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anniewatscn · 1 year ago

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Welcome to Aurora Bay, [ANNABETH “ANNIE” WATSON]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [WILLA FITZGERALD]. You must be the [THIRTY-ONE] year old [DETECTIVE]. Word is you’re [AMBITIOUS] but can also be a bit [HARDHEADED] and your favorite song is [EDGE OF SEVENTEEN BY STEVIE NICKS]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it! @aurorabayaesthetic

basics.

full name; annabeth evangeline watson nicknames; known as annie to pretty much everybody birthday; tba sexuality; bisexual religion; agnostic, leaning towards atheist education level; bachelor's in criminal psychology occupation; detective (newly promoted from officer) for the aurora bay p.d. hobbies; lots of netflix and podcasts when she has the time, reading non-fiction books, going on runs & to the park with her dog.

stats.

alignment; neutral good astrology; capricorn more tba

full history.

tw: death, crime, murder, drug mention, pregnancy mention

Annie was born an Aurora Bay native as a surprise to two unmarried, very young parents who had a complicated relationship to begin with with each other, let alone bringing a child into it. They tried their best to make it work, eloping with the support of their parents, but after a few years of struggling to pay bills and arguing over everything from finances and family to the temperature of the air conditioning, they finally separated — right before Annie's mother found out she was yet again pregnant. This happened not only once, but twice — the parents would decide they were ready to call it quits, and then try to make things work again with each other for the new babies only to find out the same issues that were there to begin with still plagued them. Throughout this time, her father graduated from the police academy while her mother tried to make ends meet working for the local church nursery. But while there was a lot of love in their family, it just was never quite enough. Their final separation ended in divorce when Annie was fourteen years old.

She often tried to shield her siblings from the dysfunction whenever she could, feeling naturally very protective over them while also trying to make things easier for her parents by helping out with her siblings. And while it didn't ultimately save her parents' marriage, it did result in a very close relationship with her two younger siblings. Annie would act as a second mother to them for the rest of the time she lived with them — even going as far as to delay moving out of the house as an adult so she could continue to help take care of them.

After the dust settled, her mother continued to seek new relationships, while her dad, who, at the end of the marriage still wanted to make things work, remained single. One of her mother's new boyfriends had a past he hadn't been entirely forthcoming with, however, and when her father dug into his background he discovered the man was formerly (possibly still?) involved with drug trafficking. When he went to have a conversation with Annie's mother about this, however, he instead discovered the unthinkable. Annie and the kids were at school, and their mother, his ex wife, was gone. Vanished, without a trace. They discovered her body one week later, with apparent evidence of foul play, but the boyfriend had a seemingly airtight alibi, as did Annie's father, and with no other immediate suspects, the case went cold. It has remained unsolved to this day.

Her dad spiraled, becoming almost obsessive over the case. He was always a well respected cop in his department, but has since entered into early retirement, as suggested by his boss. Annie, on the other hand, made a promise to herself not to make the same mistakes. She wanted to protect and serve not only for herself, or for her mother, or her siblings, but for everyone. She wanted to be the good that she herself so desperately needed, the justice that she never got. But now the only question that remains is if she'll end up just like her father, chasing ghosts and nursing bottles in the memory of trauma that never truly heals.

significant relationships.

parents; divorced. dad still lives in aurora bay on the outskirts of fisher's cove. mother has been deceased since 2012. siblings; two younger siblings pets; a seriously protective german shepherd she affectionately named Bucky that helps her sleep at night after the work she often takes home with her.

connection ideas.

work related — good cop bad cop; the actual dynamic of this connection could vary, but basically this would be (ideally) her assigned partner or another coworker. Annie is very much so the "rookie" trying to prove herself, she's been on the force for a while but only just recently got promoted to detective so they could either be less than excited about working with her, or maybe they're happy to have a fresh pair of eyes with them. the unofficial partner; lucifer x chloe vibes. basically someone she leans on for support in her work life, who isn't actually a cop. maybe they're a criminal posing as a friend to her to try and keep her in the dark, or maybe they're a genuine friend who just has a penchant and an interest for crime solving but who doesn't have any official clearance. fancy seeing you here; someone she has caught doing something illegal on numerous occasions, but for some reason despite this person being a habitual offender she can't bring herself to hold any real ire for them. doesn't necessarily have to be serious crimes, either, could be something as simple as multiple parking tickets she assigned to this person in her beat cop days. you again?; this, on the other hand, would be more of a clear-cut enemy connection. when she first started out she was particularly zealous about things like parking tickets and jaywalking, all the way up to things like minor drug possession that other cops might've let slide. in annie's eyes she was just doing her job, but, to this person they would see her as an annoyance at best and the bane of their existence at worst. looking the other way; someone she knows is doing wrong but, due to their circumstances (being down on their luck, or recently gone through a tragedy, maybe even someone she's close to, etc.) she hasn't taken any action about it, despite the ramifications it could have for her with her job. platonic — you're my person; platonic soulmates, basically best friends that have always been close. we can decide the specifics, but this would be someone she probably met young and they've been together all the way from sleepovers and barbie dreamhouses to their first loves and toughest losses. big sister you never had; someone she either met through her tutoring job she had in school/college, or maybe a friend's younger sibling she feels protective over. whatever the case, these two are fairly close and annie might not show it, but, she needs them as much as they need her. you're all grown up now; childhood friends that grew apart but still think of each other fondly. maybe one moved away, or their friendship circles changed, or it was just the natural progression of time, but they'll always have making sandcastles in the backyard together. misery loves company; they bond over their mutual hatred or disdain for something, or over a number of things. two people that love to gripe but usually can't share their negativity with other people. couch potato aficionado; her time isn't often very free to relax but when she is able to, she'll veg out with true crime documentaries or trashy reality tv shows, plus the occasional scripted shows and movies. this would be someone (maybe even a neighbor) who comes over or she comes over to their house and they break open a bottle of wine together and hang out. familial — cut from the same cloth; a cousin that feels more like a sibling, the two of them always ended up off to the side together at family reunions and similar functions, gossiping about their aunt carol's new boyfriend and trading secrets they wouldn't tell anyone else. willing to plot this out as them still being close or maybe they've drifted apart in adulthood for whatever reason.

romantic — better off as friends; these two probably started as friends and tried dating, but, as good as they are as friends, it just felt off and didn't work out. now they just tease each other about their love lives and fill each other in on all their good and bad dates. maybe there's still lingering feelings, maybe not, but either way, they're always there for each other. girl in red; the first girl annie dated, who helped her realize and navigate her sexuality. this could've been when they were younger, all the way up to college or even more recently, I'm open to specifics! I imagine they're probably still friends and ended things on good terms, but we could discuss that too. fire and water; an ex that was her opposite in many ways, they had a lot of passion but they argued a lot. they did genuinely care about each other and probably still do, but mostly keep their distance now. the one that got away; an ex that probably still doesn't know the real reason things ended. Annie would've made up an excuse, but, the truth was that she was developing real feelings she wasn't prepared for, got scared, and ran. antagonistic — high school never ends; (bully mention tw) annie was kind of a nerd in school, very into her grades, a bit of a goody two shoes, etc. this person may have been a bit of a bully or had a "frenemy" type relationship with her, and probably thinks they were actually friends and all the teasing was just friendly. i could see this as going either way; could just be a genuine misunderstanding or a full-on bully situation and they've changed since school - or maybe not.

other/general — friends, coworkers, neighbors, exes, enemies/rivals, one night stands/fwbs/flirtationships/will-they-won't-they, etc

all of these connection ideas are mostly jumping off points, so don't be shy to suggest something similar in plotting or to work around the ideas suggested!

#gonna put up an actual graphic & flesh the stats out a bit more soon i swear #i passed out in the middle of doing this yesterday so i just wanted to get it posted today <3 #aurorabay.intro #tumblr's text editor will truly be the death of me

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steor-ra · 7 months ago

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Bring back the dead

Y!batfam x neglected!Gn

(I do not own any characters named mentioned! )

Being a Wayne had disadvantages, especially as the forgotten child of your father. You aren't supposed to be born, your mother isn't supposed to conceive, and you're not supposed to be linked to Bruce Wayne.

Yet here you are

You may not exist to your father, brothers, or sisters, relying solely on the butler for emotional support that your family has never provided since the day you arrived at the house. However, you do exist in the eyes of the media, scandalized by the fact that your mother was a whore who was snatched away by the drug she had consumed since the day you were born; your mother did not want you.

Growing up, you kept that information buried deep within you, along with the notion that your father never wanted you. No one in the family does. No matter what you do, how you do it, or where you do it, they will never bat an eye at you. Get it? Because they're a bat vigilante, so it's ironic that they will never be the bat hero that they are to you, and instead be the devils who made you occasionally ponder if you were born simply to be a ghost to someone who made you.

Haha

And now you live with the fact that your family will never come to you; they don't have the reason now that you're all independent and working for yourself with Alfred's long-term support. You don't expect them to come and help you, not even in costume.

Being a Wayne means dealing with villains who know Batman's secret identity and use it to kidnap his most vulnerable child and threaten the bat, or criminals who use you for ransom for a large sum of money, but you already knew how to handle it from all those years, and you already knew how to handle these situations because of all the years they occurred, and you've always managed to escape them without the help of your vigilante brothers and sisters.

It stings to know that there is no chance that your siblings will genuinely spend a moment of your time rather than brushing you off with a sheepish apology and a pat on the back using the same old justifications. They're busy.

Adding some promises that will always be broken again and again and again Until there's no hope for you to tug on.

As for your father, Bruce. He is too busy with two of his lives to even acknowledge you. Despite being the greatest detective of all, he never appears to recognize you among your siblings. Always rejecting you without even looking at you, too preoccupied with continuing to read his important papers to notice how his own child is rapidly dissapearing from his life.

Dick Grayson, your brother who has the potential to notice you but never does. You understand that his duties are in Bludhaven, and that he only visits the manor for whatever purpose, and you hate that one of them was because of Damian. Bonding with his newly added sibling and assisting the child in adjusting to his new surroundings. Doing all the things that he never did with you when you were a small child, hell, even younger than Damian, when you were first brought to the manor. Dick, the guy who adores his family but never looks twice at you.

Tim, just like bruce, that guy is always tired because he never leaves his duties as a vigilante, is too busy to care for Bruce's neglected child, and would rather uncover some unsolved cases than acknowledge the person who can heal him and the family dysfunction, but you don't hate him for his negligence. Aside from being the red Robin, you don't know much about him, and he's more of a stranger to you than an acquaintance. Isn't this sad? That is why he will not come to mind when you eventually decide to leave the manor without looking back; in fact, none of them will.

While Jason Todd have the chance to be forgiven by you because, out of all your "siblings," he has more fond memories with you than any of them, despite the fact that he rarely visits the manor. However, he is more of an acquaintance than a personal friend to you. But at least you know him better than Tim. Jason is the most difficult and easiest to grasp, so you'll feel more at ease with him should they decide to take notice of you and kidnap you back to the mansion.

Finally, Damian, the demon sent by the cosmos to make your life miserable, is not ignoring you like your other brothers; he is there solely to mock you until you die. Always harassing and degrading you in the manor's hallways, calling you names and talking about how you are undeserving of walking through this house because you are just an accident caused by a whore and his father, calling you weak because you can't defend yourself against someone younger than you and instead choose to ignore him and run away. You've never loathed someone so much that you'd die to be rid of them; you despise Damian Wayne, your own blood brother.

You tried to be the best siblings for him, fantasizing about how you two would bond, spending sleepless nights planning how you'd take advantage of your chance to finally have siblings in the manor despite having so many, only to be heartbroken by his heartless rejection of your offer.

And of course there's Barbara, Stephanie, duke and Cassandra but you never really got the chance to get to know them that much since you've already left the manor for good.

Leaving no trace of your existence.

Living alone in Gotham is difficult; there are too many risks everywhere you go, especially as a Wayne, and even if you've tried to distance yourself from any ties to being a Wayne, you can't simply make the media forget about the infamous but forgotten accidental child of playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne. Only Batman, your father, can, but he won't since he doesn't care; you don't need his help anyhow. You already learned how to protect yourself against the crooks of Gotham ever since you realized that no matter what happened, Batman wouldn't save you from it, therefore that's why you always carry a knife with you, and with the help of material art, you learnt not too long ago.

You're not that confident walking through the streets of Gotham though. There's many people who could recognize you for being Bruce Wayne's child, so they'll swarm on you, asking multiple questions.

'Why are you walking all alone?'

'Where is your father? '

'Is it true that you're the biological child of bruce Wayne'

'Where is your mother now? Is she still roaming on the underground and whoring herself out?'

They'll laugh that your face and will continue to ask multiple questions that your teenage mind couldn't even comprehend as you've always thought the same thing

There's also some time where you've been kidnapped for ransom, only there when bruce declines their call on your phone multiple times that they'll realize that you're not worth it, so, they'll let you go as you question your worth.

But you're strong. You don't need bruce to save your ass like how he does to your siblings despite them being professional on fighting unlike you.

Oh, god. why are you so selfish? They fight villain's who could actually kill you meanwhile you're just handling some thugs that could be knocked out with their single punch. Stop complaining.

Would they like me better if I was kidnapped by someone more villainous like the joker or Scarecrow? Would they actually care if I die right now?

they wont wouldn't they?

You've been held captive in a warehouse in the middle of nowhere for an amount of $2 million. Your limbs are currently tightly roped together, with no way to release them. You tried two hours ago, but it is still not moving. You can only beg the gods to allow Bruce to answer the call they've been trying to send him, but it's always been denied.

You can't help but let out another sob as you hear the call being sent to voicemail instead.

The kidnapper lets out a frustrated sound when the phone is declined again, "Alright! If this motherfucker doesn't answer one more time, I am going to torture you alright, sweetie?" It smirks and rolls in a tray of equipment, which you think is the torture instruments, sending shivers down your spine as the silver's shone upon your eyes.

"If your big ol daddy don't pick up this call, you're dead."

Dad, please... i don't want to die...

The manor felt more lonely than it ever was. The hallways felt like a never-ending tunnel, and the silence felt so uncomfortable for all of them that they couldn't help but squirm slightly in their seats.

Dick felt like something is missing...He doesn't feel that nagging feeling about talking to you for months now...

Oh yeah.

You, when was the last time he checked on you? Why can't he remember your voice or...or...The way you look?

Fuck, it's been a year since he checked on you huh?

So he checked each door one by one; the more he checked, the more guilty he felt for not knowing where your room was, and suddenly, it struck him... All of these rooms look the same; don't you decorate yours or even mark it as yours!?

He panicked. Do you even live in the manor? Where is your room, you didn't mention anything about leaving—ah!

He could just ask Alfred! Yeah, and he'll lead him to your room where he'd greet you and ask how your day was...

What exactly are you doing right now? He's ashamed to admit it, but he couldn't recall any occasions when you two would hang out; did he ever try to approach you? I do not think so. He'll make sure that will change as soon as he Sees you, whether you like it or not. right now, he needs to make up for all of his negligent behavior over the years. In fact, he'll remind Bruce and the rest of his siblings of your existence so that nothing will bother him anymore.

"Alfred!" Dick's lone hope of finding you stood out in all its grandeur, with a somber expression on the butler's face. Maybe Alfred knows where you are? He is the only individual who has ever been close to anyone joined to the Batfamily, so perhaps he does.

"Yes master dick? I assume you stand of need for something?"

"Um yeah– Alfred," he stammered. "Do you know where...y/n's room is?" The way your name sounds foreign on his tongue makes him want to rip it out.

"Young Master has left the manor a year ago, Master Dick. I've completely forgotten where their room is, considering it's the same as the rest of the guests rooms"

A year ago? he checked on you a year ago did he not? Why didn't he notice anything...that day.

Oh god, his baby sibling wouldn't survive outside of gotham. What makes you think that you can handle the harsh wind of gotham, You can't!

Shit he has to take you back, He has to take his baby sibling back. you'll die if you last outside longer. He have to find you, but how!?

He–he doesn't have your number nor know anything about you at all!

"Alright, thanks, Alfred," he murmured dejectedly, winning Alfred's sympathy. Who reconsidered something that you'll mostly get deranged at.

"Perhaps if you'd like, I can give you some video documentaries about them so you can find them."

Deeply apologies, young master, but your absence is making me worry all day.

(Next chapter)

A/n: just a random thought at a random night lol, will probably be a series, sorry if I ever mischaracterizes anyone here, I just stick to the way many people views them like ಥ_ಥ english is not my first language so I apologize for any grammatical error as I just rely for translation of some of my languages there. Also! This is heavily inspired by @acid-ixx with his again & again series, @gotham-daydreams 's work, @i-cant-sing's work, and @klemen-tine's work make sure to check those out! OR ELSE!

#yandere batfam #yandere batfamily #batfam x reader #yandere dc #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batboys #yandere platonic batfamily x reader #batfamily x reader #batfamily x you #– bring back the dead🖤#batfam x you #batfam x rea #yandere batfamily x reader

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sergeantsporks · 2 years ago

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Gilded Family

Rating: Teen and Up, Gen

Ch 17 /?: When One Door Closes, Another Explodes

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6 , Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15, 16

In which none of the previous golden guards or wittebro died, actually, they're all fine and living happily together as one big dysfunctional family

Ao3

Click

Twist

Jason slowly set his tiny version of an automatic door on the kitchen counter. It was a simplified version, without a sensor that would let the door ‘know’ when to open and shut. Instead, it simply would open when electricity flowed through it and had to be shut manually once the power was off. Jason plugged it into the outlet.

The lights in the house flickered and went out.

“Jason,” Amity groaned from the kitchen table. She and Luz were brainstorming possible human realm equivalents and replacements for portal door ingredients, and everyone else was out gathering the things that the human realm already had.

“Sorry!” Jason unplugged the door and padded to the basement. He picked up a flashlight and pointed it at the fuse box. “Let’s see…”

Something dark green and drippy was leaking out of the fuse box, and Jason jumped backwards, dropping the flashlight. He scrambled for the light, his hand smacking into it and sending it spinning across the floor.

No, no, no, no—

Jason finally managed to get the light again, and he pointed it at the box.

Perfectly normal. No mud at all.

Jason took a deep breath, tugging his fingers through his hair. “Okay. Okay.”

He tugged the box open, shining the light in. He flipped each of the circuit breakers off, then back on. The light in the basement flickered back on. Jason examined every inch of the box, looking for any sign of green mud.

Nothing.

Just the dark playing tricks on your mind.

“Eeeeesh.” Jason closed the box, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I need to get more sleep.”

He climbed back up the stairs to see that the other kids had returned, holding an antennae and an animal skull. Gus was examining the tiny electric door. “Did it work?”

Jason shrugged. “If it was supposed to trip all the circuit breakers in the house? Yeah, it worked great.”

“Aw, you’ll get it,” Willow promised, “At least it didn’t explode, or try to eat your hand!”

“Which the portal door won’t do either,” Hunter followed up quickly. His hair was getting long. Jason trimmed his own hair carefully, meticulously, every time it threatened to go over his ears or collar. Hunter wasn’t doing the same. Jason shook his head with a small smile. It was almost comical, watching another Grimwalker go through the exact same steps he’d seen a hundred times before from his siblings, even this far from home. Letting their appearance go, growing out their hair, distancing from everything golden guard. Some of them didn’t ever cut their hair short again—Alex, in fact, hadn’t gotten a single haircut since they’d arrived.

Luz rubbed her eyes, and Amity put a hand on her shoulder. “Time for bed,” she said gently, “We have some of the ingredients, we can try tomorrow. This is going to be it. Jason, I know you think the electric door powered by palisman magic is the answer, but have you figured out the power source, yet?”

Jason stretched. “Yeah. Yeah, generators like windmills and watermills generate electricity through nature turning a wheel. Luz suggested we use the palisman to turn the wheel in order to generate electricity and hopefully, magic. I got… Okay, I think I have the individual little generators set up, Luz and I built them this morning, I just need the turning bit.”

Hunter wordlessly held up a set of wheels with pictures of “hamsters” on them.

“Bedtime,” Amity said again. She, Willow, Vee, and Luz went upstairs. Hunter paused at the top of the stairs to the basement while Gus went down. “Are you coming?”

Jason waved a hand. “Just be a minute.”

Hunter went down, and Jason took out the little generators. All the other lights in the house went out, except the kitchen light. Jason squinted at the tiny screws on his generators, slowly fitting them onto the wheels. He spun the wheel.

Please work, please…

It sparked.

Jason rubbed his eyes. He still didn’t know how to connect the magic. They could hope that the palisman energy would just flow, but there wasn’t anything else he could do. He connected the rest of the generators, twisting the wires that came out of them into a single thick cable that went to the bigger generator Amity had built.

Jason put his head down on the table for a moment, taking a deep breath. He retrieved his little electric door and opened it back up.

“Alright. Alright, where… did I…”

“Huuuuuunter…”

Jason’s ears twitched at the sound. “Gus?” he called, “You okay?”

No response.

Jason pushed up to his feet, wandering down to the basement. Hunter and Gus were sound asleep, and he sighed in relief. His foot hit a puddle.

“Ugh, do we have a leaaaaaa—”

The puddle was dripping from the fuse box, a puddle of mud instead of water. It poured out, gushing like a horrific green waterfall, creeping towards the sleeping Gus and Hunter

“No. No, no, no—” Jason shook Hunter’s shoulder. “Get up, get up, get—”

The mud swirled around his ankles then crept up to his face, forming a hand over his mouth.

“Shhhh,” Uncle Belos’ voice crooned, “You were my favorite. You don’t need to die like them.”

Jason’s limbs were heavy, lead, he couldn’t move to tear away the slime, and it just kept pouring and pouring and pouring from the fuse box, dragging him back from Hunter and Gus who were still sleeping, how were they still sleeping?!

I’ll keep you alive to watch.

Jason stared at the hard wood of the kitchen table, blinking. Someone had turned off the light and moved the tools from his grip. The generators sat a safe distance from him.

Camila.

Jason rubbed his eyes, slowly sitting up and stretching. His shoulders popped. Jason pushed the chair back and padded into the hallway, squinting at a faint ray of light coming from upstairs. He crept up the stairs, footsteps completely silent.

Snip

Snip.

Jason poked his head into the open door to see Willow trimming Hunter’s hair, which was in absolute shambles, pieces hanging longer than each other, cut in jagged slants.

“Mrgh?” he managed.

“I tried cutting my hair,” Hunter mumbled in answer, “Willow is… fixing it.”

“Mmm.”

“I don’t have a lot of experience,” she said apologetically, “But I’ve gone with my dads to hair appointments, so I kiiiiinda know how to do it?”

Jason yawned. “Doing okay?” he spit out. His voice was still gravelly from sleep, and he cleared his throat. “Sorry. Hunter?”

“How about you?” Hunter shot back, “You just like sleeping at the kitchen table?”

“Heh.” Jason rubbed his eyes again. “I asked first.”

“So?!”

“Quit trying to make me lose focus. Geeze, do you know how many emotionally closed off guys I live with? I’m not going to get dragged into an argument to avoid it.”

“I’m not one of your siblings,” Hunter burst out.

Jason blinked, taking a step back. “Whoa—”

“I’m not one of your siblings, so stop acting like I am! You don’t know me, you don’t.”

“Hunter, it’s not—I mean, I’d like to know you!”

“No, you don’t,” Hunter’s voice cracked, “You don’t want to know me, if I didn’t look like—like this, if I weren’t a Grimwalker, you wouldn’t talk to me! You only want to help because you think I’m one of you.”

“That’s—Hunter, that’s not fair. Of course I want to help you because you’re a Grimwalker like me, but that’s how people work. You only meet people and form relationships because there’s something you share in common, even if that something is just a place, that’s just…”

“I wouldn’t have met you if I didn’t want you for my flyer derby team,” Willow offered. She snipped at his hair. “I was totally self-interested. But we’re friends now, aren’t we?”

Hunter brushed hair off of his shoulders. “I—” he made a frustrating growling noise, “It just feels like—rrrrgh… you think that… I don’t know, like that I’m just… that I’m one of… you all look like me, and I just… That’s what he…”

“You can be a grimwalker and your own person,” Jason offered softly, “All of us… I know you only spent a couple of days with us, but we’re not a collective. I know it… I mean, you’re sharing an appearance with a whole bunch of other people and that’s… it can be hard to get used to. But if you spent more time with us, you’d see that everyone has their own thing. Their own personalities.” He chuckled. “It can be a lot. But I promise you wouldn’t fade into the background. It can get hectic, sure, and it’s hard to keep up with everyone all the time. But you wouldn’t get forgotten. And you wouldn’t just be one guy out of a bunch of guys. That’s what Uncle Belos wanted, what he thought we were, but, I mean, he thought we were failures for choosing not to hurt people. We’re kind of over doing and being what he wanted.”

Jason scratched the back of his neck. “And who knows! Uncle is gone, and Luz seems bound and determined to get rid of the Collector, so when all this is over, we… we’re going to get to go out in the world again. Go make friends who aren’t our siblings. Set out on our own. Cyrus can finally go on a normal date, any of us could go on a normal date if we wanted to!” He shrugged. “Anyway, I guess all of that was to say… I want to help. Not just because you’re a Grimwalker, and we’re related, even if that is part of it. I just want to. And if you don’t want to live with us, that’s okay! That’s fine, that’s great! You can live wherever you want, it’s your life! But we’re not going to stop being your family. And we’ll be there to support you if you need it. Whatever you want to be, whoever you want to be, we’re cheering for you.”

“Finished!” Willow set her scissors down, dusting hair off of the back of Hunter’s neck. “What do you think?”

His hair was short, now, cropped close to his head, but still fluffy. Hunter smiled, brushing at the back of his head. “Yeah. Yeah, I like it! Thanks, Willow.”

Jason grinned. “Hey, as far as any of my siblings go, you’re the first one to have a haircut in another dimension.”

Hunter smiled briefly. “What are you doing up so late?”

Jason shrugged. “Trying to get my electric door to work. It tripped the circuit breaker, which either means that it uses too much electricity for the outlet to handle or…” Jason smacked his forehead. “Or hot wires are touching. Or touching a neutral wire. Ugh, literally had my wires crossed.”

“You can fix it in the morning,” Willow said firmly, “Go to bed, Jason. That goes for you, too, Hunter.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jason grumbled, making his way back down to the basement. He turned on a flashlight, shining it on the fuse box and watching it for a long moment.

Completely normal.

“Everything okay?” Hunter asked. He stood at Jason’s side, peering at the fuse box. “I’m sure you tripping the breakers didn’t cause that much damage. It’ll be fine.”

“Mm.” Jason switched the flashlight off, climbing into his sleeping bag. “Yeah. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

Xxx

“Everyone ready?”

Hunter clipped the jumper cable to the doorknob. The door seemed to mostly be held together with Willow’s vines, but Luz had been meticulous in their placement, so Jason assumed that was part of the construction. Even so, it looked… haphazard at best, taped and strung with odds and ends. Nothing like the stately (if crumbling by the time they got to it) structure that they’d come through.

The palisman began to run on their wheels, and the generators sparked and hummed. Something flowed out of the big generator, nebulous and strange. It was almost impossible to look at, impossible to perceive. Jason’s eyes slid right off of it every time he tried to look.

Magic.

The magic traveled up the wire and to the door.

Which then burst on fire.

Jason jumped forward, but Hunter was already out of range, patting his hair.

Good thing he cut it last night.

Vee put out the fire, and Luz dropped to a crouch on the ground, putting her head in her hands.

Gus poked Jason. “Hey. Hey, put the automatic door in.”

Jason glanced at Luz. Amity had knelt next to the human, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Gus, I don’t think right now is the best t—”

“There’s no better time! Come on, just try it!”

Jason picked up the tiny door, carefully detaching one of the wheel’s wires from the main cable and clamping it to his own door. “Okay…”

Emmeline started to move, not quite trotting, more like BOUNCING around the wheel. But it turned, and the magic started to sizzle, then flow across the wires, lazily curling into the door.

To the door’s credit, it didn’t light on fire.

No, instead, it exploded, sending shards of metal and wire flying everywhere. Jason yelped, throwing up his hands to protect his face. Tiny slivers of pain sliced across his hands.

“Jason!” Gus grabbed his arm. “Are you okay? Emmeline, are you okay?”

“Fine—I’m fine.” Jason examined his hands, wincing and yanking out a shard of metal from his hand. “Ow. Okay, so, that’s a bust, too.”

Luz perked up, pulling Jason back towards her house. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up, get some bandages on that.”

Her hands were firm and gentle when she cleaned the cuts on his hands, and she was so focused on his wounds that Jason was surprised beams of magic didn’t shoot out of her eyes.

“You okay?”

“Fine. I’m fine. We’ll think of something else, it’s fine.”

Jason tugged his hand out of her reach. “Youuuuuu are acting like my dad.”

“Thanks?”

“Luz. Are you okay? Are you really, really okay? It’s just that…” Jason took a deep breath. “You kind of seem like you’re taking this even harder than everyone else? And I’m worried you’re trying to take on too much.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, but didn’t fall. “Well, what am I supposed to say to that?” she whispered.

Amity appeared in the doorway behind Luz. “Hey, your mom had the idea of a picnic. She says there’s a really nice spot she knows?”

Luz wiped her eyes, plastering on an ‘I’m okay’ face and turning to face her girlfriend. “That sounds great. I could use the break. Jason?”

Jason raised a box of bandaids like a toast. “I’ll catch up. I’m going to pick up all the pieces of my door before someone steps on them.”

“I’ll send Ghost for you,” Amity promised, and then they were gone. Jason plastered bandages on the tiny cuts on his hands, and locked the door of the house with the spare key Camila kept under one of her rosebushes. Which, he reflected, shaking his hand as he gained a new cut, was very defensible, but not fun to get.

Jason headed back up the path, gingerly picking up spare bits of twisted metal and holding them cupped in his hand.

“Is the input too much?” he murmured, examining a burned wire, “Would a restrainer help? Or maybe adding more paths for the energy to travel? Maybe if the door was bigger? It was a pretty small model.” He sighed, picking up the animal skull from Luz’s door, slightly scorched. “Or maybe trying to mix magic and tech was just a bad idea in general.”

A blue eye blinked at him out of the skull’s socket.

Jason let out a strangled scream and dropped the skull, punting it into the woods. He shook his hands, checking them for any sign that something had been left behind.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Jason took a deep breath. The cuts on his hands throbbed in time with his heartbeat, angry and fast. He dragged out a giant chunk of wood that had used to be part of the porch railing, and swung it up on his shoulder, cautiously approaching the skull.

He brought the beam down on the skull with a crunch, lifting and stomping it again, and again, and again. Finally, he nudged the broken pieces with his beam.

Nothing.

Just bone fragments and dirt.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm…”

Jason shuddered, his skin crawling as if a thousand spiderwebs had been draped over him. He spun in a circle, looking for any sign of the glowing blue eye. No tracks on the ground. No residual magic. No disturbed or dying wildlife. Just the haunting, watched feeling.

The tree above him rustled, and Jason swung around with the beam, whacking at the air.

Ghost hissed, fur puffing up.

Jason let out a sigh, setting down the beam and reaching up. “Sorry! You startled me.”

The cat leapt down, stepping lightly on his arms and winding around his neck, paws on his shoulders. Jason scratched its fur absentmindedly, still looking around the forest. “You didn’t see anything weird, did you?”

Ghost purred in response.

“Huh. I mean, if he…” Jason shuddered, mind skirting around the possibility. “He’d hit a palisman, right? To regain his strength? And if you don’t feel threatened, then…” Jason pinched the bridge of his nose. “Then Hunter’s right, and I need to sleep somewhere that isn’t the kitchen table,” he grumbled. He reached up and picked up Ghost, setting them on the ground. “Lead me to Amity?” he suggested.

The palisman padded off, and Jason followed, still glancing around the forest. He scratched at the bandaids, checking the wounds again. Just bright red slashed across his skin.

Ghost led him to a sunny park, where the others had already set up late lunch. Camila jogged up to meet him. “Hey, Jason. You okay? You look like you’ve seen a…”

Ghost rubbed against her legs, purring, and Camila gave the cat’s head a scratch with a chuckle. “Pardon the turn of phrase, baby. A ghost other than this angel.”

Jason rubbed his eyes. “I think I’m just tired. Thank you.” He nodded to Hunter. “Hey, can I talk to you?”

Hunter glanced at Willow and Gus, then shrugged, following him. “What’s up?”

Jason rubbed his arms. “You haven’t… seen anything weird, have you?”

“We’re in the human realm. Everything is weird. Yesterday? I saw a creature this big.” Hunter held his fingers very close to each other to illustrate. “It’s called an ant. Can you imagine if we had things that small in the isles?! They’d eat us alive, and we wouldn’t even know they were coming!”

Jason reached out, then paused. “Permission to touch?”

Hunter’s eyebrows squished in a very confused look, but he nodded.

Jason grabbed his shoulders, staring him in the eye. “Hunter, focus. Have you seen anything from our world leaking into this one? Any magic, any creatures, any… eyeballs?”

Hunter coughed. “What?”

“Eyeballs,” Jason repeated, “Or… any weird feelings? Like you’re being watched, or that something’s not right?”

Hunter shook his head. “Did you see something?”

Jason let go of his shoulders, rubbing his eyes. “Maybe? I don’t know, it’s just… I see something out of the corner of my eye, but every time I try to look closer, there’s nothing there. And I don’t know if there’s really something stalking me, or if it’s paranoia, or if I just haven’t been sleeping enough, or… I don’t know, the human realm has a hallucinatory effect on me? I just figured I’d ask. But if you haven’t seen anything, then it’s… it’s probably nothing, right? Or maybe I’m just going crazy?”

Hunter eyed him. “You need a nap.”

“No offense, but I’m not taking self-care advice from you.” Jason stretched. “Oh, yeah, on that note, you know Luz better than I do, is she okay?”

Hunter’s shoulders tensed up. “Hahahahahahahaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh yeah, Luz is doing fine. Great. She’s finally home after being stuck in our realm, she’s doing spectacularly.”

“Mmmmmmhmmm.”

Hunter waved his hands back and forth frantically. “She’s just really focused on getting us home is all! Why would you think, uhhhhhhhh… yeah. She’s fine. We’re fine.”

Wow. You are the worst liar in either dimension. “Okay.”

Hunter squinted at him. “Okay?”

“Okay. Like I said, you know her better than I do.” Jason gave him a wan smile. “You’re a good friend to her, Hunter.”

“Oh… I wouldn’t say… I mean…”

“No. You are. I…” Jason shrugged. “I hope she knows that she can trust you to watch her back.”

Hunter flushed, crossing his arms, then ran back to his friends. Jason sighed.

Guess it wasn’t very fair to ask him to snitch.

Maybe I should ask Luz if she’s seen anything weird. Might explain why she looks so tired and haunted.

But first…

Jason plopped down on the picnic blanket next to Vee. “Whatcha pack?”

She scooted over, pushing the basket towards him. “Some fruit. Cheese! Wait, can you eat cheese?”

“I can eat cheese.”

“Okay, yeah, fruit, cheese, some peanut butter. Soda.”

“What’s that?”

Vee’s face lit up, and she handed Jason a bottle full of brown liquid. “Be careful, sometimes it fizzes up.”

Jason eyed the bottle and slowly unscrewed the lid. The bottle hissed threateningly, bubbling as if it had been boiled, but stayed in the bottle. He tilted it back, and almost immediately, a fuzzy feeling crept up his throat and into his nose.

Jason coughed and snorted, slamming the lid back on and pawing at his nose. “What—Vee, I don’t think people from our realm are supposed to drink—” he coughed again. “Vee!”

“No, it’s supposed to—well, it might be the way you’re drinking it. But it’s supposed to do that.”

“I think my nose is on fire. Humans drink that for fun?!”

“Alright, alright. No soda for Jason. Got it.”

Jason nudged an apple, just to make sure it was dead, before stretching out and crunching down. “So.”

“So.”

“The door didn’t work. Either of them.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

Jason sighed. “Yeah. Yeah, we’ll figure it out.

The picnic blanket had been spread out in the shade of a tree, but sunlight filtered through, making a dappled pattern on the blanket. Jason’s eyes started to drift shut as the warmth of the sunlight seeped into him, banishing the lingering cobwebs from the forest.

When he opened his eyes again, there were leaves covering them.

Jason sat up in a shower of leaves, dusting the green off. The sun had started setting, streaking dusty pink across the sky. “What the…?”

“Vee got you, too?” Willow asked with a grin, plucking a leaf out of her own hair, “Guess we know who we can’t trust around here.”

“I wanted to see how many I could pile on before you woke up,” Vee replied serenely, “Not my fault you’re both such heavy sleepers.”

“You should pour water on her when she’s asleep tonight,” Jason suggested to Willow.

Vee gasped. “Don’t you dare!”

“Guys,” Luz called in a hushed whisper, “Over here! Look, the fireflies are out!”

“Uh-oh,” Willow mumbled.

Jason jumped up, making his way over to Luz, who was catching one in her hands. The little creatures were everywhere, lighting up the grass in little sparkles. Jason snatched one up, and it sat on his palm, glowing agreeably.

“Don’t touch those!” Willow yelped, smacking Luz’s hand. Hunter’s staff whooshed just above Jason’s palm, and the bug tumbled off.

“Are you crazy?!” Hunter yelped, “Are you looking to get burned?!”

Jason laughed. “Oh, there are so many weird things about yourself that you don’t know.” He caught another bug. “I catch ‘em all the time, fire doesn’t hurt us, not unless it’s really hot. Neither does boiling water.” He frowned at Luz. “Not sure what you’re up to, though. You’re not hurt, are you?”

She shook her head, capturing another. “They don’t burn you in the human realm.”

Jason squinted at the little bug in his hand. “…Huh.”

Luz deposited hers in Willow’s hand. “See? Just a little guy!”

“Just a little guy,” Willow repeated.

Luz grabbed Hunter’s arm. “C’mon, look—” she grabbed a jar from the picnic basket and scooped a firefly into it, gently herding the creature with her hand. “Be gentle!” She handed Hunter the jar, and he wafted another bug into the container. His eyes lit up, and then he and Luz were running all over the field, shooing more into the jar.

Willow stood with a variety of plants curled around her arms, and the fireflies were landing on them, making her arms into glowing wreaths. Hunter ran back up, proudly displayed his jar full of fireflies, then settled down to watch them glow gently in the jar, riveted. Luz crouched next to him, watching the little creatures with a smile.

Jason sat down in the grass, and a few of the bugs landed on his arms. “Hello, there,” he said softly.

Do Mom and Dad know about this place?

Did they catch fireflies here?

Did Uncle Belos?

Jason couldn’t imagine his tall, stately uncle running around chasing fireflies, not the way he could picture his parents laughing and competing to see who could catch the most fireflies.

He held his hand out for another firefly. He could see wanting to protect this place, glowing with the soft light of the little bugs.

Did he even remember the little things like fireflies?

Or were they lost to the centuries?

Jason shook his head. In the end, it didn’t really matter, did it? There wasn’t a single person that Jason cared about that Belos hadn’t hurt in some way. Even if he’d wanted to protect this realm… it hadn’t been worth the damage he’d caused.

Hunter opened the firefly jar, and the creatures slowly floated up and away, like tiny light glyphs streaking up towards the sky where they joined the stars.

Jason traced unfamiliar constellations in the sky.

“You know, they say that fireflies can lead you where you need to go,” Camila commented, sitting down next to him, “Legend claims that they’ll light the way home.”

Jason hummed in response.

That would be nice.

He flopped backwards, watching the fireflies flit out of the grass around him and stream up and away towards the sky. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Luz watching them go, her foot tracing the shape of a light glyph in the dirt.

It would be nice, if some outside force could suddenly whisk them home.

Jason shook his head, reaching up and grasping for the fireflies.

But we’ll have to build our own way back.

#toh #the owl house #gilded family au #toh fanfiction #my writing #luz noceda #toh hunter #the golden guard

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its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons · 4 years ago

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pairings: Lucifer x Fem!Reader, Mammon x Fem!Reader, Leviathan x Fem!Reader

warnings: tw abandonment (but it turns out okay, I promise), mentions of the act of birthing,

A/N: you came to the right place! as the second oldest of six children, I have some experience when it comes to pregnancy:) I hope you don't mind, nonny, but I'm gonna split this up into a few parts so I can do the dateables as well!

Lucifer

The moment you had shyly produced the positive pregnancy test from the pocket of your hoodie, it felt like Lucifer had entered into a fever dream filled with nursery designs, baby names, the expenses that pile up before the baby even arrives, researching human pregnancy, keeping you out of harm's way and healthy and happy...

So when you first stagger out of bed and rush to his bathroom, hand clamped over your mouth and one shaky hand on your slightly swollen tummy, Lucifer isn't surprised

He is very concerned, however. You had been so nervous to tell him of your pregnancy, you waited until the last moment before your bump was noticeable to tell him

That meant you had been suffering from all of these pregnancy side effects before he'd permanently moved you to sleep in his room

Lucifer hoists himself out of bed and pads into the bathroom, gathering up your hair, if any, into his fist and pulling your hunched form between his legs for support

You hate this feeling with a passion; throbbing stomach and a lump in your throat with little to no vertigo and tears rolling down your face as you try and catch your breath

You tell him it hurts, you ask him if he can take the pain away as your head rests on his chest, lashes fluttering with wooziness

Lightheadedness was unbearably common; you would suddenly grip his sleeve and he could watch the color drain from your face and your knees get shaky, body beginning to sway

He always catches you though, finding a place for you to sit or lie down and gather yourself

Tummy rubs become more common; the feeling of his hands against your bare tummy, spreading their warmth and nullifying the ache, allowing you to relax

He's extremely attentive as well and can tell whenever you need something

Water? Here's a cup sweetheart, remember, you're hydrating and eating for two people!

Craving something? Chocolate? Fried pickles? Chips of some kind? sweets? He's stockpiled anything you could want and locked it away just for you.

I feel like Lucifer would want your baby to be a little girl. A little princess he can carry on his shoulders and spoil with his love and gifts.

Satan ruined him for having another baby boy, but if that's how the cards fall, he certainly wouldn't mind. Unfortunately, he'd be constantly walking on eggshells, afraid he'll make your little boy into another rebellious child

That's the last thing he wants

Lucifer does his best to keep his kid away from Satan and Belphie and out of the 'Formerly Anti-Lucifer League', but sometimes you're taking a nap or out shopping with Asmodeus, and Satan and his brothers manage to coerce the little one into their shenanigans

One thing is for sure though, even if Lucifer didn't want any kids and the creation of one was unplanned, he would never ever turn you away

He's very responsible and does anything in his power to make the pregnancy as easy and happy as possible

On the day you are to give birth, he's a mess

He has already sweat through 3 shirts by the time the IV has been secured to your hand

Everything he says doesn't come without a stutter

He's squeezing your hand and kissing your hair during labor, trying to distract you from the burn between your legs as much as he can

You probably need extra stitches from baby's horns ngl

Definitely cries before the baby is even put in your arms

Refuses to let his brothers come and see you, "They can wait until we go home."

Lucifer is Smitten™

He smooches the tiredness under your eyes and tells you to get some rest

Surprisingly, he enjoys a lot of the names from the human world you discuss and will most likely pick one of those

But if it's a girl, her name is Lilith. I'm sorry MC, your input is invalid at this time

You don't regret 'final day in the devildom sex' at all when you get to witness the Avatar of Pride reduced to tears when the nurse puts the child in his arms

P-P-Pregnant? MC, ya better be jokin'...

Mammon

You weren't, judging by the pregnancy test(s) clutched in your fist

He's not mad at you, he's not upset, (in fact, he's the happiest he's ever been), he just scared

Broken Condom Victim™

He loved you just a bit too hard last week...

but let's be real here, HIS MC, carrying HIS baby?

That's like the highest level of ownership on his lovely human you could get! Levi, Asmo, Beel, Lucifer, everyone would be SOOOO JEALOUS!!!

AND

He gets to have a little one running around again!

You saw how sweet he was to babified Satan in the obey me anime premier! He LOVES little kids and nothing would make him happier than someone to play with (besides MC of course) that wouldn't make fun of him for messing up and being silly!

AND

You're so pretty!!

I mean, ya were always pretty, but somethin' about ya is different and yer even more beautiful than before somehow!

Mammon said, his entire face the shade of a pomegranate

Pregnancy glow is REAL

Asmo agrees, after stealing you away from an extremely overprotective mammon and hiding in the attic to chat without disturbance (mammon)

But as much as YOU know he would be the BEST father, comments from his brothers continue to drag him down and the evenings he cried into your shoulder became more and more frequent as your pregnancy progresses

Mammon, as we all know, is, in fact, a tiddy man

He likes to touch and squeeze them, and just gently hold them while cuddling or even browsing in a store, he'd just come up behind you and touch your boobs

(also, mammon likes all sizes, so if you have next to no tiddy like me, you'll be at his mercy as well. those with the large honkers, however, watch yourself)

Now that there's a miracle growing in your tummy, other parts of your body are preparing for its arrival, including your chest

Swelling, swelling, soreness, growing and darkening of the nipples, and swelling make it so Mammon can no longer touch your pretty tiddies :(((

(grammarly didn't like that word)

On the day mammon snack size was to be born, mammon is silent but extremely fidgety

It was early in the morning when you'd shaken him awake like, "mammoney, I'm going into labor" and he was out of bed and out the door with your luggage before you finished blinking

After grabbing your DDD's and you, he carries you down to the car (what dysfunctional family doesn't have a car? a nice one (Mercedes, Audi, you get the idea) for lucifer and a Volkswagon bus or something for his siblings to share) and drives quickly, but very carefully drives to the hospital, holding your hand the whole way.

He covers your eyes when they put the IV in, just in case you're squeamish, and rubs your arms as the drugs begin to take effect and there's a little fear in your eyes at the thought of pushing an entire human/demon being out of your coochie

He assures you and never lets go of your hand no matter how long you're in labor

When it's all over with and you are resting in your hospital bed waiting for the doctors to finish the Apgar tests and give you your baby

Mammon is speechless as the nurse places the baby in your arms

That's HIS KID!!

Immediately starts crying

The little horns poking out of the blanket? Those look just like his!!

Judging by the bit of hair on it's head, it looks like the baby will have hair like yours

If it's a baby boy, he thinks it should be named "Mammon II" but you just giggle and remind him of the deal he made with lucifer long ago, that his first born child, no matter the gender, had to have 'Lucifer' somewhere in their name

Human names are dumb, except for yours of course, so he searches for suitable demon names

The last thing he wants is a kid named Lucifer, so that will be the kid's middle name

He really regrets his past decisions now

Leviathan

"Levi?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I'm pregnant."

*leviathan has been KO'd*

No joke, this man is literally floored and didn't wake up for a while and you were afraid you had just slain the fucking Lord of Shadows

Some Henry you were

You had to call Lucifer in to wake him up because he was still flat on the floor a half and hour later

Mammon is more that happy to tip a bucket of ice water on the face of the son of a bitch that impregnated HIS MC

Levi wakes up and pounces on you, gripping you tightly by the arms

"You're k-kidding r-right?"

Him? A father?

Uhhhhhhh

Unfortunately, Leviathan.exe has stopped working, try again in two thousand years

I hate to say this, but he definitely detaches himself for a while until his brothers, especially Asmodeus, literally beat him into shape

He comes back to you, a little bruised and sobbing, but not from the beating he just received

He's so sorry he neglected you! He's such a horrible demon, undeserving of your welcoming nature

He's gonna be the worst dad, and he's not good enough for you, and his kid will hate him just like everyone else does, he doesn't deserve you, he's so sorry for making you suffer the side effects and feel all alone,

Sir, I-

FALSE

It's your turn to shake some sense into him, reminding him that he would be the. best. dad!!

Not to mention the fact that you were just happy he realized his mistakes and came back to you

He begs you to sleep in his bed tub with him for security, and you have to admit his tail is very comforting

Levi does extensive research on human pregnancy and now at the dinner table, instead of talking about the latest slice of life anime he'd been watching, he's just spouting random pregnancy facts and you're laughing so hard it brings you to tears

When the weird dreams and vivid nightmares happen, Levi is right behind you, rubbing your swollen tummy, and letting you talk about them

A lot of them were about him and about your future child

Most of them were about how they got hurt in some way, either that or YOU got hurt and the baby died

These, more often than not, brought you to tears and stress you out, but Levi is right there, okay? Nothing can hurt you, nor would he let anything happen to you on his watch

Learns how to massage you (safely) to reduce stress

Definitely talks to the baby a lot

Levi begged you to be induced so the birth was safe and not a sudden occasion and you agree

On the day the doctor recommended, you arrived at the hospital and got down to business

Levi didn't really want to be in the room with you, but he knew he had to for your sake and he'd played a few birth simulators from both perspectives and you really needed him

Kinda sits there awkwardly comforting you and encouraging you, holding your hand and caressing your cheeks, a bit flushed from exertion and tears

Listen

If the baby is a boy, his name will be Henry and that's final

If it's a girl, he doesn't really care, as long as you don't name her 'mammonia' or something dumb like that

definitely crashes your hospital bed to snuggle until the baby is ready

cries when the baby wraps its extremely small digits around one of his own

also at the little horns protruding from its head

and the tuft of purple in its head

Also Smitten™

He's so excited to get home and show off his beautiful baby to his brothers and then formulate a plan to raise the kid to live and breathe TSL just like his daddy <3

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divorceegf · 5 years ago

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No big conclusion, just some thoughts ahead, but there was such a dichotomy? at play in Jon and Sansa’s dynamic.

They were constantly seeking validation from each other and always so fearful the other didn’t reaaaally trust them (“He never asked for my opinion, why would he start now?”, “Do you have any faith in me at all?”, etc.) or maybe even loved them (“I’m her family too”), even though there had been numerous examples that they did and plenty of validation too, verbal (“You are [a Stark] to me”, “We’re standing here [in WF] because of you”, etc.) and otherwise (Sansa standing by Jon when he was KitN, especially when he left for DS; Jon leaving her in charge while he was away, etc.)

And the thing is that they did trust that the other had their best interests at heart always despite some... questionable behavior (Sansa not telling Jon about the KotV or breaking her promise not to tell anyone about his parentage; Jon bending the knee willingly and all the mess that followed, etc.). I’m not getting into their individual mindsets or discussions of whether either was right to do the things they did, just listing their actions!

That trust, and even love, they are always so insecure about is at the same time the one they rely on so much and, in a contradictory way, take for granted. Jon and Sansa weren’t close as children, which could explain in some part why there’s this layer of insecurity to their dynamic since their relationship has been essentially built fresh rather than just anew. (I think it’s worth mentioning here that, from Jon’s perspective, there’s also all the anxieties and issue of self-worth that come from his socialization as a bastard.) But it’s also that very connection to a shared past that allows them to trust each other ultimately because they’re family.

Sansa has some big trust issues that aren’t exclusive to Jon, while Jon sucks at communicating and is too much of a lone wolf in terms of shouldering responsability – it only half accounts for why they could treat each other so very unfairly at times. The rest of the explanation is that they felt there was no serious reason to fear that they’ll lose the other’s affection on account of being ~siblings~. Closeness (as adults) or distance (as children) doesn’t seem to dictate this belief. In fact, I don’t think anything does, it’s really just a case of taking each other for granted which is why their relationship was so bumpy.

To only mention the most notable instances of unfair behavior and consequences of said unfair behavior on their relationship: Jon is within his rights to feel betrayed that Sansa broke a promise and shared information that is not only extremely sensitive but deeply personal, and Sansa is also within her rights to feel cornered when Jon demanded blind faith from her which was hard not to perceive as attempts at silencing her and any of her concerns. Furthermore, they worked against each other all through season 8 because their specific goals beyond survival were so different, with Jon standing by Dany, and Sansa gunning to get him crowned as KitN again. Like I said, bumpy relationship.

Still, they never stopped concerning themselves with the other’s wellbeing or trusting that they had the other’s affection and, well, trust. That last part specifically, even though they were so insecure about losing it too...

Doesn’t erase all the hurt they caused each other anyway. It’s all a mess *sigh*

Jon and Sansa’s relationship was dysfunctional, but the good news is that I don’t think it’s hopeless. The crux of their dysfunction resides in their failure to communicate effectively and openly. Like I mentioned, it stems from individual character flaws and insecurities that are exacerbated around each other. They can work on all of it, they just have to be willing to, and considering how much they care for the other and still did when all was said and done in 8x06, I don’t see why their future has to be bleak once some conversations are had and apologies are made.

#txt #jonsa #where will we go #meta #why did i write this you ask? bc it's 4am

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retvenkos · 5 years ago

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“if i die, i’m haunting you - you’re not off the hook that easy”

requested

OKAY, FAM, HERE WE GO, TALKING ABOUT BEING BFFS WITH THE ONE AND ONLY KLAUS HARGREEVES...

first of all... good luck

klaus can just be... the most, so you’re patience would have to be something else.

BUT while you are the more calm out of the two of you, you also have those moments where you just want to go and klaus whines while you pull him to your next destination, promising it will be worth his while.

“i’ll have you know my expectations are very high.”

“we both know that’s a lie, klaus. you’d lick the cement if i told you that you could get high off of it.”

but honestly the two of you can make a party out of anything

if you go grocery shopping together, you’ll end up pushing him in the cart and he’ll just pick things off the shelves, opening chips and cookies while you try to find what you are looking for

you two crash diners a lot, and it’s the equivalent of having a high school theatre cast stop by, because you are just as obnoxious and the waitresses and waiters fight over who ends up serving you

if you go to the movies together, you definitely sneak in food and you either have to stop or join him when he starts to smoke in the back.

klaus is just chaotic, and the fact that you can keep up is truly astounding

oh, and we all know that you drive klaus everywhere, so be prepared for that

and, yes, he is 100% a backseat driver

and i’m so sorry, it’s annoying but if you try to tell him to stop, it just gets worse

it’s either backseat driving or he’s having arguments with ben (which you definitely weigh in on, despite only hearing half of the argument) and honestly, it’s a toss up between which is objectively worse.

oh, and i firmly believe that klaus either lives with you or is just crashing on your couch so often that it feels like he’s a permanent member of that place you call home

even though he’s constantly coming and going, your place is a constant in the chaos of his life, and it’s just so wholesome, okay?

but he’s also constantly stealing your clothes, so beware

“y’know, some people would be honored to have me wear their clothes.”

“really?”

“uh huh.”

“so then why do you have to steal mine? why not wear theirs?”

and on the first night he sleeps over, you wake up in the middle of the night because you hear him... crying?

and you’re groggy and tired (and possibly working off a hangover yourself), but you go over to him, expecting to see him up, sitting on the couch with the heels of his hands pushing against wide eyes, but instead, you find him... asleep

and you stand there, not sure if you should wake him or let him rest

was he resting, though, in this agony?

he wakes up, then, and you stay up the rest of the night, talking

nothing in particular, really

but you manage to talk about anything and everything, and you know klaus better than before

god, give this man a friend. he deserves it.

the best thing about you and klaus’ friendship is that he never has to do any stupid thing on his own, because you will 100% join him

or vehemently protest, talking him out of some of the worse decisions he tries to make

but whatever klaus gets up to, you are there because if you didn’t, klaus would definitely be dead at this point

miracles can happen

and if you ever meet his siblings (you know all about them, klaus loves to talk about his dysfunctional family), they commend you for putting up with him

you are seemingly the more put together one, but klaus will always remind you that you are just as much a mess as he is - he just wears insanity better

“i honestly don’t know how you do it. i tried to kill him at least three times when we were kids.” (diego, probably)

“yes, (y/n)’s a saint, we’re all aware.”

“jealous, are we? your family likes me better than they like you.”

“they don’t know you like i do.”

oh, and you and klaus definitely got matching tattoos once

do you regret it? maybe. did you remove it? hell no.

but you do threaten to, if klaus is being especially idiotic

“you wouldn’t dare.”

“you wanna bet?”

“you know i don’t have the money - i’m poor!”

“maybe if you hadn’t spent all that money on dope, you wouldn’t be.”

“and have self control? you know that’s not my brand.”

and i forgot to mention - you and klaus have the worst best taste in music

and you definitely spontaneously break out into song just to annoy each other and/or those around you

ben wants to off himself whenever you guys start but he’s already dead, so...

i think what is most poignant about your friendship is that the two of you can be your most true selves around each other

klaus is clearly not the greatest with real, raw feelings, but you have shown him time and time again that he can be vulnerable around you, and that is honestly so comforting to him

honestly? where would he be without you? you’re like the family he always needed, and he’s so g l a d that he found you and you decided he’s worth sticking around for

and, at the same time, the two of you can do dumb, stupid, and sometimes really bad stuff, and you don’t judge him for it - instead, you join him

i feel like everyone in klaus’ life holds the moral high ground, and while that is gives him something to work towards, it can also be really demoralizing

the fact that you are more on par with him but still keep him in check is definitely good for him - you’re not better, you just know a little better and you both still respect the other

that got kind of sappy, my bad. but klaus deserves a bff? you, him, and ben can be a holy trinity of chaos.

klaus is clearly the chaotic neutral of the group.

just,,, please treat your bff kindly. threaten him, but be kind.

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

taglist: @babyplutoszx2

#the umbrella academy #tua #klaus hargreeves #x reader #reader insert #headcanons #would include #imagine #platonic #platonic!reader #fluff

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writingblock101 · 5 years ago

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Sacrifices (Batfam x Batsis!Reader)

Warnings: Violence, gore

Word Count: 4,200

Artwork by poorbird

Tags: @idkmanicantenglish

It would’ve made sense for you to become Robin, you suppose. By the time you arrived at Wayne Manor, Jason still lived there. While at the time Jason was Robin, it would’ve been possible for him to adopt a new persona, but you didn’t want to be Robin. Instead, you became The Titan.

As for the series of unfortunate events that landed you on Bruce Wayne’s doorstep, you prefer to not think about it. Instead, you found a new family with two older brothers, a workaholic dad and a tired butler. Together you were dysfunctional and strange, but you loved each other so it worked.

Granted, being a Wayne has never been easy. At first, Jason was very standoffish, but between yours and Dick’s pestering, he eventually warmed up to you. The three of you become inseparable and God helped whatever idiot dared to try to hurt any of you.

Things were good... until they weren’t. Jason’s death weighed heavily on everyone, especially Bruce. You didn’t see Dick for months, leaving you trapped in your own mind.

You hated living in that giant mansion alone with Bruce, but things got better when Tim showed up on the doorstep. You missed your older brothers, so you were relieved to finally not be alone, and Tim allowed you to learn how to step into the older sibling role.

Then things got complicated with Jason’s return.

Eventually, everything settled and broken bridges were mended, but life threw another curveball when Bruce showed up with Damian. To say he was a handful is an understatement, but like Jason, you and Tim pestered your way through his tough exterior and became the older siblings to Damian that Dick and Jason are for you and Tim.

Though Damian is the only Wayne child who still lived in the Manor, the four of you were more than happy to temporarily resume your residency while Bruce was off-world with the Justice League and patrol Gotham together for a week. Bruce claimed Damian needed social interaction beyond himself, Alfred, and Jon, but the four of you knew Bruce and Alfred missed having a full house and Damian missed his older siblings.

The week was going great, you missed patrolling with your brothers. When things got slow, you goofed off with them, playing an impressive game of tag, making snack runs, and catching up on various Gotham rooftops. But in an instant, when you heard a cry for help, it was all business where you worked fluidly as a team. You haven’t had this much fun patrolling since you moved out of the Manor. During the day, you guys wreaked havoc in Gotham. Dare you say it, but you missed Gotham (not really, you just missed your brothers).

Then Bane showed up.

You five were never supposed to face off against him until Bruce got back, but things are never that simple in Gotham.

Bane throws you against the wall, cracks spiderwebbing underneath you then you fall forward, hitting the ground. Before you can even stop to groan in pain, you’re on your feet, narrowly dodging another hit. Nightwing kicks off the wall and punches Bane in the head. Red Robin quickly follows with his bo staff, smacking Bane in the jaw then you knock Bane backward with a powerful kick to his chest.

As he stumbles back, Robin cuts his calf open with a katana. Bane yells in pain and blindly swipes at Robin, but Robin rolls out of the way and slices Bane’s other leg. Red Hood shoots Bane in the knee three times then knocks his feet out from under him.

Bane momentarily collapses but rolls to his feet with a grin, Venom pumping through the pipes on his back. You sigh, rolling your sore shoulder back.

“Does he ever stay down?” You grumble.

“Let’s find out,” Nightwing smirks, but beneath the cockiness, he looks exhausted.

You were all exhausted. This back and forth game with Bane had been going on for almost an hour. You finally stopped trying to count how many times Bane has thrown you into a wall and don’t even want to think how many of your ribs were broken.

Robin is fighting through a limp and Red Robin’s arm is bleeding profusely. Nightwing’s knee has given out a few times and Red Hood’s reaction time is slower, probably due to a concussion. But all of you have too much adrenaline pumping through your veins for injuries to stop you.

The med bay will be busy at the Manor.

Nightwing hits Bane in the collar bone with his escrima sticks then Red Hood lands a heavy kick to the ribs. You quickly follow with a roundhouse which you give extra power with the electrocuting feature in your suit. Bane stumbles backward but Robin is ready and slices one of the Venom tubes on Bane’s back.

“You brat!” He roars.

Bane punches Robin then snatches one of his ankles and slams him into the ground. He winds up for another hit, but Robin is back on his feet, bearing even more weight onto his left leg. Red Robin strikes Bane in the face with drives both feet into his stomach.

Bane stumbles again and you knock his feet out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground. Red Hood takes the opportunity to pin him down and land a few heavy blows to Bane’s face. The attack is short-lived because Bane flings Red Hood across the room, but Nightwing is there in an instant, driving a hard kick to Bane’s throat. Bane catches his leg and slams him into the ground. Before he can punch Nightwing, Robin swings his katana hard enough that the blade gets buried too far into Bane’s wrist for Robin to yank it out and instead abandons the sword to dodge another punch.

Bane yanks the katana out of his arm and swings it with enough force that it snaps Red Robin’s bo staff in half. Red Robin stumbles back from the force but regains his balance and strikes Bane with his new escrima sticks. Bane swings the katana again, grazing Red Robin’s shoulder, but he rolls out of the way before Bane could seriously injure him.

You kick Bane’s injured knee, causing it to give out, forcing Bane down to one knee. He tries to swing at you, but you easily jump over the blade and punch Bane in the face. Robin hits Bane in the ribs with two consecutive roundhouses then punches him in the face. You drop an elbow on Bane’s shoulder and kick him in the ribs, but he catches your leg and slams you to the ground, your left shoulder cracking loudly.

You groan in pain, but Bane yanks you upwards and punches you, sending you flying backward a few feet. Bane swings the katana at Robin, slicing deeply into his left thigh. Robin collapses, both legs giving out from underneath him while Bane stands up, holding Robin’s katana. He draws it back, ready to stab Robin--

You don’t think. Your mind barley collaborates with your body. In an instant, you’re on your feet in front of Robin but before you can disarm Bane, the katana is buried in your chest, the tip of the blade coming out of your back.

You blink, none of the pain hitting you yet, but instead grit your teeth and charge your suit then hit Bane with the strongest bolt of electricity possible. He goes flying across the room, his Venom system fried and hits the wall, his head lolling for a moment. Before he can get up, Red Hood is on him in an instant, bashing his face.

Your head is fuzzy and your chest is numb. When you try to stand up, you stumble and fall to one knee. Robin drags himself to his feet and seizes the front of your suit.

“Titan, what did you just do?!” He demands.

You stare at him woozily, noticing that Robin’s leg is bleeding profusely.

“Your leg,” You mumble, reaching out to do something.

“Forget about my leg! What were you thinking?!” He demands, his hand shaking.

You try to breathe, but everything tightens around the blade then the pain hits. It feels like fire slowly taking over your chest. Robin continues yelling, tears beginning to slip out from behind his mask. You whimper, letting out a choked cry of pain that sends more fire burning through your chest. Your other knee gives out, causing you to fully fall, Robin’s grip on your suit is the only thing that keeps you from hitting the floor.

“I was going to move! Why did you get in front of me?!” Robin cries.

“Robin,” Nightwing grabs his shoulder. “I got this.”

Robin knocks his hand away.

“No!” His voice cracks. “Titan jumped in front of him before I could do anything! I could’ve done something…” Red Robin grabs Robin from behind and drags him away while Nightwing takes his place, holding you up.

“Get your hands off me, Red!” Robin screams.

“Easy, Robin,” Red Robin mutters to him. “Let Nightwing help her.”

“This shouldn’t be happening, she shouldn’t be hurt!” He tries to elbow his way out of Red Robin’s grip, but Red Robin holds tight.

You grab Nightwing’s shoulders, unable to hold yourself up. He holds your arms steady, keeping you upright.

“Geeze, T,” He mumbles to you, looking down at the sword. “What did you do?”

Tears pool under your mask, slowly beginning to drip out as your face scrunches in pain.

“Didn’t—want—him—to—hurt—Robin,” You whimper, your nails digging into his shoulder.

“Keep breathing, we’re going to get you help,” He promises. “Eyes open, okay? Don’t close them.”

You force your eyes open, digging your nails Nightwing’s shoulder as another wave of pain hits you.

“Hood,” Nightwing calmly calls over his shoulder. “Do you still have those military field dressings?”

Red Hood hustles over, leaving Bane tied up and unconscious and pulls two pads out of his jacket. He kneels next to Nightwing, pushing your hair back out of your face.

“Geeze, kid,” Red Hood shakes his head. “You really go all out, don’t you?”

You try to chuckle, but your chest screams in pain, making you wince instead. The wince tightened your chest even more, your nails digging into Nightwing’s shoulder again as you let out a sob. Of course, your chest tightens again, creating even more pain, more tears streaming down your face. Red Hood leans over, wiping his thumb under your eyes.

“Keep breathing, T.”

“It—hurts—so—fuc—king—bad,” You whimper, more tears running down your face.

“I know it hurts, but breathe with me,” He places your hand against his armored chest and takes a deep breath so you can feel his chest move then slowly breathes out.

You try your best to breathe with him and partially succeed, but Red Hood’s breathing is more even than yours.

“Keep going,” He encourages. “Wing, what’s the plan?”

“You’re going to pull the sword out and I’m putting the military dressings on.”

Despite the helmet, Nightwing can feel the way Red Hood raises his eyebrows by his silence.

“Shouldn’t we leave it in?”

“Normally, yes. But that’s when EMTs can transport you safely which isn’t the case for us,” Nightwing explains quickly then shifts so Red Hood is holding you up and takes the dressings from him.

“You ready, Wing?” He asks.

Nightwing shifts behind you, preparing the dressings then nods.

“Alright, T, this is going to hurt, but I need you to stay awake, okay?” You nod at Red Hood then he grabs the hilt of the sword and slowly pulls it out.

Right as the tip travels back into your body, Nightwing presses the pad on your back, making sure it’s fully adhered. You gasp in pain, gritting your teeth and digging your nails into Red Hood’s shoulder. Red Hood winces at the sound of you whimpering as he pulls the sword free. Nightwing quickly presses the pad to the wound on the front of your chest then you collapse onto Red Hood, sobbing in pain. He holds you close, careful of your chest and strokes your hair.

“Hang in there, T. Just a little longer,” He murmurs to you then passes you off to Nightwing who carefully lifts you off the ground.

You whimper, the movement pulling at your chest. Your vision gets hazy. It’s becoming harder to keep your eyes open. Nightwing frowns, looking down at the bandages.

“Titan. Stay awake. We need to move, I can already see blood,” He looks at Red Robin, who is finishing the wrappings on Robin’s leg. “Call Agent A. Get Dr. Leslie to the Cave, now.”

. . .

“Dammit, Damian!” Tim smacks Damian’s arm. “Hold still!”

“I can do it myself!” He hisses, trying to snatch the needle from Tim.

“You’re actively bleeding out. Just let me finish!”

“You don’t know what you’re doing!”

“I’ve been stitching myself up longer than you’ve been alive!”

“After seeing the way you fight? That doesn’t surprise me, Drake. It’s shocking that you haven’t died yet!”

“You’re about to be bleeding from somewhere else except I won’t miss your femoral artery!”

“Tim! Damian! Enough!” Dick snaps. “Damian, let Tim stitch you up.”

Damian glares at Dick, but crosses his arms and allows Tim to finish. Dick shakes his head with a sigh and finishes wrapping his knee. You’ve been in surgery for half an hour so to say everyone is on edge is an understatement, but Damian isn’t usually this difficult about receiving medical attention.

“Damian!” Tim yells, picking the needle up from the ground. “What the hell?!”

“You stabbed me!” He protests.

“You’re getting stitches! It’s not going to tickle!”

“Damian,” Dick snaps. “I understand that you’re worried, but the best thing you can do right now is take care of yourself.”

“Tt, you don’t get it,” Damian huffs, crossing his arms.

“What do you mean we don’t get it?” Jason growls.

“You weren’t there when it happened!” He exclaims. “You weren’t right there!”

“We all saw it happen, kid,” Jason snaps. “I had to watch her cry while I pulled the fucking sword out of her!”

“No, you don’t get it!” Damian yells. “It was my sword!”

“What are you talking about?” Tim frowns.

“It was my sword that hurt her!” His shoulders slump. “Only my sword can pierce her body armor and if I hadn’t let Bane have it, she wouldn’t be dying right now!”

Tim’s face softens.

“Damian, you didn’t hand it to him—”

“I may as well have!”

“You stabbed him with it!”

“It doesn’t matter! It was stupid!”

“Dames,” Dick frowns. “You didn’t—”

“No. She jumped in front of me because I was being reckless,” Damian cuts him off. “It was my fault.”

“She made that decision,” Tim tells him. “Y/N knew what was going to happen. That’s not on you, Damian.”

“But I put her in the position that forced her to make that decision.”

“One of your legs is broken and the other one needed twenty stitches! You didn’t go into this fight anticipating that!” Tim argues.

Damian looks up, refusing to meet his brothers’ eyes as his eyes well up and a lump forms in his throat. Dick frowns, laying a hand on his shoulder.

“None of us blame you, Damian,” He reassures him. “Don’t blame yourself.”

Damian shoves Dick’s hand off him and looks down, hastily wiping away stray tears. He slouches in on himself, making himself look even smaller.

“I don’t want to be responsible for anything happening to her,” He admits to the floor.

“You’re not,” Jason says. “Y/N knows the risk of putting on that mask. We all do. The second we step out of this Cave, we all know there’s a possibility of not coming back.”

“But we did come back,” Tim adds. “All of us did and Dr. Thompkins is helping her right now.”

“It’s going to take a lot more than a sword to the chest to take Y/N down. And if it was one of our asses on the line, she’d do it again in a heartbeat. We all would. It’s not your fault, kid. It’s part of the job.”

Damian doesn’t look convinced, but he stays quiet while Tim finishes stitching him. Dick manages to force all his brothers to shower and eat a sandwich (he almost didn’t eat one himself, but a pointed look from Alfred changed that), but trying to make them sleep in a pipe dream.

Instead, they opt to wait outside the med bay for Dr. Leslie to finish. Jason paces, Dick bounces his good leg, Tim checks the progress of the police reports while they process Bane (he wanted to do research about chest wounds, but Dick wouldn’t let him, especially within eyesight of Damian), and Damian mindlessly sharpened a sword he never uses.

Two hours pass then Dr. Leslie finally walks out of the med bay, exhausted and blood splattered. All four boys’ attention snaps to her instantly.

“She’s stable,” Dr. Leslie tells them. “And extremely lucky. She managed to get stabbed right below her heart but above her liver so it missed any major organs and her spine. It did nick her vena cava so there’s some internal bleeding. She’s got a lot of broken ribs, a broken xiphoid process, dislocated shoulder, some bruising and some lacerations, but she’ll be okay.”

The boys sag with relief.

“Can we see her?” Dick asks.

Dr. Leslie nods.

“She’s asleep and probably won’t wake up until tomorrow at the absolute earliest. Call me when she wakes up.”

“Thank you, Dr. Leslie,” Dick says sincerely.

She smiles fondly and ruffles his hair.

“Anything for this family.”

Alfred escorts Dr. Leslie to her car while the boys go into your med bay room. Jason picks up Damian who immediately protests.

“Tt! I am not a child!”

Jason rolls his eyes.

“Your legs aren’t taking you anywhere fast. Get over it, short stack.”

He crosses his arms but makes no move to free himself. Jason carries him into your room, followed closely by Tim and Dick and sets Damian at the foot of your bed.

As Dr. Leslie said, you were asleep. Your left arm is secured across your chest in a sling, a gash on your forehead has been stitched up and a dark bruise is forming on your cheekbone, but your chest is steadily rising and falling and your heart rate monitor is beeping normally.

Dick moves forward and kisses the top of your head then sits down in a nearby chair. Jason and Tim sit in other chairs near your bed while Damian sits motionless at the foot of your bed.

“Dames?” Dick asks. “You okay?”

He doesn’t even look at Dick.

“She’s not going to break if you touch her,” Dick says. “Just be careful.”

Damian glances at Dick uncertainly, but he hesitantly crawls up the bed and curls up against your right shoulder. Jason and Tim get comfortable in the surrounding recliners so Dick picks up the blanket from the foot of your bed and covers Damian who is already starting to fall asleep. Tim and Jason are also dozing off, the exhaustion from the night finally sinking in now that they know you’re okay.

Alfred quietly clears his throat from the doorway.

“How is she?” He asks.

Dick glances back at you and smiles.

“She’s going to be okay.”

Alfred smiles, looking relieved then looks at Dick.

“And how are you, Master Dick?”

Dick shrugs, looking down at the floor for a moment.

“Noting we haven’t seen before.”

Alfred knows Dick well and patiently waits for him to say more. Most of the time, Dick forgets Alfred was in the military and that he understands the weight behind close calls. Dick gestures for Alfred to step out of the room in order to not disturb his brothers’ much-needed sleep.

“We shouldn’t have gone after Bane,” Dick admits once the door shuts behind him. “I know better. I shouldn’t have let them talk me into it.”

Alfred nods along slowly.

“Bane has always been someone Master Bruce struggles to defeat. You five did it without him. You should be proud of yourselves.”

“But at what cost?” Dick asks.

“Miss. Y/N is going to be okay and you can’t change what happened, so be proud of what you accomplished.”

Dick’s shoulders sag as he feels a lump form in his throat.

“It happened in slow motion,” He pauses. “One minute, she’s on the floor, the next thing I know, she’s standing in front of Damian with a sword through her chest...I thought she was going to bleed out in my arms.”

“You did everything correctly. Your fast thinking is the reason your sister is here and recovering,” Alfred reassures him.

Dick nods, not looking at Alfred. She almost died because of me. She almost died because of my decision. I knew we shouldn’t have gone after Bane but I thought we could handle it. My own arrogance almost got my sister killed. He feels his throat burn.

Alfred lays a hand on Dick’s shoulder, who looks over at him with tear-filled eyes.

“I almost lost my sister,” He whispers with a thick voice.

Alfred pulls Dick into a hug, Dick burying his face into Alfred’s shoulder as tears silently rolled down his face. Similar to Bruce who struggles to express “negative emotions” and often opted to repress or distract himself, Dick pushes his emotions down until he’s alone or with someone he feels safe with before allowing the emotions out.

Alfred rubs Dick’s back while Dick silently cries until Dick finally pulls back and wipes his face.

“I’m okay,” He promises with a sniff.

“I’m proud of you, Master Dick,” Alfred says.

Dick smiles.

“Thanks, Alfie,” Then he heads into the med bay to wait with his brothers for you to wake up.

. . .

You blearily open your eyes, hearing the sound of a heart monitor behind you. One arm is in a sling and you can feel tight wrappings across your chest, probably trying to protect your many broken ribs. Down the center of your chest is a long bandage. You look down to find one of your brothers curled up against your good arm and your other brothers sprawled across the room.

“Damian?” You ask in a hoarse voice.

His head pops up at the sound of your voice.

“Y/N!” He exclaims, instantly wrapping his arms around your neck.

You’re in shock for a moment, but quickly wrap your good arm around him, pulling him close to you, tears welling up in your eyes. He’s okay.

“You’re okay,” You mutter to him, resting your head on top of his.

“I’m okay?!” Damian pulls back, staring at you incredulously. “What about you?! What were you thinking?! Why did you jump in front of me?!”

You open your mouth to explain how your brain barely collaborated with your body to get between Bane and Damian. You open your mouth to explain how every fight or flight instinct, every training, and every self-preserving thought dissipated because your little brother was in danger. You open your mouth to explain how you were fully prepared to die in order for Damian to live on, but you couldn’t find the words to even begin to explain yourself.

“I…” You say lamely.

“Cool it with the interrogation,” Jason thankfully cuts in. “She was protecting you.”

“She didn’t need to!” Damian snaps then returns his attention to you. “You almost got yourself killed!”

“Dames, I’m okay,” You reassure him.

“But what if you weren’t?” He retorts.

“I am.”

“But what if you weren’t?” He repeats.

You roll your eyes.

“But what if there were wolves?”

Damian’s face hardens.

“I’m being serious,” He growls.

“I am too,” You respond easily. “We can play the ‘what if’ game all day, but at the end of the day, I’m okay. We’re all okay.”

“Do you realize how close you came to dying?” Damian demands, his eyes beginning to well. “Any higher, he would’ve hit your heart. Any lower would’ve been your stomach or your liver. Any further to one side would’ve been your aorta. Any further to the other would’ve been your spinal cord!” He stops to take a deep breath, his tears in danger of spilling over. “You came within millimeters of death or paralysis so how can you look at me and say everything is okay?”

“Because it didn’t happen,” You reach up to touch him, to comfort him, but he dodges your hand.

“No, what happened was you showed you’re willing to die, to leave me, all to protect me.”

“Yeah,” You nod along. “I am. I’m willing to do it for all of you, no matter what.”

Tim reaches out and squeezes your hand. Jason fondly ruffles your hair and Dick hugs you tightly, all their silent ways of reassuring that they would do it too. They all would and it didn’t take their silent gestures to know that.

Damian shakes his head, his voice thick.

“That’s not protecting me! I don’t want you to leave! I want you here alive with me! Because if you die, I—” His voice cracks. “I don’t want to live.”

“Dames,” You feel your throat become tight and tears well up again. You reach out, cupping his cheek. He doesn’t pull away from you this time, instead, he lets that tears that had been building up finally fall.

“Everyone leaves,” He admits. “For once, I want someone to stay for me, not leave.”

You pull him to your chest, holding him close, a tear slipping down your face.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby bird,” You promise, kissing the top of his head.

Sibling angst. Lit. Anyways, got another Jason one coming y’alls way. I’ve got to edit it cause it’s a monster right now. Might be a two-parter, we’ll see. Hopefully, you enjoyed this!

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thegeminisage · 4 years ago

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sometimes y'all reblog things without ANY critical thot i have beef with two popular text posts i’m getting this off my chest here

the first text post is that dean in season 13 would like, reluctantly take care of a jack who was a baby because it's cas's child and like

HELLOOOOO have you MET dean winchester? did we watch the same episodes? this is the same dean that wasted sam's kitsune girlfriend because she was dropping bodies! this is the same shoot first ask questions later dean who yelled at sam in season 11 for caring about saving possessed people instead of knifing them! come on!

he doesn't think of jack as cas's child, he thinks of jack as satan's child, a force of evil who BRAINWASHED cas into being willing to die for him, which cas did do

dean would hold jack under until he drowned and when that didn't work he'd try everything else under the sun and he would ONLY begin to care for jack once the horror of inflicting all that on an infant came to the surface and jack had like saved them again or something. jesus christ.

dean hated that kid. he shot him ON SIGHT. the ONLY reason he didn't kill him was because he didn't know how. that's what makes the relationship they do eventually develop SO SPECIAL come on come on come on

my SECOND beef is with that text post that's like "sam doesn't ever fully understand dean and can never fully understand dean because one can never fully understand a parent" LMAOOOO have y'all NEVER been in a dysfunctional relationship

firstly, let’s not pretend this is anything but people erasing sam from dean’s life for th sake of destiel because people LOVE doing that. like the unspoken part of this is that sam can’t understand dean the way cas does, because sam is dean’s child and cas is in the far more important position of being his lover. not only is this amatonormativity at work (aren’t y’all supposed to be queer??) but it’s complete bullshit

if you have sibling close in age that you grew up with, i can PROMISE you whether you like it or not y'all understand each other better than any motherfuckers on earth. ESPECIALLY IF you're sam and dean winchester and can't form meaningful relationships with the outside world. for 24 years it was literally them against the world

sam has seen dean grow up and become the way he is and then grow up a little more and work to unbecome and grow past that damage. he was there for all of it. he was there for dean’s weird phases and his yes-sir to dad phase and his post-dad grief and his “dad was an ass” phase and his many grievings of cas and his hell ptsd and when he had to torture people and when amara was stalking him and when mary came back and left and when dean lost cas in s13 he was there for EVERYTHING. hello??? he was there even for some parts that cas wasnt! come on!

and as for the assertion that one can never understand your parents...i am so glad y'all have a good and healthy parental relationship bc sam and dean certainly do NOT. if u don't think dean knows WAY more about john and john's damage and his psyche than he wants to, i'm so sorry, get well soon i guess. that’s literally part of the parentification and abuse was that john put too much on dean he SAYS SO in 2.01 did we fucking watch the same series??

and dean emulates john's parenting, in canon, MULTIPLE times. if you think he isn't doing the same overshare stuff to sam (bc of both that emulation and the fact that "officially" sam isn't his kid), ur wrong?? dean who wears his heart on his sleeve and insists he’s fine but acts out and carries it and carries it until it breaks him? you don’t think sam understands dean? you don’t think sam, who is about 1000x more emotionally intelligent, put together just how bad john REALLY WAS when they were kids, once he was old enough and far away enough from the situation? sam understands that shit better than dean does. he understands dean better than anyone on earth, and the only person who understands dean the same amount is cas, and that's LITERALLY only because he touched his soul. HELLO??

[spn masterpost]

#personal #liz watches spn #ok im done #y'all motherfuckers out here making dean into a woobie bc you like the idea of him and cas's baby #i do too but he didn't think of it as cas's baby #or erasing sam's importance from dean's life bc it detracts from your SHIP #i fucking love dean/cas but sam is always gonna be the one who was there with dean for all of it yk #and the most important person to him #they are fucked up and codependent bc that's how they survived like.......let them be damaged #all these fics that are like the happiest ending is sam gets a place with eileen and dean gets a place with cas #i'm pretty sure dean would WILT six months into it #the happiest family arrangement for the winchesters is maybe not what healthy people would think of as the happiest family arrangement #and probably doesn't match the idea of a typical nuclear family #but it would work FOR THEM #sam doesn't understand dean.....................get the fuck out of here #sam and dean understand each other better than anyone and they need each other to be happy :( they canonically share a heaven :(#dean can be in love with our perfect gay angel without all yall taking potshots at sam winchester. i am going to SNAP

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ofhouseadama · 4 years ago

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all creatures great and small episode 2 the liveblog

my dog is joining me on this one and she is a very fun shape

awww I love when a woman happens upon a naked man in a period piece because he's decided to strip down and walk into water

SARCASM DOESN'T BECOME A WOMAN OF YOUR RELIGIOSITY MRS. HALL

"and if it makes tristan green with envy, all the better" ah yes, there's the sibling nonsense

alright who hurt the farnon brothers

was it their father

"he let you drive the rover"

the immense little sibling energy here, we're all terrible little brats

"not as such, no" is one of my conversational weaknesses because of ainsley hayes from tww, I must admit

oh god that almost car crash got me worse than most of the jumpscares in the conjuring. i have trauma from matthew crawley, i think

"mrs. h" "i can feel your ribs" OH GOD THEY'RE FAMBLY

FOUND FAMBLY

my weakness, as a homosexual

oh I see we are about to start on some three brothers nonsense. as the youngest of three sisters I know EXACTLY how this is going to go because I was raised in the dysfunction lmao

oh tristan what is your dark tragic backstory

is it just your father lmao

it feels like it was your father

OH ANOTHER PRETTY BRUNETTE LADY

"hello, you need a lift?" "WHO'S THIS THEN, YOUR FANCY MAN?" OH MY GOD

oooh audrey hall backstory, so she used to work in a Big House?

oh i love a good fancy country house

oh it's MILL MONEY take me back immediately to North & South then

oh so Siegfried is Like That, i see

honestly if I had this much money I would also treat my dogs like this old lady, the way I would serve Lady some beef wellington. last weekend I hand fed her prosciutto while making a charcuterie board

UNCLE HERRIOT'S TELLING MUMMY OFF

this is so endearing tbh

"JAMES I BARELY RECOGNIZE YOU WITH YOUR CLOTHES ON" god I love her so much, she's so valid

"there's a river up there that's good for swimming"

i am... love helen

WHAT ARE YOU HIDING, TRISTAN

oh Siegfried handing the boys whiskeys makes me feel very fond of him

"tris?" I SNORTED

the immediate sibling energy between the three of them is sending me

"skip breakfast" AUDREY IS SO OFFENDED AND SHE'S RIGHT

"oh he's mentioned many things, all of them unholy" the way that Audrey is the team mom

i'm worried about this cow

oh did Tristan not actually pass his exams which is why he's avoiding PRACTICING VETERINARY MEDICINE

omg James is so smart, what a good lad

oh no Audrey what's wrong. who is Edward. do I need to fucking fight him

"he's still my boy"

oh god I'm gonna have to fight this Edward and I don't even know what he's done or who he is

"a son's promise to his dying father" ah yes, the daddy issues coming in RIGHT ON TIME

Siegfried is buying Dorothy's car solely to be nice under the cover of being an asshole

OH EDWARD IS HER SON, I'M ABSOLUTELY GOING TO FIGHT HIM

oh no he bought his little brother a car to be nice to his brother and his brother's a liar

oh no

DADDY ISSUES RIGHT ON FUCKING TIME

"you'll do, for whom and what is the question" IM SCREAMING

Siegfried is bringing a lot of big brother/surrogate dad energy and I know I'm about to get my feelings hurt about it

"aunty aulderson, have been since he was a pup" oh no it's cuuuuute

"he'll dance with five more by the end of the night, but never more than once" I'm--

siegfried said "emotional avoidance" and i support him

okay so is Audrey a widow or was she jilted and left with a son, inquiring minds want to know how much angst is due to be involved, I'm here for it all, though

OH GOD TRISTAN DIDN'T GRADUATE

"i couldn't bear the thought of failing, again" "it's hard isn't it, love?" oh god AUDREY WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU

WHO AM I FIGHTING

"oh don't be modest, it's terribly dull" mood

me, shamelessly muting this conversation because THIS stresses me out more than watching a new horror movie in the dark

"I BOUGHT YOU A BLOODY CAR. I WAS PROUD OF YOU." lmao we know which one hurts more and you're mad that it's that you were proud of him

oh yes, Siegfried bringing Disappointed Dad energy

"I think you'd best do it, Tris, earn your keep while you're here" LMAOOO middle sibling energy has arrived

god audrey and siegfried are so married

LMAO both james and tris running from siegfried

oh this is VERY cute, I'm so into it

#emily watches acgas

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angelsswirl · 4 years ago

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Vellichor

The One With Sides to Pick

Notes: I promise I'm working on Dysfunctional, I was just trying to get some ideas on the page and ended up finishing the whole thing at 3 am. So here is sumn slight.

Ratings: T

When it rains it pours. Stay thirsty like before. Don't you know that the kids aren't al-, kids aren't alright?

"She's coughing again, but nothing comes up. It's just a loud, scary, dry cough. I don't know what to do, Grammy." Ryland spoke through the phone on the verge of tears. She looked at her younger sister who was trying to occupy their baby brother. He had been getting restless with you out of commission for the past 4 days.

"Okay, honey, calm down for me. I'm on my way. In the meantime, make sure she has lots of liquids. Use the money I sent you to order a pack of Gatorade and some sipping soup from the grocery store. It'll probably beat me there." Maria spoke about as soothingly as she possibly could to her granddaughter. Making sure she understood her directions clearly and concisely.

"Okay." Ryland mumbled somewhat pathetically.

"Where is Lia?" Maria asked over the chime of her keys.

Ryland scowled to herself, she looked over to Peyton who rolled her eyes with a shrug, "We don't know. She's been answering texts extremely slowly. She's probably with Jisoo."

"Hey, Ry. I know you're mad at her but don't be disrespectful. She's still your mother."

"If she was our mother, she'd come the fuck home." Peyton mumbled from her spot on the livingroom floor.

"Hit your sister upside the head for me."

"How'd she even hear that?!"

"I'm not as old as you think, young lady."

Peyton only pouted and resumed helping Kaleb build his tower.

"Grammy?" He asked Peyton.

She hummed, "Yeah. She's on the phone with Ry. She's coming soon so you can see her then."

Kaleb nodded in response and resumed his tower building as well.

"Alright, I'm in the car now. I'll be there as soon as I can." Maria spoke.

"Ok. Please hurry. I feel like I'm her mom and not the other way around." Ryland said solemnly.

Maria sighed heavily, "I know, baby. I'm sorry. But you have to hang on and do what I said."

Ryland nodded even though her grandmother couldn't see it.

"And make sure Lia gets her ass home or else."

"Yes, ma'am. Bye. I love you. See you soon."

"Bye, darling. Love you too."

Ryland hung up and clicked through to her text thread with Lia.

To Lia-r: Grammy said to get your dumbass home or else she'll beat the shit out of you.

Lia walked through the door 20 minutes later.

"Where have you been? Mom needs an alpha that's not four years old and obsessed with legos! And if it's not mama then you're the next best thing." Peyton yelled as soon as her sister walked through the door.

"...Work?"

"Is that a question? You're such a horrible liar."

"Let me at her, Ry. I promise I'll only hurt her a lot." Lia should have thanked her lucky stars that Kaleb started to tug on Peyton's hands to bring her attention back to him and his blocks.

"Why does it matter where I was?"

"Because you weren't here! Mom needed you and you were hanging out with Jisoo probably! While I was taking care of mom and Peyton was taking care of Kaleb."

Lia didn't speak. She just let Ryland yell.

"She's your mother too, Lia!"

"I know that. But you don't get it. It's an alpha thing."

"You're so fucking stupid. Mom is sick because your mother is an asshole."

"She's your mother too, Ryland."

Peyton just shook her head at her older siblings. She agreed with Ryland but she just couldn't take all of the arguing. Not after listening to her parents argue as well.

She sneakily snuck out of eyesight, than grabbed for Lia's keys. She had to get out of that godforsaken house.

"What are you doing here?" Maya asked with a blush on her cheeks. She had answered the door in a t-shirt and boxers expecting for Lia to have forgotten her key again.

Peyton stared directly at the slightly older girl's crotch. Rolling her eyes when Maya swiped her hands in front to shield herself.

"Nice tighty-whities." Peyton said sarcastically as she pushed passed Maya and into the moderately sized apartment.

Maya swiped a pair of sweatpants conveniently from the couch and hobbled into them awkwardly.

"Again, I ask, what are you doing here?"

Peyton crossed her arms and sat on the couch. Maya sat next to her in a similar position.

"I just had to get away for a bit. I can't wait to move out."

Maya hummed and threw her arm around the back of the couch, "Sure you can. Living on your own isn't all it's cracked up to be."

"You do it."

Maya chuckled, "No I don't. I live with your sister. With the help of my parents. And on a hope and a prayer."

Peyton cracked a small smile before it quickly disappeared again.

"Well, it's happening soon whether any of us like it or not."

"Yeah. I think you'll enjoy college." Maya said with a hint of something else in her voice, "Just don't run off with the first alpha you see, okay?"

"Bae Maya. Why I never. Is that jealousy I hear?" Peyton scooted closer to Maya on her own accord.

"Nope. Just self preservation." Maya smirked, "Just don't want you to get over that little crush you have on me that I'm not supposed to know about so quickly. It would hurt my little heart."

Peyton leaned closer to Maya, "I don't think you have to worry about that."

Peyton captured Maya's lips in hers. The latter of whom let out a mildly surprised and embarrassing squeak.

The kiss quickly turned passionate. Peyton gripped the collar of Maya's shirt, holding it as she layed herself backwards on the couch.

Maya broke the kiss with a look of concern, "Are you sure? You're pretty much writing my name in the Death Note. Meaning your mom is going to kill me. We can back up now if you want to keep me alive. But just know, I'm very much willing to die for this."

Peyton rolled her eyes, "I'm 100% sure, you dork."

"That's Dr. Dork to you."

"You don't have a doctorate."

"Why do you think I'm in school?"

Peyton released an involuntary smile into the next kiss.

Maria arrived to a somewhat bittersweet scene.

Ryland, Kaleb, and Lia had all fallen asleep in your bed with you.

It wasn't lost on Maria that she was missing a grandchild, but trusting that grandchild to be okay, she'd worry about that later.

Right now, it was time to rip Kim Jisoo several new ones.

#vellichor #jesssica's fanfic #blackpink fanfic #blackpink #jisoo fanfic #jisoo x reader

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morsquiesa · 4 years ago

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𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐀 𝐃𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐎: 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐒, 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘.

Since it is mentioned that Bianca has children, I thought it would be the time to elaborate on Bianca’s family since I realized my blog lacks the content. So up until to the point where Bianca resigns from the hunters and starts working for Hades as an ambassador, there are three alternate paths for her that I adore.

The first possibility is the most independent and ready to explore verse for Bianca, which is the one where after her resign, Bianca never properly returns to the surface again to live there, and over time becomes a permanent member of the underworld. I am looking forward to developing this path, because I find it quite interesting to study how Bianca makes herself a place in the underworld, what kind of a dynamic she has with Hades and Persephone, what kind of dynamics she has with the other residents and deities, what kind of a part she plays in the order of things and formation. In this option, the only family Bianca has left is her brother, Nico di Angelo, but since her joining to the hunters of Artemis their relationship is strained and they don’t talk to each other, so him making an appearance is going to be rare in the threads and mentions of him won’t be joyful ones. ( I will write another meta post about this, so it’s a more detailed conversation for later.) Her relationship with her mother, Maria di Angelo, is also another long topic that I will talk about in a different post. But to sum it up, she has no family members she is actively talking to or has good relationship with.

The second alternate is the same as the first one, but Bianca keeps living on the surface instead of moving in to the underworld for good. She is still not talking to Nico, she is refusing to live in the camp. ( Another meta post.) She has an apartment in New Manhattan that Hades blessed with protection for her, so when she is not on duty she is hanging out in New York. I don’t use this verse a lot, to be honest, because it is an incredibly lonely one for her. This is mostly for my mutuals with demigod or mortal muses to make it easier to interact with her. This is the most under-developed alternate. This version of Bianca is going to be hardest to talk to, because she has burned a lot of bridges and she deals with a severe sense of loneliness and feels lost as she tries to figure out where she belongs in the world she doesn’t recognize, existential and identity crisis hitting hard and heavy. In the means of family, she leans into Hades the most in this verse, because she doesn’t have anyone else left.

The third, also known as the most developed and softest alternate, affiliated with @mvndrvke and @nosestealer. This acts like the continuation of the second alternate, because Bianca spends three years living that lonely life in Manhattan before Hades calls Bianca and Nico for a mission in the underworld. Doors of death are missing once again, and they enter the labyrinth together to find it, and it is no easy feat going into one of the most dangerous places in the world with a sibling by your side you haven’t talked to in years unless you didn’t have to, when you’ve gone no contact after a terrible separation. Ghosts were seen, old books were opened, harsh things were said, some terrible truths unrevealed, but after two weeks ( which equaled to a few months in the world ) in the labyrinth, they come out of it with amends to make, and Nico asks Bianca to move in with him into the camp,. Bianca hesitates because he already has a stable life he tried so hard to built with a loving relationship and caring friends, but she eventually accepts because they both know they will have to get through the awkwardness and heal the wounds they’ve been avoiding for so long if they want to make actual progress. In my opinion, if it wasn’t for Nico they could never get anywhere because Bianca wouldn’t take the first step with the fear of rejection especially when Nico didn’t need her anymore with his ‘ picture perfect life ’ so shout out to Luna for Nico’s maturity. In 22th of March, 2014, at the age of eighteen, Bianca move into the camp with her brother to open a new page, and it’s when things start get better for her. ( Nico is now nineteen, a year older than her, and he never lets her live it down.)

It does get better, but also, things are painful for a long while because that’s what happens when you try to reconnect with a sibling when you are both dysfunctional with a lot of layers of miscommunication to fix: you fight. A lot. But despite these fights, Bianca meets Will Solace, who is Nico’s boyfriend at the time, then Cecil Markowitz ( mvndrvke ) and Lou Ellen Blackstone ( nosestealer ) , who are his best friends. Her expectations of them are low at first, because obviously they are Nico’s friends and she imagines the mentions of her wasn’t the brightest so she expects a judgmental approach. But oh boy, is she wrong. With Lou Ellen’s kindness, Cecil’s compassion and Will’s deep sympathy, Bianca finds herself the first family she’s ever had since the hunters.

Now, let’s talk about other good things that happened during this year. Cecil Markowitz is a good friend, he is the shoulder she seeks to cry on, he is the biggest reason of her bright smile, but a good friend is not the only thing he is to her. With his unapologetic kindness towards the world, his sense of security in who he is and who he wants to be, his relentless compassion and with the promise of safety he gives to Bianca by being by her side even when she makes it hard to be, Bianca falls in love for the first time in her life. It is both an endearing and funny process to watch her try to figure out what to do with this new feeling, because she’s never been in love before and she’s took an oath for eternal maidenhood when she joined the hunters of Artemis, and pushed aside the thought. So this is completely new territory, especially she knows for a fact that even Cecil feels the same way she does ( which she is pretty sure that he doesn’t ) she doesn’t think she can provide a kind of relationship he would expect, whatever that it would be- she doesn’t know how to date, and she definitely doesn’t know the 21th century. Also, Cecil is one of Nico’s best friends and the panic of ruining the dynamics she’s tried so hard to built is really there. So this feeling goes unspoken of for a year and a half, until it starts to seep from the cracks and eventually the truth is forced out there- and she is not the only one to blame, because Cecil has his own confessions to make. After an intense argument filled with panic and fear, the day ends with a kiss and mumbled “ I love you’s. 21st August 2015 marks the date as their anniversary, and they still celebrate it. Lou Ellen finds out first, then Will, and they are both ecstatic about it, which makes Bianca feel better. They hide it from Nico for a few months, giving themselves a while to see if they can make it work or not until Nico learns in a traumatizing way and never lets them live it down. But eventually he is happy with the outcome too, and is supportive of their relationship when he is not bullying them for it.

From that point on, it’s tooth rotting sweet Biancecil romance. After Bianca makes sure her bond with Nico is solid enough to remain steady and strong even when she moves out, she asks Cecil to move in with her to Manhattan. They both have their own reasons for not wanting to be a part of the camp any longer ( Bianca doesn’t feel accepted because in her opinion she’s never earned the justification to exist there with heroic actions like Nico did, and the stigma with hunters of Artemis is strong, even when they are former. Cecil struggles with belonging because he’s fought in the Kronos’ Army in the First Titan War. ) so after a year spent in Long Island, they move into her apartment in Manhattan. This is the first home they share together, and Bianca still holds those memories dear to her heart. They spend another year there, with Bianca keeping up the ambassador work, and they are traveling the world together, going on dates anywhere in the map they wish. A while later city of New Athens is completed, and they move there, buying a nice house and finally setting roots. After Cecil’s 22th birthday celebration in Lisbon, Bianca decides he is the person she wants to spend the rest of her life with. With a very romantic proposal in 16th December 2017, they get engaged. At the age of 23 and 24, they say their vows with their dream wedding in 19th May 2018.

This continuation upsets me, because just after a year of their marriage, Cecil dies in the entrance of New Athens with the attack of Lamia. His date of death marks as 3rd May 2019, and Bianca is devastated. Nico goes out to hunt Lamia where Bianca does the funeral rites of her husband according to his wishes, then she goes to the underworld. She’s lost so much in her life, she refuses to mourn him too. I want my husband back, she tells Hades. And I am going to get him back. While Hades doesn’t approve at first, with the pressure from Nico and Bianca he reveals a way. There is a ritual she can make to bring his soul and his body intact. She needs a red carnation from Persephone, Cecil’s thread of life from the fates, Orpheus’ lyre, blessing of Hades, their wedding rings, and with the possession she cares the most about. Bianca disappears from the face of earth with only Nico knowing what she is doing, and she starts her quest to search for these items. She sometimes visits her mother-in-law and checks on her, but she is the only person she sees except for Will and Lou in a few rare occasion. She completes this quest in eighteen months, a year and a half, and she brings Cecil back from the underworld 8th December, 2020.

Their life is not the same as they’ve left it, and while they are going through difficult times, they hold onto each other. While Luna and I haven’t decided on the exact dates, after a while spent in New Athens Cecil takes Bianca to a vacation in Cape Cod, and that’s where he proposes to her again to renew their vows, and gives her a list of houses he would live to buy for them from the area. At the age of twenty-five, they sell their house in New Athens and move into Cape Cod to build themselves a life there, a life they quite enjoy. Bianca is retired from ambassadorship, leaving her place to Achilles ( mvndrvke ) and taking interest in living off her retirement plan with caring for her garden at home. Cecil turns one of the rooms into his art studio and work there, and also work as the art teacher in the neighborhood elementary school. After many struggles and many discussions, they decide to carry on with their original plan of having children before he died. Their firstborn, tiny daughter Ludovica Ranieri Markowitz is born when Bianca is twenty-seven. She is named Ludovica because of Bianca’s fondness of the name, and Ranieri after her uncle, Nico ( it’s his middle name ). At the age of thirty, their son Alexander Steven Markowitz joins the family. He is named Alexander after his father, Cecil ( it’s his middle name ) and Steven after cap america on Cecil’s request. ( Don’t worry, Bianca made fun of him for it already.) Now they are enjoying their life being old, disgustingly in love, caring for their children and hosting great events at their house. Lou, Will and Nico are still a big part of their lives.

#long post tw #again and again and again. you said the anger would come back just as the love did. —— ⚜ meta & portrayal.#god this took so long

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black-wolf066 · 5 years ago

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TUA Season 2 Thoughts

Okay, I know I’m extremely late to the game here, and I’m sure a lot of people have already touched base on the good and bad moments of this season; so I promise that the bad points that I do touch upon, will be short cause I do want to focus on what I loved.

First and foremost, I want to say that I did love season 2 with my whole freaking heart! I was ooooooh so very wrong with a lot of my predictions (and right in others *cough* Lila *cough*) but as I continued watching, I couldn’t bring myself to care (not too much anyway, there were a few things I was mad at, but meh).

I loved seeing Hazel and I loved that the big oaf at least got 20 years with Agnes before she finally passed on. While I wish we could have seen snippets of that life and love rather then just flash backs to them in season 1; I’m still happy that Hazel got to live his life the way that he wanted to live it. Sure, I wasn’t happy that they killed him off, but for plot purposes it made sense—but on a lighter note, at least he could cross over into the afterlife and be happy with Agnes again. Right?

Elliott is a hoot and I feel so bad that he died. All that poor man wanted was validation that he wasn’t crazy (which he got) and for someone to eat his damn Jell-O (I love ambrosia btw, but even I wouldn’t eat that ambrosia he made… sorry Elliott).

The sibling interactions between ALL OF THEM!!! JUST AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! It’s everything I could have hoped for and then some!!! The slap fight between Klaus and Ben on the street, Ben’s “You’re so independent, you fight your own damn battles”. Five and Luther reuniting “She’s too young for you” “Dad should have left him on the moon” (I snort laughed at both of these sentences). Then there’s Klaus and Allison reuniting, Allison not even hesitating to jump into the pool to hug her brother. OR THE WHOLE FAMILY REUNION!!! That Vanya and Allison hug! That hug as Klaus joined in and planted a kiss on the top of Vanya’s head!!!! The whole interaction between Allison and Diego “Can’t say Hi to anyone?” just omg, I could go forking on and on with this, because the banter and snappy comments from all of them are just total sibling culture and I relate sooooooooo much to it. (best believe I will jump on someone’s back like a damn spider monkey to protect my siblings, but I’d also sooner shank them too)

RAYMOND AND ALLISON!!!!! I’m ALLLLLLLLL FOOOOOOR THIS RELATIONSHIP!!!!! LIKE OMG!!!!!! WHY DIDN”T SHE TAKE HIM WITH HER!!!!! THEY ALREADY SCREWED THE TIMELINE UP ENOUGH BY JUST EXISTING THERE IN 1963 ANYWAY!!!! Like seriously, I’m actually upset that she didn’t take him with her, and now it looks like her daughter doesn’t even exist either… like omg Allison, sweet heart. Nooooooo.

I LOVE Luther’s development this season, the fact that he goes to apologize to Vanya, and actually takes blame for what happened, just makes me happy to know that the big lug is trying. Yea I know he took the gun with him, but honestly, I can’t blame him either. He was obviously scared and didn’t know what he would walk into, would she try and kill him again? Like we know the gun wouldn’t do sh*t to help him, but Luther wasn’t sure of that. Plus he never actually pulls it, his hand is constantly on it, but he never pulls it out, which shows that hurting her was not the end game. He wanted to actually apologize and he hoped that his sister would hear him out enough to allow him to do it.

I loved sissy and vanya. The friendship that turned to romance was cute, and while I’m still iffy with it because Sissy was married, I also understand to a small degree that Sissy truly felt stuck. Even without Vanya’s interference, I highly doubt Sissy would have been able to get a divorce and manage to keep possession of her son. Carl is an absolute bag of d*cks, and with Carl having a brother in the police force, who’s to say that they couldn’t spin something that would allow them to take Harlan away from her? I honestly can see a divorce between these two getting messy and none of the outcomes working in Sissy’s favor. She would have never been happy inside or outside of her marriage. But Vanya gave her the hope that she might actually find it. (IDK, I’m still really on the fence with it, and the infidelity, but I can’t say I didn’t enjoy Sissy/Vanya’s cute little moments while it lasted…)

Also, can I just say, Sissy blowing the scent of coffee into Vanya’s sleeping face, was truly and utterly adorable and such a dorky thing to do and I loved it.

ALL OF THE KLAUS AND ALLISON INTERACTIONS!!!! ALL OF THEM!!!

THAT SALON SCENE!!!

THAT DANCE AT THE SALON!!!

Also, not going to lie, Odessa was a bad ass b*tch and I love and will protect that woman as much as I will love and protect Raymond Chestnut. I don’t even care that Odessa was only in a few episodes, that woman stole my damn heart and I truly would have loved to see more scenes with her and Allison and the friendship they had.

The elevator ride going up to the light supper, the freaking conch shell, and the siblings’ interactions during the whole thing (Allison rumoring Diego to punch himself, and Vanya’s cheeky “oops” after showing off her powers, just *chefs kiss*).

Ben and Vanya!!! I FORKING CRIED!!! I had to bloody pause the damn episode because my tears were getting in the way of me watching!!!! (trust me, there was a long moment of silence for Ben after that.)

All of them piling into Vanya’s car on her way to save Harlan. That entire scene was a masterpiece “Child get in the back” followed by Klaus just flopping on top of Diego and Allison, like OMG!!! And Luther… poor Luther “If I hear one fat joke, I’m out”

Everything to do with Five and Older Five was hilarious. I’m sorry call me immature, but the fart jokes were funny (even if they did start to get old after a while). Also, poor Luther, once more. We stan one lousy spotter but a brother who tried his forking best anyway.

Luther being a big (little) brother and covering Allison AND Klaus during the hail of bullets.

Klaus being observant and noting things long before anyone else. Like even at the end, when Vanya was taking her power back, everyone else was watching her but not Klaus. He kept glancing around himself while also taking in the scene periodically. There is something there, I can forking feel it. Between that pill scene in season 1, him looking up to the moon with no reason to do so, him spotting The Handler and Lila, him knowing/guessing that Lila can only mirror one power at a time—despite never actually fighting her himself—it all has to add up to something??? RIGHT???

I didn’t think I would like the Swedes… yet here I am putting them in this column. Still mad that they killed Hazel (but as Five told Lila, the job was a job, it was never anything personal). They hardly had any lines at all but their personalities alone and the little things we saw were just… what the hell but I still loved it. haha.

I CAN”T WAIT TO SEE IF WE LEARN MORE ABOUT THE OTHER CHILDREN MYSTERIOSULY BORN!!!!! Like I wanna see the sparrow academy kids, but I hope we might learn about a few others too. Like how many of those kids didn’t make it? How many of those kids were born with a twin? Were their any triplets??? Like can you imagine that poor woman who had to give birth to not one child, but two that she didn’t have an hour ago??? (and possibly three even though I doubt there were any triplets… but what if there forking was!!!)

SPARROW BEN!!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!! I mean, I’m glad Justin is staying on the show, he’s awesome and I do like Ben, but I’m a bit sad that this won’t be the Ben we’ve seen in the last two seasons (I’ll still eat it up, don’t get me wrong, cause I’m curious to see this alternate Ben, but I’m still sad).

Also that Vanya and Diego interaction at the end, neither of them having to say anything but still leaning on each other for support, just AHHHHHHHH

The sibling bonds that have begun to form between all of them is what really killed me this season and I loved each and every second of it!!!

All the one-liners were pretty good too, like the “Ikea mafia” “Think of Batman than aim lower” “Is it too late to be un-adopted?” just efgjoiwengjowegnwrjngwe

Vanya actually using her powers to save someone, and Ben solidifying that fact by telling her she isn’t a monster.

the music choices!!!!

I’m sure I will add more to all of this in another post, I’m still forking reeling over here and can’t get all of my thoughts straight, but goddamn I loved this season! Dysfunctional idiots—the lot of them. But at least they were making dysfunctional decisions together XD

Okay, now for the things I didn’t like…

Again, I’ll be brief cause I know that there are probably plenty of people who have touched on this already and I’m sure you all are sick of seeing or hearing it by now (so feel free to skip over it all together).

Klaus not telling his family SEVERAL TIMES that Ben was there.

Ben possessing Klaus without his consent (and Ben breaking the rules that Klaus had put into place as Ben nearly got frisky with Jill)---like I can’t even say I’m mad that he possessed Klaus at the light supper. I didn’t like it, it made me uncomfortable, but from Ben’s perspective I understood it. to Ben, he felt like he didn’t have a choice, Klaus had constantly taken Ben’s choice away by not telling the family he was there, so if Klaus wasn’t going to tell them on his own, Ben had no choice but to try and do it himself. I get that, I did. But the whole “Burrowed” scene in the elevator made me cringe something fierce.

The fact that we get Klaus looking badass in the first five minutes of the season, and then Klaus basically being useless the rest of the season, pissed me the ever-loving fork off. I mean, come on!!! EVERYONE ELSE FOUGHT LILA!! WHERE THE HELL WAS HE!??? I’m hoping this is all just setting Klaus up to be something greater in the next season, that maybe now that Ben is gone Klaus will have no choice but to relay on himself and tap into that “Potential” that Reginald had hinted at in season 1 (my fingers are soooo crossed that this is the case)

Not getting their reactions to Ben sacrificing himself (I needed more then just seeing Klaus lying forlornly on a bed, I’m sorry, but I definitely needed more than that). Klaus and Vanya’s interaction in the car did not make up for any of it either.

I don’t know where to put my thoughts on Lila and Diego. While I liked them in the beginning, their relationship kinda lost me the moment she spiked him and basically kidnapped him. I like Lila, don’t get me wrong, but that scene made me really uncomfortable too.

The interactions with the Handler and Five. Like okay, I get that the Handler isn’t treating him like a child because basically Five is supposed to be 58, but it’s still forking creepy to see her swaying her hips behind Five who is stuck in his 13-year-old body. Just… no.

The fact that we only see Allison mentioning her daughter 2 times. Like sure, she’s had 2 years to grieve, but I want to see that grief!!!!

How the show tied Sissy and Vanya’s story line up, and how they tied Allison and Raymond’s story line up… like nooooooo. How the hell would Sissy be safe in the past???? Carl’s brother was a forking police officer??? Does she seriously think his brother isn’t going to come after her when he learns his brother is dead????? Also how is Raymond supposed to explain that he suddenly doesn’t have a wife anymore???? These things don’t just fix themselves!!! Like I understand Five saying they couldn’t come, that it could change things beyond repair, but all seven of them existing in 1963 in the first place has already forked everything up enough as it was.

(Ignore me, I’m just salty that we won’t be get any more Raymond/Allison interactions…)

Anyway, negatives pushed aside, I can’t stress enough how i did love the season!!! And I can not wait to see where season 3 goes!!! I HONEST TO GOD CAN NOT WAIT!!! In the mean time, I will be attempting to write several things for season 2… fix-its, in between moments, whatever I can think of. Let’s see where that goes.

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trashinaglass-archive · 6 years ago

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Y/n is always included in Tom’s family ordeals

Request: Hi!! So I was wondering could you do a Tom X Reader where the reader kinda grew up not being close to her family and didn’t do typical “family stuff”, like vacations or fun holidays, and basically she starts dating Tom and his family is absolutely in love with her and are always including her in stuff, at first she’s shy and kinda doesn’t know how to act but later cries to Tom and his family and says how thankful she is for them? Thank you!

A/n: This is so cute. I’m basing this around a vacation bc I personally feel like that’s such a family time and being invited to join someone else’s holiday is a really big deal.

“You’re going, right, y/n?” Tom asked, pulling your attention away from the blank spot in the room.

“What?”

“To Switzerland? Snowboarding, skiing?” He caught you up, Nikki looking at you expectantly.

“Oh! I don’t- that’s a family thing, I don’t want to intrude,” you opposed.

“Don’t worry about that, darling. We would love for you to join us,” Nikki said.

“Do you have anything that week you’ll miss?” Tom asked. You scanned you brain thinking of your commitments, nothing keeping you from going.

“No,” you replied slowly.

“Then you should go. Come on, please?” Tom was close to begging. “First holiday together- it’ll be so much fun.”

You shook your head, thinking of another excuse. “I don’t have the money to pay for any of that.”

“We’ll take care of that for you,” Nikki promised. “We love you, and we want you to come with us.”

“Think of all the family dinners and events you’ve been to,” Tom said, seeing you still looked unsure. “This is no different. I promise.”

“I guess if you insist,” you gave in.

. . .

“This place is gorgeous,” you commented as you made your way through the chalet.

“Dibs on the biggest room!” Paddy yelled as he began running through the rented home.

“Oh no you don’t!” Sam yelled, running after him. You shook your head, smiling as you watched the two boys run amuck. Your eyes drifted as you felt a hand on your waist, Tom’s mouth right next to your ear.

“Glad you came now?” He asked, recalling the uncertainty you had when they first invited you. You rolled your eyes playfully as he placed a kiss to your temple. “Let’s find a room.”

You two began walking through the unfamiliar house, peeking into rooms as you passed them. The parents in the master bedroom, the twins in a room with two twin beds, an empty room with another set of twin beds, and Paddy in a room with a queen size bed.

“Pads, there’s a room by Mum and Dad. Let us have this room,” Tom stated, walking into the room and placing his bag on the bed. You stood in the doorframe and watched as the younger boy’s jaw dropped.

“But I was here first!” He fought.

“Paddy, you’re like two feet tall and three inches wide, you don’t need a bed this big.”

“Why can’t you guys just take the other room?”

“Because it has kid beds and this is the adult bed, just switch,” Tom pleaded, obviously annoyed with his brother.

“I don’t want to,” Paddy said, crossing his arms and staring Tom down.

“Would you-“ Tom started, but you interrupted him.

“Well, I guess if you want the room so bad, Paddy, you can have it, but I think Tom should bunk with you.”

“What?” Tom and Paddy both asked.

“I mean, this bed is huge. There’s no reason for one person to take it. You guys share and I’ll take the other room by myself,” you offered, giving Tom a subtle nod, hoping he was catching your drift.

“Sounds good to me,” Tom nodded back, looking at Paddy.

“No, I don’t want to share a bed with you,” he protested.

“Then take the other room, but I’m sleeping here,” he continued, unpacking his bag. You saw Paddy throw his hands out, letting out a groan before grabbing his own bag.

“Fine,” he muttered moving past you to the other room.

“And that’s how you persuade younger siblings to do what you want them to,” you said softly moving to where Tom stood.

“And this is why I need you on holiday with me,” he replied with a laugh, high fiving you. “Let’s go see what they’ve got planned first.”

. . .

“I’ve never done any of this before,” you admitted as you walked through the rental place. You followed Tom as he and his brothers looked at the snowboards and skis, knowing exactly what they were looking for.

“Really?” He asked, looking at you as you nodded. “Don’t worry about it. It’s pretty easy- you’ll get the hang of it after a few tries. And knowing how good you are at other things, I’d say you’ll be pretty good.”

“Better than you?” You tease, watching as he pulled the board off the wall. He chuckled, looking at you.

“I don’t know about that,” he replied, a teasing tone in his voice. “I mean I am basically the best snowboarder.” You nodded your head as he spoke. Joking as well as trying to impress you, you found it pretty endearing. “But I’ll make sure you’re better than Harry and Sam at least.”

“Oh, thanks,” you replied, your smile mirroring his.

“Hold this for me,” He asked, handing you the snowboard as he turned back to pick one out for you, explaining whatever makes it easier for beginners for whatever reason. You didn’t really understand what any of it meant.

You all checked out with your rentals and headed straight for the slopes, you and Tom stopping at a small hill first so you could learn how to work the board. As Tom was showing you how to put the boots in the board, you realized everyone was standing around you.

“You guys can go ahead,” you told them. “Don’t worry about waiting for me.”

“We want to watch. It’s part of the fun,” Dom told you, Nikki nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, and we wouldn’t want to miss you falling on your ass,” Harry added with a smirk, Paddy and Sam laughing.

“Thanks for the boost of confidence,” you muttered, looking at Tom.

“Don’t worry- you’ll do fine. We all had to learn at one point too.” He demonstrated how to do everything while you watched, mimicking his movements along the way. It wasn’t long before you were taking your first slide down the hill. Tom held his hands out to you as you went down side by side, making sure you were steady. You grabbed him right at the bottom before you stopped, half scared but half excited.

“I did it!” You yelled excitedly.

“Yay, y/n!” The family cheered for you, making you feel even more confident in yourself.

“Do that a few more times then we’ll go up?” Tom suggested, making you nod. “Want to go by yourself?”

“Go with me one more time then I’ll go by myself,” you told him. He nodded and headed up with you, the second slide going as smooth as the first, not needing to grab onto Tom at all. The third time you went up by yourself, prepping yourself before going down, Tom and fam cheering for you. As you were close to the bottom, you threw your arms out, feeling accomplished, causing you to stumble. Tom catching you before you hit the ground.

“Right, don’t do that,” he told you with a chuckle , steadying you again. You went up one last time before going up the lift to the top of the mountain.

“What if I fall?” You asked Tom, officially nervous now that your we’re at the top.

“Just try keep yourself steady. If you do fall though, tuck into yourself. I’m right behind you if anything happens,” he assured you. “You want a hand?” He asked, holding his hand out to you to take if you wanted it.

You shook your head, “I want to try by myself.”

“Keep up if you can!” Sam yelled as he passed you on his board, Paddy and Harry following.

“Come on,” Tom said, gesturing with his head and slowly starting his way down the hill, you following him.

“Yeah, y/n! You’re doing so good!” The parentals cheered from behind you, a huge smile on your face.

. . .

After a long day of snowboarding and falling, you were all back in the chalet. The boys were playing football in the hallway while Nikki and Dom discussed something in the dining room. Tom had you sat on the couch, foot on the table with an ice pack on your knee, soothing the ache from your few tumbles. A movie was on while you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Thank you,” you spoke softly to him. “I know I’m not family, but-“

“No. You are my family. Our family- we all love you, and we want you around for times like this because it’s special to us, we don’t want you to miss out because you’re worried about overstepping.”

You looked down with a soft smile, a few tears in your eyes. “I’ve just never had this before. My family is so dysfunctional; I’m not used to all this.”

“Being on holiday?” He asked in disbelief.

“Being on holiday, having people wait for me to do something, them cheering for me when I did it. People caring about me like I wished they would.”

Tom’s hand tangled itself in your hair, pressing his forehead into yours as he heard the emotion in your voice.

“I love you. Mum loves you. Dad loves you. Harry and Sam love you. Paddy loves you. Tessa loves you,” he began to list off, the latter making you giggle. “You have a place with us. Whenever and why-ever you may need it.”

“Is that even a word?” You questioned.

“I don’t know, but it works,” he shrugged. “Don’t worry about overstepping. You’re were you belong.”

You felt him place a kiss to your forehead before repositioning, the side of his head against yours. You’d never felt so comfortable or happy before, and you never wanted it to change.

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aestheticseungmean · 4 years ago

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could you do a jimin or taehyung scenario where they meet your family for the first time? thank you :)

I hope you don’t mind that I did a sort of dysfunctional family. I have yet to meet someone that doesn’t have one where I’m from so this is sort off of experience.

Requests are empty btw so request a lot.

Jimin-

Jimin wanted to meet your family so badly to the point where he’d pester you about it every night before bed. At one point, you started blocking him out when you heard the words ‘So, when-‘ and you are pretty sure that he has figured this out, but if he has, he’s not letting you know. It wasn't that you didn’t like your parents or family, it’s the fact that your family wasn’t perfect let alone functional. His family was happy together, talking about their lives and just amazing. Your family hated each other, someone was always starting drama and they don’t know what personal space is. Every time you went home for a holiday or break, something always went wrong. That one aunt moved away because she couldn’t shut up and everyone hated her, someone got injured due to messing around playfully, or grandma comes and bores you to death with her stories she’s told a million times before. It was just plain chaos and you weren’t going to subject Jimin to the torture.

“Why don’t you want to go visit your family?” Jimin asked carefully, taking a different approach than normal. “Because Jimin, they aren’t-what’s the word I want?- nice? Familial? Same? I don’t know how to describe it.” As you spoke, your face scrunched in disgust, a habit Jimin particularly thinks is adorable. “How bad can they be?” Your eyes narrowed at the fluffy haired boy making him flinch. “They are the type of people who would interrupt a family dinner arguing over which of their children is more superior.” Jimin made an ‘o’ shape with his mouth with no sound coming out. “Oh and don’t get me started on their spoiled little children who throw a tantrum when they don’t get a toy from the store.” The poor sheets in your hands were bunched up in between your now white knuckles from anger. “I just want to meet them once.” “Fine, whatever.” You threw your hands up in defeat before laying down.

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It seems as though the world was working against you, or at least your family was. You went over for thanksgiving-the only time they meet other than Christmas- and they decided to be functional. Everybody got along and greeted you and Jimin with happiness where as normally, they’d look over you. Your aunts and uncles were playing euchre (a card game) and invited you to join in with Jimin watching. It wasn’t until dinner time that all hell broke loose. Someone had taken the last piece of pumpkin pie and that unfortunately, was you. “YOU LITTLE BRAT! YOU TOOK THE LAST PIECE OF PUMPKIN PIE, NO WONDER YOU DIDN’T MAKE IT TO THAT ONE COLLEGE.” You were confused as to what college had to do with pumpkin pie. What you weren’t confused about was taking your half eaten pumpkin pie and smashing it in your aunt’s face before grabbing Jimin and walking out. “Fucking asshole.” “I’ll never ask to meet your family again.”

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Taehyung-

Taehyung was your best friend whom you honestly thought was gay until he confessed to you. Your reaction was a bit, well, confused at first but nevertheless, you were estatic that the guy you secretly had a crush on, liked you back. A few fun dates later, you decided to rent an apartment together, that way you both could see each other everyday and save up money as well. When the news broke out that you were dating Taehyung among your family members, they wanted to meet him as your boyfriend and not just your best friend. Taehyung decided that he wanted to spend the next three days visiting your broken up family spread across the small section of the country (I.e a state is what I’m referring to.) So the two of you set off on an adventure starting where most of them were located. Your mom was excited and greeted Taehyung normally while also emphasising that she had a feeling this was going to happen. The time with her was spent with teasing and Facebooking pictures so the rest of the family can comment cheesy things.

Visiting your dad on the other hand, was a bit rougher. Dinner was filled with his girlfriend asking you two questions about your relationship, your little siblings teasing you and playing with Taehyung, and your dad glaring at him from across the table. “Dad stop glaring at Tae!” You huffed out, annoyed that he wasn't even listening to you. “Hey, stop that. Your child has a boyfriend and you aren’t interacting with him.” A silent cheer erupted in your mind as you watched your dad flinch and clear his throat. “So, Taehyung. Have you guys done anything yet?” “Yes sir, we’ve moved in together and it has been very fun.” You nodded as you ate your chicken. “Breaking in the furniture?” The piece of chicken lodged in your throat sending you into a coughing fit. “Dad!” you managed to squeak out as Taehyung patted your back. You watched in horror as Taehyung stared at your dad with a straight face and replied, “Yes, sir.” “KIM TAEHYUNG!” His eyes widened and he turned towards you apologising. Needless to say, the stay with your dad did not last long.

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Your aunts, uncles and cousins were chill with Taehyung. They chatted about his life and telling your baby stories that they remember while you sat in embarrassment knowing Tae would tease you about them later on. You found yourself playing with the pets and the toddlers rather than conversing with family mainly cause you’d hear the same questions. One of your younger cousins was sitting on your lap watching the cartoon you had put on for her when Taehyung came in and sat next to you. “You know, you’d look good with a baby. Maybe we should make one.” Your hand flew down onto his thigh harshly, the sound resonating across the room. He whimpered and rubbed his thigh that was most likely growing red in the shape of your hand. “No! Do not talk like that. I’m too young for your antics.” A cheesy grin appeared on his face. “But I think I see some grey hairs here,” he teased, messing with your hair. “Keep talking and you won’t have anything to make babies with.” You had to eventually promise that you wouldn’t do anything to him.

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