open your eyes, Wanda.”

“Tadaaaaaa! Surprise!” You exclaimed as you opened your arms widely presenting your looks but silence was what you got for a few seconds. Her green eyes observe you from head to toe and back to the top then look at you puzzled. You started to stand awkwardly until she finally broke the silence.

“And just what exactly are you supposed to be?” Her accent shows up when she questions you even though she has an idea what you are or who you are to be exact. The Sokovian witch tilts her head as she is waiting for your answer.

“I’m YOU, sweetheart!” You respond as your hands try to mimic hers when she uses her magic during fights. Her eyebrows jump up and she bats her lashes after she hears your answer.

You gain a mix of confusion and surprise from her. “Those are my suits and boots?”

“Yep. Your suits and boots, not from the store. Except for the wig though, I bought it.” Your answer is followed by a joke. “Yes, I can see that, sweetheart. My hair is better than that.” Wanda plays along with your joke and a little smile curved up on her face.

“There we go, that’s the smile I wanted to see. Well, do I look like you, Wanda?”

Another small laugh forces its way out. “Yes, you do but my hands don’t do that.” Wanda points out your “flaw” on your costume being Wanda Maximoff. “What did you mean? Yes, they do.” You tackle your girlfriend’s comment.

“No. I move my hands like this.” Wanda moves her hands a little and still looks so elegant and, just like that, you float up with red magic wisp wrapped around you. “Wanda, darling. Put me down, please. We need to go to the party soon. If you put me down, I will give a foot massage every night.”

You finally float down and land softly on your feet while Wanda says “Okay, deal. We’ll go to the party.” at the same time. This time Wanda laughs out loud and suddenly you feel that all of your efforts were worth it.

“But, y/n, don’t forget to change the boots. We know that you can’t walk wearing any footwear with high heels. “No, I’m gonna wear these boots to the party. I want to look taller when Natasha sees me at the party later.”

“Taller? Why? You never care about your height.” Wanda looks perplexed.

“Well, I told her about my plan to cheer you up by picking to look like you on Halloween and she laughed. Of course she teases me, like always and she thinks that I will drown in your suit because I’m way shorter than you. She said that I have the same height as her.” You hesitantly lay out your plan to Wanda, worried that she will say no to it.

“What? She is shorter than you and you are not that much shorter than me. Nobody calls you short, except for me.” Wanda squeezes in her own tease about you in her reactions to what you told her.

“Yesss! That’s what I have been telling her. She is shorter than me and you and I are not much different in height. But you know how she is, she won’t admit that I’m right.” You let out what’s on your mind about your best friend’s antics.

“Okay, detka. Let’s prove it to Nat that my girlfriend is taller than her. Where’s my costume?” Wanda smiles. “Yeah, I have it right here.” You walk wobbly and carefully to grab the costume you pick for her for tonight.

Your left hand holds up a suit in front of your Sokovian girlfriend. Once again, you caught Wanda in such bewilderment. “Wait, is that Nat’s suit? I’m confused. Does she know you have her suit?”

“Yes, Wands, it is and no, she doesn’t know I have it.”

“So you steal her suit?” She raises her eyebrows in interest.

“I didn’t steal it. Well, I borrowed it from her…secretly.” You grin awkwardly. “I want you to wear her suit please, Wanda.” your doe eyes look at hers.

“Y/n, it will be too short for me. Oh geez, you got a red haired wig too?” Wanda tries to refuse but gets distracted midway as soon as she sees the wigs you are holding together with Nat’s suit.

“I did. This wig looks exactly like her hair. And, Wanda, that was my point. Her suit is too short for you means she is way shorter than you and imagine if she sees me not drowning in your suit it means—” You ramble out your point and Wanda finishes your sentence “It means that you are taller than Nat.”

“YES! YES! Thank you!" You cheer and lure out a laugh from Wanda. “Okay, I get it. I’ll do it.” With that, Wanda gets ready and both of you go down to the party after.

_____

Both of you are waiting for the elevator taking you to where the party is at. “Ugh, this suit is too short, y/n. It barely covers me.” Wanda complains in soft grunts while her hands are busy fixing the suit that’s failed doing its job. “I know, Wanda. We are just gonna be there for a little bit to tease Nat, have a little drink and we will come up to the room. I promise.” You grab her hands, rub your thumb on the back of her hand and then kiss it right after you respond to her discomfort. Then you kiss her neck gently to tease her and you earn a cute giggle from the sweet brunette.

An AI voice tells you that the elevator has reached your desired floor. The sounds of muffled bass from the party music slowly gets louder and more clear as the door slowly opens. “Come on.” You smile at her as you pull Wanda’s hand gently. Her steps follow yours.

“Oh my god, y/n. There are a lot of people here. This is embarrassing.” Wanda whispers in your ear. “You look cute actually. Your abs look hot too.” You whisper back a reply playfully and her eyes dart at you as soon as she turns her head at you. “Seriously? Right now?”

You saw your teammates hang out in one spot all together and Tony waves at both of you to join. “There they are.” and you join them.

“Hey, guys. Look who decided to come with me tonight.” You greet them as your eyes search for Natasha secretly while you walk carefully.

“Wow, y/n! Look at you struggling in walking with high heels and you brought my sister with you here? That’s huge!! Hi sestra! I’m so glad you are here.” Pietro is the first to greet you and give you both hugs. “Hi Piet.”

“I know, right! I’m so proud of her. Also, these heels are killing me.” You smile at Pietro in pride shortly before you wince from how hard and painful it is walking on heels.

“Hold on, what are you tonight?” Thor asks. You look at him who is wearing a gladiator costume then look at the others. No answer comes out from you but you do Wanda’s famous head tilt then you do her hand gestures.

Instantly, everybody says “Aaaaahh” in realization at the same time. “You are Wanda.” The blonde super soldier guessed his obvious correct answer. You nod. “Wow, Steve, didn’t have time to buy a costume so you just decided to wear your old uniform?” You tease him with your comment and he smiles in embarrassment. “Yep. Guilty.”

“But Wanda, who are you tonight?” Sam asks. “Yeah, witchy. Did you get the wrong size or something?” Tony comments at how Wanda keeps pulling the suit down to cover her body even though she knows it won’t help. “Oh come on, guys. You can’t see who I am tonight? Wanda gives a subtle hint.

“Wait, is that Nat’s suit?” Clint threw out his best guess confidently while holding his laugh at the same time.

“Bingo! So where is Nat? I want her to see this” You exclaimed once more tonight. You look around to find the Russian Avengers. “Well, Nat knows that her suit will be too short for Wanda, right?” Tony adds as he hands you and Wanda shots. “Oh, she doesn’t even know I’m wearing this tonight.” Wanda quickly corrects Tony's words and takes the shot she got from him.

“I feel like there is something more than just a halloween costume going on here. There’s gotta be more than this.” Yelena chimes in her thoughts. “Yep, you are right, Lena.” You acknowledge her statement.

"Y/n wants to prove to Nat that she's taller than her, that's why she wears my suit and I wear Nat's." The Sokovian twin sister explains on your behalf while she is busy with the suit, once more.

The blonde Russian snorts a laugh. "Oh my god! That is so genius! But my sister is definitely gonna kill you, y/n." She warns you while giving you a high five and compliments. Hearing you laugh out loud and seeing how happy you are, all of her discomfort and dislike of Halloween and how short the suit is suddenly disappeared. Now, Wanda is really on board to tease Nat and help you to prove whatever you want to.

"Nat! Come here! You gotta see this! Oh I can't wait to see what's gonna happen when she realizes what's going on." Tony's little wave at Nat led her to join in. “Natasha! Hi! You move closer cautiously to her but you try to hide it with your thrilled greetings at her and give her a hug.

“Oh wow, Y/n. That’s Wanda’s suit?” The redhead looks at you in disbelief. She was internally surprised that you were right but of course being a hard headed she is, she tries to hide it well.

“Uh huh. I told you, I would fit in.” Your ego clearly controls your proud expression and tone.

“It’s still too long for you though.” Natasha still teases you and nonchalantly retorts. Wanda notices and comes to the rescue. “Hi Nat. You look nice in your Poison Ivy costume.” She smiles at the shorter Avengers after she greets her to grab her attention.

“Thanks, Wand– Is that…my suit???” Her eyes rounded, her lips slightly open. The ex assassin looks baffled. “Yeah, it’s too short for me, Nat.” Wanda starts to feel that she is having fun, especially when she watches Natasha’s reaction.

“How did you—Ugh, y/n? Did you steal my suit?” Another question jumped out of Natasha’s lips. “Borrow, to be exact, Nat.” You tackle her accusation even though you know she was right. You love teasing her, you know what you just said will bother her.

“Don’t worry, Nat, we’ll return it to you.” Wanda chimes in with a playful smile and in a little move of her fingers, her crimson magic tendrils wrap around her body. In a blink of an eye, she is no longer wearing the suit anymore but Natasha’s other short dress instead with a long red haired wig now. Still, Wanda has to keep fixing the dress that almost gives up covering her lower upper thighs.

“Ooooohhhh…” Your friends react at the same time. They are all surprised with the change Wanda made. “Wait, are we playing a guessing game now, Maximoff? Who are you now? I swear you look familiar.” Tony asks while he is trying to recall who she is trying to be now.

“Isn’t it Nat’s short black and red dress? Wow, now that short dress is really really short on Wanda.” As soon as Yelena recognizes the dress, it boosts Tony’s memory.

“OH! You are Nat when she disguises as Natalie Rushman! I knew it!” Tony’s loud remark soon followed by the laugh from the rest of the Avengers. Meanwhile Natasha, she is a little embarrassed and her mind is thinking how to get a payback or maybe how to kick your ass.

“Really? Wow, both of you, that was a low move. You guys seriously did all that just to–” Natasha lets out a playful sarcastic response but you interrupt her.

“To prove to you that I’m taller than you?” Yes and it was all worth it. Did you see how short your suit is on Wanda? And I fit pretty well on Wanda’s. So, you are shorter than me.” You tap the tip of her nose gently. Wanda giggles and she can see Nat is trying to hold a smile.

“Awww tinie widow. Smol Natty.” Wanda continues poking fun out of the situation while baby-talk at her and pats the crown of Nat’s head gently as if she is a short little kid. It easily gains more laughter. Natasha knows better than she can’t win against Wanda’s magic so she lets her get away with it.

You are surprised by what Wanda just did and it makes you want to do the same thing. You look at your red haired favorite team mates but Natasha knows you very well and she warns you. “I know what you are thinking, Y/n. Don’t you dare do it or I will kick your ass.”

Of course you ignore her warning and do it anyway, giving her two little soft pats and doing the same baby talks.

“You better run, you little shit.” Natasha gives you the final warning.

So off you go, run from her but you trip a little. You forgot you are wearing Wanda’s boots, once again your girlfriend comes to the rescue. Her magic  from her left hand prevented you from falling, then in a split second the boots changed to your shoes. Her right hand spreads out the magic to hold Natasha from moving.

“There, now you can run, detka. Go! Before Nat kicks your ass.” Wanda instructs. “Oh come on, Wanda! That’s not fair! Let me go..” Natasha demands.

Right when Wanda thinks that you are far enough, she finally lets Natasha go and surely, she starts to sprint as fast as she can to get you. All the other friends can do right now is just shake their head after seeing the usual view of your and Natasha’s “feud”. Everybody is having a good time, including Wanda. She laughs seeing Natasha who is trying to get you while you run or try to hide.

“Well, sestra, Halloween is not so bad, right?” The silver haired Maximoffs asks her. “No, not so bad at all. I love it and I love her.” Her eyes sparkle with joy and such adoration looking at how goofy you are.

A/n: Welp that's all the fluff from me for today. Let me know what you think. Follow me for more and see you in next!

Cheerio!

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[bumbleklee]

how genshin characters would react to you have suicidal thoughts or self-harm thoughts

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★ request for @ranbalsa <3 sorry this is so delayed, pls forgive me

★ content warning: this could be extremely triggering for some! there will be mentions of suicidal and self-harm thoughts as well as mentions of self-harm scars (national suicide prevention hotline: 800-273-8255)

★ characters included: beidou, fischl, lisa, jean, ningguang, kaeya, venti, albedo, zhongli, childe and diluc - these can be interpreted as platonic or romantic

beidou

if i had to choose one word to describe beidou, it would be caring

between the way people talk so highly about her in their voice lines to the little kids that like to play pirates and are always talking about how she gives them candy, it’s clear beidou is a very kindhearted person

so if you were having bad thoughts about hurting yourself, beidou would stop what she was doing and get you on her ship in no time

she figured that being out in the middle of the sea gave you no chance to actually hurt yourself + the waves and serenity were sure to calm you

she would spend the entire trip by your side, whispering how important you were to her and everyone back home and how foolish it would be if you took your own life

she would also get down to the root of the issue and try to give you as much advice as possible

beidou would finally sail back home once she decided you were stable again

fischl

i think fischl probably deals with some of these issues herself since her whole personality is based off a story book

but speaking of that, if you go to fischl in a state of panic i think she would sit you down on her bedroom floor and read you a book

her calming voice mixed with the distraction of a fairytale would help your breathing even out and you would ultimately forget about those thoughts you were having

if the story didnt help, then she would just talk to you about anything and everything

she might even invite bennett and razor over and four of you could make a little powow in her living room to make you feel better about yourself

lisa

even hearing you mention hurting yourself would send lisa into a “motherly mode” 

she may not seem like it, but she cared deeply for everyone in mondstadt and never wanted anyone to hurt like that - especially you

like fischl, lisa would probably try distracting you with a book

she would take you into the library and pick out some novels or stories that would take your mind off your previous thoughts

she would sit with you and when you were ready, talk to you about why you were feeling the way you were and what she could do to help

she’s a smart women and if there’s one thing she understands more than anything, its you

jean

she panics

not on purpose, of course. but if jean walks in you harming yourself or hears you say something worrying, she would panic

she was never good in situations like this, afraid she would say the wrong thing and upset you more

but at the end of the day, jean was jean and she always smacked some sense into herself to properly help you through this bump in the road

jean would get down to the root of your issue and work her way out from there

to help you feel better, jean would order a pizza and let you indulge in it with her and after that, she would listen to you vent about what was making you upset

jean is also good at passing off tasks she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle which means if jean thought she seriously couldn’t help you, she would get someone who could

your wellbeing is more important than her pride

ningguang

she wouldn’t understand at first

it would be a lie to say ningguang didn’t live in a fantasy bubble sometimes

she cared about you, yes, but never experienced your pain before and had trouble grasping it right away

but once she did, she was very attentive 

if you wanted medical help, ningguang would hire the best doctors in teyvat to help you through this

if you didn’t, then ningguang would do her very best to console you

she would try to distract you with lavish gifts and expensive dinners and while it was nice being spoiled by her, it didn’t make your problems go away

the last thing ningguang wanted was for you to hurt yourself so like jean, if she needed to bring in a professional to help, she would

kaeya

he would find out about your bad habit by walking in on you self harming

he was freaking out on the inside but stayed calm on the outside, coaxing you away from the blade and helping you clean up your wounds

you would be a nervous wreck for a while and kaeya would hold you in his arms

like jean, he would try and get to the root of the issue and find out why you were feelings these things

he loved you more than anything and he wouldn’t know what he would do if you succeeded in taking your own life one day

on that day onwards, kaeya was determined to make you happy again

he puts your needs before his and does everything in his power to make sure you’re always okay

and if you relapse, kaeya never gets mad. he understands this is a hard cycle to break but he’s determined to help you through it

venti

he might be more upset than you

venti treated you like the archon in the relationship and when you revealed to him you were having suicidal thoughts, his world came crashing down

he blamed himself for a while and drank a lot more at diluc’s tavern but after a stern warning from diluc, venti realized this was doing nothing for either of you

he spent his days with you, walking you around mondstadt and showing you beautiful flowers and cool bugs

his goal was to show you the beauty of the world and convince you that taking your own life would prevent you from experiencing more 

if you self harmed, venti would kiss your scars and make you bracelets made out of cecilia flowers to cover the marks

albedo

he would accidentally be insensitive, at least at first. your relationship was new to him and he was still trying to figure out all of his emotions so when you made a comment about suicide, he took it densely

he didn’t understand why someone would want to kill themselves and told you that exactly

it was only after sucrose snapped at him and explained how you were feeling that albedo screwed his head on right

after apologizing, he would try his best to help you

he would create new potions that might help with your depression or other mental disorders and document your moods and feelings to help him understand what you were going through

it was difficult and sucrose added in a lot of support as well

zhongli

he noticed your self harm scars the minute you two got close but being the respectful man he is, he never pointed them out

he let you come to him and explain them yourself

if you pick up self harming later in your relationship, zhongli is quick to notice and take action

as aggravating as it was, zhongli hid all sharp objects in your apartment and took charge if you needed any of them for something

he made you promise to go to him if you were having thoughts of hurting yourself again

zhongli would make you tea infused with herbs to help worries and bring you relaxation and (in small amounts) happiness

he would take walks with you around liyue if you were having urges and let you cry into his chest in frustration 

this was childe’s idea but if you needed to do something badly, zhongli would take you into an abandoned part of liyue and create fragile, thin rocks for you to smash onto the ground and satisfy that need

childe

having five siblings, he knew how to handle suicidal thoughts

his older sister went through a similar phase like you were now and childe would help you based on how he helped her

childe liked to wrap you in blankets so tightly you couldn’t move, the pressure calming you down and usually causing you to fall asleep

he gives you so, so, so many compliments during this time. he’s so proud of you and so in love with your strength

he wants you to stay with him forever so he’s determined to get these thoughts out of your head 

if you attempt, childe will not leave your side

he’ll stay with you throughout your infirmary visit and even when you’re discharged back home

he’s scared of loosing you

like ningguang, he’ll shower you in gifts to make you feel special 

diluc

like jean, he panics

he thinks it’s his fault somehow and you have to heartbreakingly explain that its not, that your brain is just wired differently 

diluc tries to keep you by his side at all times for a while

he takes you to work with him so you can sit at the bar or he’ll have you walk around with him through the grape vines in the evening

you wake up more often than not to his strong arms around you and as annoying at it is, it’s comforting to know someone loves you this much

he’s afraid of loosing you like he lost his father

diluc was good at shutting down rumors as well. if you had scars, people would talk and diluc would give them one nasty glare and they would shut up

at the end of the day, he just wanted you to be okay

[ofstormsandfire]

other than *gestures* the obvious, whats pk lying about ? in general i didnt really understand the question of what everyone's theories were supposed 2 be on ?

i havent played in a while but did pk like.. say his machinery was the best or ?

I mean, I think everything he's lied about is obvious now, but I've also been invested in HK lore for. a while now.

Rather major spoilers ahoy, proceed beyond the cut at your own risk:

Still here? good. anyway, unsure what counts as the obvious for ya, so I'm just going to cover everything because I feel like ranting tonight lmao

So, let's start from the beginning. All that stuff about Hallownest being the first, last, and only kingdom?

Propaganda. A number of things in Hollow Knight confirm that, not least of which being the Weavers having departed to their original homeland, presumably not Hallownest. Silksong's entire existence disproves this further, because while you could make an argument for the Weavers' homeland not being a kingdom, I'm like 90% sure that some piece of official material has described the setting as the kingdom of Pharloom.

Honestly, I can't think of a single thing in King's Pass that isn't at the very least cast into serious doubt later in the game. "Only this kingdom could produce one such as you?" ...I mean, technically yes, because only the Pale King would be willing to dump a bunch of eggs into the void pit to do so, but also how does he know that a Vessel is reading that? He doesn't. Just because it happens to be true in this specific situation doesn't mean that it's true for everyone.

He also lied about having the Infection under control, because he didn't at all lmao. Lied to the Dreamers by promising that through their sacrifice, Hallownest would be safe. And sure, you could make an argument that he thought he did, but...

...buddy.

I can't remember if the whole seeing the future thing was canon or fanon, but if it's written anywhere, oh boy. Either he was lying about that too, and he just claimed to be able to see the future. Or he was telling the truth about being able to see the future, and he knew exactly how his plan was going to fail, and lied about that.

There were other options. The game isn't unclear about what prompted the Radiance to start a plague. She was afraid of being forgotten. The fact that we only see one character who has any idea of who she was before the Infection (who dies in front of you, if you finish her questline) and the fact that the only symbolism we see of her anywhere is very far out of the way says a few things: being forgotten entirely was a very real threat.

It's possible, I suppose, that PK did try to resolve things with the Radiance in a more diplomatic manner before he resorted to the dead baby pit. But there's no evidence for anything like that I can recall.

This isn't to say that the Radiance is blameless. She isn't! But I'll take her over PK any day, because she (in her 0.005 seconds of dream dialogue) doesn't lie to you. She's at least open about trying to kill you.

PK, on the other hand... he lies. There's probably more stuff I've forgotten about, but I'm pretty sure the other post is referring to the whole "oh only Hallownest could do things like this!" thing.

So, who knows. Maybe people will stop taking PK's propaganda as gospel sometime soon. Maybe people will stop assuming that characters in games (and shows, and movies, and books, et cetera et cetera) will always tell you, the player, the truth.

I kinda doubt it. But there are few things that rub me the wrong way as much as being lied to, and I'm sure I could find more examples of PK's lies if I were to replay Hollow Knight. Maybe I will, just to prepare for Silksong.

[jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue]

Our little love part 2 - mafia/yandere au Drabble {angst + fluff}

As always please let me know what you think, I am actually going to go to bed now my brain is angry with me for not sleeping.

It seemed the cycle was never ending, you fucking up and pissing them off, them punishing you by drowning you in their love, only letting you come up to breathe so you could swim in your own guilt and submit to them.

You wince as the victim to your latest fuck up gets another blow to his chest. Taehyung and Hobi held onto his arms as Jungkook and Jimin kick and punch the poor individual. You know not to speak, it’ll only make things worse. Temperament was a fickle thing in their lives, trust was everything, and you still had to build yours up again.

“Y/n help please,” Kai whimpers as you stood with your arms crossed looking away.

“Don’t fucking say her name,” Jungkook growled before punching your ex colleague in the face. You’re frowning, the need to beg them to stop was fighting for exit on the top of your tongue, but you bite it down and pray Kai doesn’t say another word. You know if you do as he asks they’d kill him. Your punishment was to watch silently.

Yoongi strolls up behind you, hands in his pockets before he rests his head on your shoulder, watching the display in front of you both.

“Nothing to say little love?” He whispers as your friend groans out in pain.

Please don’t kill him, you want to say, but you just shake your head in defeat. You want to believe they’re better than this, but the evidence of the contrary was never hidden from you. They showed you every side of them whether proud of it or not with bold eyes daring you to stop loving them, pushing your boundaries and morals waiting for you to snap. But the breaking point never came, you loved them, you shouldn’t and you knew it, but you did. You were completely and utterly theirs, yet still they treated you like you hadn’t seen the worst of them. Like you would run away the second you realised they were monsters, not that they would let you run far, only far enough to let you take a single breath before making you drown in them once again.

Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist, keeping an eye on your reactions. The asshole deserved it, not that they cared either way, he tried to take you away from them, that was enough.

Kai was your old partner before you took a very early retirement, what you didn’t know was that he continued the case you were working on before you left; the case of the seven men you now loved and the reason you quit said job. He had called you to meet up for old times sake and you, very naively in Yoongi’s mind, decided it was harmless. But if it was harmless why didn’t you say anything to the boys? You thought Kai didn’t know the reason you handed in your resignation, but he had been keeping an eye on you all before he realised you were the key to their downfall. He knew you harboured some feeling for him in the past and thought you’d reciprocate when he tried to flirt his way into getting his hands on the evidence you collected, he didnt know you burned it all. You lied to him and said you lost it, same difference anyway. This prompted plan b from him.

“Y/n they’re criminals,” he had said to you. “You’re a cop at heart you can’t love them.”

You floundered at his words when you realised he knew, and yet he still asked you to betray them.

“Kai I think I need to go...”

It was a mistake, you knew it then, but he followed you out onto the street and you hoped tonight the men you loved weren’t keeping an eye on you. Maybe naive was an understatement.

“Are they coercing you Y/n! Do they have something on you or are they threatening you?” He calls after you. “Because the Y/n I know would never love killers, what have they done to you?”

It was when he reached his hand out to grab your arm that your boyfriends decided to show themselves from the shadows. Which lead to the situation now, Kai beat up and bruised beyond recognition, and you forced to watch. He falls unconscious and they let him drop to the floor, you hate this side of them, it was cruel and cold but you’d never leave. They turn to face you now, their anger still present despite the last hour of releasing it onto your old partner. They don’t miss the way you’re shaking, the shallow breaths as you try and keep your tears to yourself. As much as you hate their violence, you hate their disappointment in you more.

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You’re sitting in Joonie’s lap for what you call the debriefing of your punishment, this happened way too often in your opinion. You look down but he wasn’t having it today, tilting your head to look at him by your chin.

“Why did you get punished today little love?” He starts the same way as usual.

“I went out without telling you guys where I was going or who with,” you say while fiddling with your fingers out of nervous habit.

“And?” Hobi sits across from you in a chair, legs straddling the back and an elbow rested on top with his fist holding up his face. Hobi was hardest to pacify, he was ruthless and unforgiving and while that didn’t extend to you, you still had a hard time with his stubborn anger.

“I met up with Kai, and I let him touch me,” you’ve done this too many times before to not know how it worked. Kai’s ‘touch’ obviously meant nothing to you but for them it was the worst crime anyone could commit against their little love.

You remember the time you nearly tripped in the park and a guy steadied you politely, but you still had to hold Jungkook back from throwing hands.

“Kookie would you rather I fell and hurt myself?” No he hadn’t wanted that so he grumbled in agreement still seething but you cooled it down. “Instead of hitting him maybe you should thank him,” it was a joke but it made the youngest scoff.

“Baby girl why can’t you just be good?” Namjoon’s sigh brings you back to the present. “Why do you always have to test us like this?”

You didn’t mean to, you want to say it but the words are stuck below the sob in your throat. You actually whimper as his tone, bottom lip wobbling pathetically. He hadn’t even told you off properly, but you already felt like a mess as he bathed you in his disappointment. That was the common consequence of your actions and you hated it, you couldn’t do anything right.

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“Jin do you need help with the food?” You ask your eldest boyfriend politely, he was frowning and you thought it was because today’s meal was too much for him to handle alone, his tone of voice made you realise it was because of you.

“No, I’m alright,” he doesn’t look at you as he speaks and you’re left gaping at him like a fish. Jin loved it when you cooked with him, it was your bonding time without the others, although Yoongi would join you from time to time. The others also tried but Jin wouldn’t let them anywhere near the kitchen, they hogged you enough anyway.

You feel your soul deflate, still standing there as he ignored you.

“Are you mad at me too?”

The way you said it made his heart twinge with guilt, but the others were right you wouldn’t learn and your first betrayal was still fresh on their minds. He sighs and you turn away, refusing to crying in front of them for the tenth time that day. What was wrong with you? Ever since that day where they found out who you really were you felt like you werent enough anymore, you tried so hard to make up for it all but you kept messing up. You weren’t like this before, but after seeing the hurt you put them through you were constantly on edge and second guessing yourself. You wish you could go back and stop them from ever finding out.

Jin hears the sniffle as you walk away and he can’t go through with it.

“Wait little love,” he calls for you. “I forgot to cut the onions, would you mind?”

You shake your head, you didn’t mind, but you didn’t trust your voice to answer for you. Youre grateful to Jin for giving you this task, it hides the fact you’re crying, but you know he doesn’t miss it.

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Jimin and Taehyung were giving you narrowed stern gazes through dinner, it put you off your food which resulted in getting told off by Jin just after he branched out to you in the kitchen.

You felt alone, like the seven men you loved were against you and there was no one to blame but yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly before getting up and removing yourself from the dinner table and dining room, ignoring all of their stares. You decide maybe an early night is best, you could start again fresh tomorrow. You don’t get too far up the stairs before a hand pulls you back, you turn to see Jimin with Tae a few steps behind him.

You’re so used to seeing them laugh and play around that it feels like you’re looking at different people. Even during missions or gun fights, the youngest three were always joking their way through the bloodshed, keeping scores of who got the most headshots and other grotesque games. You remember the time Jimin and Tae called you during he middle of a shoot out, arguing with you and each other over who you loved more out of the two while you begged them to not get shot or killed.

“Why did you go see him Y/n?” Jimin asked, he wore the demeanour he used for enemies and it takes you back to that night.

“I... h-he said he wanted to see me to catch up,” you explain but you know it’ll fall on deaf ears.

“And you thought that was a good idea, to see your old cop buddy?” His tone makes you feel stupid, you weren’t stupid.

“He was my friend Jimin,” you say in disbelief, you know in the end it was a mistake but at the time it didn’t seem like the worst idea in the world.

“You’re ours,” Taehyung moved forward, towering over you even though he’s a step below you. His face is close to your own, eyes burning into yours as he looks disgusted at the words that left your mouth as if they’re still attached to you. “How do you think we felt when you went to see another detective? Do you have any idea what was going through our heads?”

“Tae I love you,” you lean away from him, searching his face for a hint of softness and love in his gaze, but there was only fire. “You know I wouldn’t, you all know I wouldn’t, I left that life for you why would I turn back to it?”

He stalks away from you without a word, Jimin close behind, giving you a final cold glance before leaving you alone. You thought your love could make them better but if anything you made their darkness worse.

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Jungkook needed to vent, the only way he knew how was physically. Obviously it wasn’t the cleverest thing he’s done, taking rounds with the punching bag only to open up the cuts on his hand from beating the bastard earlier. He mutters a few curse words under his breath, why did you make matters worse? Maybe they were being harsh on you before today, finding any excuse to punish you a little, test your boundaries and see if you would run, but today they honestly feared that was what happened. They thought you chose to leave them and go back to the life you had before them, but they’d never let you go, they couldn’t let you go. Despite everything you loved them and they worshipped the ground you walked on. You were everything for them now, there’s be no point to any of them without you. Why didn’t you understand that?

He throws another punch to the bag, spreading his blood across them, it hurt like hell, but the thought of you running back to your old partner still played on all of their minds. He wanted to cry, he wanted to find you and beg you to never leave them, they’d be nothing without you.

There’s a knock on the door and he finds you on the other side, waiting for permission to come in. You never waited for permission, it makes him frown, maybe they were too harsh on you today. He could see you shuffling your weight, insecurity screaming through your eyes, you feared his rejection more than his anger.

He notices the first aid kit in your hand, you must’ve heard him. He doesn’t let the fluttering in his chest reach his face as he sits on the bench, waiting for you to come to him.

His gaze is expectant, daring you to cross the threshold and face him, you were no coward, you didn’t fear them the way others did, why were you behaving so meekly now? You force yourself to move and sit beside him, setting the kit down and pushing your hair back behind your ears. He doesn’t move his gaze away from you, even with the sweat and hair hanging in front of his face.

You carefully take a his hand into yours, sucking air between your teeth at how injured it was.

“I’m sorry you hurt yourself because of me,” you say, eyes on his bloodied knuckle as you press the ointment against the open wounds. “Are you sure you want me to stay, I keep hurting you...”

You try to sound like you’re joking, that you’re okay and the hurt isn’t weighing you down with your doubts. He frowns, they really did take it too far. He sets down the cotton wool from your grasp, taking both of hands into his before kissing each finger delicately without letting you look away.

“You’re perfect little love,” Jungkook says, reassuring you with no question in his voice. “We’re the ones who don’t deserve you, we’re mean and cruel but we’re never letting you go.”

You remember how loving they were before that night, maybe while they accepted the truth at face value they could never really forgive you in their hearts. Maybe that’s why they were being like this, they didn’t love you the same way anymore.

“Do you love me?” You had to know, the doubt was eating you alive.

He looks at you as if you’re insane, maybe you are, you don’t know anymore.

“Little love, don’t you see how much we love you?” He asks sincerely. “We would do anything for that love even if it made you hate us, you belong with us, and no one is going to take you away.”

You could see the crazed look in his face grow as he spoke, you believed him, the honestly worn like a heart on a sleeve. But his answer bought a wave clarity to your hazed vision, you made them like this, you made them worse, you had to leave.

[kass-storycorner]

Nighttime headcanon

Hey, this has been in my head for a few days and idk if this is in character but it needed to get out of my system so enjoy

Prompt/Idea: the character comes home late at night seeing you asleep in bed. this is just me imagining why they would be so late and how they would feel joining you so late in bed.

Genre: Fluff

Rating: SFW

Content Warnings: None

Characters: Albedo, Diluc, Zhongli, Yoimiya

Format: Bullet points / HC

Albedo:

He has been so occupied with his research that he completely forgot the time. It wasn’t until he accidentally knocked a book off the table he was pulled out of his work trance. Looking at the clock he just let out a sigh. It was already so late now and he started to feel the tiredness in his body.

So he decided to stop it for today, after all his work isn’t up to his own quality standards when he’s too tired.

When he made it back home he saw the entire flat being filled in darkness, you must have went to bed already he thought.

He was right, when he stepped into your shared bedroom he saw you laying in bed, snuggled up in the blanket, a quiet snore coming from you.

At the look of you laying in bed, looking so peaceful - albedo couldn’t help himself and smile at the view.

He was very careful to make no noise when he was preparing himself for bed, changing his usually attire for a soft pyjama you gifted him some time ago.

Albedo never cared for when, where and how much he slept (or if he slept at all). Not until you stepped into his life and basically forced him to take sleep more seriously. A part of this was that he shouldn’t always fall asleep in whatever he was wearing that day. And with that it started that Albedos dresser got various new additions for sleeping attire.

He wouldn’t care about the clothes if it weren’t for the fact that all of them were gifts from you. Although he had to admit sleeping in clothes specifically for that purpose was better than what he used to do.

As he laid down besides you, you started to shift. At first Albedo was worried he woke you, however you just rolled around to now face the alchemist, still in a deep slumber.

He looked at your sleeping face, still being smitten by your quiet snores. He knew you were a bit insecure about your snoring, but albedo had assured you even if you were louder than Klees bombs, it would not disturb his sleep.

And that was true, it was never a distraction. However being able to watch you sleep was something that could distract Albedo easily from falling asleep himself.

Nonetheless Albedo couldn’t stop his heavy eyelids to fall down and just like that he joined you in your dreams.

Diluc:

when will Diluc finally go to bed before dawn?

probably never, if he's not helping Charles at the tavern for the night he runs around protecting Mondstadt from various threats that emerge at night.

So when Diluc finally made his way into the shared bedroom after a night with either Kaeya (he somehow never misses a night when Diluc is tending the bar) or criminals, fatui or hilichurls (sometimes even all of it), he is in desperate need of sleep and seeing you

He sees you in bed, being covered up by his and your own blanket - the view makes him sigh, you always tell him how cold the bed feels at night without him

Diluc can't help but feel the guilt tugging at his heart seeing you like this, you always ask him to go to bed with you or at least to come to bed earlier than usual... he never really listens and he's sorry about it

especially knowing that you freeze without him isn't a thought he enjoys

He quickly changes from his clothes into something more comfortable for the night and joins you in bed

Diluc has to be very careful not to wake you up when he takes the blanket from you

when you start to shift he stops moving, fearing that he woke you up

you don't wake up, but feeling the warm that radiates from Diluc in your sleep you shift closer to him, taking him in your arms

Diluc.exe has stopped working

he will never get used to how you always end up snuggling up to him in your sleep

not that he is against it, the opposite he loves it... however he fears that the beating of his heart will wake you

after getting used to you, the tiredness of Dilucs body catches up to him and he slowly starts to drift away to sleep too

the last thing Diluc has on his mind while falling asleep how he wishes that he could stay like this with you for forever

Zhongli:

He spend most of the day at the funeral parlor, it was planned for him to arrive home at the usual time - but oh well, he ran into the traveller who needed help with something and before Zhongli even noticed it it was the middle of the night and he was not beside you in bed yet

when he made his way back home to you he was surprised to find you in your pyjama asleep on the couch in the living room with a book in your hand

you both had a nighttime routine and it must have worried you a lot when he didnt arrive home when you expected it from him

how inconsiderate of him, he will have to make it up to you the next day

but first he needs to get you into bed, Zhongli can't possibly let you sleep on the couch

when he layed you down onto the shared bed and went to change his clothes he heard you call out to him in a sleepy voice

"zhongli?" he comes over to you, taking the blanket and covering you with it. "hush love, I'm home. I am sorry for worrying you" he says with a soft whisper

"mmmh, glad your home" and with that slurred reply you fell back into sleep

shortly after this Zhongli joins you in bed, taking you in his arms and closing his eyes

as the former geo-archon he doesn't need to sleep, but he learned that it can be quite enjoyable - especially with you at his side

Yoimiya:

Ah, Yoimiya totally forgot the time when she was working on the new fireworks for the summer festival

when she comes home to find you fast asleep in bed she feels a bit sad, so much happened today and she really was looking forward to tell you all about it - you both usually tell each other everything that happened the day before you go to bed, so Yoimiya is dissapointed that because she didn't keep track of time that she missed that routine of the both of you

however ... Yoimiya grew up with a deaf father, so although she tries to be as quite as possible while getting ready for bed she really isn't quite, causing you to wake up the moment she joins you in bed

"Yoimiya?", you ask, voice still filled with sleep

"Oh (Y/N), I'm sorry I woke you up"

Oh well, you're awake now and asking why she came so late and how her day was... you didn't get all of it, sleep still pulling you back from time to time, but the sound of Yoimiyas voice telling you about her day and all the new fireworks, it really makes you feel happy

Yoimiya notices how you switch from being half-awake to asleep until you finally fall asleep for good. With a smile she cuddles you, happy that she was able to share her day - though tomorrow at breakfast you will have to tell her everything about your own day

[ghostlysenses]

Hihi, could i request angst prompts 41 and 46? For C!Technoblade. Gender neutral if possible thanknu

Of course!

prompts are “you hit me....you hit me!”

“How? how are you so good at pretending to be okay?”

TW: hitting, cursing, voices, spoilers.

There are very rare days when techno allows the voices to get out of control

when he woke up though he had a massive headache, not to mention you were out on a trip to go trade at a nearby village, but you’d be coming home today so thats pretty good.

he got out of bed and went downstairs to make breakfast, and he did....and he burned it.

"𝕁𝕖𝕤𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕕! 𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕥, 𝕨𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕘𝕠 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘"

techno growled, once again they had to criticize him and everything he does.

he sighs “Its fine, todays going to be okay”

he threw away the burnt food and grabbed his cape and went outside and into the snow, as he was walking though he saw a figure in the distance and since he was now being hunted down my l’manburg he wasn’t to happy to have vistors

as the figure got closer he saw it was quackity

quackity approached “Techno”

“Quackity what do you want?”

Quackity had a good grip on his axe as he held it out “either you come with me or we take you by force!”

this enraged techno

"𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕'𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕂𝕀ℂ𝕂 ℍ𝕀𝕊 𝕋𝔼𝔼𝕋ℍ 𝕀ℕ! 𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤? 𝔹𝕃𝕆𝕆𝔻 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔹𝕃𝕆𝕆𝔻 𝔾𝕆𝔻!"

techno grabbed his sword from his belt and pulled it out “im not going anywhere!”

at this tubbo, ranboo, and the rest of the butcher army showed up and started fighting him.

then tubbo shouted “We’ll hurt phil if you dont come with us!”

his heart dropped

“drop your weapons tech”

and he did

"𝕪𝕠 𝕨𝕥𝕗? 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕'𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕪, 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕦𝕥 𝕦𝕡 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟, 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜"

he growled, all he wanted was to be in your arms right now as you braided his hair and he fell asleep.

They cuffed him and took him to l’manburg

when he got there he was put into a cage and saw they had phil under house arrest “PHIL! WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU?!”

when he was put into the cage punz came and started fighting the others, right before he ran away he handed techno a totem which he was thankful for

as the time came to drop the anvil he got out the totem, he lived, he hopped out the cage and ran, he got on carl and rode all the way back home, he needed to get his shit back but that doesnt matter right now.

When he got home he walked in, at this time the voices were screaming

"𝔹𝕃𝕆𝕆𝔻 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔹𝕃𝕆𝕆𝔻 𝔾𝕆𝔻! 𝔹𝕃𝕆𝕆𝔻 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔹𝕃𝕆𝕆𝔻 𝔾𝕆𝔻!"

he was losing his damned mind

he sat down on the couch near the fire place where you happened to be

“tech? you okay?” you asked softly

he just shrugged

“please tell me..”

he was silent

“tech you arent okay”

you stood up and stood in front of him, to which he stood up as well

“tech somethings wron-“

“will you stop fucking pestering me?! im okay jesus!”

you looked down “im just trying to help”

“well your not helping! you’re fucking making it worse! just shut up!”

“tech..”

“what?! what do you have to say now?! go on! spit it out since you clearly cant stop blabbering your annoying ass mouth!”

“Tech how? how are you so good at pretending your okay?”

“SHUT UP!”

there was a sudden stinging on his hand and the sound of skin on skin lingered in the air.

the voices quiet as they heard whimpers...

you were on the ground, holding your cheek, there was a big red mark on it.

he stared in shock, he looked at his hand then back at you..

“you hit me....you hit me!” you said through sobs

“y/-“

you got up and grabbed your still packed bag and ran out the door.

you see

Techno had always promised to protect you when you guys first started dating, you were his love, his light, and he didnt want to lose you.

You jokingly told him that if he broke it you would break up with him...

he now feared you’d break up with him.... as he should.

That memory is no longer funny to him

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hope you enjoyed! i had a few ideas in my head for this! hope it was to your liking!