#getting older is exciting don’t let anyone tell you otherwise

[monstroushellbride]

i’ll be 25 in less than a month!! which means i’m even closer to 30!!

[salmonight]

DannyMay 2023, Day 15: Full Hazmat AU

Tittle: The Cleaner: First File

Summary: One day green glowing monsters started appearing and attacking cities all over the globe, and with them, arrived 'The Cleaner'. The Justice League has not uncovered any real information about them to this day. Meanwhile, Danny in a full hazmat suit: 'People can't even let me take a friggin nap!!'

One day,  green glowing monsters and people started to appear all along the globe. No one knew where they came from, only that they enjoyed wreaking havoc wherever they showed up. 

With the entities came 'The Cleaner' as they were titled. They always appeared no more than 10 minutes after a villain - from the ‘Green Dimension’, as they named it - showed up, and contained them in ten seconds flat,  immensely helping in keeping the damage to the minimum. 

The only saving grace was that these aliens never got anyone killed. Everyone in the Justice League found this observation extremely bizarre. But even with no casualties,  the repair costs were enormous. 

No matter how much the JL looked, there were never sightings of the figure other than during the fights, when they seemed to appear out of thin air. Internet searches came up blank as well, only filled with excited rants and candid photos taken by civilians. With these, they concluded that “The Cleaner” was either a) a brand new hero previously unknown, or b) from the same dimension the glowing entities came from. The whole League was miffed, with the Bats even more so, collectively losing their shit over having no contingency plans against the unknown figure.

Fully covered in a red and black hazmat suit nobody had a clue about their identity,  even their gender was shrouded in mystery. Somehow their outfit, even without being overly baggy managed to hide any distinguishing bodily characteristics that otherwise would have been visible. 

Until…. one day,  one of the speedsters overheard the ‘Cleaner’s’ rant. 

It went as any of their usual fights with the green monsters did. Not even a few minutes after the beast started to destroy the buildings, their mysterious hero materialized into existence in front of it. Instead of immediately throwing a punch like they expected, ‘The Cleaner’ instead stared at them with the most deadpan expression they could convey with a helmet on. For some reason, the speedster got a huge 'I’m-so-done-with-this-shit' vibe. Or that was just his overactive imagination. It was hard to tell with the headgear on. He must have gotten it right though, because then they tiredly put a palm to their face with one hand, and, without looking, flicked open the lid of a tube and sucked the entity into it with the other.

Surprisingly, The Cleaner didn’t immediately disappear once the monster was gone, so he took a few steps closer as they hung the green, metal tube ( which he could now tell was actually a soup thermos? What? ) back on his belt and pulled out an honest-to-god cellphone.

He didn't even have to strain his ears to listen in on the ensuing phone call since they were talking pretty loudly. And boy, did they sure sound pissed. 

“I swear to the Ancients, Tuck,” the ‘Cleaner’ complained, motioning with their hands aggressively to emphasize their point “If I have to come to fetch another one of these god damned brats I'm gonna treat them the same way they act and build them a time out corner in either the warden’s prison or the palace. I'm pretty sure both Walker and Frightknight would love to teach them a lesson about tact!"

There was a pause as he listened to whoever they were talking to on the other end of the line. “No, I don't care that they’re centuries older than me. If they act like spoiled children they get treated as such!” 

They let out an annoyed harrumph “I was taking a nap, Tuck. A NAP!!! You know I don't take naps! Not to mention I’m retired! What the hell am I? Their nanny? I don’t even get paid to clean up the messes they make! Can't they just keep their ecto ass sitting still in the realm for at least a few centuries to let me take my well deserved break!? But nooooo, these asshats have to make even more paperwork for me to do!" 

“When I told them not to break into Amity anymore I did not mean for them to go to another dimension and terrorize a whole-ass-planet!!!” The ‘Cleaner’ threw up their spare hand in exasperation.

 Their grumbling still could be heard as, with a wave of their hands, a portal opened, made out of a green swirling mass. Ignoring everyone else’s presence they stepped into the portal as it was the most common thing in the world. 

The speedster could only watch and gape at the now empty air. They certainly did not know they could do that. 

Now that he remembers though, they did sound like a male didn't they? He couldn’t estimate their age from the voice as it was very muffled coming through the headgear, but it was definitely not feminine.

And that's how the Justice League got their first ever info about the mysterious ‘Cleaner’.

Finally,  the first real data was entered into the vigilante’s (?) file: 

Name: UNKNOWN 

Alias: “The Cleaner” 

Age: UNKNOWN 

Gender: Male 

Origin: UNKNOWN 

Race: UNKNOWN 

Appearance: UNKNOWN

Power(s): Flight (or hovering,  unconfirmed which), Super strength(?), Teleportation(?), Portal creation (confirmed)

Weakness(es): UNKNOWN 

Costume: A full  black and red hazmat suit. The headgear has a black, unreflective screen that has green orbs (eyes?) shining behind it. Matte black gloves, combat boots and belt. There are compartments added to the belt. Content: UNKNOWN 

Weapon(s): a metal thermos(?) with green accents

Personality: UNKNOWN 

Affiliates: Tuck (?) (no file available)

Takedown plan(s): Impossible to make without further data 

Note:  The entity always deals with the threats quickly and effectively. Their moves speak of prior experience. 

 Ao3

The one that helped betaing this work once again is the lovely Amateum!

My hands were itching to draw something so in a 'why the fuck not' mode i drew Danny's file.

Except as sequel of this with arts and all fellas cuz am already preparing it!

The sketch:

[theshiftingcafe]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ shifting pick a pile ✧˖°࿐ ꒰"what are me and my s/o like in my dr?"꒱

hello! welcome to the shifting cafe!

for today's session, we'll be tackling about what exactly your dr s/os want to tell you all right now in general and in regard to shifting.

i know a lot of you must be currently missing your s/os, so, i hope this simple pick a pile brings you excitement and more motivation to shift.

REMEMBER: TAKE WHAT REASONATES, LEAVE WHAT DOESNT

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pick from at least one of these pictures:

∘₊✧───────────── pile 1 ─────────────✧₊∘

ok this pile is soooo cute to me. i’m lowkey getting forbidden love vibes? also maybe even sunshine x grumpy! i just get this vibe that you two are slightly polar opposites from each other yet still get along so well.

despite everything happening around you; no matter what your statuses, differences, and inequalities are, there’s no doubt that your dr s/o is always going to be by your side no matter what–especially through tough times. i see this pile to be a very mature relationship. they’re ready to help you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders–maybe even just carry it for you all together–just as much as you would for them. is your s/o older than you? perhaps not just physically, but more on emotionally. i see your relationship being full of trust and respect, given equally to each other of course. they have this very mature energy lingering over them that is endearing and comfortable, so rest assured, you’re in very good hands.

you dr s/o is not afraid of showering you with love at all despite there being restrictions if ever there are any. they radiate an artistic and warm energy and show their love for you in the most creative ways possible. like, your s/o just loves you so so so much! they go all out with their, well what they call as “small”, gestures. i see they might even consider stuff like starting a family with you or perhaps you already scripted to have a family with them which is adorable omg!!

one of you might be leading with your head, while the other leads with their heart, and that usually causes some miscommunications, conflicts, and clashing opinions. the cards remind you that it’s perfectly normal when people don’t see eye to eye, what matters most is how you resolve it. which i see you guys don’t really have much trouble with. you and your s/o are so harmonious, small petty fights usually end pretty easily and resolve immediately. which just proves more how emotionally connected you and your s/o are and how emotionally mature this relationship is.

i feel like most of you really have big doubts when it comes to love. whether it be because of old wounds that never healed completely, or fear of what could be itself, the cards tell you to breathe and learn to take risks when giving love another chance. yes, you’ve already learnt what not to do and what to avoid when it comes to love, but, never let that build up walls that shelter you so much that you won't get to experience it. you’re deserving of love. don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

never restrict your foolishly in love heart from chasing after what it wants, even if it doesn’t end the way it wants to. because, eventually, you’ll trip and fall into the right arms. but of course, think before leaping in blind. trust your mind, your heart, but also, most importantly, trust your soul. the trials and tribulations will all be worth it.

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that is all pile 1! thank you so much for stopping by the shifting cafe and spending this session with me. i hope to see you all again soon. happy shifting!

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∘₊✧───────────── pile 2 ─────────────✧₊∘

hmm, ok, this pile is very interesting to me. it seems this reading is actually for 2 types of shifters; those with s/os and those without. but first, let me give the reading for those with s/os.

do you happen to be shifting to a fame dr? maybe a dr where you, your dr s/o, or both of you are very well respected and have a certain reputation to uphold. a reputation that could be broken and twisted by anyone–both a blessing and a curse. i can really see the quote “in the death of their reputation, they felt truly alive.” fitting in this pile.

i’m seeing so many restrictions with this pile. one of you or both of you is withdrawing affection and energy from this relationship. not in the way that you or they don’t want to give it, because it’s taking you or their whole will power to hold back, but because there’s something in the way of it all. this act isn’t exactly an act of passion, but rather, an act of security. you want to protect each other, yet can’t freely love each other by doing so. which is quite a pickle itself.

all you and your s/o want is a warm home with a sincere relationship where you could be free to be who you want to be and love the way you want to, but it almost feels like everyday, the world turns against both of you. i’m not gonna sugar coat anything for this reading; it’s gonna be hard. it’s gonna be hard, confusing, scary, disappointing, and sometimes you’re gonna have doubts. but never ever let them make you regret your journey.

that’s just the reality of shifting; it’s real life. you’re gonna go through struggles, you’re gonna disappear for a while, you’re gonna go through it all. but, just when you think all hope is lost, people you love the most are gonna be there for you. they’re gonna stay by your side, especially your dr s/o, and help carry most–if not all–of the pressure of the world off your shoulders. taking even a small break would help. not just for when you’re in your cr, but also when you’re in your dr. you’re probably scared about something. could it be fear that you won't be enough for your s/o? maybe you feel like you’re going to be too much for them. look, let me give you a little pep talk; if they truly love you, they’re going to accept every part of you. and i mean every part. the good and the bad. and i’m sure you’re a great person who deserves all the love from the people you love.

if ever you happen to stumble upon this pick-a-pile but you don’t have an s/o yet still felt drawn to this pile, the cards tell you that you don’t ever need to be pressured into a relationship. you don’t have to feel pressured to persuade anyone in your dr or script an s/o for yourself when you don’t want to, even if everyone tells you to do so. it’s your dr, and it’s your feelings. you can’t force love. and this applies not only to you, but to everyone else.

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that is all pile 2! thank you so much for stopping by the shifting cafe and spending this session with me. i hope to see you all again soon. happy shifting!

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∘₊✧───────────── pile 3 ─────────────✧₊∘

the moment i started the reading for this pile, i instantly thought about adrenaline inducing scenarios and maybe even a bit of danger, yet also just slow sunday mornings and sun lit rooms? do you happen to be shifting to a superhero dr? maybe a dr that’s labeled as dangerous to some if not most people? i’m also getting a partner in crime type of trope/enemies to lovers trope vibe for this pile, which is super cool if it’s accurate!

you and your dr s/o are literally each other’s safe space, and there isn’t more or less to it.

one of you isn’t particularly fond of being flashy or adventurous. they’re mostly a rule follower and very rarely ever expresses their ideas. however, you can count on them at all times, and best believe they would break every single rule in the book for their other half. this person is stable, practical, and of course, loyal. the other, however, is the opposite. they’re flashy, adventurous, and not afraid to voice out their opinions. always ready to set an idea and follow it, no matter what anyone says. making them a perfect match! they’re the literal definition of left brain and right brain, perfectly balancing each other’s intuition and intellect.

one of you, if not both, has acts of service at their top love language–both giving and receiving. one of you needs help reaching something above the shelves? the other will get it, don’t worry. one of you need help putting on their jewelry? the other will immediately be behind to help clip the necklace on. one of you feel hungry? the other will pick up either the phone for takeout or cook the meal. one of you feel exhausted? the other will be there 24/7 ready to do whatever it was the other didn’t get to do and let them rest.

you guys just enjoy each other's company, even when it’s doing absolutely nothing together. whether it be in the middle of a chaotic crowd in a hustling and bustling situation, or with no one else but each other in a quiet empty space, you guys cherish every single moment of it. you’re ready to accept each other's sweet nothings and bitter everything, which is everyone’s dream!

i feel like most of you really chose this trope because most of you came from a very dysfunctional place and just want to be comforted after a long tiring day. this pile has to be the most comforting reading i’ve ever done. like, literally! that fuzzy warm feeling in my chest and everything! whatever it is that you went through or are currently going through, just know, there will always be someone waiting for you at the dinner table with a warm meal ready to ask you about your day and listen to how it went. ready to give you your dream fairytale love story.

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that is all pile 3! thank you so much for stopping by the shifting cafe and spending this session with me. i hope to see you all again soon. happy shifting!

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that is it for today's pick a pile session! thank you so much for everyone who decided to participate/stop by and picked their piles for some guidance. i hope these resonated and i have interpreted them well for all of you.

if you have any suggestions for future pick a piles, please feel free to request through messaging me or leaving an ask!

for a personal tarot reading session, check out my carrd and order from my google forms!

thank you so so so much and i'll see you all soon! happy shifting!

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[misssmeat]

30 Things I Learned Before Turning 30

In celebration of my next decade, I took some time to document some of the obvious and not-so-obvious pieces of wisdom I've collected in my life. I wrote this as an exercise to celebrate my own growth, but I thought I would share it.

I spent over half of my 20s with all of you, here on tumblr. It was a messy decade spent figuring out who I am, what I want, and how to create the life I dream of. I'm ending my 20s happier, more sure of myself, and excited for the future. Thanks for joining me on the journey.

Here's to the next decade of being older. Wiser. Sexier. Here's to 30.

Love and Relationships

Give it three dates if you’re on the fence about someone. Love at first sight (or first date) is rare.

If he’s significantly older and makes you feel special for being “mature for your age”… there is something very wrong. He’s gross, and I promise you’ll see it one day and be furious for your past self.

Co-dependency is not love. 

Your partner is not your therapist. Do not treat them as such. 

Holding hands is a superior form of intimacy. 

Sometimes love isn’t enough. 

As annoying and cliche as it is, self-love is the most important love you’ll discover. 

Be intentional in your relationships - intentionally make time, intentionally show care, intentionally respect your partner, intentionally adore. (This applies to friendships too.)

Strong relationships are built on strong foundations. Communication, trust, kindness.

Life is made of millions of tiny moments. The tiny moments make the difference more than the grand gestures. 

Sex and Kink

Sex is supposed to be fun. Too many people forget this. It’s adult playtime. Don’t take yourself too seriously. 

Your limits are sacred. Never let anyone convince you otherwise. 

There is no such thing as a “true” sub/Dom/etc. Do what makes you happy. It’s really that simple. 

Confidence is 75% of success in the bedroom. I never truly know what I’m doing, but if I act like I’m the hottest girl on earth… my partner goes nuts for me regardless.

Keep water near at all times.  

Bondage is much more physically taxing than you might imagine. A rope buddy taught me to keep chocolate near for the sugar boost after physically taxing positions. 

Sometimes things get messy. Don’t worry, it’s normal. 

Give feedback and be open to feedback. We are all different, so there should be a learning curve with each partner.

Butt stuff hurts a lot less if you train your muscles slowly over time. 

If you’re not in the mood, don’t feel pressure to force it. Respect what your body is telling you. Likewise, respect your partner if they aren’t in the mood. 

Everything Else 

Ladies - unlearn creating yourself for the male gaze. It’s overrated.

Western cooking isn’t always superior. See the fried egg in France vs. Hong Kong. I’ll die on this hill.

Your worth and value are not tied to anything you’re offering or producing. Existing is the most radical thing we can do. 

Find a hobby that doesn’t require the internet. I found painting and reading. 

Your energy is valuable. Be selective in where and how you invest it.

When washing your hair, go through your shampoo routine twice before conditioning.

Go on walks. Touch grass. Feel the sun on your skin.

When in doubt, adopt a cat. 

Go to therapy. No matter where you are on your mental health journey, therapy will probably be a game changer.

Do not underestimate the power of forgiveness. Holding onto anger is not as empowering as I once believed it was.

And one last bonus thought: no matter what, always make space for joy.

❤️.

[fanficsforfun]

You don’t wanna get a death threat from a redneck

Pairing: Merle Dixon x female reader

Era: Atlanta camp (season 1)

Word count: 960

Warnings: age gap, flirting, sexual harassment, violence, hard language (also don’t know where this should go but the reader is mentioned to be inexperienced)

Summary: Merle can’t tolerate anyone else but him touching you

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Merle had made it a habit to tease you all he could. Hardly a day went by that he didn't at least compliment your appearance in one way or another, or otherwise talk dirty. You, unlike everyone else at the camp, didn’t find it repulsive. Quite the opposite, you enjoyed it, despite always getting all excited and nervous when he was around.

One day you were sitting alone by your tent when he happened to walk by.

"Dreamin' 'bout ol' Merle, ain't ya?" He asked with a grin.

You blushed, of course, and couldn't stop a smile from rising to your lips.

"No", you replied truthfully.

"Yeah, right, I know ya did."

You giggled and blushed harder, shaking your head. Even though he was wrong this time, you really had dreamed about him, just the previous night in fact. But that's not a thing you'd ever tell him. You were too ashamed. He was so much older than you, and you were head over heels for him.

"There's nothin' to be ashamed of, ya know", Merle noted as if he’d just read your thoughts, and although his tone was seductive, his words actually made you feel a little better.

As Merle went on his way, you stayed seated, your heart pounding and cheeks burning. Every encounter like this felt overwhelming, the intensity of your emotions was almost too much. You weren't sexually experienced, and you didn't know how to be when Merle flirted with you and often got you turned on with just a few words. Yet you had noticed he never actually did much, and backed off whenever you got too uneasy. Maybe that was why you downright craved his attention. It was so thrilling, but safe.

Later that day, you all gathered around the campfire for a meal. Merle sat down next to you on the log, so close that your thighs touched.

"Hey, sugar", he greeted you with a smile. "Couldn't ya spare a little somethin' for me?"

You gave him a shy glance, then picked up a piece of meat from your plate and handed it to him. To your surprise, he took it from your hand with his teeth and, as he did so, brushed your fingers with his lips. You felt heat rising to your face, and Merle grinned.

"That's my girl", he chuckled.

You smiled back to him, and he lightly squeezed your thigh before getting up.

“Well, I gotta run. Thanks for the snack.”

You looked after him and grinned to yourself. Merle was lovely, you had to admit that. To you anyway.

The rest of the afternoon went just fine, you worked with the laundry and dreamed of Merle, as usual, but when you came back to the camp, problems started. Apparently Shane had concluded that because you let Merle flirt with you and even touch you, he’d be allowed to do the same.

“Damn yummy ass you got, doll”, he commented, squeezing your backside. 

You flinched and turned around, your face pale and tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. You felt so violated and disgusted, your heart was pounding against your ribs and your hands were shaky.

“Don’t touch me!” You screamed, anger and fear clear in your voice. The feel of this touch still lingered on your skin though he thankfully had removed his hand already.

“What?” Shane asked with a mocking tone. “How come you all of a sudden don’t like this anymore?”

“It’s not ‘bout the touch but whose hand it is, asshole!”

Merle had come back and walked up to you two, looking rather pissed off. Shane didn’t even have the time to react before Merle’s fist met his face, making him stumble backwards. The next punch was as hard as the first one, dropping Shane to the ground.

You backed off with your eyes wide open. You were so shocked that you didn’t even cry. Someone wrapped her arms around your shoulders but you didn’t react to that. All of your attention was on the two men. Merle’s boot was on Shane’s throat now, his blue eyes blazing with fury.

“Ya touch her one fuckin’ more time and I’ll cut yer hands off! Ya hear me, ya fuckin’ prick? Huh?” 

Morales tried to intervene but Merle just pushed him away. The others tried to talk him down, but he didn't listen. There wasn’t anything any of them could have said that would stop him now.

“I ain’t messin’ with ya, y’all better believe that”, he grunted, his voice changing from furious to threatening. He hadn’t lifted his boot off, not a bit, and Shane was suffocating. His face had turned into a shade of purple and he was no longer fighting back as hard as before.

“Merle…”, you managed to say.

He turned to look at you and finally lifted his boot after noticing how you stared at them with terror on your face.

“I wasn’t goin’ to kill him”, Merle soothed and took a few steps closer to you, leaving Shane on the ground gasping for air. You ran to him and wrapped your arms around him, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Hey, it’s alright. Ain’t nobody will ever touch you again, I swear”, he murmured, holding you tight. You just cling to him with your eyes tightly shut. At least you felt safer now when he was there.

And Merle kept his promise. After that day, you moved in with him and Daryl, albeit with your own tent. And Merle hardly left you alone. He either kept an eye on you himself or ordered his little brother to babysit duty. You had to admit, you found it rather amusing. This way, you also had more time to be with him, so you weren’t complaining.

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober #11

xxx convenience store

“What do you think, Harden?”

Harden glances over at the rookie, then back at the road. The headlights on the heavy, windblown rain remind him of stars flying by a ship going at light speed. He clicks the windshield wipers up a notch. “It’s miserable out there. There’s plenty of people that’ll be wanting a roof over their heads. Can’t blame ‘em. At least this way maybe whoever it is’ll have someplace warm for the night.”

“So you don’t think it could be a vandal or an arsonist or something?”

Harden looks over at him again with a frown. “Look, Corsetti. I know every cop show will try and tell you otherwise, but most of the people we encounter on the job—especially calls like this—are just trying to get by. Robberies, kidnappings, all the 'exciting' stuff – that's only a small part of it. The sooner you learn that, the better. What’s the motto?”

Corsetti lets out a small sigh, and Harden sees him barely manage not to roll his eyes. “‘To protect and to serve.’”

“‘To protect and to serve,’ that’s right. People forget that sometimes, but not us. Not you, not as long as you’re riding with me.”

“Yes, sir,” Corsetti mumbles.

“Very good.” He turns into the parking lot of the abandoned convenience store, squinting at the darkened building. The faded sign above the door says, Anyone’s Market, and the door is open a crack. “This is it.”

He gets out of the car and takes out his flashlight, flipping it on, and looks over at Corsetti. The kid looks nervous as hell, fingers hovering near his holster.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Take it easy. Guys getting spooked with guns in their hands is how people get hurt. The call was only about the door being open, we don’t even know that anyone’s in there. Just keep it cool.”

Corsetti nods quickly, taking his own flashlight out. “Right.”

“Right.”

And then he pushes the door open, taking a careful step inside. “Police,” he calls, loudly but not at a shout. He shines the beam around. Nothing seems to have been disturbed, and he doesn’t see any belongings. He moves further into the building. “Hello? GCPD, anyone here?”

Corsetti is shining his light around, too, and he stops suddenly. “There. Behind that shelf!”

Harden looks where he's pointing. A foot.

"Excuse me," he says as he approaches. "Gotham City police." In all likelihood they're about to find someone passed out or sleeping, but it could be that they're about to come upon a body, and he's already preparing what he'll tell the kid if that's the case. It's always hard, but the first one…

He moves around the shelf and the beam of his flashlight falls on a man lying face-down, soaking wet and not moving. There are no bottles or needles in sight, and he's well dressed…

"Sir," he says, and there's no response. He puts his flashlight in his mouth and pulls out the pair of surgical gloves he carries for bagging evidence, putting them on before kneeling next to the man. "Hey, buddy."

The man is young, not much older than Corsetti. Harden frowns, putting two fingers to the man's neck, addressing his partner as he does.

"Call for an ambulance."

"Is he…"

"He's got a pulse. Do it, Corsetti!"

Corsetti nods and grabs his radio to make the call. Harden barely hears him.

"Sir?" He pats the young man's face lightly, but there's no response. "Corsetti, come help me turn him over."

"Gloves first?"

"Yes, gloves first!"

He hears the snap of latex a moment later, and then Corsetti is kneeling next to him.

“Alright, carefully, careful…” They turn the man onto his back, moving slowly in case of injury, and then Harden picks up his flashlight to get a better look. The air rushes from his lungs as he takes in the bruises and swelling on the man's face. Behind him, Corsetti makes a strangled sound.

"No frikken' way," he breathes. "Holy crap, Harden. Do you know who that is?"

"Should I?" Harden says.

"That's Dick Grayson."

xxx

"Master Bruce? Might I have a moment of your time?"

Bruce looks up and, upon seeing the expression on Alfred's face, excuses himself from the conversation he's having with two young socialites that he doesn't remember inviting to this party. He keeps a pleasant, charming smile on his face as he follows Alfred out to the hallway and doesn't let it drop until he's sure they're alone.

"What's wrong?"

"We've had a call from Commissioner Gordon. Two of his officers responded to a call about a possible break-in at an abandoned convenience store."

Bruce suppresses a sigh. If it was enough for Jim to call, then it wasn't just a random person.

"Which of the Rogue's Gallery was it?"

Alfred's brow twitches down into a small frown. "None, sir. It was Master Richard. I'm afraid he's been taken Gotham General."

Bruce takes a deep breath, then another, forcing himself to stay calm despite the emotions crashing over him like waves. Dick was here, at the gala. Bruce saw him just a few hours ago."Did Gordon say what happened?"

"I've told you everything he told me."

"And he wasn't...it was Dick they found? Not...?" Not Nightwing?

"Yes, sir. As I understand it."

Bruce nods, mind racing. Deep breath. "Okay. I have to go."

"Of course, sir. I'll see to it that your guests are given a satisfying explanation for your sudden disappearance."

"Thank you, Alfred." Bruce puts a hand on his shoulder, letting it rest there for a moment before he heads out to his car.

xxx

"...three broken ribs, a fractured orbital bone, a concussion, and extensive bruising. We'll be watching him closely the next few days for internal bleeding." Bruce listens numbly as the doctor explains Dick's various injuries. He's already spoken with Gordon. The investigation hasn't turned up much yet, but the police are fairly confident it wasn't a robbery, given that Dick was found with his wallet and phone still on him and ligature marks on his wrists. Their working theory is that someone, or someones, snatched him. He was able to escape, and ran to the nearest shelter he could find which would explain why he was found soaking wet on the floor of the old Anyone's Market. If someone hadn't called the police...

He's lucky to be alive.

Bruce is going to find whoever did this.

xxx

[gettothestabbing]

Since I’ve already begun, let me continue from the previous personal post.

I am so very tired of hearing my sister complain about situations that I want to be in. She’s married, pregnant, has a new house, and lives close to our father. But unlike me, she doesn’t see the last thing as beneficial in any way. (The rest, she’s pretty stoked about.)

She has a terrible relationship with our father. He’s definitely not been a good father to her in many ways, so I understand. My relationship with him is better because I don’t feel the need to argue every difference of opinion we have. I’m less confrontational. I still value some of his advice. I don’t admire him anymore, but I can connect with him and tell him things sometimes.

Mimi has never forgiven him for some terrible things he’s said to her. His remarriage destroyed their relationship over several years. He’s excited for his first grandchild, and Mimi hates it, because he is making her pregnancy and her moving closer to him all about him. He’s very self-focused and feels entitled to her time and space because he’s her father. She’s keeping him at arms length. Her husband doesn’t like him at all. I keep trying to play peacemaker between these three and it just doesn’t work very well, long-distance or otherwise, because they won’t talk directly to each other. So all I can do is listen when they each complain to me about one of the others and try to help them see the other perspective.

When I’m tired, lonely, unable to live with my beloved cats (currently living with her), having awful date after awful date, unable to make plans with friends because I had to move to another state for work where I only work evenings and my coworkers are all immigrants who only hang out with each other, I get pretty fucking sick of complaints about how awful it is for people to (1) want to see her not-yet-fully-furnished house, (2) give her advice she’s not going to follow about her baby, or in Dad’s case (3) act entitled to her time and try to make her invite people over that she doesn’t like.

Oh gosh, people want to be around you and help you out? Wish I had that! People are selfish and don’t understand you when you literally have refused for years to actually tell them how you feel about anything? Go figure!! Do you think there’s any way to change that? No? Ok, just tell me how much you hate them for not reading your mind. It’s not like you sound exactly like my patients, who are nice until you mess up the plan they have for their day in their head that they never told you they had.

I’ve had one relationship. One. We had 6 dates and then 2 years of terrible long-distance nothing. Outside of that, I’ve had like 30 first and second dates. The only way I cope with that is by trying to turn these experiences into funny stories for others. She married her first boyfriend from college after living with him for like a year. She’s never had a bad first date, or used a dating app, or been stood up or ghosted or dumped or had someone just give up on the date twenty minutes in with no explanation. She got pregnant the first try, while I am trying to accept the increasingly real possibility of never being able to marry or have children. She hasn’t had a job in years because she doesn’t need one, and is having a lovely time being a homemaker and mom-in-waiting. I’d love to be either of those things, if not both. But given how long it’s taking me to find anyone to even hit a third date with, I’m just trying to reconcile myself to being happy single and working my whole life. Got to prepare for all possible futures and ward off despair!

I really wish I didn’t feel so resentful of it all. I want to be a good older sister. I have a good job, save my money, act on my principles, and try to be kind. I hope I’m setting a good example in the ways that I can. People always assume that she’s older than me, not because of her looks (she’s gorgeous), but because she’s married/pregnant/a homeowner/always giving me advice. They’re quite shocked when I reveal I’m the older one. It’s all disheartening. I always wanted to be a great older sister, ever since I realized what that term meant. But Mimi never needed one. No one else sees me that way.

And the longer Dad’s second marriage goes on, the more I realize that he doesn’t need me around either. When Mom died, Dad started to rely on me a lot. I got into an all-IB high school, so I didn’t have to do chores like Mimi, but he relied on me more emotionally. So when he remarried, and I went to college, I was still relying on him. I called and talked to him regularly. And when he had his stroke, I took care of him during the day. I gave up my summer job immediately. Even when he decided to switch to medical care, I supported his physical therapy as much as I could during law school. But now I live several hours away again. He stopped showing interest in my life unless it was about my being promoted or dating; his dating advice is usually “be nicer to the guy” no matter how I’m being treated. When I do call, he’s just not interested in what I have to say anymore, so I call much less often. He’s been married to my stepmom for about ten years now. I’m not married or giving him a grandchild or close by, so I’m no longer a priority. Even if we’re not as close now, it hurts to know that. I can’t imagine complaining the way Mimi does about Dad wanting to be around me or see how I’m doing.

Usually I try to finish these long whiny posts with something uplifting or hopeful, but today, I really don’t have anything. Honestly, sometimes I wish I was sad and crazy enough to actually kill myself. I’m not at that point and hopefully never will be. But I almost wish I was. I feel like I’m failing at life and I can’t reach out properly to people without feeling like a burden and quickly reversing course and telling them I’m fine. If I had a serious problem, maybe I could get the support I want, but I shouldn’t wish for such things.

[obeymycok]

MC’s Demon Form - Leviathan

Just to be clear, MC can use all their forms. This is just the one that the brothers first saw MC in. If you haven’t read the setup for these headcanons, as well as the pact headcanons that explain what’s happening here, I strongly recommend you do so (they will be linked below) Otherwise, on with the reactions!

Taglist: @trashlord-007​  @waldeinsamkeit600​  @simpinginthecorner 

Pact Headcanons     Setup

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“MC!!!” Mammon shouted as he sprinted to the fallen beast followed closely by the rest of the brothers. Apparently, too close. Mammon stopped dead in his tracks, feet still sliding over the dirt as his brothers crashed into him at full force. They all got up ready to curse him out, but the sight in front of them quickly shut them up.

There you were, but you looked like..?

Leviathan...

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Lucifer

His pride doesn’t have time to hurt when Levi is dying to his left

In all seriousness though, he is very proud of his brother and hopes this boosts his confidence in himself

Makes sure you stay hydrated for shedding

Also will subtly reassure you if he can tell you’re getting upset

Mammon

A grump, of course

For a second, he almost sounds like the Avatar of Envy by how jealous he is

He gets over it quickly after much crying and explanation and he’s happy his little brother has something to be proud of

Also very informed on how to care for Levi’s demon form, so he wants to help in any way he can even if it’s not HIS form

Leviathan

A critical hit, instant K.O.

My guy has never felt pride before, but he understands Lucifer now

He’d be way too shy to ask but he DESPERATELY wants to help you maintain your form and maybe do it for him back so it’s like a bonding thing 🥺👉👈

He feels like he has something else to talk with you about now and he can’t miss this!

Satan

Pretty happy for Leviathan, he’s been wanting to help him build his self esteem and have him meet some of his friends/acquaintances

Bill Nye the fuckin Science Guy will not stop asking questions 

In his defense though, HOW does a human now have the same abilities of a DEEP SEA demon hmm?

He means well though, so don’t be mean to him

Asmodeus

Good for Levi, he’s jealous but not as much as if he were to see Mammon’s form on you

His jealousy is very quickly overrun when he sees how his older brother’s back straightens, his head held higher, his voice more assertive

He’s too proud of Levi to be jealous🥺🥺😭😭🧡💖

Definitely adjusts your skincare routine to protect it from all the salt water, as well as any hair treatment you’d need💖💖

Beelzebub

In actual tears hugging Levi as he dies from kawaii

Everyone is just so happy for Levi but Beel is absolutely over the moon with excitement not only for Levi, but all his brothers supporting him🥺

Somebody get this man and me a tissue the brotherly love is too much😭✋

Hydration is key, and he is NOT letting you forget it; he will be annoying about it if you refuse

Belphegor

He’s got a lil smile but he isn’t being sappy or too involved

He’s happy for Levi tho, he’s just too tired to show it with the energy he has

Don’t tell anyone, but he’s been wanting to do some more cosplay anyway and he just KNOWS Levi’s gonna milk this whole transformation thing

Overall he’s happy for Levi but he’s also excited for when you all cosplay or go to a con together Belphie likes cosplay change my mind

[tapesfrom1980]

dating older daniel diaz would include…

disclaimer: this won’t have stuff from the actual plot, so basically it’s just like dating daniel but without all the bad stuff that happened bc in my mind he, sean, and esteban are still all happily alive and together and no one can tell me otherwise!!! (his powers are still mentioned) enjoy <3

- knowing each other since kids and having a friends to lovers trope

- it wasn’t till you guys reached middle school till you realized you liked each other, but didn’t confess feelings till the 9th grade

- everyone knew you guys liked each other before you guys did

- sean especially

- he noticed how daniel would let you play with the toys he’d never let anyone else play with

- and how he always got mad when sean would tease him in front of you

- him and lyla had a lot of fun teasing you guys about your crushes no matter how much you both denied it

- when you got your first boyfriend in the 7th grade because you were convinced daniel didn’t like you back he was a jealous MESS

- “what does she even see in him dad? he doesn’t wear deodorant!”

- “you don’t either most of the time enano”

- “shut up sean!”

- daniel distancing himself from you because he was hurt about you having a boyfriend >:c

- when you finally ask him what’s up he tells you he doesn’t like your boyfriend and refuses to elaborate

- you didn’t even like the guy so you broke up with him so that you and daniel could be besties again

- esteban always making jokes and calling you guys lovebirds

- it was funny seeing you both get flustered about it and he was excited to see how things would play out when you were older

- when daniel hit puberty in the 8th grade so many girls started liking him and you were so annoyed about it

- he got his growth spurt, his voice got deeper, and he wasn’t a little kid anymore overall

- he didn’t really notice how many other girls were after him because he was always focused on you

- when you guys started highschool, he decided he wanted to confess his feelings before it was too late

- he asked sean and lyla for advice

- sean gave him good advice but he asked lyla to be sure sean wasn’t just sabotaging him out of spite

- he ended up asking you to the homecoming dance while you were walking home

- he knew you didn’t like too much attention and doing it in front of a lot of people would make you nervous

- “y/n, will you go to homecoming with me? as in my date?”

- you were so overwhelmed with happiness that you just kissed him instead of saying yes

- the kiss was sweet and passionate and lasted almost 10 seconds but you were over the moon

- daniel going back in for another kiss after 5 seconds of just smiling at each other shyly

- you held hands for the rest of the way

- you decided not to tell anyone and just let everyone find out for themselves

- obviously lyla was the first to realize

- “they grow up so fast! :(“

- enough now!!!! let’s talk about how things were after you started dating

- making out whenever you guys have to blessing to be alone in a room together

- it was way harder than you’d think to be able to be alone together in a room after you announced you’re dating

- at first it was lowkey awkward because you both had never kissed anyone else before so you were just sorta trying to figure it out

- but after you did it was really nice

- daniels a very passionate kisser

- cuddles!!! all the time!!!

- whether it’s on the bed, couch, chair you love to cuddle

- daniel constantly giving you sketches he did of you (awww)

- movie nights! every friday. (you take turns picking which one every other week so it’s fair)

- planning out your futures constantly

- “and we’re gonna get a dog! i like the name mushroom if we do get one”

- being marvel fans together <3

- if you’re mad at each other for whatever reason, you’ll still be going to the diaz’s house

- not for daniel, but for esteban (and sometimes sean)

- esteban gives great advice and isn’t biased just because daniels his son

- he ends up forcing you guys to talk it out anyways (unless it’s clear you need space)

- but once you makeup everything goes back to normal instantly like the argument never happened

- spoiling him every chance you get

- “y/n…🙄🙄☺️”

- so many polaroid pics of you guys!!

- when you’re bored you’ll play around with his powers

- watching stranger things and comparing him to eleven the entire time

- sean joins in too because he’ll take any chance he gets to tease his brother

- it becomes a diaz family tradition to watch each season of the show everytime it comes out together

- being besties with lyla and sean ofc!!!

- sneaking out before sunrise to watch it together

- esteban pretends not to know about it

- PARTIESSSSS!!!

- you’ll be together the entire time and if any guy gets too close to you daniel WILL use his powers to make the guy spill his drink on himself or even make him pee himself

- not really the jealous type, you guys have come too far together for him to think you’d ever cheat on him

- matching hoodies

- sharing clothes together

- power couple tbh

[heejayy]

Enha buying you Sanitary Napkins

Warnings: swearing, mentions periods obviously

Pairing: Enhypen x Reader

Word count: 1351

a/n: periods are normal don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise. Also if you feel uncomfortable w/ me writing abt this topic w/ the maknae line let me know ❤️

🩸Jungwon:

He’s not too foreign to the concept of periods since he has two older sisters and some female friends

But he’s still no expert on it

So when you mentioned you needed to buy pads he quickly offered to get them without realizing what he got himself into

He arrived at the corner store, went into the women’s aisle and almost had a mental breakdown

He wanted to FaceTime you, but chose not to because he didn’t want to bother you

He looked around for a worker but seeing they were all girls and looked around his age he chose to figure it out in his own (He was a little embarrassed to ask)

So what did he do? He bought five different types and called it a day

He walked back to your place trying to figure out an explanation on why he bought so many

“Jungwon-“ you covered your mouth trying to stop yourself from laughing. “I didn’t need this many, one box would’ve been fine”

“I um-“ he stuttered avoiding eye contact “I didn’t know which one to get I thought it was just one kind but there were so many I panicked” at this point his face, ears, and neck were so red it was adorable.

“Awe” he giggled “next just ask me ok?” he nodded kissing you on your head.

🩸Heeseung:

Absolute pro!

This boy knew what he was doing

He told himself when he got a girlfriend he’d be educated on these types of things so he did a little research and now it was his time to ✨shine ✨ 🤣

You mentioned you would start your period in a few days so you needed to stack up on supplies

So he went out of his way and had a whole kit ready for you

He even took a picture of your old pad box before leaving just to make sure he bought the right ones and he also did a little extra stuff

Adding snacks, medicine and he even bought you a new heating pad

He came back your place so excited even though you were in bed practically dying

“Okay, so I bought these because you use this kind on a regular BUT I also bought these because some girl recommended them saying that they were organic and better for your ph balance” you just blankly stare at him shocked that he knew what to get, because let’s be honest you got a little worried when he didn’t call you panicking.

“Heeseung how did you-“

“Shh” he dramatically placed a finger on your lips “I want you to relax this week”

You laughed shooing his hand away

You couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend ☺️

🩸Jay:

“Okay, sooo wings or no wings?”

“Wings? Got it- wait heavy flow or light?”

“Ooh or should I get the overnight ones…what the hell! what are the numbers on them for?”

Jay thought he knew what he was doing but boy was he wrong

He walked in the store all confident and as soon as he got to the lady’s aisle his confidence flew out the window.

“Ahh man why can’t you just stick a tampon up there and-“

“Ok ok, it was a joke I’m sorry!”

Too bad you weren’t in the joking mood🙃

Although he ended up getting the right pads with your help (you yelling at him through the phone💀)

he had to buy you extra food for making that dumb joke

When he got back he was greeted with a pillow to the face

He didn’t complain because he kinda deserved it

But you forgave him and he tended to your needs all day

🩸Jake:

He wasn’t nervous at all

He knew what was going on so he decided to be a good boyfriend and help

Without your knowledge, he just walked to the nearest store

At first, he was taken back because there were many types of pads so he just grabbed 2 boxes that looked right to him and went back home

“Where’d you go, babe?” You ask peaking out of the kitchen.

He lifted the bag and smiling

“I thought you might need these, oh I also bought some tea too” he picked your lips handing you the bag

You were genuinely shocked, all your exes were either disgusted by periods or just plain clueless.

“Oh my god you’re so sweet” you cooed giving him a tight hug rocking back and forth

“Anything for my love”

🩸Sunghoon:

He called his mom…🤭

Yes he called his mom and asked her about girls and how to help them

But how he explained it it came out wrong 💀

At first, she thought he called asking about ya know👀…she got scared and referred him to his dad 🤣🤣

but he quickly re-explained that wasn’t case blushing

In the end, he wasn’t ashamed to ask it’s normal and he wanted you to feel comfortable

His mom was a big help too, she gave him all the answers to the questions he had

He felt pretty confident

He found exactly what she recommended and brought it to you

You were in awe, no one’s ever treated you like this during your monthly.

Mostly everyone around you thinks periods are nasty and shouldn’t be talked about so you never say anything when your suffering.

So call it ‘bare minimum’ who cares because you were in love!

when you saw him with his pretty smile standing on your doorstep with a little bag of goodies for you your heart skipped a beat.

“Is that for me?!”

“Mhm all for you gorgeous”

🩸Sunoo:

He has an older sister so he knows exactly what goes on

“Oh you’re on your period?” he asked knocking on the bathroom door.

You were embarrassed and shocked all at once.

Embarrassed because you had started it with no warning hanging out at the dorms and shocked because he said that sentence so calmly

Usually, boys his age act like babies over a girl having a monthly but Sunoo was acting very mature

“Yeah but uhh I don’t have any pads” you whispered the last part hoping the rest of the boys didn’t hear.

He was quick to act knowing you didn’t want to sit in there too long.

“I’ll be back ok?”

Alright he knew exactly what he was looking for he grabbed them and a few extra snacks and some pain killers

When he got back he sped walked back to the room not wanting the boys to be in your personal business

“Thank you so much you’re a lifesaver” you kissed him ruffling his hair.

🩸Ni-Ki:

Mature baby

If his girl needed pads he’ll get them no questions asked

He asked what you used, made a list, and went on his way

He was more excited than nervous, he’s never done this before it made him feel like a real man taking care of his girlfriend

Ahh 🥺✋🏽

When he arrived he was a little nervous because there were so many girls in the aisle and they continuously stared at him.

He thought it was because he looked fairly young compared to them.

But he brushed it off and grabbed what you needed.

When he came back to your place you were kind of shocked that he actually did it.

You were in awe! You wanted to hug and kiss him for his kind actions but your mom was eyes were burning holes in the back of your head.

“Awee you didn’t have to buy me pads babe you’re so sweet” you cooed settling for only a hug.

And he understood even though he wanted a little kiss 🥺

“Anything for you” he grinned petting your head lovingly.

Since it was getting late your parents said he couldn’t stay long so you said your goodbyes and he left.

You pouted peeking out the window as Niki disappeared down the sidewalk

But as soon as he got home he called you and you two FaceTimed all night.

©heejayy 2021 — any reposts or translations of my works are strictly prohibited unless granted permission.

[wizkiddx]

3 hearts broken

I did an angst thing again oops also not proof read double oops

summary: an argument between you and tom, except it takes him hurting someone else for you to loose it

warnings: alot of swearing (im British sorry not sorry) idk anything else except commitment issues?

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It was an argument you and your boyfriend regularly had. In fact, it was the only argument the two of you ever had. And especially recently, one that Tom seemed to want to have every day. It didn’t matter where you were on set; in the rental home; out for dinner. Or like now… in the airport lounge.

You were sitting across from each other in a semi-private booth. Tom in his joggers and a burgundy hoodie, you in your black leggings and an oversized tee that actually belonged to your boyfriend. The rest of the place was almost deserted, given the late-night time of the flight. It was probably why Tom felt so comfortable bringing up this touchy subject in a public place.

You were both way past overtired too, owing to the end of a gruelling shoot. All you wanted was to get back to London and get into your own bed. Without an unnecessary fight with Tom.

Unfortunately for you, when you had naively said those exact words, Tom’s overtired brain skipped straight to it being a personal attack.

“I don’t see why you can’t commit to moving in Y/n! We practically live together for filming anyway so-“

“I love you Tom, more than I could ever express. I just… I can’t do this yet. I need… more-“

“More time, I know.” He grumbled, already standing and slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder - as the flight’s gate was announced by the intercom. Had he not already turned his back and started heading along the hallway, you would’ve tried to protest and calm him down. But thanks to his urgency to get away from you… all you could do was sigh. Slumping back against the seat before hauling yourself up and grabbing the bags - that he had helped you with on the way in.

No doubt this would be a long flight.

That it was. Tom had been maturely giving you the silent treatment at the gate, as you were boarding, and finding you seats. You were both in first class, so you had adjacent little pods with a little partition in the middle. It’s standard position was to be lowered however, before you’d even been able to settle into your window seat, Tom had already switched to button to have it slowly slide up.

Real fucking mature.

Thinking he just needed some time to cool off, you rolled your eyes but let him be. Even though you were such a frequent flier, you were terrible at getting any sleep on them. Tom knew this, knew how much you disliked the idea of being hurtling through the air in a tin can. Usually, he’d be holding your hand, entertaining you by watching a movie and providing a shit commentary over the top. Sometimes, when you were both as exhausted as right now, he’d even slide into your chair, having you perch on top of him so you could fall asleep listening to his heartbeat in his chest. Now though? He refused to acknowledge your existence.

Tom never had such issues flying, he was like a switch that could just choose to fall asleep at any and every point. Which is perhaps why it shocked you to see him still wide awake, staring angrily at the corner of his pod when you went to the loo, hours later. Thinking it was time for a peace offering, on the return to your seat you made eye contact and began to smile softly at him. However, that plan lasted for all of two seconds, since as soon as he realised you had seen him staring, Tom instantly shut his eyes - playing asleep.

He really was being particularly stubborn tonight.

By the time the plane landed, he’d still refused to say anything - and it was starting to really piss you off too. You’d tried to be mature, tried to offer the metaphorical olive branch and he had quite literally thrown it back in your face. So by the time you were being escorted off the plane (first because you were first class), you hung back from your boyfriend, wanting to have your own space.

Which was exactly why you didn’t want to give up your own apartment yet!

The two of you walked across the bridge into the terminal with a good 8 metres between each other. Tom didn’t bother to turn round and check on you, taking purposeful steps as though he wanted to get away.

Thankfully the terminal was quiet, probably due to the ungodly hour in the morning you’d landed at. The halls echoed only with your and Toms footsteps, the echo exaggerating just how far away you felt from him at this point. Still, Tom hadn’t acknowledged your existence, or anyone elses for that matter - the pair of you almost got to baggage reclaim before seeing any other humans.

And that is where it all went wrong.

It was typical, an otherwise empty airport except for you, Tom and a family with 2 girls. 2 teenage girls. 2 teen girls whose eyes widened to almost comical levels at the sight of your boyfriend. You’d seen them from a mile away, but from Tom’s reaction to them - he clearly hadn’t.

In fact, you were such a distance away you couldn’t exactly hear the exchange. But what you saw, had your heart in your mouth.

The girls ran over from the seats their whole family were sitting in, squealing at Tom with that overcited little jump you’d seen so often. Instead of Tom turning to them and entertaining them with small talk and a photo or two - he did the opposite. If anything, he quickened his cadence, looked as though he waved the girls off without muttering two words.

And maybe there was a reason. Maybe they had shouted something really rude at him - but fuck, the chances were slim. One looked ten, and one looked a couple of years older - as you approached, you saw the dejected and shocked faces melt into ones of intense disappointment. The eldest turned and hugged the younger, whose chest appeared to be shaking in a way that meant only one thing. Tom had made her cry.

Just as both the mother and father stood up to rush to the girls, you matched their hurried steps - getting their first.

“Hi, excuse me… “

You felt really awkward but knew you had to do something for these poor girls. And quite possibly for Toms career too. “Are you guys okay?” It took a second or two, but the girls clearly both recognised you too (thank god), throwing nervous looks at each other.

“Are yo-you Y/n?” The younger one asked, bright eyes glazed in tears which broke your heart to see.

“Yeh-yeh I am, what are your names?” You knelt, smiling warmly at the girls, who seemed to chirp up a bit.

“I’m Tima” The eldest spoke first before nudging the other to speak. You waited patiently till the little girl had wiped her eyes before replying.

“I’m Azara.”

“Wow, you’ve both got very beautiful names. Where are you both headin-“

“Can I ask you a question!?” Litte Azara burst out, interrupting you, but in the cutest and sweetest way. You just laughed and said of course, as she twiddled with her thumbs nervously.

“How big is the biggest T-rex?” Her little eyes were so curious and you had to suppress a giggle, seeing how serious it was.

Of course, the T-Rexs in Jurassic world (one of your movies) were all CGI. But Azara didn’t have to know that.

“Oh, they are bigger thanthan the tallest trees you’ve ever seen!”

You carried on your little chat with the girls for five or so minutes, laughing with them and exchanging soft nods with their parents too - who seemed appreciative of your time. Eventually, though, it was the dad who pulled time on the exchange, signalling that the girls had taken up enough of your time. As you stood up, Tima spoke up - after being relatively withdrawn from the conversation.

“You’re friends with Tom Holland right?” You nodded, subconsciously biting your lip to see what she would say. “Can you tell him sorry for bothering him, it’s just Azara was excited, we only wanted to say hi.”

Yeh, there was absolutely no way these incredibly sweet girls did anything to Tom. He was just being a knob.

“Hey, it’s not your fault at all. We’ve just had a really, really long flight, and he’s in a bit of a mood at me - I’m so sorry that he let it out on you.”

That explanation seemed to satisfy Tima with a nod, and with some final hugs you bid the girls both farewell. By this point, the rest of your plane had caught up along the corridors, so it was busier, and you had to fight against the small crowd to get through the airport as quickly as possible. Because you were seething with rage for Tom and could not wait to tell him exactly what those poor girls thought of him.

Unsurprisingly Tom had chosen not to wait for you in the airport at all, instead already hiding inside the blacked-out windows of the 4x4 waiting at the collection point. You marched up to that car angry to the point you thought the whole airport would notice. Yanking the door so hard you were surprised you did no damage to it, you threw your bags in - momentarily ignoring the sight of Tom huddled into a corner, staring at his phone with AirPods in.

But once you slammed the door shut and the driver started the car, you let yourself go.

“Who the fuck do you think you are!”

“Y/n can we just leave it for- “

“You made 2 girls cry!!! You were so self-absorbed in your temper tantrum that you made 2 teenage girls cry. You proud of yourself?”

This time he did look at you, eyes wide and confused - clearly not understanding. So you continued - laying it out for him.

“Those two girls you waved off because you were so busy running away from me? Well the youngest one cried and then the eldest didn’t speak and when she did it was only to ask me to apologise to you. You’re a fucking dickhead!”

“I didn’t mean-“

“Oh god, that makes it all better. You didn’t mean to make them cry on purpose, so it’s fine! God if you’d only said I’d-“

“Fuck off Y/n you’re not being fair, cut the sarcasm.”

“I’m not being fair?!? Because I’m the bad person in this situation, right? I just saved you from a very, very bad headline tomorrow morning because you were too busy giving me the silent treatment.”

“Yeah, well, your the one who doesn’t seem to give a damn about me!”

You scoffed hard at his words, air trapped in your throat that now felt completely stuck. How could he say that? How could he even think that?

As much as you hated showing it, you felt your eyes well up with tears. Because who the fuck did he think he was.

“Now that, that is so unfair. You know exactly my history and why I don’t want to move in yet AND you know just how much I fucking love you. So don’t you dare.”

“You're not convincing anyone.” He spoke quieter, but the venom behind his tone was still there. As the first tear escaped over your bottom lashes, you knocked on the partition to the driver and asked him, in no uncertain terms, to pull over.

“Congrats Tom. That’s three women you’ve broken the hearts of in 20 minutes. Must be some sort of a record.”

And with that you slammed the door shut, abandoned on the side of the road somewhere within Heathrow.

?a part 2? idk where id go from here aha

tagging: @lovehollandy12 @hollandlover19 @thefernandasantana @hunnybunimdun @hallecarey1@cedricdiggorysimpp @msmimimerton @hollandfanficlove @pandaxnienke @crossyourpeter @thegirlwiththeimpala

[thestarsanctuary]

hi!! can i request the rooftop trio of bnha with a reader that has tourette's syndrome? they can b aged down or up idc

ROOFTOP TRIO WITH A S/O THAT HAS TOURETTES SYNDROME

Pronouns: They/Them but in 2nd person

Note: I don’t honestly know which way I wanted to do them so it’s kind of a mix because of Shirakumo- I just combined it all lol.

If anyone finds something in this offensive and/or unsettling, you can comment/dm me and I will take it down! I don’t have tourettes and can only reaearch so much.

AIZAWA

For Aizawa your condition isn’t really something that sparks major feelings and thought. You have tourettes, alright now let’s go get dinner. That’s kind of his way of thinking, he’s not gonna coddle you like a child because he knows you’re an adult who can take care of yourself. Since you’ve been together since high school, he’s already seen you at your worst and your best. He won’t lie and say he’s always been the best boyfriend who can tend to your needs, the stories tell otherwise.

“Well what do I do when it gets too much? Just like- sit there?”

“Why would you just sit there? What does that do for me?”

“That’s why I asked no need to be a jerk about it.”

Yeah…he really needed some time to figure out his way. It was hard for him to find a balance between leaving you alone but also not just dismissing everything- but he got there.

As he grew older he knew to keep you calm and happy, it was better for your tics that way if they weren’t being driven from your anxiety or a more stressful situation, so if he could help you out he 100% would. Whether that was succumbing to your rather untasteful wishes of playing Just Dance 2.

“SHOTA! YOU CAN DANCE?!”

“Shut up and watch this combo.”

Or whether you just wanted to cuddle and take a break.

“You know I love you don’t you Shota?”

“Well you better….I love you too”

Other times when tic attacks would get rough he would try to comfort you, maybe by stroking your back, or just staying close by. He doesn’t make a big deal out of it and just lets it happen. He’s cool like that.

He doesn’t like going out a lot in general, so when you and the other boys get together it’s chaos. You’re all practically bouncing off the walls and Shota has to make sure you all don’t accidentally break your necks.

“Hizashi would it kill you to stop challenging my partner to an mma throwdown, they’ll literally kill you.” All while in a supermarket.

It didn’t really matter how upset you got or how stressed and tired he was you made time for each other. That was just how things worked with you both, sometimes you were attached at then hip watching a cringy netflix original as he complained to you about some kids in his class, and other times he was watching you play games as you sat on his lap complaining about your boss.

It wasn’t hard to understand that Shota would give his all for you. You’d get whatever you please from him. His time, his loyalty, his heart, all because he loves you. Simply put.

HIZASHI

Hizashi was always easily excitable, in high school, as a pro hero, you’d see him smiling and grooving anywhere at anytime. Maybe it had to do with the way anytime you were around he wanted to make you the happiest person alive.

When he was a kid in high school and had just met you, he didn’t really dwell on your tics, nor the eyes that seemed to follow you, which seems nice but because of this sometimes he was a bit…dense. He just thought you were nice to look at, the slight noises and twitches coming with it were just there, who cares?

And that’s how you got together, a collision of love between the two of you created a glorious relationship lasting all the way up until now, and he’s learned a lot more along the way. He learned that sometimes tics would just get aggressive for no reason, and that you weren’t mad or stressed, it just happend. He learned that when it did happen he shouldn’t just sit there like a tree but also shouldn’t try and stop what was apart of you.

He learned that sometimes he’d get hurt by accidents involving your tics- and god forbid you’d hurt yourself, but none of that mattered as long as you two were together. He’d do anything under and over the sun for you.

And that truly meant anything, it was almost concerning how much power you had over him. Some would even say embarrassing the way he watched over you like a newborn puppy, following you around and bending to your every need.

Sometimes that would cause fights though. You could feel- smothered by his constant need to please you, it would feel less like a relationship and more like a caretaker and his elderly patient. You didn’t need everything under the sun…just a little bit of patience and a lot a bit of love would suffice, and he understood.

Instead of smothering you- he took you out on weekly outings. He liked it when you got super excited to go out and wear your best outfits that you couldn’t wear to work, and he liked showing off his s/o in flamboyant ways. He’d take you to random restaurants that served portions enough to feed not even a hamster, or amusement parks to eat glorious disgustingly bad for you food and the occasional romantic picnic of his own making.

He just loved you, and anything that came with you- including the tics- was apart of that love.

SHIRAKUMO

Shirakumo is…something else. He loves to please, loves to assist, and loves to love. So when he met you, nobody knows if it was just him being him or he really wanted to be with you. Time can confirm though, with how long you’ve been together? It was and is, love.

When you told him about having tourettes syndrome, he didn’t quite understand. Do you need medication? Should he be watching out for stuff? Like a spy?! And he asked you every question and spit out every comment he had under the sun without a bit of shame.

“Do you not watch scary movies then?”

“Have you ever tried counting how many tics you get in a day?”

“As long as I get to kiss you does it really matteer? I’m good.”

Yeah he’s…something else.

He tended to coddle you sometimes but it was only because he didn’t want to see you hurt. In which you had to explain to him that he was literally going to a school to be a pro hero and fight crime just like you were, and getting hurt was inevitable, so he shouldn’t worry.

“Aizawa literally almost broke your arm the other day Oboro. I really shouldn’t be your concern right now.”

When your tic attacks were more frequent he didn’t really like to be with you even if he knew he had to be. He didn’t like not being able to help you and only just stroke your back and make comforting comments. It made him feel useless so you had to reassure him sometimes. You had to explain that you appreciated what he could do and that it was much better than him interfering and trying to stop it (like clueless people had tried to do in past situations.) You liked space. And he gave you just that.

Now aside from the space he gave you every once in a while, most of the time you were glued at the hip. He loved kissing you, holding your hand, or when you would hold one of his sleeves or the bottom of his shirt instead. He just needed some form of skinship from you at all times.

Sometimes you would have tics and they would come from random song lyrics or something funny Aizawa would say to Hizashi, and those were his favorite ones. It took him a long time to acknowledge that sometimes things are just funny, and that he doesn’t have to walk on eggshells around you, but also that some things are not. There’s a line and it’s not thin, and not very easy to cross, so he tried not to dwell on it. All he had to do was love you, and he was rewarded with lots of love back.

What a life he was living.

EL FIN.

I tried not to make this repetitive to my other one shot so I don’t know how decent it is. Have a good day everybody reading this! Stay safe,

- SS <<<33333

[pegasister60]

NO. 22 PICK YOUR POISON

Toxic | Withdrawal | Allergic Reaction

(In the end I did not end up talking about the homes Billy’s been in in detail. You’re getting this instead.)

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You don’t really remember the Before if you’re being honest. That was always your brother’s to carry.

You’ve been with Liam for as long as you can remember. You’re twins, technically triplets if you count Mary. (And of course you count Mary, you’ll never stop looking—)

You’re not sure which of you came first, but you know you’ll always be the older twin anyway. Liam’s always as young as he’s ever been and you’ve never found that odd. He’s still your little twin brother that you’ll throw hands for.

And you have. Multiple times.

Not all of the foster homes you've been to were garbage, admittedly, but they were never right for Liam. The older you and the body you shared with him became the more strained your foster parent’s relationships with Liam would get.

That, and your foster siblings could be mean as hell. 

Thinking about the amount of times you’ve had to pull Liam away from their bullying to throw hands in his stead still gets a rise out of you. Nothing about those situations struck you as fair at all, but at least they never lasted.

Between Liam’s “oddities” and your aggression, you went through homes like tissues for the better part of a year. Your social worker did try, but she didn’t understand. 

You didn’t really understand it to be honest. You were aware that none of your foster siblings shared a body with anyone, much less a sibling, but it also never bothered you. You didn’t need words for it or to know how it happened (though you did try looking it up once). You had everything you needed.

You had a sibling no one could take from you. Not Uncle Ebenezer, not the state, no one.

And you’d be damned if you let anything happen to him.

So you protected him however you could. You’d hide him away whenever things would get rocky with your foster siblings. You’d take all the not-so-nice memories from the foster homes you lived in and tuck them out of sight.

The memory thing in particular helped so much with keeping Liam safe. It also made for some epic sibling bonding whenever you’d have the time to ask Liam about Before.

You don’t remember your mother’s face or your dad’s laugh, but he could remind you. Liam’s memory is for all the good stuff, you’ve found. And you let Liam believe that all the bad stuff just pours out like a strainer. There’s literally no reason to tell him otherwise.

-

When you turned nine you were shuffled into foster home number eleventeen and you kept the bar low. Liam was excited to meet your new siblings but you convinced him that he should hang back for a little bit. They shouldn’t overwhelm their new foster family too soon, yeah?

Best decision you’ve ever made. That was the house that convinced you that you could do a better job raising Liam and yourself than any of those people could. You got up in the middle of the night, broke the lock on the pantry, and shoved as much food as you could carry into your worn Superman backpack to take with you for the road.

You didn’t make it more than a week, but that didn’t matter. You left the very next home with a deeper resolve to look after Liam by yourself, a mouth full of someone else’s blood, and four hundred dollars in small bills. You’d learned, you were willing to adapt, and you’d survive. 

For both of you.

-

And then the subway thing happened.

The Wizard, Shazam, said you had a pure heart. You were eighty-five percent sure he was talking about Liam, because your heart didn’t feel very pure with how desensitized you’d become to committing petty crime (it’s always been for survival’s stake).

When he started to actually describe what he was asking of you though, you straightened up. Because it did sound like he was talking to you. Protecting the source of all magic, fighting to contain horrors that should never see the light of day, throwing hands with beings who mean you harm? It all sounded right up your alley even if the scale of the problems you’d face terrified you.

The Wizard assured you that you’d be granted the powers of six gods. The Wisdom of Solomon, the Strength of Hercules, the Stamina of Atlas, the Power of Zeus, the Courage of Achilles, and the Speed of Mercury.

You politely did not point out that some of those weren’t gods, though mostly because his confidence had you second guessing at the time. 

And in the end it wasn’t much of a contest. The Wizard chose you, your only hang-up had been addressed, and you had nothing else going for you besides looking after Liam. And with the powers of Shazam’s patrons you’d certainly be able to do a better job of it.

And you were right about that, just not how you imagined.

Because all that power? It was heavy. Too much for you to handle and it had nowhere else to go. Something had to give.

So something did. And suddenly the body felt different and your headspace was crowded and you had no idea what the fuck was going on–

And then the headmate you’d later come to learn was named Solomon got to work immediately. He tucked Liam somewhere further back and less stressful, got you acquainted with Achilles who helped with your panic, and started explaining what the fuck just happened.

He also explained it to the Wizard, who had apparently never seen that happen before. First time for everything, hooray!

-

It took a while for everyone to find out what was working and what wasn’t. In the early days you bounced between co-fronting (the word you learned when Solomon gave you your first taste of the Wisdom of his namesake) and looking after Liam. Though Liam was ecstatic to have more people to hang out with and clung to your new headmates like a baby possum, you supervised those interactions very closely for fear that they wouldn’t like him back.

That fear wasn’t unfounded but it was put to rest. Every single one of your headmates would kill for Liam without hesitation and learning that filled you with so much relief. You started spending more time in front again while your headmates that almost never fronted looked after your twin.

And it’s a good thing you did. Turns out that when a Champion of Magic is chosen every malevolent magic user and their mother shows up wanting a piece of the Rock of Eternity’s magic. There were non-magical villains out and about, yeah, but the fact that they were even weirder than the magic users sometimes was not comforting.

And then there were the trips to hell and the natural disasters and all the things that make you very fucking glad that Liam rarely ever fronts anymore. Courage of Achilles or no, shit gets fucked up sometimes.

And for a little over two years that was your life. Being a part of Captain Marvel, making sure enough food got in your smaller body to keep you going between bouts of crime fighting, and moving from sleeping place to sleeping place.

-

You thought that joining the Justice League would be like the day you held those powers for the first time: a lot of adapting, awkwardness, and compromising but ultimately the weight you all carry together would be spread more evenly. That you’d become part of a greater whole capable of so much good.

It was sort of like that. You definitely carried your share of slack and then some when it came to magical problems; your teammates helping you fight the Monster Society Of Evil in turn. You went on off-world missions to face threats you never would’ve even heard about if you weren’t in the League. So in that respect it was similar.

The big difference was one you didn’t really anticipate: you couldn’t get close to these people. Or, more accurately, you refused to let them get close to you.

With your headmates there are no secrets. There’s information withheld from you, yeah, but that’s mostly because you’re not able to handle it all the time. And you in turn have been withholding information from Liam since forever, so you understand why it’s necessary.

With the League, you’re not lying by omission to protect them. The secrets you’re keeping and the truths you talk around could’ve been laid bare to them the day you got recruited. But you decided not to tell them and it’s left a one-way wall between you and your teammates.

They’ve opened up to you over time. Hell, you know some of them so well they gave you their names. And it’s not the trust they’re giving you that’s odd, or even that they want to get to know you.

You got to know your headmates. You learned that Mercury is a skilled musician, that Marvel remembers several lifetimes, and that Achilles will go on and on about Patroclus if given half a chance. They’re your headmates, your people, and you care for them all so much.

And you care for the League, really you do.

But you didn’t give them your name, you didn’t tell them about your small form, and you’ll never elaborate on how your powers work.

It’s not their business. They’re your teammates, your coworkers, but not your people. You would go on a week-long space mission with them despite the consequences your small form would face, but you’d never let them take care of said small form afterwards. Not when you’d rather let Mercury and Marvel take care of it instead.

You trust them with your life but not with your life. And it’s coming back to bite you the way you’ve known it would.

You can’t bring yourself to regret it even now. You were doing what you thought was best to keep your people safe. You would do it again in a heartbeat. You’ve done worse than hold your tongue to protect the people that matter to you, and you’ll probably have to start biting again if you don’t get some fucking space.

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Whumptober: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, ALT 12, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, ALT 1, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31.

[dragonologist-in-the-making]

Paper Rings

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Summary: On his first ride to Hogwarts, James befriended the girl who was obsessed with shiny things. Over their schooling together, their friendship turned into so much more.

A/N: lmao I suck at summaries. Also I’m back sorry for the random hiatus (and sorry that posting will almost definitely not be consistent after this either). I had this idea months ago, inspired by Taylor Swift’s Paper Rings, and I only just got around to writing it asdfghjkl. Still obsessed with James though rip me I just want someone to love me like this.

Warnings: Mentions of eating (briefly), otherwise just a lot of fluff.

Wordcount: 4k (wow)

...

Little James Potter waved goodbye to his parents as the train took off from the platform, nervous about his first journey to the infamous Hogwarts, but excited to discover all the great things his parents had told him for himself. First though: finding a carriage.

Trying not to show his nerves, he wandered along the corridor, peeping into the carriages to see if there was one he could join. For the most part, he found them all too full, too loud to juggle his nerves, or the students too old and intimidating. The days would come where James would rule the corridors of the castle, but the eleven year old boy on the train was just hoping to make a friend he could share this new adventure with.

As fate would have it, he found just that and so much more. In a carriage to herself sat a young girl, his age, her face turned away from him looking out the window. The only thing he could see was a petite sparkling bow, sitting neatly in her (y/h/c) hair.

Without thinking about it, he knocked gently on the compartment door, sliding it open as she turned to look at him inquisitively. Her (y/e/c) eye’s glittered as her lips pulled into a smile, creating a complete sense of comfort for James to ask. “Do you mind if I sit?” She nodded eagerly, gathering up a few books she had dumped on the opposite seat and dropping them into her lap. “I’m James.” He smiled.

“(y/n). It’s nice to meet you.”

They sat in a comfortable silence for a short while, listening to the laughs of older students, friends reuniting after a summer apart, and watching the landscape whip by them out the window.

“I like your bow, by the way.” James spoke up, feeling glad he did when an excited smile broke across her face, looking as if he’d told her she’d won the lottery.

“Thank you! I love the way it sparkles.” She said, gently pulling it from her hair and twisting it in the sunlight, showing how rainbows danced in the glitter and were thrown across their compartment. Satisfied, she used it to clip back the hair that was now falling into her face, and their conversation moved on, following each and every thought they were having, becoming fast friends. James didn’t think the journey could get any better until two boys showed up at their door and asked if they could join them, setting everlasting friendships in stone.

As the train pulled up to Hogwarts, any nervousness James had been feeling was gone. Instead, the only thought he had was that he couldn’t be more glad he sat in the compartment of the girl with the sparkling bow.

…

Their first year passed in a blur, and the Marauders spent the majority of it in each other’s company, laughing their days away.

Now, summer had come and gone, and their second year at Hogwarts was in full swing. They walked into their charms class together, laughing about a joke Sirius had made at James’ expense. (y/n) sat next to the curly-haired boy at their desk, as Remus Sirius and Peter sat at the one adjacent to them.

“Hey, it’s not my fault I didn’t make the team last year! No first year has made a house team in like 80 years! I’m telling you though, I’ll make it on this year, and I’ll be the best chaser this school has ever seen.” James protested, huffing as he put his textbook in the middle of the table for him and (y/n) to share. She laughed at him softly, hand patting his shoulder as the other boys got lost in their own conversation.

“I know you will, Jamie. And I’ll be there cheering you on every step of the way.” His cheeks redenned at her words, but luckily their attention was turned away by Professor Flitwick.

“Now students, the charm I’ll be teaching you today is more of a fun one to start off the year than anything you’ll likely need in your everyday lives. As always, I don’t expect you to create chaos by using these charms” – he turned his gaze to a particular group of students at this point who were all busily looking elsewhere – “but simply to enlighten yourselves and to show you what magic can do. So, the charm we’ll be learning today is how to make things glitter.”

James heard an almost inaudible gasp next to him, and he could feel the excitement radiating off (y/n). He chuckled, expecting nothing less; he’d known her for a year now, and if it wasn’t the bow in her hair there was always something shiny on her at any given time.

Flitwick talked about the details of the charm, how it could be applied subtly, only giving a faint sheen, or how it could be made much more obvious. Finally, he gave them the charm and told everyone to repeat after him. “Now, like I said, just because this is a fun charm doesn’t mean it’s an easy one, and I don’t expect you to get it on your first attempt. Just keep repeating the charm and-oh!” He broke off suddenly, just as James’ vision went hazy. Once he’d focused, he saw he was surrounded by a cloud of individual glitter specs floating around them, almost as if they were in their own galaxy. His gaze shifted to its centre, shining most brilliantly of all as her proud and excited smile dazzled him, making him forget entirely they were still in their charms classroom.

“Well done Miss (y/n)!” Flitwick’s voice broke through their bubble, and slowly each star seemed to fade out of existence, until they were back in their regular old classroom, thirty pairs of eyes trained on them. “You certainly felt the spirit of the charm and went above and beyond. 10 points to (y/h). Now, if you could help Mr Potter whilst we all get back to it!”

Chatter burst out the classroom almost immediately, partners working together trying to enchant an object of theirs to take on the glittery effect. Sirius turned to her, rolling his eyes half-heartedly.

“Becoming a teachers pet now are we, (y/l/n)?” She rolled her eyes back, waving her wand to produce a cloud of glitter that settled in Sirius’ hair, contrasting sharply against its darkness.

“It’s sparklesSirius, what did you expect? Now c’mon, this is the one lesson I won’t let you not do the work in. Make some glittery greatness and I’ll bake you all some cookies when I next steal James’ cloak to go to the kitchens.” With those words, the three boys turned their entire focus to the task at hand, while James still seemed slightly awestruck next to her. “You alright, J?”

“That was amazing (y/n/n). I had no idea you could do that.”

“Well I guess you can’t know until you try.” She shrugged, picking up her quill and placing it in front of him. “Charm my quill.”

“Why me? You could just do it yourself.” James asked, confused why she didn’t do it herself since she was clearly more than capable. Once again, she shrugged, looking into his eyes as she uttered the words so nonchalantly that would stick with him for years to come.

“Well, Flitwick said you needed to practise. Plus, it’ll mean more to me if every time I look at my quill I know that you’re the reason it’s shining.”

Within a heartbeat, James had uttered the incantation and a subtle shimmer had settled over the feather, imperceptible until it was moved and caught the light. The smile he saw when he looked over at (y/n) made him vow to himself that as long as he was around, she would never have an ordinary quill again.

True to his word, every time she brought out a new quill, he was quick to snatch it from her and place the simple charm on it. It became an unspoken promise between the two of them, and every time James saw that sparkle from the corner of his eye, he couldn’t help but smile to himself.

. . .

True to her word, (y/n) was there for all of James’ games, cheering him on from the side of the pitch, always the first to reach him when the game was over. High or low, win or lose, she was always there to remind him that he had played amazingly, and that she was proud of him.

After one such game in their fourth year, Gryffindor narrowly losing to Slytherin, she was at his side so quickly that he would have thought she had apparated if he knew this wasn’t possible. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly, feeling the slight shaking of his shoulders. “Oh, James.” She quickly ushered him off the pitch before he attracted eyes, assuring him that Sirius and Remus would collect his things from the changing room and bring them back to his dorm. Once they reached his dorm, she sent him to shower, promising that she would be there for him once he was back.

Sure enough, he came out of the shower in fresh clothes and damp hair, and she was still on his bed, patiently waiting for him. She held her hand out to him, a silent invitation, and as soon as he took it she pulled him to her side and once again enveloped him in a hug.

“I’m so proud of you, Jamie.” She whispered, squeezing him momentarily before drawing back and looking into his glassy eyes.

“Shouldn’t be.” He murmured, avoiding her gaze. “We lost.”

“And yet you scored more goals than anyone else the entire game.” She pointed out, sincerity lacing her voice. “It’s just because the snitch is worth a stupid amount of points, honestly the game has a lot of flaws.” James smiled weakly, they often had these debates about Quidditch and it always ended in some silly way.

“I did hit Malfoy in the head with a Quaffle.” He admitted, and (y/n) could see the weight falling off his shoulders.

“The highlight of all our years.” She laughed, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a little box. “I got you something.” She handed it to him, and he pushed it back to her, head shaking, doubt returned.

“No I didn’t do anything to deserve it. Keep it.”

“We already had this argument and I’m not taking no for an answer.” She shoved the box into his hands and folded her arms across her chest, waiting for him to open it.

Reluctantly, he pulled the lid off the box to reveal a snitch, the snitch he normally kept on his person at all times, now shining with a slight iridescence. James looked up at her, thankful but a little confused at the present.

“I’ve actually been saving it for when you lose a game. Which has been hard because that’s hardly ever.” She broke off to give him a playful glare along with her words, quickly broken by her soft smile. “I know you play with the snitch when you have a lot on your mind, and when you start to doubt yourself. I wanted to remind you that you’re incredible and you should believe that yourself. So, when you see the snitch and you see it sparkle, you’ll think of me, and you’ll remember how great you are.” He was speechless, and in the silent air, she did what the two of them did best, and started to nervously babble. “Well, that’s assuming you think of me when you see sparkles, and quite frankly after all this time I’d be slightly offended if you didn’t-oof” her rambling stopped when James tackled her into a hug, knocking them both back onto the bed.

“Thank you.” Was all he said, but she could hear the emotion behind each word, everything he was trying to communicate. All she did was hold him tighter.

It was then that Sirius and Remus walked into the dorm, carrying all of James’ equipment from the game, causing James and (y/n) to jump away from each other. Blushes arose on both their faces, not that the other would have noticed, each too busy looking at opposite walls of the dorm. Sirius and Remus exchanged a knowing look, but decided to let it slide, knowing there was an inevitability to it anyway.

…

Once again, (y/n) was boarding the Hogwarts express for another year of school. She knew this year would be a stressful one, with their OWL exams coming up, but she also knew that as long as she had her boys by her side, she would be absolutely fine.

Speaking of her friends, she was currently walking along the train trying to find them. She knew that Lily and Remus were prefects now so they’d be at the front of the train, but she was struggling to find anyone else. Eventually, she found James, sitting in a carriage by himself, absentmindedly watching the view. She chuckled to herself at the situation, the reverse of their meeting all those years ago.

She slid the door open, catching his attention and his ever-so-addictive smile. “Got room for an old pal?” She asked, sitting next to him when he patted the seat, his hand enveloping hers as soon as she had, a silent communication. I missed you.

“I was starting to think you’d gotten cool and forgotten about me.” He joked, nudging her playfully.

“Piss off Potter, I was always cooler than you.” She teased back, glad to see that nothing had changed despite their time apart. It never did, they were always James and (y/n), inseparable no matter how hard anyone tried. “Where is everyone?”

“Lils and Moony are doing prefect duties, and Sirius enlisted Peter’s help to try and sneak into their carriage and get the insider information.” He rolled his eyes light-heartedly, forming air quotes around Sirius’ words as (y/n) laughed, eyes closing in amusement. “What’s that on your eyes?” James suddenly asked, stopping her laughter short as she tried to figure out what he meant.

“Oh!” She remembered. “I went to see Lils in the holidays and she was showing me this glitter eyeliner that muggles wear! Why, do you not like it?” She suddenly felt self-conscious, wondering if it really was too much despite Lily’s reassurances. It was a subtle white, but still, it was glitter on her face.

“The opposite!” James was quick to answer, rushing so much to not hurt her feelings that he wasn’t thinking about what he was saying. “I think you look really beautiful (y/n/n), with or without the makeup. Besides, the glitter brings out your eyes.”

At this point, they were both blushing furiously, and James was still holding her hand, neither of them willing to let go. (y/n) couldn’t help but smile to herself, and remembered to thank Lily for the recommendation the second they were in the dorm together that evening.

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James climbed the last step into the astronomy tower, seeing (y/n) leaning against the railing already, gazing into the night sky, a blanket and an array of snacks out on the floor behind her.

It was a ritual they’d started who knows when, a chance to wind down and escape the chaos of everyday life, to enjoy each other’s company and to feast away on whatever snacks they had managed to stow away for these evenings. Tonight’s selection looked to consist mostly of cauldron cakes and chocolate frogs, with the occasional sugar quill hidden amongst the rest. “Heavy on the sugar tonight, I see.” He broke the silence teasingly, settling himself so that he was sat at (y/n)’s feet, still able to see the clear night sky above them.

“If I don’t consume my own bodyweight in sugar I think I’ll pass out I’m that exhausted.” She commented back, sinking down next to him. Automatically, his arm wound around her shoulder, pulling her into his side and resting his chin on top of her head. There weren’t words to describe the feeling of pure content as she melted into him, completely at ease.

She reached out and grabbed a chocolate frog, unwrapping it and handing the card to James with a sigh upon seeing it was one already in her collection. She bit into the chocolate, her gaze on the night sky as his was unable to break away from her, the way she settled so peacefully against him.

“The stars sparkle too, you know.” She broke the silence, voice quiet but still holding its signature melodic tone. James finally broke away from looking at her, joining her eyeline and looking at the constellations above them. Even though he wasn’t taking astronomy as a NEWT, spending so much time in the tower with (y/n) as she mapped the sky meant he knew precisely what he was looking at, and traced the constellations with his eyes.

“You know, six years of friendship and I don’t think I ever asked you why you like shiny things so much. I always just accepted it as a part of who you are.” A smile graced her face as she unconsciously twiddled her fingers.

“Don’t laugh.” She warned, and he solemnly shook his head. “I think there’s something so entrancing, so beautiful about them. I think it serves as a reminder that even the most seemingly dull thing,” she picked up another chocolate frog box at this point, waving her wand to create a light sparkle over it, “is wonderfully brilliant if you just remember to look at it in the right way. It’s a lesson we should all carry with us, and I try to remember it whenever I can. Everything is beautiful if you give it a chance.” The sparkles on the box faded in the moonlight, as (y/n) finally looked up at James, only to find him already staring back at her.

Body thinking quicker than brain, seeing her (y/e/c) eyes glimmering up at him, James leant down and pressed his lips to hers. She stifled a gasp, quickly moving her lips back against his as her hand wound gently around the back of his neck. He poured all of his admiration into the kiss, everything he had been feeling for her since he didn’t even know when, feeling his heart soar to be here with her in that moment.

Eventually, they broke away for air, and a breathy laugh fell from (y/n)’s lips, blush rising on her cheeks as she turned her face away. James reached for her hand, interlacing their fingers and gently rubbing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. “I’ve been drawn to you since the day I saw you in that train carriage. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, your soul. I didn’t even realise the outside matched until we came back from that summer you spent with Lily. But god, every day since then I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I like you, (y/n/n). I really like you.”

Around them, a shimmering cloud exploded simultaneous to a wide grin spreading across (y/n)’s face. It was their own galaxy, just like all that time ago in the charms lesson, but she was still in the centre, still giddy with excitement. “I like you too, Jamie.” Her smile turned a little sheepish. “And sorry, I think my emotions got a little out of control.” The star-like sparkles slowly dissipated around them until there was nothing left, and this time it was (y/n) who leaned up to James, connecting their lips one more time.

“You taste like chocolate.”

“I’m sure that must be awful for you, Potter”. Nothing had changed, and yet nothing would be the same either.

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James was sat on the floor of his dorm, textbooks open in front of him, although this late in the day he was struggling to pay any attention to them. What he was focused on instead was his girlfriend, tucked into the alcove of the windowsill, absentmindedly writing away on a piece of parchment.

Her (y/h/c) hair was in plaits down her back, and in the candlelight the silver threads that James had helped her braid in this morning were casting light across the room that shifted with every little shake of her head or shrug of her shoulders.

“You’re staring again, Jamie.” She chastised, although the humour was clear in her voice. He pushed himself up from the floor with an exaggerated groan, making his way over to her and pulling her gently into his chest, pressing a soft kiss into her hair.

“Can’t help it love, you’re an actual angel.” He didn’t see it but he knew she’d be rolling her eyes as she buried her face in his chest to hide the blush that was forming on her cheeks.

“Stop being so cheesy.”

“As if you don’t love it.” She pressed a kiss into his chest, resting her head against him as she went back to her writing. He tried not to pry, but he couldn’t help but catch notice of his name and his interest piqued. “Who are you writing to?”

“Euphemia.” She replied nonchalantly, not pausing her actions as he took a step away, face scrunched in confusion.

“My mother?” she paused at this, looking up at him with false exasperation.

“Do you know many other Euphemias?” She deadpanned. He shrugged, admitting her fair point, moving back to her side where she immediately snuggled back into his warmth.

“How long have you been writing to my mum?” She paused for a second, contemplating.

“Since the start of term I think. She sent an owl, I responded, we haven’t really stopped talking since. Oh, I’m coming over for Christmas by the way, she invited me. Said it wouldn’t be Christmas without the whole family there” (y/n) looked up at him, flashing a mischievous grin, expecting him to whine childishly like he normally would, complaining that he was supposed to ask her. Instead, looking more solemn than she’d seen him in a long time, he crushed her against him, holding her so tightly before he leant down and connected their lips. The kiss was bruising, but it was packed with adoration, and it left (y/n) slightly breathless. He broke away, leaning his forehead against hers as she tried to catch her breath back. “What was that for?”

“I love you. So much. You’re absolutely perfect, and I swear, I can’t wait until the day I can put a ring on that finger and make it official, make you a Potter for real. I promise, it’s going to be the most sparkling, dazzling gem you’ve ever seen. It’ll shine just as brightly as you, and it’ll always remind you that you’re beautiful, in every way, and just how much I love you.” Her hand had come to rest on his cheek, smiling throughout his little speech, parchment cast aside and forgotten about at this point.

“Don’t be silly, James.” She laughed, stroking his cheek with her thumb. “I love shiny things, yes, but I don’t need one to be reminded of how amazing you are, or how much I love you. Hell, you could ask me to marry you with a paper ring and I’d still say yes in a heartbeat. I’m saying yes to you, to a life. You don’t need to win me over with some ridiculously expensive piece of jewellery.” He nodded slightly, pecking her lips before moving back to where he had been sat on the floor.

(y/n) picked her parchment back up, continuing on to the letter she had been writing to Euphemia Potter, unable to help themselves from planning the Christmas festivities despite it being early November.

Deep in concentration, she startled slightly as she noticed movement coming from the corner of her eye. She looked to the side to see her boyfriend once again, although this time he was knelt before her, holding up a piece of parchment that he had hastily fashioned into a ring, coupled with a sheepish smile.

Laughing merrily, she hopped down from the windowsill, pulling him up by his jumper and kissing him passionately as she slid the piece of paper onto her finger, looking forward to the day when they were older, when they could promise this for real, knowing that they had the rest of their lives ahead of them to love each other unconditionally.

When James first stepped on that Hogwarts train, he was hoping to find a friend he could share every moment with for the next seven years. He had found that in her, a best friend, now a lover, for seven years but for so much longer. The girl with the sparkling bow turned out to be his soulmate, and he sent a prayer of thanks to the stars every day.

[sprite-periodt]

~Welcome to my blog!!~✨😝

It's not much but we're here and we're queer can I get an amen? Hehe

Howdy there I'm Sprite!! I’m 20 =w= 👍🏾. I’m a lee-leaning switch. Credit to my dear silly friend making me discover this earlier in the year. Continue for the good stuff I suppose

❗☝🏾Things you should know about me☝🏾❗️

✗ Sprire is the nickname I gave myself here. If we become friends though I will be more than comfy with telling you my actual name and nicknames. Nicknames give me serotonin🥰

✗ Not currently in a relationship but please do not come in my dms being sexual. And don’t try to flirt either. I don’t know you like that. I will not answer and you‘ll probably be blocked if I feel like it.

✗ I am African American!! I am a firm believer in BLM and will not tolerate racism of blacks or other people of color on my blog. You will be blocked~

✗ I will also not tolerate hate or out of pocketness in the tickle community. It’s been nasty out here!! Please respect others and show basic fucking human decency. We’re more than lees, lers, or switches. Have some fucking class

✗ I am neurodivergent applause /wry. Severe clinical depression, anxiety disorder, and possible AuDHD. So please be patient with me when it comes to things. Also please don't get offended by inconsistent replies or even too consistent ones. I can go from overwhelmed to excited to talk just as fast if I think you’re really cool. Just let me know if that or anything really makes you uncomfy. I want my friends to be ok.

And I have moments where I seem dry and or get nv. Please don’t take it personal. It’s probably not you.

❗Some things you should know about this blog!!❗

✗ Do Not. send me asks about drama that has nothing the fuck to do with me. It’s overwhelming and pisses me off because of what I have going on in my own life as well as my undying care for a lot of my friends. Most here included. This is why my anons are off. You will be blocked otherwise.

✗ Yes this is for the most part, a tickle blog so if you're not into this wonderful interest then you are more than inclined to leave!

✗ This blog is mostly SFW and will probably always be that way. Very rarely will you see an NSFW post but those are always tagged when it happens anyway. Aside from that I post topics that could be triggering sometimes(in a neurodivergent sense) so beware. ⚠️

✗ And on that topic regardless of the fact that this blog is mostly SFW, minors aren’t allowed here. I’ll let a like slide and ofc I can’t stop you but DO NOT follow me. DO NOT comment under my posts. And DO NOT DM me. Got it?

✗ Racists, homophobes and just any lgbtqa+ hate in general, Trump supporters, pro Israel, fat phobics, ableists, terfs, misogynists, straight up dicks. Get the fuck off my blog. Even if you don’t think you’re any of these things(because people usually don’t) you can’t fucking hide <3.

✗ Anyone way older than me, like twice my age, don’t follow or DM please.

✗ Otherwise DMs are always welcome. I'm more than happy to make a new friend!! I’m just hella shy. My social anxiety isn’t fun. It would be very encouraged to get to know me first before actual teases/tickle talk though thanks.

✗ Asks are also welcome! Please send them!! It could be literally about anything(that does not include rudeness and hate as well as the first bullet point under this section) It makes my heart happy when I get them ehe.

✗ Teases are welcome over asks as well ofc

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And now that that stuffs outta the way here are some facts about me!

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⋆☾ ⋆ I’m a self taught artist and I've been drawing for as long as I can remember although I'm always going through the largest art block ever and draw very rarely at the moment. I think getting a drawing tablet would fix me😜

⋆☾ ⋆ I write sometimes but that’s less frequent than it used to be

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⋆☾ ⋆ I’m bi(sexual)(romantic) and also oriental aroace but in a gray way LMAO. I’m also a demigirl enby who’s transneutral basically.

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⋆☾ ⋆ I watch anime! Some of my favs are Akame ga kill(manga is way better tho), Attack on Titan, My Hero Academia, Demon slayer, Yugioh, Haikyuu, and Black butler

⋆☾ ⋆ Fav shows: Law and Order SVU, Miraculous Ladybug, Steven Universe, Teen Titans, Grimm, ATLA and LOK, The Nanny

I’m also slowly kinda rewatching criminal minds and slowly watching Rizzoli and Isles (Just something about crime shows that are just mMM y'know???).

⋆☾ ⋆ Avid Smosh enjoyer

⋆☾ ⋆ I love horror movies like a lot lmao. My go to’s are usually paranormal types. The conjuring series has my heart. Psychological horrors are amazing too tho (cough cough Midsommar and Pearl)

⋆☾ ⋆ I love Disney!! Favorite Disney movie is probably the little mermaid just because of nostalgia.

⋆☾ ⋆ I’m like really into the mcu. Fav avengers was always Black Widow, Iron Man, and Spiderman. Yelena and Kate are part of the obsession too now. I’m not caught up yet because I took a long break but I’m getting there.

⋆☾ ⋆ Favorite movie is probably Anastasia. 👑

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⋆☾ ⋆ My favorite sport happens to be volleyball ehe 🏐

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⋆☾ ⋆ I love to read although because of my mental illnesses it's been really hard to. I've read a lot of Sonic Comics tho! And I'm slowly getting into Manhwa. Gimmie book recs!!

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⋆☾ ⋆ I have 2 cats!! I love my brats 🐈 🐈‍⬛

⋆☾ ⋆ As a friend has told me, I'm a cat person who's good with dogs! Hehe and I just love animals in general!

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⋆☾ ⋆ I literally listen to literally all kinds of music but my favorite genres are most types of rock tbh, R&B, theater(not much), pop(preferably kinda??old hits),the occasional anime osts and oldies. Love me some oldies. Whatchu know about Lionel Richie and Whitney Houston and Luther Vandross?!?! O and Kpop ehe

⋆☾ ⋆ Speaking of kpop, the bands I really love right now are Mamamoo, Stray Kids, BTS and Ateez!! (If you wanna know my bias's send me an ask or dm hehe😉)

⋆☾ ⋆ Piggybacking on that I have literally been utterly and completely obsessed with Mamamoo for 4? 5?? years now. They make me so happy!!! I could talk about them all day if comfortable!! Aaand!! I went to their concert on tour!!!!!

⋆☾ ⋆ I play the drums! And also just a tad of piano. I sing sometimes. No I can't read sheet music because everytime I teach myself I forger ✩♬₊˚.

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⋆☾ ⋆ My favorite food is literally just anything Asian

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⋆☾ ⋆ I love stuffed animals!! I have a bunch and want more

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⋆☾ ⋆ I am a gamer!! I have a switch. At the moment I play splatoon 2(and now 3 :D), Mario Kart 8 deluxe, and animal crossing the most! Just recently got back into Fortnite. I also have a ps3 and I played the entirety of Destiny on it and I can say it's really one of my fav games. I've also played a little Black Ops 3 hehe. I have some games on steam that I like to play. I’ve been meaning to mod my 3ds as well. Manifesting a PS5 soon 🤲🏾

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⋆☾ ⋆ I'm a straight up space nerd if you don’t know already. Please go stargazing with me🥺

Annnd now some tickle related facts about me 👉🏾👈🏾

𓆩 I have never been tickled by anyone in the community to get the real experience yknow? And I’ve never been properly tickled too long either

𓆩 I believe as a lee I'm very very shy hehe

𓆩 Heavy heavyyyyy on the lee leaning LMAO

𓆩 Generally I’m a typically hella shy ler although it gets easier the better I know ya. Although I do get called mean a lot and have a knack for causing tingles so that’s a thought <3

𓆩 I like to think I have a general idea where all my spots are but part of me isn't sure if I have more and just how ticklish all of them truly are

𓆩 I can tickle myself

𓆩 Lee moods get feral with this one

𓆩 If it's tickle related I will blush very very easily so have fun with that lmao

𓆩 Love love love to tease when I’m in the mood. Love making people happy and blushy because it makes me happy and blushy hehe

𓆩 I’ve been told I have a nice smile and laugh. I don’t agree but I’m not saying you couldn’t force me to <333

𓆩 If you ask me what gets me I’ll probably tell you. So don’t be shy to make me shy hehe

𓆩 I happen to have an outie. It seems like not a lot of people in the community have outies or want to tickle people with outies tho and tbh it's one of the main things on my body that I'm insecure about but that's a conversation for another day ahaha

𓆩 As far as I know I think my hands, ears, neck, tummy, and back are melt spots. Or,,,,whatever,,,,,,,,

𓆩 I have never ever gotten a raspberry. I know it's a crime.

If you read all this thank you. Imagine me giving you a squish. I hope you enjoy your stay💙

[parent-to-lgbt-kids]

Sibling Lord Reader-

I had this idea after I had finished the game and thinking all of the lords deserved better so why not give them some happiness with a reader who’s a child. I just love them all so much and they all need some love~

Hope y’all enjoy~

TW: Just a little bit of talk of gore but nothing too extreme.

~Lady Dimitrescu~

Dimitrescu was very neutral and quite annoyed by the fact that Mother Miranda had recruited another lord to the family.

She was more than surprised to see you, a simple child, as the new lord that Miranda picked.

You instantly reminded her of her daughters from how small and young you were.

She quickly became very overprotective of you, taking you in and making sure that nobody hurt you.

She was slow to introduce you to her daughters though, not knowing how they would react to the new young lord.

They absolutely loved you whenever you were persistent to meet them, quickly becoming great friends even though they were quite overwhelming at first.

Dimitrescu was more than happy to see you interacting so well with his daughters, happy to allow her daughters to run their energy someone younger than herself

Dimitrescu is like a big BIG sister to you, one to always go to if you have problems but never one to go if you have not problems as she will just tell you to kill them. “The best man is a dead man” she tells you.

“If that man thing touches a single hair of their head, I will rip him apart and scatter his body parts like Rosemary!”

Mess with her little Sugar-Plum, she’ll mess with your face.

Calls you lots of cute little nicknames that are elegant. (Ex; Sugar-Plum, Honey-Bun, Little one, etc etc)

You like to call her “Dimi” and “Lady” and sometimes “Ali” if you’re feeling upset. Her daughters have grown to calling her these nicknames as well which means she heard all these nicknames for herself and she thinks it’s adorable that you and her daughters bounce off of each other.

-Salvatore Moreau-

Moreau was more than ecstatic to find out that there would be another lord added to their family.

He was happy to know he would have another sibling added to the mix.

He didn’t really care that you turned out to be a child, he was an instant fan of you.

He was very scared that you would be frightened or even disgusted by his form but he was so happy when you told him how cool he looked.

He was slow to show you his place, knowing how dangerous and easy it was to get lost in.

When he finally showed you; you were more than happy to look around and see the place. He even showed you himself as a fish which you thought was super cool.

He was more than happy to help you move into your own estate in the village whenever you simply said that you had a lot of stuff.

Moreau is like a younger brother to you, he might be older but he acts so much like a little brother than you are more than willing to call him Lil’ Bro.

“That Ethan better not hurt my little one, he’s no more if he does.”

He, unsurprisingly, calls you a lot of fish nicknames and sometimes kinda disgusting nicknames but you adore it. (Ex; Slime-Ball, Little Carp, Small Trout, etc etc)

You like to call him “Fishy” or “Goopy” and he loves both of them very much and will fight anyone who says otherwise.

>Karl Heisenberg<

Heisenberg is more than unwilling to meet the new lord Miranda had allowed into their “family” and had been another failure for the resurrection for her own daughter but was forced to go.

He didn’t expect you to be so young, let alone so small and innocent looking. He immediately felt the need to save you and hopefully get you away from Mother Miranda before she could damage you.

He doesn’t let it show though, making you think you have to prove yourself to him for him to like you.

You are more than determined to do that which makes him like you even more, pushing you to your limits but always being there when you crash.

He would kill anyone who would try to hurt you, even if it meant any of his machines.

Speaking of his machines, he rarely allows you to wonder his factory because he doesn’t want you to get lost or hurt.

Heisenberg refuses to admit that he sees himself as a big brother to you but the second you call him Big Bro Heisen, his tough exterior with melt away and he will gush over you.... In a manly way, of course

“No I don’t care if Ethan goes after the young lord...” “Ethan shot at them” “He shot at my little Monster!? That son of a bitch is dead when I see him!”

He adores giving you nicknames, not harmful nicknames like the others but actually sweet ones because he refuses to call you a mean name unless someone is trying to accuse him of liking you. (Ex; little Monster, Cute little Machine, Monster Mayham, etc etc)

You call him “Big Bro Heisen” a lot but you’ll sometimes switch to calling him just “Heisen”.

*Donna and Angie Beneviento*

Donna was quite nervous about hearing about the new lord to join their family, hoping that they would be kind and not always at their throats with someone else like Heisenberg and Dimitrescu. Angie on the other hand was more than excited to meet the new member, hoping to be friends with them.

They were both shocked to find out you were a child, so young and sweet looking but a little frightened of Angie. All the terrifying things around you and you found the possessed doll frightening.

You were quick to warm up to Donna since she was nice and calm but it took you a while to warm up to Angie.

When you did warm up to Angie, you were always around her and Donna. Playing with all the dolls in their house and even helping them make new ones.

You’re mostly over the Beneviento residence more than any others because it’s the safest place for a young child to be, mostly because you would stay in one spot to play with Angie and the other dolls.

Donna became almost like a motherly sibling type of attitude towards you since Mother Miranda wasn’t much of a mother. Angie, on the other hand, was more of a playful sister to you. They both loved you none the less.

“Don’t touch my baby doll, Ethan Winters! I’ll kill you if you do!”

Nicknames, they’ve got one. Baby Doll, all the time. They both agree that it’s the best nickname and they love the way you light up when they call you Baby Doll.

You call Donna “Shadow” because of her black clothing and veil. You call Angie “Ann” because she pretends to like it since you were so cute when you came up with it.