#he doesn't really fit in with the rest of my room but that's fine cause he's so cute and i love him

[loaf-of-bees]

I'm so glad I actually finished this he's such a cool puppy

[lavender-bun]

No Air To Breathe

PAIRING | jj maybank x routledge!asthmatic!fem!reader

SUMMARY | Your asthma is acting up and not just a little bit...

WARNINGS | asthma attack, salbutamol overdose, vomiting, jj being a panicking golden retriever bf, angst with happy ending, my bad description of medical stuff (bare with me I tried my best 😭), not proofread cause I'm lazy 😶‍🌫️

A/N | totally did not write this because it happened to me a few days ago haha...yeah I'm better now tho no worries👌🏻

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The moment you woke up and made your way to the bathroom you knew your day wasn't going to be easy as you already felt out of breathe. You didn't thought much of it, grabbing your inhaler from the cabinet above the sink and taking a puff so you could go on with your day.

Some time later you started to feel how hard it was to do simple tasks, even just grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge without using your inhaler seemed impossible right now.

Laying in bed and listening to music you could still hear the others coming into the Chateau after their surf session. You got up and decided to join them in the living room, sitting down on the couch and taking another puff of your inhaler while JJ plopped beside you, instantly worried when he saw it in your hand.

"You alright, sugar?" He asked placing his hand on on your thigh, squeezing a little.

You nodded with a smile. "I'm fine, just feeling a little wheezy today."

JJ is not really convinced of your reassurance but nodded anyways, draping your legs over his lap and turning his attention back to the others who were bickering on who got the best wave.

Later in the evening you seemed to get even worse, your breathing now a lot shorter and your inhaler not really helping anymore. Slowly you started to worry and not only you did, JJ had been keeping an eye on you and to see how now any movement had you overwhelmed had him fidgeting a lot.

"Babe." He tried getting your attention and you lifted your head from his shoulder, looking at him with hooded eyes and your skin paler than usual. "Oh shit, you don't look good at all. I mean, you're still smoking hot but- you know what I mean!"

You chuckled and that was your mistake. You started to have a coughing fit, your breathing even worse now after it subsided.

You let your head fall back against JJ's shoulder, whining in distress and frustration, not understanding what's happening right now. JJ called out for John B, assuming your brother must know what to do, he always does.

A second later John B walked in with a can of beer in his hand. "What's up?"

"I don't know man. She- She can't really move without using this." JJ explained holding your inhaler up.

John B, already in big brother mode, walked over to you both holding your face with both hands, cursing under breath.

"Fuck- how many puffs did you take today kid?" He asked and you shrugged tiredly, not enjoying all those movements at all and your stomach doesn't like it either.

"Bucket..." You mumbled and John B rushed to get you one, just in time when your body wrenched forward to vomit.

"What's happening with her?" JJ asked, trying to keep his cool and holding your hair out of your face while you emptied your stomach.

"She overused her inhaler and now her circulation is fucked up." John B explained, calm as ever and putting the bucket down when you stopped puking. He grabbed his phone next and called for an ambulance, knowing things would get worse if he didn't act fast enough.

John B crouched in front of you, trying to get your attention again which was hard for you as everything seemed to exhaust you, even talking.

"You'll be okay. I called an ambulance, they'll be here soon, yeah?"

You just nodded, closing your eyes to get any type of rest but the boys have to keep you awake.

"Hey, stay with me baby. Just like that. Show me those pretty eyes." JJ smiled at you even when he's practically panicking on the inside and wishing he could just take away your suffering.

Meanwhile Pope, Kie, and Sarah caught up to what happened. All now scattered around the room and anxiously waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

Sure enough the paramedics walked inside the Chateau with Pope explaining what happened and in what state you're in.

JJ was holding you the whole time, comforting you and whispering affirmations in your ear. Just as you expected they have to take you to the hospital to give you proper medication and care there.

As soon as you got an IV drip and a oxygen mask JJ carefully got up with you in his arms, carrying you to the ambulance and gently placed you on the stretcher. He sat down beside you, holding your hand to let you know he's there while the paramedics moved around you.

In the hospital the pogues had to sit in the waiting room, angry that they could only wait for any doctor to tell them if you're fine or not. Even JJ couldn't go with you, only for the ride to the hospital and he almost punched the security guy that held him back from going to see how his girl is doing right now but John B eventually got him to sit down, talking some sense into him.

"Relax, dude. You're not helping her when you get arrested now. I know how this works. They keep her here for a few hours, give her medicine and oxygen, and when her oxygen saturation is better we can take her back home."

JJ nodded, taking his hat off and pulling at some strains of his hair. It kills him not being able to be with you in such a scary moment.

An hour later the doctor came into the waiting room and the pogues instantly sprung up, attacking the poor woman with all kinds of questions.

"Alright, let's calm down first." She told them, looking back at the clipboard in her hand. "So, she's going to be okay. She needs to take these antibiotics for the next ten days. Watch that she's drinking and eating enough because she'll still feel a little weak the next two or three days, so keep an eye on her."

The doctor handed John B the package of antibiotics and told them that they could go and see you now as you're stable again.

You smiled when you saw them rushing inside and to your bed, all of them just so relieved to have your normal self back.

JJ leaned down to give a quick peck to your lips, resting his forehead against yours for a moment.

"You scared the hell outta me..." He said and you reached up caress his cheek with your hand.

"I'm sorry." You pulled back from him. "I just- I thought it wouldn't end like that. I already saw the signs the second I woke up but..." You tried to explain your own stupidity but JJ cut you off.

"It's okay, you don't have to explain anything. You're fine now, that's what matters." He assured you.

"Can we go home now?" You asked and turned your head to your brother.

John B patted your head and nodded. "Sure kid, lemme just get a nurse real quick."

Finally back at the Chateau everyone decided a movie night would be the best to cheer you up and as always they were right, even when you're still not feeling all well you had the sleep that night, knowing your family was with you.

JJ held you the whole night, always on alert when you move just a single muscle, checking if you're alright and getting you everything you asked him for.

You really were blessed with this boy.

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Visenya | 1

Part 2

He snorts though his jaw tightens, "stupid little girl," he tilts his head and puts his hands in his pockets, "I wanted you before you were any of this."

Daemon Targaryen x Reader x Gwayne Hightower | 4k+ | cw: fem!reader, modern au, stripper!reader, power imbalance, age gap, slow burn?, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: this pairing was voted on but the plot was inspired by anora cuz damn it got me thinking about fics I've read that are better than that film. i said this was gonna be a mini series (i wanted it to have 3 parts) but it feels so much like a train wreck idk fam, so pls if you like this please leave a comment/reblog cuz 🧍‍♀️ what even is this. Edit: nah this slaps

You were no stranger to attention; you had no choice, as it sought you out with a vengeance. For a while, attention was your enemy, a flame you so badly tried to put out, it left your fingertips charred. Now, attention was your comrade, a match you purposely dropped in the woods, the wildfire that warmed your eternal winter.

Once upon a time, you felt your face burn in shame and embarrassment. Once upon a time, you pretended to be completely distracted by the design of your textbook and the music from your earphones, though it was not really the case. Now, you took up space and stared back to whomever did. Now, you made them uncomfortable by being more than a rumor, a reputation, a name.

And for every self-righteous woman in your college that had shit to say about your night job, for every man-child who made it a point to make cheap porno noises whenever you passed them by, you got yourself a new customer, eager to find out about the name on everyone's lips: Visenya.

"I clocked some guys come in for you, V," Mysaria says as she fixes her lipstick. She can't really; the dressing room lights are so dim and purple. It doesn't matter either, cause the entirety of Mockingbird is poorly lit and none of its patrons care for the quality of makeup when ass and tits begin to jiggle. It does matter to her; Mysaria has perfect lipstick every night.

You pull your jeans down, unashamed to change in front of the other dozen girls in the room, having been both so accustomed to both their company and being half-dressed, "oh, yeah?"

"Yeah," she turns to you, "all pretty with suits and ties."

You adjust your cotton underwear, which did you no favors, and slip on your tiny booty shorts. You put on your ulta-glittery, backless micro dress and upon adjusting it on your body, you remember you hadn't shaved your armpits. You check your pits in the mirror and quickly wave yourself off, "it's fine."

Another girl groans, "maybe I should stop shaving too."

You chortle at the sentiment.

"Maybe then the creeps with the big bucks will come to my stall after Visenya over here is done robbing them blind," she chirps, slapping your ass before walking out.

You, as well as the rest, giggle at the thought. You grab your bald cap and begin to fix your hair, calling out to the woman who just left, "I'll send you a creep if you think you can handle one, baby girl!"

You walk towards the mirror, squeezing in beside Mysaria. You continue your conversation, "is he rich?"

The dark haired woman watches you as you expertly put on your silver wig. Pride blossoms in her chest as, once upon a time, it was she who fitted fake hair onto your head as you sobbed over the difficulties of this job. She crosses her arms, tilting he head at you, "very. Sports car, penthouse, granddaddy's money rich."

You fix your lace front and grab the hairspray in your bag, "how you manage to tell all that from how they dress still manages to astound me."

Mysaria smiles as she watches you spray your wig down. You let it dry a bit before wrapping your hairline with your satin band. She watches you put on your makeup. You do it so quickly, it felt haphazard, though it was anything but. She taught you better than to do things like that.

You look at her after you put on your lip gloss. As you smack your lips, you find yourself knitting your brows at her smile, "what? Is it bad?"

Mysaria shakes her head, placing her hands on your shoulders, "no." She affectionately pushes your fake silver hair back, "I'm just so proud of you."

The thought makes you pout.

"I'm so," she clutches your cheeks, "so proud of you," her eyes water, "for persisting. For not taking shit from anyone. For busting your ass off," she takes your chin, "for you."

Your eyes begin to water, "Mysaria."

"You're gonna do what most girls here can't," her breath begins to shake, "I'm both so happy and so sad that you'll be leaving us soon."

You pull her into a tight hug as the rest of the girls in the room coo at your exchange. One of them groans and chucks her mascara on to the table, "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU BITCHES ARE GONNA MAKE ME CRY BEFORE MY SHIFT!"

You and Mysaria chuckle as you break away. Someone offers her a tissue and she grabs it, muttering a soft, "fuck you, V," to you before leaving the room.

You affectionately call out to her, and just then, Littlefinger walks in. Your boss claps his hands before shimmying over, "there she is."

You chuckle as takes you by the hand and spins you around.

"My Visenya, in all her glory" he looks you once over, "armpit hair and all."

You roll your eyes at his remark and pull your hand away mm, "I'm not shaving."

"No!" he shakes his head as he places his hands on his chest, "I would never ask you to do anything you don't want, my queen."

You turn to Mysaria, who promptly rolls her eyes.

"Especially not when you rake in as much money as you do," he grins.

Mysaria rolls her eyes one last time, giving you a final look before walking off. Littlefinger eyes her as she leaves, "go make me some money, baby girl."

"Don't tell me what to do, Petyr."

He chuckles as he turns back to you, "I love it when she calls my name."

You shoot him a look.

"Anyway," he claps his hands, "I have 3 rich assholes in VIP for you and Sandor on standby."

You strap on your thigh garters and heels.

"They're already half drunk and obnoxious, so make sure to make their life a living hell."

You grin, undoing the satin band on your wig, chucking it into your duffel, "with pleasure."

In truth, you don't know why you were so surprised to see the clientele in VIP. You should have known the moment Littlefinger said asshole, he meant your most generous regular: tall, blonde, and trust-fund.

"Konīr issa," a familiar baritone called, making his friends cheer, "Dāria Visenya," he raised a glass, "Tala Zaldrīzoti."

He wasn't an asshole per se, just a cocky rich guy that's very much full of himself and needs an attitude check. It's easier to just call him an asshole though.

You stalk over to the three men, eyes locked on the one with hair as fair as yours. You place your hands on your hips once you're in front of him. The man leans back and spreads his thighs, a stupid open mouthed half-grin on his face.

His friends holler like teenagers when you step your 6-inch heel on his lap. You lean forward, "you gonna translate that for me, honey?"

He gulps and grits his teeth, grin not wavering once.

"Woahhhh, Daemon," his friend yells, "you gonna let this hooker bitch talk to you like that?"

The same man yells again, only this time it's because you kick him back and dig your heel into his, making sure it hurts, "you wanna say that to my face, little boy?"

Daemon's eyes are on your leg. He so badly wants to touch you.

He yelps and tries to push your foot away, but you pull away before he can touch you.

You click your tongue, "someone clearly didn't listen to Sandor's briefing."

"Fuck you, you psycho-"

"And that's strike three," you raise a finger and turn to the door, "Sandor!"

Not a second later, a hulking man walks in, rolling his neck and shoulders back. His eyes are on you, and you merely point your finger to the man beside Daemon. Without a word, Sandor grabs him by the collar and forces him to his feet.

"W- get your fucking hands off me," he swats Sandor's hands off him.

Sandor glares, "you get three warnings from her and one big one from me. Get the fuck out of here."

He brushes his suit jacket off and combs through his hair, "I paid 500 to see this stripper shake her ass."

Sandor's face curls and so does yours. You raise your brows, "you paid for the Visenya Experience and your idiocy has led your experience to be getting thrown out by her Hound."

The man scoffs, "listen, sweet cheeks, I'm not fucking-"

Sandor shuts him up by punching him in the belly. The man lurches forward, not a morsel of fight left in him as he's dragged off. You grin and wave goodbye, "thank you, Sandor."

He nods, "you're welcome, V."

You turn back to Daemon and his remaining friend when the door closes. You cross your arms and walk over to the latter, "did that scare you, kitty?"

The man turns to Daemon but Daemon's eyes are locked on you, watching intently as you rest your knee on his friend's instead of his. He breathes heavily as when you turn to him.

"What's this one called?"

Daemon immediately answers, "Robb."

"Robb," you turn to the said man, reaching for his face. You see him anticipate your touch, which is why you pull away with a lopsided smile. You walk off to the poll in front of you, "I asked you a question, Robb."

Both men watch you as you walk around the poll.

Robb examines the shape of your legs, "...no."

Daemon counts the steps you take, as by now, he knows your routine by heart.

"Good," you stop in your tracks, "what about you, Daemon. You owe me a translation."

Daemon licks his lips. He wonders what punishment you'll have for him if he disobeys, but he'd rather not have you on your bad side today, not when this would be the last time he'd see you. He translates the words he spoke in High Valyrian, "there she is, Queen Visenya. Daughter of Dragons."

You tilt your head, "cute."

Robb gasps when you continue your routine. He'd seen pole dancing before, but what you just did was not something he'd ever seen before. You dip and spin and twirl so effortlessly; you've done this dance so many times you don't break a sweat. Daemon shifts in his seat and tilts his head in anticipation for his favorite move.

You climb up the poll and invert into an Eros position, slowly dropping down to your hands before doing a forward walk over.

Daemon huffs as you flip your hair back. He pulls out a thick fold of cash and looks at you expectantly. You smile and beckon him over.

He immediately drops to his knees and crawls towards you. His hands brush up and down your thigh until it's as warm as his palms, and then he takes his time hooking each bill into one of your thigh garters.

You turn to Robb and tilt your head, "my other thigh is cold, kitty cat."

Robb jumps off his seat and pulls out his wallet, garnering your other garter with all the cash he had at hand.

The two extended their session until Mockingbird's closing time, and when that came around, Sandor had to get involved because neither refused to leave.

Robb is now shirtless and drunk out of his mind; you have to hand him his dress shirt and suit jacket as he's pulled by the arm amidst his begging, "no wait, please— save me a dance tomorrow. You have to let me-"

"She doesn't owe you shit," Sandor grunts, shoving him out the room.

You smile and wave at him.

"B- wai- why does Daemon get to stay?!"

You turn to Daemon, who's lingering beside you. His jaw length hair is tousled, and the first four buttons of his shirt is undone. Though he had about as much to drink as Robb, you could tell from the focus of his lilac eyes, he wasn't drunk at all. You shrug and purse your lips, "yeah... why do you get to stay?"

Daemon eyes your body, "because my queen lets me."

Sandor manages to muscle Robb out, who huffs defeatedly outside VIP. The tall man then turns to you, asking plainly, "in or out, V?"

You smile at Daemon and turn to Sandor, "in. Give me 5."

With that, Sandor nods and closes the door.

Now that it's just you and him, the air is different. Your heart races when Daemon circles behind you and brushes your hair back. You feel your breathing as he leans close, so close that the tip of his nose brushes against the shell if your ear, "lift your hair for me."

You feel your skin prickle at his hot breath. You suck in a deep breath before doing what you're told. The air is completely different.

He brings his arms over and around you, and soon, you feel a brush of a cold metal on your burning skin.

"Happy graduation."

You drop your hair and look down at your décolletage. You brush your hands against the small, shimmering diamonds before turning around, "stalker."

Daemon drinks you in. He imagines what you would look like in a floor length dress under normal lights. He is pleased by how you inspect your reflection in the mirror, "it suits you."

You turn back to him, "how do you know about my graduation?"

"Mmm, a smart girl like you refusing to schedule more dances with me?" he clicks his tongue, "something clearly made you think you're too good for my money now."

You chuckle and cross your arms.

"Between you and me," he pulls out a bill, "the paper you get from me is better than the one you're gonna get from your kindergarten."

You roll your eyes at him but gladly take the money, "some of us don't want to live at the mercy of sleazy men's paper."

He snorts and puts his hands in his pockets, "we're all at the mercy of some sleazy man's paper, doll face."

"At least I don't have to walk around every night feeling like a piece of meat."

He does not reply. There's nothing he can say to that.

You stare at each other for a moment before moving to unclasp your necklace.

"No," he raises a hand, "it's a gift."

"You know I only take cash, Daemon."

"It's worth more than everything I've paid you tonight," he motions, "if you really don't want to keep it, go pawn it or something. Buy yourself a car or pay a few months of rent with it."

Just as you remove the necklace, he steps back and tilts his head at you.

You stare back at him, holding the necklace up.

"It spells out Visenya, you know," he points to each dangling stone, "V-i-s-e-n-y-a."

"Cute."

"I would have spelled it out after your real name, had I known it."

You shrug, "you should probably just go find a real Visenya then."

"Or, I can just make you another one once you tell me your-"

"Daemon-"

"It's your last night. When will I ever get to see you again?"

"Hopefully," you shake your arm for emphasis, "never."

He raises his brows, "please?"

"If you don't take this necklace, I'll never tell you."

"So... you'll keep it if I don't get your name?"

Your brows quirk.

You both stare at each other until the door flies open. Sandor cocks his head to the side, "come on, blondie. Time's up."

You turn to Sandor, but Daemon's eyes remain on you. When you look back at him, his hand is out for a handshake. For a split second, you think of shoving the necklace into his palm, but you decide against it.

His hand is as warm as it always is when you take it. Your breath hitches when he leans it and presses a kiss at the back of your hand. His eyes remain on you until he pulls away, "till we meet again, my queen."

Sandor gives him a twisted look as he walks away, but you, you watch him intently as he walks down the hall. The former scoffs, "fucking jackass."

So, no, you weren't a stranger to attention at all. It was exactly that, your ability to attract attention and manage it under your thumb that you found yourself where you were today, soaking in all the attention in this gala, only to shrug it off your shoulders.

You cared little for the attention offered in this place anyway. It's not like any of it was genuine.

"Sorry I took so long, my love."

You barely manage to turn before you feel a kiss on your lips. Your eyes widen at the lipstick stain left on his face as he pulls away, "Gwayne! I'm wearing red."

Gwayne places a hand in your waist, bringing you close to him, "mmm, yes. I'm not colorblind, my dear."

His pale blue eyes rove over the form of your red of your dress as you rub off the red lipstick on his mouth. You raise a brow, "I take that it went well."

He groans and leans into your neck, "must I talk about work with my wife as well?"

Wife. The word makes you smile, and you do, but you still push him away, "I'm not your wife, Mr. Hightower."

"Mmm," he takes your hand and rubs your knuckles with his thumb, completely focused on the feel of your skin rather than the large marquise-shaped emerald on your ring finger that he proposed to you with, "count your days. You will only be able to tease me with this for so long."

Your laugh is cut short by the feel of his lips on yours. You push him away again, and this time, the mark on his mouth is so big, you are concerned by how your own mouth looks, "Gwayne!"

He chases after your lips, stealing another kiss. When you push him away this time, you break away all together, quickly covering your mouth, knowing red was smeared all over. He does not flinch when you swat his arm, nor when you pull out the handkerchief from his breast pocket as you instruct him to wipe the mess off his face.

He does just that as he watches you run off to the ladies' room with a hand hovering your face. He cannot wait to marry you.

The moment you're in the bathroom, you make a beeline for a tissue dispenser and walk towards the mirror. You were glad he didn't do so much damage that you'd have to use makeup to fix it. You wipe red off the edges of your lips and on your chin, then inspect the rest of your body. After looking yourself once over, you chuck the used tissue into the bin and head out.

You stop in your tracks when you see Alicent and two of her friends at the door. Their conversation runs dry when they see you. You press your lips into a soft smile, rubbing your hands together as you walk past them.

The moment you do, they break into loud laughs, and you pointedly hear Alicent say, "no, I know, it's embarrassing."

You shake your head, telling yourself not to think about her as you go back to Gwayne. The only problem was, he was no longer where you had left him, and you quickly figured he was probably pulled by the collar into another conversation with some rich old man who wanted to absorb him into his company.

You decide to simply wait for him in the same spot, completely turned off by the idea of joining in a conversation with rich old men.

Suddenly, your ears ring at the name you hear. Of course, it wasn't your name, so you ignore it.

But there it is again: Visenya. You swear you even recognize the voice.

"V!"

The call was so loud, you had to look.

Your brows raise and your lips part. The man who had been so eager to run to you now grows laggardly, in disbelief it was actually you.

In truth, you had never seen him in proper light, but there was no mistaking his blonde hair or his violet eyes. He stops a few paces from you and he's unmistakable as he sighs. You take in his suit and the shorter cut of his hair. He takes in your floor length dress.

"You know," he chuckles softly, "I've only ever dreamed of seeing you like this."

You raise your brows and tilt your head, "sorry, do I know you?"

He laughs. Loud. He clutches his belly and steps forward, "her majesty forgets the face of her subjects too quickly."

You chortle and turn away, shaking your head at his ridiculousness.

Unlike you, he does not stifle his laughter. "Konīr issa, Dāria Visenya, Tala Zaldrīzoti."

You hum and cross your arms. You purse your lips, "you gonna translate that for me... old man?"

Oh, he's missed this. He chuckles, "I assure you," he takes another step, "I am just as capable, if not more, in my age now than years ago."

"Capable," you pull your head back, "of what?"

"Everything."

You chuckle dryly, "you haven't changed a bit, haven't you?"

"No, but you-" he reaches a hand out, "-clearly have."

You ignore his hand in lieu of rubbing your chest and pouting at him, "don't worry. It's never too late for some change. I mean," you point, "you managed to get a haircut."

He chuckles, brushing his hair back as he stares at your décolletage, "and you managed to lose my necklace."

"Ha... an odd response."

"Is it, when you bare neck is begging for my diamonds," he raises a finger, "V-i-s-e-n-y-a."

Your forehead curls, "baby's first-time spelling?"

"Baby?" he excitedly chuckles, "if we're talking about babies, I-"

"For gods' sake, Daemon."

You step back as Gwayne comes between you both.

"I turn around for one second, then the next you're here, sticking your nose into my business."

Daemon scowls, "this is literally none of your business, Hightower."

"Oh," he chuckles dryly, "I do beg to differ."

You can see his face begin to turn as red as his hair, "Gwayne-"

"No," Daemon laughs, "you work for him?"

Your lips curl at his words, "no." Gwayne looks between the two of you as you say, "I'm his partner."

"O h !" the blonde gasps exaggeratedly, raising his hands, "pardon me for the semantics."

"No, as in we're going to get married, Daemon," you blurt, showing him the back of your hand.

Daemon's entire expression drops at the sight of your ring.

This put Gwayne all the more on edge. He pulls a pinched expression as he asks you, "time out. You two know each other?"

"Unfortunately," you retort.

Daemon scoffs. He clenches his jaw and raises his brows, "why don't you ask her how we know each other, Gwayne."

You give Daemon a look.

"While you're at it, why don't you ask her about her old pal, Visenya."

"Visenya?" Gwayne repeats, turning to Daemon.

"Yes, Visenya," Daemon sneers at him, though his eyes remain on you, "go on, ask her!"

Your face twists at his expression.

"And what makes you think I wouldn't already know about her?" Gwayne snaps.

Daemon finally looks at Gwayne.

His shoulders are tense, and his face is hard, "or that I would ever be baited by someone as degenerate as you?"

"Alright," you grab Gwayne's arm, "that's enough."

"What do you know about Visenya?" Daemon asks, like a wronged child.

"I know that if you every try to hang this over her head, I will make sure you never be able to work in-"

"I said that's enough, Gwayne," you cut him off, pulling him away from Daemon.

Gwayne's nostrils flare as he turns to you. He clenches and unclenches his jaw as his chest heaves. You shake your head. He speaks out your name.

The sound of it makes Daemon tense and his belly churn.

You clutch Gwayne's cheeks and offer him a reassuring look. Without a word, the two of you walk off, intent on going home. Daemon does nothing, can do nothing but stand there, watching you as he tests the sound of your name in his mouth, over and over again under his breath.

[inkmemes]

never stop blowing up  (  2024-  )  e02 : and that's whirred up sentence  starters ↪  taken  from  dimension 20's 22nd season.  alter  as  you  see  fit  ♡

“i'm just a lanky boy.”

“hello! nobody's home.”

“don't mess with brooklyn.”

“and what if i swallow it?”

“i wish you wouldn't.”

“i'm not hearing no!”

“it's beautiful.”

“you gettin' a little fucked up already?”

“i mean, i feel pretty fucked up.”

“that's for… that's for me? you want me to put that in my body?”

“okay, why don't you try some first?”

“you all right? you're looking a little green around the gills.”

“we can't afford this.”

“oh, um… i'm just being funny today.”

“i didn't get it. it didn't seem funny to me.”

“when you do drugs, sometimes you have ego death and it doesn't feel like you're you anymore.”

“this is paid for? this is, we got this? this is fine?”

“what are you asking?”

“i actually thought we were bonding.”

“wait, so you're not mad at me?”

“nothing you could do would ever make me mad.”

“i'd date him.”

“god, cutie alert.”

“this guy brought dogs to a nightclub!”

“he's really old. he has like, no teeth.”

“just taking notes on a fucking conspiracy.”

“see, when someone doesn't answer right away, you feel the need to keep going.”

“oh, okay, so you're making accusations.”

“i'm like, a little nervous that we left things in a weird place.”

“i don't even know this guy.”

“snort some and then sell the rest for money.”

“i don't want me to be happy!”

“i guess let's have some more of these drinks.”

“i didn't write down where i was supposed to go.”

“what's going on?”

“oh my god, he's dead.”

“you're on top of a building.”

“wait, a man just jumped off of a building?”

“i think [name] is attracted to this man.”

“is this a gun?”

“wait! come with me!”

“did i love him?”

“it was all a blur. i was getting thrown around like you can't believe.”

“yeah, he really gave it to, huh?”

“i wanna go out on the town.”

“we don't have the same room?”

“he left me up here on the street?”

“that was cool, man. i don't know what you want me to say.”

“i've been shot!”

“i've never been in a hotel this nice.”

“it's so hot. it's so hot.”

“there's dead guys all over the ground.”

“the floor is sleek with blood.”

“don't know how to spell that.”

“what the fuck?”

“sneak is like their primary fucking thing.”

“it's crazy that they just straight-up advertise that.”

“dude, this movie fucking rules!”

“i'm gonna need that from you.”

“tell me what i was supposed to do.”

“i think he's just starting to sweat.”

“you are wearing a tuxedo, baby.”

“just getting my sea legs, man.”

“could you send me a ping?”

“come on, man. we got bigger fish to fry. you gonna get hung up on this right now?”

“i've watched this.”

“i can't wait to see you.”

“i'm not the only one feeling pressure.”

“i'm probably not even gonna show up to work.”

“you told me what to do, i'm gonna do it, no argument.”

“i hate doing what people tell me to do.”

“he didn't think you were a shithead. there was trust there.”

“you were given an impossible thing to do.”

“i'm going so fast.”

“i'm still on my learner's permit!”

“i don't know who you're talking about!”

“does it look like the car is like, toast?”

“get outta there. those guys are some bad dudes.”

“i fucking love it.”

“i didn't know!”

“i fucking think it's a great fucking choice.”

“none of these are good enough.”

“[name], i thought you were dead.”

“that's why he hates me and that's why he stabbed me.”

“that's why he hates me and in turn why i hate him.”

“that was a weird interaction you just had.”

“oh, don't worry. i'm not gonna do anything with it. i'm just kinda holding it 'cause it feels necessary.”

“they can take care of themselves.”

“i'm getting it under control.”

“oh my god. this must be my fault. what did i do?”

“i hate new technology.”

“how the hell did you get that number? never call me on that line.”

“they're dancing together.”

“why the fuck are you calling me at the bureau?”

“can i get a second one?”

“oh fuck, they're all dead. they're all fucking dead.”

“goddamn it! [name], did you fuck us?”

“no, don't you fucking hang up on me!”

“we are gonna find a way to make this right.”

“did you get nabbed by the feds? what happened?”

“what do they want you to do?”

“but you know who you are.”

“it made so much sense in my brain.”

“what are you talking about?”

“yes! oh my god, fuck!”

“you had it in you all along, kid.”

“it's crazy. it was crazy down there.”

“can't say i'm surprised.”

“you must not have been invited.”

“that's a really interesting question i'm not willing to open up.”

“don't tell me what to do.”

“and it's weird 'cause it's not… it's like an emotional feeling. it's not a logical thing, right?”

“you're the guy from the movie!”

“i have a motorcycle.”

“we should go to a bar or something.”

“let's go get a drink. i wanna see the town!”

“i'm already deciding that i'm making that for you.”

“i mean, we're in a fucking movie together.”

“it's the '80s, baby.”

“i'm fucking pissed.”

“i wanna get out and i wanna solve this crime!”

“oh, are you looking for companionship?”

“oh, she sounds mean.”

“i think you're getting your groove back.”

“i want an appletini.”

“we're doing a drink crawl or something like that.”

“you look awful. you look bad. worst i've ever seen.”

“what, you want me to pretend i'm happy to see you, [name]?”

“watch where you're going!”

“i was just trying to like, prank.”

“someone wants to decapitate you.”

“you're probably the strongest dude i've seen.”

“just really good to be touched.”

“i think you need it.”

i'll go find parking, but i'll meet you at the hotel bar.”

“oh my god, [name], how are you doing? you look great.”

“oh, you've been waiting for that for so long.”

“wait, what?”

[wayfayrr]

With all the asks from 👾 I've been thoroughly inspired to write something for Hyrule in the House Husband AU because it now just lives rent free in my head AKSNNXKS (these asks were the inspiration)

The chain are in my house now which is just lovely, and while it's good to see that they're still safe. it's concerning that they were so focused on finding me that they'd abandon Hyrule for their search. Did they even see if there was a way for them to go back… or do they not care?

But if how Sage's body has reacted to being in this world for so long is anything to go off of?

Then some of the chain might need some time to adap-

"Hyrule!?"

No, no, no. Please let him be alright, he's part fae, of course, he wouldn't handle the lack of magic well. But I didn't think he'd faint on the spot!

"[name]? What's going on!? What happened to the traveller?"

"I'll explain later, just.. help me get him into my bed."

Where do we even begin, Sage doesn't have it this bad and there are no documented cases of magic withdrawal to look at. Would the best thing to do right now be to get him comfortable and keep him stable?

He’s still breathing, even though it’s worryingly shallow and his skin impossibly clammy. He’ll live though.

He has to.

“[Name] please. We all just wanted to see you, we didn’t - we didn’t think anything bad would happen.”

“Wind… It’s not your fault, Rulie’s going to be fine. I’m sure of it. We’ve got to stay strong for him alright?”

Rulie’s almost in my bed to rest now, if we can just get him comfortable then we can deal with the rest of this as it comes. Maybe I should ask…

“Sage, would you mind making some soup while I get Rulie stable? He'll probably need something thin for when he wakes up. Oh come on, you don’t need to pull that face love.”

Calling him that seems to have gotten him to show a little care for the others, even if it's just to get me to call him more pet names. Although the rest of the chain didn’t seem to like me calling Sage that, there are more important things to deal with right now.

Like getting Hyrule to wake up, if he stays unconscious for too long the only option would be to call the hospital, but that isn’t even a safe option because none of the chain has any ID which would cause a few issues, to say the least.

Starting with lowering his fever is a good idea, there should be something around here I could use. There’s a flannel I can dampen in the bathroom somewhere.

“Guys can you stay here with Hyrule and make sure he doesn’t get any worse while I go and get something to cool him down.”

“You’ve still not said what’s happened to him. Do you know what’s happening?”

“I have a hunch. Nothing certain, but we really need to focus right now. I promise you I’ll explain in a moment, Sky.”

Shoving past where they've all gathered in my room wasn't the easiest thing, but the adrenaline from all of this seems to be giving me an edge over the rest of the heroes, because I know if I didn't have that it should have been near impossible to do. 

Coming back with a damp towel; laying it on Hyrule; his breathing becoming more steady, making now the perfect time to explain to the chain what’s most likely happening to him. Now I’ve just got to hope that I can think of how best to explain what might be going on.

“You all want to know why Rulie’s like this? It’s a little hard to explain and I’m not even sure if it's right but I’ll try my best to explain.”

No response. They are looking at me with a lot of concern though, more than that as well but it seems their concern for one of their brothers is outweighing whatever else they want to tell me right now. Guess the best action would be to explain what I can then try to answer any questions they might have.

“You probably noticed Sage’s ears right? Something similar has been happening with him, we guessed it’s most likely due to the fact that there’s no magic in this world. Something to do with that seems to change Hylian or magical features to make them fit would be the best way to put it. Hyrule’s part fae, so the lack of magic impacted him far more as well as far faster than it did with sage.”

“... you’re saying that something like this is going to happen to all of us? That we’re going to lose our magic if we stay here?”

I don’t know if I’m simply hearing things or not but Legend sounded like he was weighing that up as an option. I know they were somewhat desperate to be with me seeing as they’ve gone through all of this to be here but to throw away part of themselves like this? Sage didn’t have a choice to be brought here.

Would he have chosen it if he had the chance? How they’re all acting, like this doesn’t seem world-ending to them, like they aren’t sacrificing everything they've ever known. I think he would have decided this in a heartbeat now.

“It seems like that. Unless you have a way back to Hyrule then I think it’s almost certain to happen.”

Rulie looks to be stirring a bit now giving me an excuse to step away from why the chain are acting so concerning; instead focusing on him as he wakes. Gently taking his hand in my own the only real thing we can do is wait for him to get up and then figure out how bad everything is. However long that may take, I’ll make sure to stay here by his side.

He doesn’t need to wake up alone with everything else he’s going through.

[adalricus]

Infatuated with you

☆Pt. 5

☆Pt.4 ☆Pt.3 ☆Pt.2 ☆Pt.1

A/n:In this beginning, we're delving into your relationship with Darius the longer you stay there, I also separate it into different segments

Slowly, the longer you stay there, Darius starts noticing how much you act like her. I 6 try to be nice to him cause you're scared he'll do some crazy shit to you again, but he sees this as genuine kindness. Pretty quickly, he became less batshit insane, but he still exhibits weird behaviors. He still sees as "property," specifically Victor's property. So he starts dressing you up as he sees fit. While Victor wanted you to look seductive, sensual, and saccharine just over all alluring. But Darius wants you to be all pink, frilly just coquette, he wants you to look sweet and innocent. Darius is on edge cause he knows Victor is coming to get you, and he sure as he'll would go to any costs to get you back. But Darius isn't going to let you go. He loves you a lot a little too much.

You were just sitting in his bedroom binging one of your favorite shows, Darius had just entered the large room, and he seemed kinda erratic, and though he was kinda crazy but honestly very smart and doesn't let situations worry him buy rather people. "Y/n, come here." He demanded which he doesn't usually do, so you trying not to make him go batshit, obey him. He held you tightly against his chest it shocked you at how sudden it was. "Listen, I need you to stay in the bathroom. Keep it locked. Don't open it for anyone despite how much they demand you to." He said before ushering you into the bathroom. He made sure you locked it before leaving. You stayed in there for five minutes before you started hearing gunshots and screaming. You covered your ears and tucked yourself in the corner when you started hearing people banging at the door. You experienced some crazy shit but this was next level. You didn't know what to do, but all you could do was cry until you fell asleep. You woke up because you felt yourself getting lifted. You thought it was Victor, that he was here to wisk you away from uncertainty and back into scheduled and sheltered life. But once you looked up, you saw someone you definitely did not know. You didn't know what was going on but when you tried to push them of before they quickly comforted you. "You'll be okay, just sleep, I'll keep you safe." You strusted them for some reason, they were comforting and kind. You didn't go to sleep for a while but eventually slumber took you.

You woke up in the back of a car covered in soft blankets, velvety, and warm blanket. Your head rested on someone's thigh, and honestly, it made a great pillow. "Hi,sweetie, are you awake now?" A sultry feminine voice said to you. "Who are you? Where am I?" You asked in a daze."I'm Eva, you're in my car. We were trying to stop an operation Darius started, so imagine my surprise when I found out you were in there, so I sent in Vince to fetch you." She explained, "I didn't exactly know who you were but when I found out I felt bad, you've been through a lot, I'll keep you safe now." You don't know why but Eva made you feel safe, like you could really trust her maybe this would be fine. But honestly what a cutie you are, something about you pulled her in. She felt an urge to protect you and keep you safe. Especially from those brutes Victor and Darius.

[perplexingluciddreams]

Today is Mum's birthday!!

Sister is home from uni and she brought me my snack! (And she came into my room yesterday to say hello but I was stuck in my focus so I couldn't make myself look at her or give much attention ☹️). I got a hug!! 😊🥰 She is very cool with an awesome t-shirt and nose ring and beautiful hair. She always looks so put together and lovely. I love her so much.

I have settled into routine of wearing AFO braces on non-bath days. It is too much to do it every day, but I really want to do it... and the only way it is possible to keep up with is if it fits in my routine. So I told Mum all that and she suggested that I only wear them on non-bath days (because bath is very tiring and requires resting afterwards that whole day).

Mum got me new knee-high black socks! (for under braces). They are bamboo and completely seamless (necessary for sensory). They feel super soft and wonderful. I have major sensory issues with socks and shoes, but these socks is the best feelings socks I have maybe ever worn. And that is saying really a lot from me!

The velcro bits (for the elastic strap going over the top of my foot) kept falling off. Dad tried to fix it once but the glue didn't stick because the plastic of the braces is too smooth - it just popped right off again. He has fixed it better now and hopefully 🤞🏻 they will stay now!

I have been trying very hard with something else new - wearing sports bra. I need help with putting it on, but because it is "post surgery bra" with zip at the front, I can wiggle it off without taking t-shirt off (which means I don't need help for that!).

My chest is large and heavy. Causes a lot of pain and discomfort (both sensory and physical muscle pain). I am trying to make this less bad by spreading out the weight of my chest using sports bra. It is sensory very hard, and my ribs really really complain about the pressure of the band. But overall I think it is helping.

I am also looking online for other bras that could help... but finding any that fit my sensory needs as well as the size of my chest and the amount of support I need... it is fucking tricky, I'll say that. Also, any other ones that I see that look semi-promising, I would need much more help getting on and off.

I am used to getting help, and it is fine. I don't care about Mum seeing my boobs - she already helps me bathe and dress and sees me fully naked every other day (and half-naked all the days in-between) and all of that. Privacy is not the main "issue" here. And it is not really a huge "issue" at all.

But sometimes it is nice to have small little things that I have a wee bit independence with. It might not seem like much of anything to most people, but the fact that I can undo the zip on my bra, under my t-shirt, and have the motor planning and dexterity to pull my arms inside the t-shirt to wriggle out of the bra and then put arms back through the right holes - that is pretty huge for me!

It makes me feel more confident and capable. I don't have much confidence or self-belief. In part due to being as disabled as I am, and becoming more and more aware of my impairments and things I can't do, as I have gotten older.

So when there is added in a new thing in my routine, that requires more help... I just have feelings about it, I think. Especially because the gender stuff and dysphoria complicates things. And because it is yet another thing I am asking Mum to do, and I sometimes feel guilty and shameful about that. I don't really know what I am trying to say.

Regardless of the ramble above ^, I am very proud of how hard I am trying with these two new things. They are things that I can already feel the positive effect of, even though it is difficult to tolerate and takes so much brain capacity. I am really putting in so much effort to do good things for my body.

It is hard when something doesn't feel good or nice in the moment, but I know it will have positive later effect. I have trouble brain connecting the future effect with the current present unpleasantness. But I am doing it anyway, and for that I am proud and impressed with myself.

[ravenzeppeli]

Close to You |Ghiaccio x Male Reader Fluff|

Warning: MA.

Commission for @johnnybwanny

With all of the courage that you had in you, you knocked on Ghiaccios door, a medium-sized blue bag wrapped around your fingers, dangling at your side. It's been a few days since you've seen your friend and work partner since he dislocated his arm during a mission. All you could think about was how bored he must be, being stuck at home on rest until Risotto sees fit that he's able to come back. So badly, did you miss working with him; you've been stuck working with Sorbet and Gelato lately, and it made you really miss your partner.

The loud screech that always came out of his mouth every time he was displeased, the almost permanent scowl that he wore on his face, it was cute. His outbursts never scared nor embarrassed you in public, those outbursts instead making the two of you closer. Beneath his screams, he was making a lot of sense. Never once did you overlook his intelligence, sensing from the moment you met him that he was a sweet man under all of that anger, so long as he trusted you, and you had a strong feeling that he did trust you, considering he gave you his number and address.

The front door creeked open slowly, Ghiaccio appearing in the door frame. Lazily, he red square-rimmed glasses rested on the tip of his nose, his blue hair a curly short mess on top of his head. His right shoulder was wrapped with a tight cloth, making a firm spica wrap to heal his dislocated shoulder. The tight black tank top that he wore clung nicely to his ripped body, his toned pale arms fully exposed, ripped completely with muscles from years of going to the gym.

"Y/N," he mutteted, giving you a small nod, stepping back a little, giving you some space to step into his home. "I didn't know you would be stopping by today. I would have worn something more appropriate and less casual."

You stepped into his home, sliding your shoes off by the front door, knowing how much he likes cleanliness. Thank God you wore a matching pair of socks today. "My apologies for not calling in advance. I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to drop something off for you and see how your arm is." You sat the gift down on the wooden table next to the front door, being mindful of his injured arm. "It's just something small to pass your time."

He closed his front door with a slam, locking it. He took a few steps to his left, closing the gap between the two of you. "That's very.. nice of you." He took the book out of the bag, a bookmark already being placed inside. "This is my favorite author. Thank you, Y/N. My arm is fine, I wanted to go back today, but Risotto told me to rest a few more days. I'm fine, though. It doesn't even hurt."

You smiled as he flipped the book around, reading the back as he stepped closer towards you, his uninjured shoulder now pressed against yours. "I'm off for the rest of the night," you commented casually, causing him to look up at you, his lips inches away from yours. Fuck - did he mean to be this close? You enjoyed being so.. near him. "I can stay the night. Just to keep you company, not because you're hurt! Because you said you aren't, of course. But.. I could sleep on the couch."

Damn it, you sounded like such a blubbering fool! You couldn't help it, he just made you so nervous, the good kind of nervous. Was it wrong of you to ask to stay over, as if he actually needed a babysitter? What if he needed something? You knew that Ghiaccio was a very strong and capable man. You just wanted to take care of him. You wanted to help him and be whatever he needed.

A satisfied hum escaped his lips, a small smile appearing on his lips. He hardly ever smiles. He must like you back! "Fine by me, I was about to order a pizza. You can stay." He shrugged, turning away from you, the book still in his hand. "Let's sit in the dining room. You can fill me in on what's been going on at work while I've been away."

Ghiaccio's POV

Ghiaccio stared at you as you slept on his couch, your body stretched out, a smile spread across your lips. A small smile appeared on his own lips, not expecting for you to actually stay the entire night like you'd promised him you would. Ever since you've joined the team and been spending more time with him, he's found himself actually experiencing happiness. Being with you made him a better man, and he felt as if he was making you a better man also.

Under his guidance, you were becoming a very strong and respected man! You've always had something special about you from the moment that he laid eyes on you, that was why he personally pulled Risotto to the side and asked if he would be able to train you and work alongside you. Thankfully, Risotto agreed, only caring if the job got done, and it always got done. It was just nice having you with him. He couldn't wait to get back to work so that he could spend more time with you.

Everything about you made him not want to punch you in the face. He's wanted to punch every person he's met in the face at least once throughout the progression of his friendships and work professional relationships. With you, he never felt any negative feelings. As you infected his life, you brought along nothing but happiness and positive emotions out of him. He may not show his emotions, but he just wasn't the type! He had a feeling that deep down, you knew how he felt.

You were so kind to Ghiaccio, bringing him a brand new book and bookmark because you knew that he loved to read. Then you volunteered to sleep on his couch in case he needed anything, actually staying throughout the night! Guys always sneak out the front door while Ghiaccio slept, never wanting to stay the night with him. He wasn't that bad. He liked for things to always go a certain way, the right way. If it wasn't perfect, then it wasn't done right! Simple as that! You were very perfect, he didn't have a single complaint about you!

Your eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile spreading across your lips as you gaze up at him with your soft eyes, causing his heart to flutter at your immediate attention. "How's your arm? Don't you worry, I'm going to make you breakfast so that you can rest your arm."

The first thing that you asked about was him when you woke up, asking if his arm was okay! That was it. This was the final straw. His heart could only take so much! You made him so happy. He needed to make a move, and he needed to make one fast before someone else realized how great you were!

"No!" He spat out, letting a small smile appear on his lips, not being able to contain the rare delight that he was feeling in this moment. Quickly, you sat up, your sleepy eyes on him as he spoke. "I'm going to take you out on a breakfast date!"

"Date?" You questioned, voice immediately perking up. "What does that mean?" An innocent smile rested across your face, eyes resting on his.

"It means that we're going to go on a date," Ghiaccio replied, his voice light. If anyone else were to have asked him such a stupid question, he would have snapped at them. What else could a date possibly mean!? "Unless you don't want to." Maybe he misread your signals. Damn it!

You shot up from the couch, a small little smile appeasing on your lips as you walked over to him. "I'd love to go on a date with you, Ghiaccio. I've liked you for a long time. I'll just need a few moments to freshen up for you before we leave!" You were always so considerate of him. Yeah, he's definitely going to ask you to be his boyfriend after breakfast. He'd be a fool not to romantically presue you.

"You know where the bathroom is," he commented, a faint blush flushing across his cheeks. "I'll be waiting right here. I'm going to take you to my favorite café."

Ghiaccio watched as you vanished down his hallway, feeling a sense of euphoria as he imagined the life that the two of you were going to have together. You were so good to him, bringing him a gift and staying overnight on his couch. In return for always being kind to him, he would love and cherish for you for the rest of his life.

[regretisstoredintheme]

Prompt! The turtle of your choice developing a sudden allergy, though he doesn't know what to, and all the rest trying to "help" him figure it out by exposing him to allergens.

Do do do d— OH??? What’s this??

A prompt?? 

*snatches paper*

“Prompt! The turtle of your choice developing a sudden allergy, though he doesn't know what to, and all the rest trying to "help" him figure it out by exposing him to allergens. 

Pt 2: I forgot to add is that the reader or oc is trying to get the others to leave the turtle in question alone”

A/n: ahaaa I seee, now this is interesting. What could it possibly be…? hohohoooo I’m so excited to see this one play out >:)

— Freakout (A Oneshot) 2018 Raph x Reader —

—

Raphael Hamato. The biggest in his living clan, the strongest, the gentle giant, who never— ever, got sick. Raphael, who played in the mud as a kid, who didn’t develop any concept of germs until Donnie nonchalantly went on a rant about it. 

So when Raphael invincible Hamato let out a sneeze, he didn’t bat an eye. You didnt either, until he sneezed again— and then a third time. 

“Are you okay?” You quirked a brow, setting down your DS to glance at him. He waved you off, “I’m fine, sweettart.” He smiled at your nervous look, “no need to wo—“ he cut himself off, shoving his face in his elbow to sneeze again. 

“Are you sick??” You shifted your knees beneath you for some extra height, a hand reaching to brush his forehead. Normal— thank god. “You don’t feel like you have a fever, so that’s good.” You muttered, fussing over him just how he did when you two were fighting villains. He laughed lightly, a hand lifting to your head as he smoothed down your hair— calming your nerves.

“Maybe I should get Donnie..?” You suggested, and suddenly Raph’s eyes were wide open— looking everywhere but you, blubbering apologies about the situation and how there was no need to bother his genius brother. As you looked closer, however, his eyes seemed to match his red mask, light pink curving around the edges a little more than it was supposed to. 

You shifted uncomfortably, and the thought suddenly occurred to you about his allergy. You began frantically looking around, inspecting the room for any invisible peanuts you may have had. You would have cried if you saw even a Reeces wrapper on your floor. “What are you looking for?” the red clad turtle chuckled, a nervous bite to his tone. “Peanuts.” You said quickly, interrogating your room as you decided to get up, lifting anything that may have been on the ground. “What? Why would those be here? You don’t even like peanuts!” Raph gave an incredulous look, and you whipped around, noting how hoarse he sounded. 

Biting your lip, you mulled over in your head how possible it was that your boyfriend would ask for help if he needed it. “You really think you’re ok? I mean— what if there was an allergen in this room?” You walked over to him, sitting back down on your bed and gently leaning against his shoulder. Raph’s arm gently held you closer, petting your hand with care. “if its re—“ he coughed away from you, then cleared his throat, “if its really bothering you, then we can go see Donnie or Leo.” 

You paused, wondering if your ears were playing tricks on you. “Leo?” Shock hit you as you realized he wasn’t joking. “We’re talking about your brother, right? Leonardo? The one who never takes anything seriously?” The terrapin just laughed, before getting caught in a coughing fit. “Y- er— yeah.” His smile softened, “Leo tends to get really ‘smart’ whenever Im in trouble, it freaks him out. don’t tell him I know, though— its a secret.” He held up a finger to his lips, shooting you a wink. You shook your head knowingly, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Only for you.” you muttered, pulling him off your bed and to your door, “lets go— I sweat if theres anything in my room that caused this im gonna chuck it to the moon.” 

Raph gave a gentle smile, listening to you rant about him and how sweet he was. He felt warmth seep into his face, getting shy at how much you praised him. He hoped it was nothing serious… his brothers worrying about him always led to trouble. 

Without fail. 

-

As you explained the situation to Donnie, his eyes slowly widened, looking around for a quick moment before ushering you two to the living room, blabbering about how urgent it was you figure this out. You didn’t know why he brought you here, considering the ‘urgency’, but you quickly realized what was going on when he pulled up a PowerPoint, making a few calls.

“Based on past events, it has never been often that our dear Raph-a-La succumbs to sickness.” Donnie ranted, pointing to a graph that he totally didnt keep for all of his brothers in the event a health crisis happens “In the event that it does happen..!” He pointed to the side of the graph, labeled ‘level of pain.’ “Its always something bad.” 

The purple-clad turtle went on to his audience (consisting of all the family members he had rounded up) and as he showed his PowerPoint presentation, you felt Raph shift next to you. 

You looked over, and felt your heart break a little at the sight.

Raph was curled into himself, trying to take as little space as possible on the floor of the projector room. His mouth was crumpled into a wavy line, brows furrowed as his fingers drummed on his arm. Suddenly, you just wanted to know he was okay. You didn’t want to deal with Donatello’s theatrics— or Mikey’s questions, or splinter’s— or Leo’s serious stare towards your boyfriend. You just wanted to cradle Raph’s face in your hands and take all his worries away. 

You raised your hand.

“Yes, Y/n. As his partner you no doubt have questions.” Donnie mused, a hand on his chin. “Guys.. can’t we just focus on getting him better?” You gave a weak smile, hoping to draw attention to how uncomfortable the whole charade made Raph. 

The tech turtle scoffed, “Do you even know me, Y/n?” 

You knit your brows together, your eyes dilating as you silently pleaded for him to wrap it up. “Your ‘puppy dog eyes’ will not work on me.” Donnie rolled his pupils, adding his signature air quotations, “This stuff is important to know! We do this every time Raph is sick and it is mandatory everyone knows what to do in crisis!” 

“Its like uhhhh…” His eyes searched the roof, looking for the word, “Lockdow— no. Fire drill!” He gave a little satisfied smile at the end of his claim— you could see April wince at his use of the relation. You couldn’t agree, but you didn’t want to argue on similes, you wanted to rip into him for making Raph uncomfortable. 

However, because of your respect for Donnie and value for your non-biological kinship with him, you stayed calm. 

“Have you ever wondered if this..” you gestured to his PowerPoint and the gathered family members, “..is the reason you don’t have as many data points on Raph?” 

The snapping turtle seemed to sweat-drop, avoiding his genius brother’s accusing gaze. Splinter piped up from his place on the recliner chair, “Are you suggesting he..?” His voice drifted off, but it was clearly voiced as a question. 

“Only told you guys when he got really sick because you always freak out?” April checked her nails, having been unfazed by the entire thing. “Oh, yeah he does that all the time.” 

Silence.

Ear-bleeding screaming. 

The room had erupted, the family (except you two) all yelling at April and each other. “So all my graphs on him are just inaccurate!?” Donnie shouted while Mikey’s voice overlapped, “He’s been holding it inside this whole time that’s so SAAHAHAHAD—“ 

You watched as the blood drained from Raph’s face. Knitting your brows, you muttered a small apology to him, in which he stiffy replied “Raph’s okay… You only wanted to help..” while you felt bad, your eyes lit up, realizing his symptoms had gone away. He looked in perfect health, despite the small line of tears he had collected.

“Guys oh my god!” 

You yelled over everyone, feeling bad as most of them flinched at the loud noise. “Look!” You pointed at your boyfriend, who was trying his best to believe you knew what you were doing. “His symptoms are gone!” You clarified, and when the family went to crowd him — you stepped in front, wagging your finger. “Eh. eh. eh.“ you half-barked, taking a threatening step forward, pointing to Donnie, “Only him.” 

The purple turtle gave a smug look to his twin, who scoffed like he suddenly didn’t care. “You may be the best at maintaining his allergies, ‘Nardo, but I’m the scientist.” Donnie exclaimed proudly, before turning to you and his brother, dropping his metaphorical mask. He sat next to Raph, and seeing that they were no longer in crisis mode— everyone seemed to gravitate away, Splinter setting up a movie and Mikey challenging April to some game. Leo lingered a little, eventually walking to the kitchen to make something. 

Raph seemed to visibly relax, still fiddling with the edge of his bandana. “Okay,” Donnie said, “Where were you two.” 

“My room.” You spoke up, incredibly relieved that you had cleaned before inviting Raph over— you knew Donnie wouldn’t want the ‘crime scene’ fiddled with. 

You two worked together to find out what had set Raph off, working at a slower pace with the stress of sickness away. Your boy was mostly free to play with his brothers, except for when you two would test a possible allergen. You were there the whole time, even though Raph told you several times you didn’t have to worry. 

Eventually, Donnie noticed white and other dusts slowly falling from a cupboard of yours. He asked, and, upon opening, found a transparent box, different arranges and colors of sediment in little tins— some were spilling everywhere. “What’s this, Y/n?” He showed you the suspicious box, which had clearly been shaken up. “Ah— no!!” You called desperately, noting the containers knocked over and spilled loose. You took the box dejectedly, “My friend got me this.. its samples from different terrestrial planets..” 

Donnie furrowed his brow, noting the labels on the different sections. “And a few moons I see…” he noted, squinting at earth’s moon dust. “Would you mind it I took this to my lab?” 

“Wait— You don’t think..?” You half laughed, before looking to the fan you had in the corner of your room. “Oh shit.” 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Donnie announced to the imaginary audience, “I believe… we have our culprit.” 

Upon taking it to the lab, Donnie held the moon dust under a microscope, smiling to himself before stepping back to let you see. Your eyes focused in on the lens, and you saw tiny particles, with sharp, jagged edges. 

“Imagine having that in your sinuses.” Donnie mused, “you see, because of the jagged nature of Moon dust, most people are allergic, and it can cause many symptoms.” He rattled off, waltzing over to Raph to give the good news and perhaps a temporary respiratory medicine.

You, though?

You were just planning. Planning the absolute tear down of your room via vacuum cleaner.

——

A/N: HI!!! I took a lil creative liberty.. but hey! Thats what prompts are all about!! >:) I hope you enjoyed, Raph is the bestest boy and as someone who sees him like a big brother, I love writing about him. 

[tmwcs]

maybe hee babying yn or yn babying him when one of them is sick or in the bad mood or something along those lines, i think it would be cute ^^

awwww this one is so cute.

"What's wrong?" his calm voice asks, as you laid in his bed, curled up.

The pain was too great for you to handle, the cramps would not disappear no matter how much medicine you took for it.

'God...I hate this time of the month....so annoying.'

You remark to yourself as you began your menstrual cycle.

Adorning your body with sweat bottoms and a loose fitting t-shirt, you laid and suffered in a moment of silence. Peeved, hungry, and annoyed with everything, you gently spoke out to him as he walks up to you.

"Nothing, just not feeling well."

"Still?"

He noted. It was strange, yesterday you were completly fine. Then this morning, when he woke up, you had appeared to shut yourself out somewhat. While you still appeared loving and bid him a good day, you opted to stay and call in sick from attending classes, which normally was something that you wouldn't do at all for something so minor. Yet, from time to time, some months were worse than others, this just happened to be one of them.

"Babe...I think i should spend a few nights in my dorm room."

"What? Why?" his eyes widened as his voice slightly piqued.

"I'm just....I'm hurting."

"I can see that. My poor baby, is there anything you need? Did you take your medicine?" He inquires, as he sat next to your laying form, with your back turned towards him as you laid on your side, cradling your stomach.

"I did."

He pats your back, leans over to get a look at your face. He reaches over and checks your temperature on your forehead.

"Hmm...good, it doesn't seem like you have a fever." He remarks.

"Did you eat something bad?" he inquired.

"N-no....I just."

"What is it baby? Do you need to go to the hospital?" he asks as he rubs your back.

"No....I just need to rest...it hurts." feeling the cramps kicking in brutally, you couldn't bear to refrain from announcing the pain.

'God...it hurts....' you mentally note.

"Babe? What's going on?" His eyes started to appear overly concerned.

Before, for the entire time you were together, the stress of school work, and the events with Samuel along with Vicky transferring schools had caused you enough stress to where you had skipped or delayed having your menstrual cycle. Even when it did come in, it was light and lasted merely for a couple of days. Not to mention, you weren't living with him inside his frat room, making this the first time him being present during your worst moment in life.

"Nothing...i'm fine. Just give me a few days to rest. " you remark as you close your eyes.

"A few days?" he inquires somewhat confused.

"Y-yeah.."

Sighing, he straightens his seated posture for a moment and gazes down on the floor. Having growing up with only a brother, and no sisters, it didn't hit his mind immediately. Even having the girlfriends in his past, including Vicky, who all were nowhere as close bonded as you were with him, thus leaving him the dark when it came to realizing the signs of the monthly struggles a woman goes through.

Sitting, puzzled, and trying to figure out what you possibly could be sick from, he stares at the ground and zones out as he tries to figure out how to fix the situation.

Nothing.

You note his pensive state. Finding it somewhat adorable and comical as he sat, with his eyes covered as always by the bill of his cap, and his eyes and nose appearing aloof as he tries to figure out what you were sick from.

"Baby...." you softly speak out.

"Yeah?"

"I"m fine. dont worry okay?"

"I just dont know what you could be sick from."

"I"m not...really sick. I just...mmm..."

"Then what?"

"Heeseung...its shark week."

".........." confused as he side eyes the floor to his strong side, the pensive state reflects in his face.

"Come again?" he asks somewhat confused and concerned that you had become dillusional, thus speaking nonsense.

".....It's....that time of the month for me....." you speak out softly as you turn your gaze away and close your eyes. Not even having the strength to feel embarrassed as the pain was kicking in once more.

His eyes widen as he watches you tight your wrap around your stomach.

..........................

"Why didn't you say something sooner? Y/N?" He immediately begins to spoon you.

"He-Heeseung...." you furrow your brows as the pain kicks in once more.

Now he knows. After recalling the one moment where he and Vicky had a terrible fight when they began dating, her temperament had changed, yet she was more snappy than how you appeared to be. He recalled having a conversation with his mother who outlined the details of a woman's misfortunate each month, while also outlining the duties that her son should carry out, should he truly care and love the woman that is subdued to their monthly curse.

Though he dated Vicky, and all his other girlfriends, he never cared enough to be there for them as he was willing for you.

"What do you need? Do you need be to get you anything?" he asks.

"Are you....craving for something sweet?" He genuinely asks, recalling his mother's conversation.

"N-no thank you...i just need to rest."

He nods. You drift off to sleep shortly after as he continues to cradle you, and strokes your hips.

You wake up a couple hours later, turning around in the bed, you felt an abundance of warmth around you.

Taking note of what it was, you saw that you were swallowed by a large heating blanket. It was soft and the warmth it provided felt like heaven.

You hear typing beyond the headboard, knowing it was Heeseung seated at his desk on the other side grading papers as his professors assistant.

Sitting up, he hears the shuffling noise you make. He quickly gets up and walks over, still with his jeans, long sleeve and his hat on, as if he was about to go somewhere.

"How are you feeling? Are you hungry?" He grabs your hands and strokes the back of your palms.

"...I'm fine. Did you get this?" you ask inquiring about the heated blanket.

"Yeah." he merely answers in a near whisper as he licks his lips and stares at your hands.

"thank you. It feels nice." you remark.

Standing up, he goes over towards his closet. Opening it, you take note on how the floor of it was covered with bottled water, snacks, juice, and even canned fruit. He grabs a bottle water and walks back over. Handing it to you, he speaks.

"I did some shopping while you slept. Do you need anything? I think i got everything that you need, but if i missed something, let me know." He hands you the bottle water, but not before twisting the cap off for you.

You felt a slight vibration next to you, it was his phone. Seeing a message from a number you recognize, you tap on it to see the conversation.

It was a chat he had with your mother. It seemed he felt comfortable to reach out to her since he had just met her and your father a few days ago when you all had dinner together.

Looking at the chat, you saw that Heeseung had asked your mother for guidance on what type of items that he should get for you, in which your mother delightfully responded with emoji's and heartfelt messages outlining items that would help. The last line from your mother read,

"She likes pastries alot :) "

Quickly turning your gaze forward as you hear him walking back to you, you come face to face as he stands before you with a plate filled with pastries.

[starshaped-dreamer]

safe place (k.gv)

pairing - kim gyuvin x GN! reader

genre - hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

warnings - allusions to depression, anxiety and stress (but lots of comforting gyuvin!)

w/c - 1149

a/n - first zb1 fic! I'm sorry comfort fics are all I know how to write I hope you guys like these kinds of drabbles and are able to seek some sort of comfort from them <3

You'd been struggling for a while lately, and Gyuvin had noticed. Attentive as always, he had noticed these episodes throughout the years you had been dating, and always tried to comfort you as much as he could. But it hadn't really gotten this bad before.

You felt so useless. You had so much you had to get done, assignments to finish, work to do. But it was always such a struggle to find motivation to do it. The vicious cycle of sitting down to do something before deciding it was too much and distracting yourself from it was one you knew far too well. It sent you into a spiral, feeling guilty and helpless, knowing the looming tasks over your head would send you into a fit of panic sometime in the future, even though it was well inside your control to prevent it.

Eventually you shut the world out, everything becoming too overwhelming and hard to handle to think about it anymore. You hadn't texted Gyuvin for quite a few days, and he felt bad he hadn't had the chance to visit due to his packed schedule, especially after you left his calls unanswered. He was becoming worried, your lack of contact a growing cause for concern as the days went by.

The moment he had spare time on his hands he didn't hesitate in driving straight to your apartment, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms. He drives over, using the key you gave him to let himself inside.

"Y/N?" The lights were off, unusual for 9pm, but not the most worrying thing. His brow furrows, however, at the mountain of dirty dishes stacked by your sink, and the general disarray your apartment was in. If there was one thing you hated, it was your living space being disorganised.

He walks down the hallway towards your room, gently knocking on your door to alert you of his presence. He hears the quiet rustling of sheets before light flooded the gap beneath your door. Your door opens slightly, your shocked expression peeking through as you see your boyfriend standing there.

"Gyuvin?" He smiles softly, stepping into your room as he takes your hand in his.

You turn your head away from him slightly, and he notices the way you wipe some stray tears from your eyes with your free hand, which were slightly red from crying.

He frowns some more, his hand coming to cup your face to get you to face him. "I'm so sorry I haven't been able to come over sooner. I've missed you so much."

You smile, and although you try your best, you know it doesn't quite reach your eyes. You suppress the tears that attempt to bubble up at his statement, resting your hand on top of his. "It's okay, Binnie. I know you've been busy with practice, and I'm really proud of how dedicated you are."

He couldn't help the adoring smile that crossed his face at your words. "Even when you're upset you're still my biggest supporter."

"Upset?"

His thumb strokes your cheek. "I've been worried about you. You haven't been answering my texts-"

You look at the floor. "I'm sorr-"

He lifts your chin gently. "Which is fine, but I can tell something else is going on too. Just- just please don't try to hide it from me. You've gone through so much on your own, please rely on me for a little bit. I want nothing more than to be here for you."

Your lip trembles, the dam you were putting up not holding back the tears any more. You cover your face in embarrassment, apologising frantically as you step back from Gyuvin.

His heart shatters at the way you try to keep your composed façade up for as long as possible. He wanted to be a comfortable space for you to reveal your true feelings to him at all time.

He takes your arm, scanning your face for any sort of discomfort at the touch before pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "Please, Y/N. Don't keep it all to yourself. You're allowed to be sad for as long as you need to be around me."

Your body begins to shake with sobs as you clench the material of his hoodie to ground yourself, concentrating on the way Gyuvin slowly rubs your back, allowing you to cry as much as you want. Once you've calmed down a bit, he leads you over to the bed, letting you lay down on his chest as he strokes your hair softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"I'm so tired, Binnie." He hums understandingly, listening to every word you say. "It feels like I can't get anything done so I have no reason to be this tired, but I'm exhausted."

"It's okay to be tired, you work so hard."

"But I don't, I put everything off until the last minute and even then I don't put in enough effort. It doesn't feel worth it anymore when there are others who put in so much work and deserve so much more."

He thinks in silence for a moment, before drawing you closer to him, tucking your head under his. "You're too harsh on yourself, Y/N. I wish you could see what I see in you. Even when you're feeling like this, you never fail to get up in the morning. To try and be strong even when you feel everything but. I'm so proud of you, and I'm so grateful you do. But you know, it's okay to not be strong sometimes. Feeling like this, and letting yourself be vulnerable to me at the very least will never be a sign of weakness. The fact you've put these walls up for so long is a sign of strength."

Your heart aches at his words as you feel the tears start again, taking his hand in yours. "Just remember, no matter what, you're Y/N. Nothing could change how talented, kind and brave you are, especially not this."

You meet his eyes, and find nothing but adoration and reassurance in them. Nothing was more comforting than Gyuvin. "I love you, Binnie."

He grins, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. "I love you more. Please call me whenever you're feeling like this and I'm not around. I will never not want to be here for you, and I'm so sorry I've been stuck at practice. I'll try to visit more."

You lean up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. "It's okay. I'm grateful for your visits no matter what."

As he tucked the both of you under a pile of fluffy blankets, putting on your favourite movie after claiming 'schoolwork poisons the mind', you came to one important realisation. Gyuvin really was your safe place, and you wanted to stay in his arms forever.

[definitelynotshouting]

Parking Lot - Atlas Ivy (a lot of Atlas’s music seems to fit hunger AU to me)

(this song is probably best fitting for after Grian’s 2nd attempt and after he has already began trying to recover)

“The drink in my hand starts to shake” - Reminds me of Grian trying and failing to open the bottle of water.

“As the hope in my mind starts to break

Are the gods not happy with the progress I've made?

Hasn't illness taken all it can take?” - Healing isn't linear, Grian is going to be fighting an uphill battle, maybe for the rest of his life. 

“Taking all my plans and throwing in a wrench

Is it my mental health or the Marianas Trench?” - He’s going to have relapses and setbacks and those are going to make it feel like nothing he does makes a real difference. He’s going to be tired of fighting but he’s going to have to keep trying because, even if he can’t see it sometimes, progress is being made.

“How can I win if my team only plays defense

And all the best players are stuck on the bench” - Makes me think of Grian, not just feeling like he’s always on the back foot, just trying to repair the damage caused by every unexpected worsening of his mental or physical health, but feeling like he’s relying too much on the other Hermits. That he’s dragging the others down with him and that it makes him weak to need their help.

“Do a face mask or a warm bath or do a shot

Or just lay in bed until your body rots” - Coping mechanisms and how easy it is to fall into harmful ones. Grian has already shown a propensity for dissociation and I’ve personally been headcannoning this has been a problem for a while. That, when the weakness and pain from his malnourishment on Hermitcraft became too much, he tended to just sit or lay in a dark room dissociating until it subsided.

 

“Get my vitamin D but the pavements hot

And the soles of my shoes melt on the parking lot” - Feeling like everything he tries doesn’t really do anything but maybe cause more harm. That it doesn’t do anything to fix the real problem and that failure just makes him feel worse.

“Melatonin's now takеn at eight

Cause I can't stand my thoughts when I'm awakе” -  Back to that dissociation, specifically reminds me of the time Grian has spent dissociating through the nights of the current chapters.

“There is no cause, still my body aches

And the home I built meets an earthquake” - Feeling like any progress and sense of security of safety he has built can be destroyed any second by his mental health taking a dive without any clear cause.

“Can somebody show me

A coping strategy

That takes me from reality

But doesn't kill my body” -  More dissociation and bad coping mechanisms. That desire to just fall away from everything, let the hurt be drowned out by a blanket of static, even though he knows it doesn’t really help.

“Cause I've stunted my growth

I've filled my lungs with smoke” - All the damage that has already been done to his physical health. We’ve seen with Grian true form that Grian has literally stunted his growth by starving himself.

“And yeah it puts on a good show

But I've lost my glow” - Grian not having the energy to do things like play pranks or have fun with the others. The way some of the Hermits react to finding out how much of the Grian they knew was an attempt to hide how he was constantly breaking down now that he doesn’t have the energy to pretend to be fine.

OHHHH I LOVE THIS,,,, ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS ANALYSIS I LOVE THE THOUGHT YOUVE PUT BEHIND EACH LINE OF THE LYRICS..... i havent had the time to listen to the song just yet but MAN this is so cool thank you for sharing it with me :DDD i'll be sure to give the song a listen :D

[moonahstone]

(ignore the fact I straight up forgot I had tumblr and pretend I don't disapear regularly)

You've seen the season 5 trailer, I've seen the season 5 trailer, you know my brain is instinctively rotting with no regard to my own health so lets cut to the chase on a run down of said trailer and what the hell I think is going on in it!! Plz excuse the low quality images and if you don't want to see anything from the trailer do not open this next part <3

Something big is coming. Initially my mind went to potential kid at button house but the rest of the trailer kind of had me leaning elsewhere to the idea of them having to move? I'll go into more detail but either or of them feel like they could fit for "life changing" as both having a kid and moving houses are massive steps in life. I'm kind of hoping for the former because there could be a really cute story line there but also the latter is where I'm placing most my bets.

BARCLEY! MY LEAST FAVOURITE AND FAVOURITE GUY AT THE EXACT SAME TIME! I HATE EVERYTHING HE DOES IN A GOOD WAY! No but seriously, Maybe something happens to him and he sees ghosts? Or maybe he just goes snooping a little too much and gets trapped. If so I'd love it if the ghosts tried to mess with him to get him out and we could get a little Jemima back! Though I'm not sure how old her actress is now so it might now work :|

U good Thomas?

I'm feeling like if Cap's backstory is explored here this could be Pat picking fun at him a little on something related to said backstory? Not necessarily but something along those lines. There isn't a lot of context attached to this but I'm kind of hoping it's something like that. It could be nothing though, this line could have been in any season and I would believe you, it is a very them moment. Maybe though its a little exploration of the Cap's sexuality though? I don't personally think he needs one, I think it's better as it is, making it clear that a LGBT character doesn't need to have a whole coming out scene or anything like that to make them valid, more characters who are gay rather than gay characters. I think I've ranted about that before though and how Cap is the kind of rep I want. If it is something like that though, I don't mind, I still love a good bit of rep!

I mean it is what it says on the tin. They are being investigated for the claims regarding the fire. Thus triggers various theories for me, mostly surrounding the fact that that will not go in their favour and will cause financial difficulty but whatever, these claims will control and be the main plot of this series, like how running the guest house was a focus of series 4.

Not entirely sure? Maybe something associated with the previous thing of the fire but whatever it is if it is to do with the fire then maybe some sort of lawsuit is placed against them? MAybe it's assumed that they started the fire on purpose to claim off of it and they're forced to gather money to pay back some kind of fine? I'm not sure of those legalities but it could work and could lead to an ending of them being forced to leave for financial difficulties. On that maybe it's to do with the loans from season 1 that Mike took out and they simply ran short of cash for paying it back. Regardless, it wouldn't be so significant in the trailer if it wasn't important for the series (probably)

... I'm not happy about this but also I am. The clothes, the room dress, this just is a Kitty flashback. Hey maybe it could be Thomas but it couldn't be anyone later. I don't know when the pineapple became more popularised but everyone's shocked, Kitty was shocked at the concept of a pineapple in earlier seasons and just look at what she is wearing. Whatever episode this is in, this has to be the episode where we find out how Kitty dies.

IDK BUT LOOK AT THIS INCREADIBLE SCREENSHOT I TOOK HE LOOKS DEMONIC

Same to the Kitty point. This has got to be Cap dying. Even if it isn't it's a little bit of backstory because he has his lil hat on! I can't read the signs so I am likely missing a huge context lump but the sumary of it's his backstory stuff I think covers the most part. This too will likely shatter my entire soul

Oh boy that's gonna be a stinger. It looks like older decor in a way so could be a flashback to when older ghosts and Robins friends got sucked off (chance for a little Mary appearance??? PLeaSE) but also the floor (maybe because of the low quality) looks kind of dusty and leafy which likely means nothing but to me it associates with the current disrepair Button house is supposed to be in? That is likely (and hopefully) me reading too much into things but if so, I'm going to bawl either way. Regardless, we will see someone else move on, mostly clear due to what Robin was saying over the top (Something like "There is battle to when one of us go whoomf")

Maybe about Alison and Mike leaving? He's trying to lighten the mood? Or talking about peoples deaths? I know lots of people have said Caps death is probably going to be something very silly and if so this would be a likely appropriate response. Or its him talking about his own death and is one of those things trailers do to make them more editable for adverts as it is the last season, going out with a bang is an appropriate little phrase for them to snip in.

I'm absolutely stuck on this theory that Alison and Mike will be forced to leave Button house at this point, hence Kitty's reaction which would be pretty appropriate, 'nough said.

This feels significant. Like REALLLLLY significant and I can't figure out why. Maybe the framing? I have no clue but currently thinking if it is forced to leave, they had until midnight on a specific day to pay money or if not, maybe the time that the captain died? Maybe he died after being attacked or something while wandering around Button house at midnight and Alison finds out after finding him sleepwalking around the house which he has always done but she's never noticed before. Like how Fanny always throws herself out the window. It would work as well because of the time difference as that clock I believe is about 4 hours behind so if he died at midnight then he'd be walking around at about 4 which would be a bit late for people to be up (ordinarily)

Nothing really to add, just reiterating that they all look pretty crushed and defeated in this screenshot - throwing hands at one theory AGAIN

Sorry for how long this was but in summary: I think the gate house burning will cause massive financial problems for Alison and Mike and they will spend the entire season trying to fix these problem but be unsuccessful. We know how heart-breaking this show can be after all. It would lead to a very tragic but very round ending where Alison and Mike are forced to leave via financial difficulties and they are forced to say goodbye to the ghosts and there could be a heart-breaking scene as they pull away and the ghosts run after the car like children following their parents down the road. The though crushes me a little but I feel like the most logical ending is that they have to leave. If that is how it ends though I think the last line should go to Julian awkwardly standing there as everyone's sobbing and he just kind of goes "... Now what?" I don't know why, I just think it would be funny :D

[hyperfanfictions]

Oh boy, that was quite a break. School sucks, huh?

Anyway, here's a fic for the wonderful wonderland au by, you guessed it, @obamerzslop! let's get into it! This one's a long one!

Fic is under the cut!

Caine let out a hearty laugh as he adjusted his coat. "Oh, your highness, your humor cannot be beat!" He chuckled, pulling a deck of cards from his pockets. "Now, if I could show you a trick-"

"Not so fast, jester." A strangers voice rang out behind Caine. Kinger looked to the doors of his castle, and promptly frowned. "Great, he's here for his favor." Caine turned around, and saw Jax, the prankster cheshire, standing right behind him.

"Oh, hello Jax! It's good to see you!" Caine explained happily, joining his hands together. "Good to see you too." Jax walked straight past Caine and right up to Kinger's throne, not even bowing before ascending the stairs. Ragatha, who was positioned next to Kinger, felt a lump in her throat.

"What do you want, cheshire." Kinger clenched his fist. Jax simply chuckled. "There's no need for a fight, your majesty. I'm just here for that..." He grinned, slowing his tone. "... Favor you owe me."

"Favor? What favor??" Caine tilted his head in confusion. Jax spun on his heel and approached the hatter. Caine backed away slightly. "Jax, what favor do you speak of?"

"Oh, just a game. I helped his majesty find a special belonging, and in return, he'll do something for me."

"That's never good..." Ragatha muttered underneath her breath. Kinger slammed his fist on the armrest of his throne. "Spit out your request or your favor will be denied, cheshire."

"Alright, alright." Jax turned once again to face the royal. "My favor is very simple, your highness, for it is a child's game."

"And this game is?" The royal glared at the cheshire, clearly displeased. Caine swallowed nervously. Jax raised his hands high, as if he were an announcer. "Hide and seek!"

Kinger stared in confusion. "... You did say it was a child's game... But why this one in particular?"

"That doesn't matter in the slightest. I'll go ahead and be the seeker. Better find a hiding spot!" Jax turned to a wall and began to count, causing sheer panic to everyone in the room.

Ragatha ran to the kitchens, servants dashed for the balconies, and janitors hid behind curtains. Kinger looked around in quiet panic, unsure of where to go. Suddenly, he felt Caines hand grab his and drag him to a closet, where they both hid quietly.

"Wha- Why a closet of all places?!" He squirmed anxiously. The closet was not very large, but it fit them both just fine. Caine slowly took off his hat and tossed it outside. "Firstly, closets are an easy spot that no one ever checks. Secondly, my hat will distract Jax. Maybe send him someplace else."

Kinger gripped his cloak nervously. He had never been in such close quarters with the hatter before. And the fact that he had to stay there for the rest of the game, at least until they were found-

It made his heart flutter.

"Okay, the coast is clear! This is really fun, don't you agree!" Caine turned to the royal, only to see him hide his reddened face. "What's wrong, your majesty? Are you sick?" Kinger remained silent. Caine tilted his head, weighing his options.

Out of curiosity, he pushed his luck and crawled closer. Slowly pulling a hand from the king's face, he asked again, "Are you okay, my liege?"

They locked eyes for a moment, Caine seeing Kingers terrified and embarrassed state, Kinger seeing Caines curious and worried eyes. "My lord..." Caine uttered quietly with no intention. Kinger felt warmer at the title. He's used to being called these fancy names, why is it so different from him?

Footsteps could be heard outside the closet. Caine lost his balance(he was on his hands and knees) and fell into Kingers robe. "Ack!-" A gloved hand slammed over Caines mouth in a panic, silencing him. Kinger held the hatter close, hushing him as he stared at the doors.

Caines face felt warm. He had never realized how soft the king's robe was. Being this close to the King was strange, too. He felt warm- safe.

When the footsteps finally faded, Kingers hand left Caines face. "Phew... This is quite a stressful game. Caine?" He looked down at the hatter, who had completely buried himself in his robe. Kinger's eyes lit up.

"... Ah, uh. This is awkward." Caine lifted himself from Kingers chest and backed away, fixing his coat. "You're fine, hatter. When does this game end?"

"I'm not sure. Of course, you can always end the game..."

"What game?" Gangle Dee's soft voice rang from outside the closet, startling them both. Kinger opened the doors and saw the twin masks, Dee and Dum, standing outside.

"... How long have you two been standing there?" Caine gripped his shirt. Dum stuffed her pockets full of sweets. "We've been here for 5 minutes. The castle doors had a note tacked to it that said the King was dead and the castle was for sale."

"That damn cat!" Kinger punched the walls of the closet. He immediately got up, called his guards and demanded that they usher every civilian out of the castle. With a sigh, he turned back to the twins. "Thank you for telling me of the note, twins. Do you want a reward?"

"Uhm..." Dee wringed her hands nervously. Dum waved them excitedly. "Can we get some boxes of fabric? We wanna try making dresses!!" Caine quietly left the closet. Kinger smiled and nodded. "Yay!!" The twins cheered and ran away, skipping and singing their hearts out.

"... I apologize for the embarrassment, your highness." Caine uttered quietly as he lifted his hat from the ground. Kinger shook his head in denial. "You've no need to apologize, Caine. It's my fault this happened, I owed that cheshire the favor. This will never happen again."

"Hah, right you are, your highness! Right..." Caine looked down at the ground nervously.

He may not feel that safe again.

[laincelebi]

I have seen there have been some alterations in Yukari's social link, not a fan of those to be honest, but I understand these were made due to you not needing to romance all the girls but still... I think they could have done a bit different and some were not even necessary. so my thoughts after the cut if you want to read to avoid leaving spoilers in the open.

So lets start with the reversal hug....yeah they went p3p route of changing to "but you are a girl" which honestly I am not very upset about, even though I like the original dialog Yukari says when you pick that option.

one thing that I feel like wasn't a good change was how now Makoto tries to talk to the punks instead of just running and punching them. I like that detail a lot about him, how the option to help Yukari was basically no questions asked, see some jerks intimidating his friend/crush, just punch the guys.

Next, how Yukari now doesn't tell him to not invite anyone else, to just be the 2 of them when talking about going on a trip, but Makoto can say that they should go the 2 of them. I honestly don't get why this was changed, There are many other moments that were kept that show that Yukari is romantically interested in him through her social link so this change is a bit weird to me.

Now rank 9, I understand they had to change it to make the friendship option, and its not really a real issue but changes one aspect I always liked about their relationship.

Rank 9 now gives you the option to say "I love you" to Yukari to go the romantic path. and that's cute and all, but one thing I liked in the original was, they never had to say that to each other. they had this mutual understanding, they didn't need to spell it out, it gave the impression their relationship evolved naturally from friends to lovers.

In the original Yukari would say she love him in rank 10(reload too) but that is much more "hey I know you know this already but I will say", so Makoto saying that changes a bit this dynamic to me. in a way I wish it was some other option like "were not my feelings clear enough" or something better worded but with the meaning of "we both know the answer to this." and I think it would fit fine with the rest of the dialog.

There is also the point that if Makoto says he loves her, doesn't make much sense to me she would say "I want you to only have eyes for me", that's already implied.

And rank 10 has a few weird choices... in the original they would be talking to each other sitting on the floor, she would say that if she is loud people might find out. and they continue talking for a bit before Yukari gives him her phone strap, when in reload that was cut short.

And to me that also feels like it harms a bit their dynamic, cause it was cute how much they seem to be talking to each other, Yukari says one thing that makes Makoto tease her and they just continue to have a good time. When in reload its more direct. Also...removing the hug from rank 10 was weird imo, like i guess they moved it to rank 9 but dont know I liked where it was in rank 10.

This last bit I am unsure now but I faintly remember Yukari asking Makoto to go to her room with the excuse of playing cards... why is this not in reload lol its just so funny, it could be added in her dialog like "let's go to my room...uhmm so we can ....play some cards or something uhmm" it would be a funny nod to the original

Anyway these are just my thoughts on the matter, they don't really ruin the game for me or anything of the sort, are just some nitpicks I have, I just love when a couple don't really need to say they love each other they just know. and well that being said I will just headcanon that some parts are like the original in any works I do so that's fine.

[wanderingaroundwithmysoul]

hc + 💔 for a headcanon about a sad experience

hc + 🤥 for a lie-themed headcanon

hc + 😶 for a headcanon about a secret they know of / keep

hc + 😴 for a sleep-themed headcanon

Below the cut 'cause I kinda went ham

💔 for a HC about a sad experience

Despite her attempts to suck it up, seventeen-year-old Rain cried in her room when Tasha, her girlfriend at the time, moves away and doesn't speak to her again. It turns out Tasha's parents found out about the relationship and cut them off from each other, but Rain doesn't know, so she's upset and kinda angry that the one person she decided to let in (outside of her family) during her school years seems to instantly start ignoring her.

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The first time Bad Rain sees one of her comrades die (a Kaplan), she's genuinely upset about it. It's the only time she gets to feel sad about something like that, though, as her attempt to save him involved her ignoring orders from Red Queen. She's promptly taken in for a reprogramming session to repair her "defects".

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When Good Rain nearly hits Suburban Alice and Becky with her Prius, she's trying to get back home to grab her three dogs. When she finally makes it there sometime after the car crash, she can't find them and doesn't figure out what happened to them.

🤥 for a lie-themed HC

The lies Rain tells most frequently are about how she feels. She's not that injured, she doesn't have a soft spot for that person, she's fine, it's not a big deal, etc... Also, one time she got really hammered and puked in Spence's shoes, then said it wasn't her.

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Due to her programming, it's an actual challenge for Bad Rain to tell lies. If she tries to say anything greater than some little white lie, it's like there's a block in her throat that doesn't let anything but the truth pass.

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Good Rain is a terrible liar. Her tone of voice is entirely unconvincing and almost always gives her away.

😶 for a HC about a secret they know of / keep

The sexuality of her best friend, J.D. This is really only tied to my portrayal of him (though I guess if anyone else writes MLM J.D., it'd be cool to incorporate something like this into his and Rain's dynamic?) Anyway, the first time J.D. ever tried to be intimate with another dude, Rain accidentally barged in on it, and that was how she found out he's bi. He's not out and she promised not to tell anybody, confiding in him that she's not straight either.

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It's not... technically a secret, but Bad Rain thinks it is. She's aware that aside from her superior, Jill, everybody around her is a clone. The truth is, all of the clone soldiers are aware that they're surrounded by clones. However, they're not allowed to discuss that amongst themselves, nor are they aware of their own true nature. They all think they're the original.

😴 for a sleep-themed HC

Rain doesn't like sleeping with the covers on. She'll let them cover her feet and nothing else.

Before the whole apocalypse thing happens, she never sleeps with a shirt on. Just sweats or her boxers.

She has a tendency to drool a lil' bit. And snore.

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Bad Rain usually sleeps sorta like a plank of wood. Just... flat on her back, legs straight out, arms crossed or just one hand resting on her stomach.

Before her programming breaks, she's never able to remember her dreams.

She's a fairly light sleeper. When she wakes up, her eyes will almost always snap open... I don't know why I always want to make the late-apocalypse era clone soldiers weirdly robotic.

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Good Rain loves getting up way before the sun just because. Maybe she'll go on an early jog, maybe she'll simply watch TV or something.

One of her three dogs is usually cuddling with her while she sleeps. Sometimes they all try to fit on her bed, but they're big and there's not enough room.

If the weather's decent enough, she will have the window cracked.