#he would use it for stupid shit too and i love that for him

[bi-writes]

ok wait pause i have a question. first date, but like, real, you are my girlfriend date ? or like how'd they define their relationship (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

he's...fun.

it's just sex. mind-blowing, back-numbing, pussy-destroying sex. this man is pushing 40, and you swear you've never felt so out of breath. you convince yourself it's the military thing--he's used to pushing himself, exerting energy, testing the limits of his stamina. but holy shit, you'd think after round four, this man would take a quick nap or something, but no.

he's still balls-deep, hitting it from the back since you can't even keep yourself upright any longer. your skirt lays haphazardly thrown onto the floor, and oh--there's your panties, too, ripped to lacy shreds.

holy shit, this man is more than ten years older than you, and you've never been so out of your fucking mind--

"tha' the spot, love?" his voice is so condescending. he knows he's got you brainless. there's drool staining your lips, and you paw at the sheets for a better grip, but it's useless.

"y-yes, captain."

the low groan that leaves him makes you smile. he might have the upper hand, but if you really wanted to, you could make him come right now, too fast, too much.

you're in bliss. everything is bliss. you're still recovering from what must be the fifth or sixth orgasm--not as good as the second or third one, but still enough to make you cry fat, pleasured tears. you're shaking, in a good way, sinking to your stomach on the bed and pressing your face into his pillow.

"hmm..." your voice is soft and gooey, and when you take a deep breath, you get a long whiff of him. he smells good. clean. earthy. you tasted cigar smoke in his mouth earlier, and you can smell it here, too. just as you relax, you feel the weight of him on your back, and then his lips. he's kissing along your shoulder to your neck and then up your jaw. you tilt your head to give him room, your eyes shutting as his heard scruffs against your skin and his mouth laps at your chin. "i gotta go, john."

you giggle when he lays his entire body on top of yours, trapping you there. you reach up and grip the back of his neck, whining as he flattens his tongue against your jaw and swirls it there.

"john...i gotta go."

"why?"

"mmm..." you thumb at the hair along his scalp, shaking your head. "don't do this, john."

"not doing anythin'."

"we don't sleep over, john."

"what, is tha' some kind of rule? sounds mad."

you turn over a little, looking up at him. you cup his beard in both hands, giving him a chaste kiss.

"don't ruin it, john," you say softly. "this is supposed to be fun."

he tilts his head to the side. he looks so funny without a hat. you've seen him in a beanie, a boonie hat, a cap, you love them all on him. he looks nice like this, too, though--ass naked with his dog tags dangling against his sweaty pecs.

john's eyes twitch a little at your indifference. he settles on his side, leaning over you, and just as you move to get up, he reaches and grips at your face with a big paw of a hand. you clutch at his forearm, big and solid, and your lips pucker as he pulls you closer to him.

"y'r a bad liar, love," he mutters, shaking his head. "fear doesn't suit you."

"i'm not fucking scared."

"who was it?"

you glare up at him, struggling a bit under him. it's a stupid thing to think that you could get away from him. john is not moveable. he's a big fucking tree trunk of a man, with roots that burrow, and you are truly naïve if you think he'll let you up without an answer.

"shut the fuck up, john," you spit at him, but all he does is raise a brow. he's immune to your bite. he's not phased by your sour attempt at insulting him. in fact, it's what drew him to your bed in the first place--certified brat-tamer, captain john price. "you think you're so fucking smart. think you know everything, just because you've got a few years on me, well let me tell you, john--not everything is a fucking lesson learned. you're a military muppet with a decent cock, and that's all you'll ever be to me."

"tha' right?"

"you'll never put me first. you've got one woman, and that's the job, and that's fucking fine, john, but don't make this something it's not. you're lonely, and old, and your failed relationships don't make you wiser, they make you delusional for thinking that doing this again could ever--"

your breath falters when he kisses you. he squeezes your jaw a little harder, forcing your mouth to open, and you moan, squeezing your thighs together when he licks into your mouth and holds you there for him to play with.

"i do have other obligations. my men, the job..." he brushes the hair out of your eyes, and he presses his forehead to yours when he sees the tremble of your bottom lip and the wet look in your eyes. "but i don't do casual, sweetheart. it's all or nothing f'me."

your hand grips his wrist, squeezing tight, and you blink up at him. he's so close. he's right here. blue eyes, greying beard, a sad expression. he's not afraid of dying alone, but he is afraid of wasting time.

"please don't do this to me, john." your voice cracks, and he shrugs. he's sorry, but he's not sorry enough. not enough to let you go--and you're not strong enough to tell him no. it has to be him, but it won't be.

"it's alright," john whispers, but he knows it won't be. he's known you not but a few weeks, but he's made up his mind. he doesn't understand casual. even from the moment he saw you in that bar, it wasn't fleeting, it was definitive. it would be his. you would be his.

even if you were actually someone else's. even if you were bound to someone else. even if you weren't alone, it was already decided.

john's teeth are stuck here, right here, in the hollow of your throat. his fingers are twisted between the chords of your heart and in the spaces between your ribs. if he lets go, he'll break you apart.

so he's never going to let go.

[rosy-hollow]

Toji...underestimates his own strength sometimes.

And you know this - the man has probably broken the furniture in your house far more times than you can count (by accident of course) but it still never failed to amuse you.

The two of you had met while you were on a business trip to Japan - and immediately the two of you hit it off after the burly man had saved you from some random drunk off the streets of Okinawa.

However, you were in Japan for a business trip - and thus once your time there was up, you were forced to move back to America.

It was a strange dynamic the two of you had, not fully long distance because you two always tried to fly in and spend time with each other as much as possible - and as much of a hassle that it was, you made it work.

Eventually, Toji had decided to move in with you in the United States, and to say the very least... it was a major culture shock.

Learning English was one thing (seriously, how many sounds can 'ough' make?!) but American life was a stark contrast to the Japanese way of living that Toji sometimes found it difficult to wrap his mind around.

You made it easier though. He would never admit it- but the only reason he went through all of this was because of you.

It was strange, Toji never thought he'd get so attached to someone that he'd uproot his entire life and move across the world just to be with the one he loved, but you made it worth it.

Your laugh, your smile, your kindness, your witty banter - Toji would move planets if he could just be with you a second longer. You were like a drug - addicting and euphoric. No amount of rehab could get him over you.

But the main thing about America that captivated Toji's interest? (other than you)

Football.

And by football, I mean American football. To Toji's knowledge, football was what the Americans called 'soccer', but here, football was a whole different story.

You had put it on one day, for the hell of it - you weren't entirely into sports that much, but you understood the basics of the game. Toji at first thought it was stupid, why the fuck would he give a shit about big beefy men throwing around a deformed ball?

But begrudgingly, your boyfriend got oddly into it, going so far as to buy you both matching jerseys and keep tabs on the progressions of each game.

You thought it was cute - how into it he got, yelling and pouting at the screen in ways that he would deny later on as if the players on the TV could hear him.

Tonight was no different, Toji relaxing on the couch with you pressed up against him, reading a book, with the semi-finals of whatever football tournament he was following - when suddenly:

CRASH!

You blink momentarily, beer dripping down your shirt as Toji stares what used to be his beer can, the can now completely decimated by your boyfriend's death grip.

You gape at him in shock - your boyfriend turning uncharacteristically bright red.

"Did you just-"

"Shut up."

"Toji, that's the third time this week-"

"I know-"

"You're so lucky it didn't get on my book or you'd be so dead right now."

A/N: in honor of the super bowl heh - toji would so be a football dad (he probably bets on the games all the time too)

[dumbgoondog]

Sukuna NSFW Alphabet

MDNI +18 NSFW

Cw/Tw - cannibalism, blood, pregnancy

(A)ftercare - Your brains are mush, you’re covered in bruises, tears stain your face, wrists sore, bleeding in places from nails and biting, voice hoarse and dry. Then here he is, the disgraced one, the fallen, the king of curses, the man who fucked you like he hated you! Here he is gently scooping you up, massaging you, purring, his stomach mouth affectionately licking at any wounds. Carrying you to the bath, holding you to himself in the water, washing you gently, your body and hair. Using RCT output to ease any pain and aches. Praising you and treasuring you. PLEASE remember that your dom needs aftercare too. He needs to know you love him, that he wasn���t too rough, that he isn’t a monster to you. Please let him be gentle with you and you acknowledge it.

(B)ody Part - your hands. Not because it’s sexual but because if he goes blind he’ll know the gentle touch of your hands, he’ll know how you feel. How your hands don’t shy away from him, how you don’t hesitate to hold his hands. But also yes, he loves your hands grabbing at him, holding his face, stroking him, pinned beneath one of his hands.

(C)um - inside. Bella that your mouth or your hole(s). There’s a LOT so it will spill out and get every where. He likes watching it overflow

(D)irty Secret - this man has no dirty secrets. He tells it to you like it is and how he wants it… there is one thing tho. He wants to eat you. Like a religious act of worship and devotion to himself. You thought I was gonna say you yeah? Nah, that bitch has an ego. He will heal you after tho so no worries!

(E)xperience - None. Ryomen No Bitches Sukuna. I do not think he took any concubines, or consorts or anything of the sort. Pleasures of the mortal flesh… you think anyone could find pleasure in his visage without being batshit or forced? (Yorozu.) he would never force anyone too and would rather not be aware that they’re doing it for power but think he’s repulsive. that is until you.

(F)avorite Position - riding, facing him, on his throne. He likes watching you, and his stomach mouth likes licking you. This giant grabs you with all four arms and is using you like a fleshlight.

(G)oofy - He’s goofy. I see to many people make him so deadpan and stoic and “ooo I’m such a cool and sadistic top”. Bro bffr, this bitch incarnated and came out kicking his feet giggling goin “Women and children!!! Maggots for the slaughter!!!” And ripped. Off. His. Shirt. He was dancing dodging Fushiguro in their first fight. He took a bow when fighting Maharaga. He’s so silly. He praises and encourages his opponents in battle even! If something dumb happens or there’s a funny noise he’s gonna laugh. He wants you to laugh at him if he does something stupid too!

(H)air - thick messy pink hair, happy trail, and a trail down his balls too. Washed, semi groomed, smells pretty okay tbh. Light metallic undertone tho. It’s the blood of his foes.

(I)ntimacy - he fucks you like a wild beast. Growling, snarling, no words, biting, grunting. The moment you use a safe word? The moment somethings wrong? He’s stopping to make sure he hasn’t gone too far.

He’s also secretly a romantic. He knows flower language very well, and gets you flowers often(regardless of gender.) flower language and symbolism was big in the heian era, so was poetry. Sometimes he writes you poems never show anyone tho. They’re just for you.

(J)ack off - sometimes. Great stress reliever, passes time, helps when he’s bored, thinks it’s funny when he does it on his throne and there are his servants just having to stand on standby. What a power move.

(K)ink - blood, obviously. Biting and marking, duh. But hear me out on this. Primal. I’m talking hunt chase, both of you acting feral, like prey and predator. ABO that shit I guess. Submit to baser instincts, no talking just raw noises. Yeah I’m so right y’all don’t even know it(now you do tho)

(L)ocation - the throne is to obvious, the bed is a classic…and honestly I think it’s the bed. I got no reasons, just is how it is.

(M)otivation - working out, sparring, or after eating a big meal. Something about those activities puts him in the mood.

(N)o - He will not involve Uraume, he found them when they were a young kid and has helped raise them. Even if not related he was a late teen/young adult and he raised them from bein little

(O)ral - No, he HATES putting you in his mouth cause you taste baaaaddd. Fuck he loves eating, sucking, licking, he’s a hungry man. A big hungry man. Any position, anytime, let him use his stomach mouth. He knows it’s big and his teeth are sharp but god he loves having you ride his tongue and kiss you, watch you squirm.

(P)ace - he’s rough, hard, and a medium pace. Fast isn’t always good, especially when he likes being precise with every thrust. Feeling you squeeze and his tip bullying into you.

(Q)uicky - sometimes, it only if he’s getting to eat or suck you off. Quickys don’t work when you’re as big as him, you need prepping! He wishes though. He’s kinda a perv cuz he wants you smell like him and full of his cum often.

(R)isk - he’s up to try new things! There are some things he doesn’t understand and might make fun of tho. Like feet. He feels like a guy who mocks feet lovers. He doesn’t want to try it, he doesn’t care he “might” like it, he thinks it’s stupid.(his loss tbh)

(S)tamina - Much to the horror of everyone, like Kenjaku, he hasn’t tapped out ever. Despite his sweating and panting he isn’t done. Tbh he might have more stamina than Kenjaku. I need Sukuna bitching Kenjaku…

(T)oys - he fucking loves watching you use toys on yourself, not much on himself tho. He’s a freak fr fr cuz he got you plugs so after he’s cum in you he’ll plug you up. You better believe they’re custom too, it’s his blood as a jewel on the end. He’s so smug about it.

(U)nfair - as much as he loved teasing or you being a brat, he’s pretty patient but once he’s ready to go it all stops. He does like teasing you in public and some light humiliation in front of friends!

(V)olume - Growls. Grunts. Groans. Feral noises. He’s not loud loud, but he ain’t quiet. For any passing by it sounds like an animal is fighting someone in there.

(W)ild Card - he doesn’t have a pregnancy kink. Let me make that very clear. However. If he can get you pregnant expect his hands on you constantly. He’s super protective and clingy, always needs to be touching your belly. It will get annoying, cause he won’t let you piss alone. He’s also stealing titty milk. He says it’s to help you and the baby but you know he’s just a little freak. Back to the baby tho. He genuinely might start hiding the bad that he does because for once he’s like “I’m not destroying or cursing, I’m creating life, something precious.” He does have some outbursts tho and might go on rampages cuz he’s so stressed, scared, and full of emotions. He NEVER takes it out on you tho.

(X)-ray - it’s that ancient Japanese thong. He refused anything else. It’s comfortable, breathable, and one of the one things that doesn’t squeeze the life out of his dicks.

(Y)es - Worship roleplay, sacrifice roleplay, he likes it! Him being THE Ryomen Sukuna, and getting to play into that is fun! He’d be up for a “captured the king of curses and having your way with him” roleplay too.

(Z)zz - Cuddle up after a bath, eat a bit, and then he’s snoring. Or is he practicing his bear impression? Either way get comfy, if you’re not sleeping, you sure as hell aren’t leaving.

[fuctacles]

If you saw the snippets where i fucked up the timeline no u didnt.

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"What's his name?" Steve asks, playing with the bunny's paw. The only time he let go of him since last night was to use the bathroom.

"Frankenbunny," Eddie answers, and smiles when Steve snorts after hearing it. "My grandma made him from fabric scraps grandpa would bring from work. I've made the vest, though." He stretches and blinks his eyes open properly, in time to see Steve's impressed expression.

"Really?"

"Well, Wayne helped," he added. "It's actually made from the same jacket I turned into my vest." 

"Oh, that's so cool!" Steve turns the bunny around to take a better look at the details. The tiny vest even has frayed edges and Dio stitched on the back. "You guys match."

Eddie snorts. 

"Yeah, we're both full of stitches," he points out dryly. 

Steve hums, pressing the toy closer to his face. It's something he's done before sleep, too, but last night Eddie wrote it off as a drunken mirage.

"And both pretty handsome fellas," he says, face half-hidden behind the bunny. He opens one eye, looking from under his eyelashes shyly, trying to gauge Eddie's reaction. 

Which, Eddie would love to know and understand as well.

"Oh, I don't know," he shrugs, reaching out to poke at Frankenbunny's face. "He doesn't have the signature Munson dimples." When in doubt, joke, as the Denial Decalogue says. 

Steve hums. 

"Yeah, I guess he can't hold a candle to the real thing. Not as talkative, for one."

Eddie can't help but stare, still leaning over his friend as he processes what he's heard. 

"You like my constant yapping?" he asks in surprise. Even his uncle seems tired of it, at times. Only his players appreciate his word flow, but that's with benefit to them.

"Of course." Steve focuses his attention back on the toy. "When you talk, I don't have to, I can just listen. And that's good because I tend to say some stupid shit," he says, almost absentmindedly. "This way, I'm not the dumb one in the room for once."

The casual innocence of his voice makes the meaning of his words miss Eddie completely until the air waves hit his other ear. 

"Oh, you little..."

As Steve's cheeky smirk grows, he pounces. 

Frankenbunny falls away, the hands holding him now focused on guarding all the ticklish spots. 

"Eddie!" Steve laughs, trying to grasp his wrists and squirm away. "We need to be quiet." 

"Should have though of it before being a brat!" Eddie grins at him, doubling his efforts and moving to pin him in place. 

Steve makes a distressed sound and writhes under him, bending hard enough it dislodges Eddie off of him but also, off the bed. He falls down with a surprised squeak.

"Sorry!" Steve barely suppresses his laugh when he looks down at him. "You alright?"

"No," Eddie groans, splayed on the floor. "I got back-stabbed."

"The dramatics are intact, you'll be fine," he rolls his eyes and steps over him. Eddie makes an even more wounded sound, but Steve ignores him, choosing to look for something comfy to wear instead. He throws a tshirt that doesn't smell of barbecue at Eddie's face, mistakenly assuming that's it—they are going to leave his bedroom and start on breakfast for the others. 

Wrong.

As soon as he has a pick of clothes in his hand, and is trying to get to the bathroom, Eddie grabs his ankle. He makes an undignified yelp and lands on the other boy. Which, serves him well. 

They roll on his carpet in an impromptu wrestling match, grinning at each other and muffling their laughs, trying to get the upper hand. 

Until Steve snaps his teeth at Eddie.

They freeze, two pairs of wide eyes staring at the other in silence. 

Steve moves first, backing away and almost falling over Eddie's knees. 

"Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that," he explains quickly, scrambling to get off his friend. Eddie doesn't stop him, just stares openly at the mesmerizing specimen in front of him.

"That was so fucking hot."

"I don't know why I did—what?" Steve sits back on his haunches, eyes even wider as he stares at Eddie. At his wild hair splayed around his head, at his flushed face. The sliver of skin visible where his shirt has ridden up while they were roughhousing. 

"What?" he parrots, licking his lips nervously. 

"What did you just say?" Steve presses, voice turning desperate, pressing. But Eddie seals his mouth into a tight line. Lead by a hunch, he looks for his answer down the line of his body.

"Hey!" Eddie protests, sitting up and pulling his shirt down. But it was too late, the tent in his pants has been seen. "What the fuck, man?!" he hisses, his face red and eyes wide in panic. 

"Sorry, I—" Steve bites his lip. "But I snapped at you? That's weird, right?"

"Well, I'm apparently into weird, so..." Eddie trails off, looking away. Pointedly avoiding Steve's searching eyes. 

"You're into it?" he prods, but all Eddie can give him is a shrug. It's too fresh of a feeling to properly explain. Hell, he hasn't full came to terms with it himself yet. 

"Is it like a... a sex thing?" Steve tries again. 

"Maybe? Probably? I don't know!" Eddie snaps defensively, folding in on himself to hide his thankfully wilting erection. 

Steve's silence is terrifying, and when he looks up, he finds his eyes still studying him.

"Quit staring, man," he mumbles, squeezing his thighs together. "I'm sorry."

"Don't." Steve shakes his head. "It's fine, it happens. But just... don't move for a second."

"It happens," Eddie is muttering mockingly, when the rest of his friend's words register in his brain. "What?" But Steve is already too close, and he can't escape. Not that he wants to. "Steve," he says quietly, between a warning and a plea, when warm breath hits his neck.

Steve is sniffing him. At the crook of his neck, where undoubtedly his embarrassment has gathered in a pool of sweat.

He's terrified in a way that has nothing to do with fear. Worried what Steve might smell on him, when his surprisingly cold nose brushes his skin. 

Or maybe it's him running hot with whatever has just transpired. 

Eddie flinches at the touch and Steve moves away, his eyes big and warm with something he can't read. 

"You're fine," he says, and it sounds more like a relief of his own than reassurance for Eddie. "I'm into weird too."

Eddie looks at him quizzically, until he realizes it's not Steve's face holding his answers. He trails his gaze down, and immediately aims it back upward, over-correcting towards the heavens, where maybe he'll get some guidance.

"Shit," he croaks out from his closed up throat. Steve is way too close to him too, from his impromptu sniffing session. Eddie coughs to clear his airways. "Why did you smell me? Is it that bad?" he jokes, but has a feeling Steve won't take the out. Not with the curious way he's looking at him. 

"You smell like want," he answers with painful honesty. "Embarrassment."

Eddie blushes at that one. Well, yeah. Popping a boner in front of your, uh, something, will do that to a man.

"But also joy, affection," Steve continues. "And no fear."

"Why would I fear you? We were just playing around. It's not like you're gonna bite me," he focuses on the safest option. He's not unpacking his feelings for Steve first thing in the morning. Maybe after a coffee. 

It's Steve's turn to go beet red. 

"Sometimes I want to."

"What?" 

He shuffles back sheepishly. 

"Sometimes I see you and I really, really wanna bite you."

Eddie stares at him.

"In like, a werewolf way?" he asks dumbly, earning himself a flat look.

"I think we've established this is not how werewolves are made. I meant in, like, a playful way," he explains. "Like, I'm so excited and happy I can't hold it in anymore, way."

He wants to ask if it's a pack thing, but bites his tongue, not sure if anyone has even taught Steve pack rituals. The guy is going through pure instincts alone, and should be supported in it, so really, there's only one thing he can say.

"Well, why won't you?"

They stare at each other in stunned silence, until a clatter comes from downstairs.

"Steeeeve! The express is doing it again!"

Eddie deflates with a groan, falling back onto the carpet. What the fuck did he just say? He won't survive this crush. Steve will be no help, as he's now hovering over his body.

"We'll get back to this," he says quietly, in a promise or a warning, before clambering upright and out of the room, yelling at Robin.

"Do not press the fucking button!"

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[lilliths-not-just-httyd-blog]

every time people find a reason to start clowning on david seymour, i've learned to immediately ask myself "did he manufacture this himself and what he is trying to overshadow?"

it's very fun and cathartic to clown on the guy, don't get me wrong. but i do genuinely worry that, in many cases, he's aware that we love doing it, and is trying to bait us in one direction by making a scene of himself so that we're not looking in another when something important is happening. think how the woke sushi meme, for a while there, was seeming to overshadow the actual important discussions about kids not being fed.

news headlines will latch onto whatever is eye catching. sometimes it's the shock value, sometimes it's the absurdity, sometimes it's the comedic aspects. and i have to wonder if david is intentionally conducting himself in a way that tricks people into latching onto those eye catching spectacles.

there is no way this man is dumb enough to believe that everyone likes him and his policies. he's arrogant but he's not that dumb. and i'm sure he knows that he can leverage our hatred of him for his own gain.

i'm beginning to really believe that privatisation has been the goal from the start. it would be very easy. you simply implement a bunch of really shitty policies that fuck up the economy even more than it already was. you keep making shit worse on purpose until public services such as healthcare, ferries, social housing, all this shit is barely afloat. and right when it's about to go under, you sell it off to private firms for a cheap price. easy two step privatisation scheme. and all the while you distract everyone with unserious scandals like woke sushi and land rovers.

keep your eyes open for as long as these guys are in power. i do not trust these fuckers with anything. i'm very concerned that there's some major scheme in the works here that we're all falling victim to, something designed to strip us of public services. hell, even the fucking treaty principles bill could be a massive part of that scheme. look how massive a shitstorm that's caused; and rightly fucking so, anyone who messes with te tiriti needs to be held to account. but why the fuck is david so damn committed to this stupid fucking bill which he KNOWS will not and should not ever pass? (other than the fact that he'd a racist todger)

what else are they trying to distract us from seeing?

fight as many of these shitty bills as you can. regardless of whether it's all connected to a wider scheme or not, whether david is intentionally trying to distract us or not, whether i'm right or wrong, they still need to be fought. the economy is still being massacred regardless. bigotry is rampant among the elite. people are suffering. there's obvious government lobbying and corruption going on. we can't let anything slip under the radar.

and sweet fuck, i hope i'm just reading too far into things. if only so i don't have to give david the credit of being that intelligent ;-;

[oh-no-its-bird]

This is a stupid one so gear up for that, but;

The Akatsuki celebrate Christmas with some sort of secret santa / gift swap thing.

Deidara gets Tobi, and is really mad about it because he'd gotten Tobi last year and ended up being mocked for his shitty gift giving skills (among other things)

This leads him to basically go, "shit ok fine. I will give this motherfucker THE best gift. A gift so good he will have no choice but to shut the hell up and just say thank you"

And so he's agonizing over what to give him, because also Tobi is a fucking weirdo and it's so hard to predict him. Deidara could spend hours of time thinking something up and then and hundreds of ryo actually getting something and the freak would make fun of it somehow, but if he got him a misshapen snail shell off the side of the road he might lose his mind in gratitude.

So this is like, a whole puzzle really

Then, he has it. Isn't there some Konoha nin the guy is not so subtly obsessed with...?

So yeah, Deidara kidnapping Kakashi (possibly roping someone else into helping him) as a surprise Christmas gift for Tobi.

This is about to be the worst most humiliating thing to ever happen to Kakashi.

We're going the itadei route because I love itadei, Deidara somehow ropes Itachi (and Kisame) into helping him kidnap Kakashi.

Deidara originally goes for Kisame for help thinking smthn up to get for Tobi, since they seem to get along, and Kisame is the one to mention his Kakashi obsession.

Deidara is like, "oh fuck???" And announces his new plans

Itachi is within earshot and makes a comment on how that's a stupid fucking idea, and seeing as Deidara couldn't even take him down, he'd count his chances with Kakashi.

(Which. Is a bit of an odd scale but don't think ab it too long)

Deidara is like "bitch??? So you can do better?? Huh???"

And Itachi is like "not that I would want to throw myself into such a useless fight. But yes, I could do infinitely better than you. In a lot of aspects in, frankly."

So this devolves and basically Itachi ends up tripping and falling and accidentally volunteering himself to help kidnap Kakashi.

Which, by the way, is not really something either he OR Deidara wants. But he's here now, so.

(*Itadei noises*)

Kisame also possibly ends up coming along for the ride too

So anyways, these guys head off to kidnap Kakashi !! Good for them.

Umm skipping through the entire adventure, Deidara and Itachi bicker (Deidara much louder than Itachi) Kisame treats this whole thing like it's a free comedy show, things (inevitably) get blown up, and, of course, Kakashi is ambushed

So like. Akatsuki, right? Terrorist organization with a goal of doing nefarious things to Jinchuriki. Obviously, Kakashi is kidnapped by them and assumes the worst.

He's a high ranking jonin, ex ANBU captain, close to multiple Hokages, and they were clearly directly targeting him. So yk, he's on guard. Tries to escape several times over, till Itachi dumps him head first in a genjutsu

(one that he loosens when it's Deidara's turn to keep watch, to give him someone to actually watch over so he can "feel useful" (and to annoy him)) <- this is also very disorienting for Kakashi

But instead of torturing Kakashi, when they arribe at their base they ?? Wrap him in ribbons ?? Like a fucking Christmas gift ???

Kakashi has no idea what is going on.

And then they dump him in what is clearly some guys bedroom ???? Without much else security ?????

Kakashi has no idea whats going on.

They do share a bit, and like, Kakashi picks up on what's happening pretty quick (though it makes the entire thing no less insane)

Apparently one of the Akatsuki members is... really into him...? Which, actually, is incredibly valuable information to have.

In general this entire thing is super educational for Kakashi— Deidara doesn't give a fuck what Akatsuki secrets he may let loose, Itachi is checked out from all of this and doesn't care enough to stop Deidara from running his mouth, and Kisame is somewhere in the realm of "as long as they don't talk about anything of our mission, it's probably fine?"

So like. Kakashi is learning things rn. Valuable things. Names and dynamics and whatever the fuck is happening in Itachi's corner of the world (that last bit he's especially interested in, both bc Konoha defect, Sasuke's older brother, and also just. Hey, he helped train that guy. Team ro nostalgia or whatever. There's something there)

They don't... seem to be interested in harming him...?

So for now, even as they leave him in a room he could maybe escape from if he tried to, he kinda self assigns himself a lowkey infiltration mission. A classic "get into their camps via being a prisoner but spy on them from the inside, since that position sees more than the outside anyways."

Which is to say: he doesn't try to escape.

Instead, he buckles in to wait and see where this takes him

So anyways then Obito gets back from wherever he's been off screen. Doing terrorism, probably. And he's also just in time for the akatsuki Christmas party, yippie

And Deidara is like, swanning around, nose in the air, "oh Tobi you'll NEVER guess what gift I got you... really you'll never guess... but it is GREAT and I am winning Christmas FOREVER after this"

And Obito is kinda curious but not too optimistic (he's like 80% sure it's gonna be another clay sculpture that blows up in his face like last year. Though maybe this year it'll be shaped like something he likes...?)

But he's in Tobi mode so he's giggling and going "omg senpai I can't wait <33 I hope you got me a cool stick teehee"

And then Deidara guides him to his own room, and they have a bit of an audience just from how fucking loud Deidara has been bragging about this (also multiple people at this point know what he did and they want to see the reactions)

And Obito opens his door.

And it's.

Kakashi.

In his room.

On his bed.

In an Akatsuki uniform. Wrapped in ribbons.

And they make eye contact. And Kakashi goes, "Maah, I don't suppose you're—"

Obito closes the door.

Obito opens the door back up again.

"That was a little rude, don't you—"

Obito closes the door.

Obito crouches on the floor, just, head in his hands. He might be hyperventilating a little bit.

Deidara is directly over his shoulder going "Huh? Huh? What do you think? Are you speechless or what? Hey, where's my thanks? Do you know how hard this was to do? I had to deal with fucking Itachi to do this, you know, so—"

And Obito, not in his Tobi voice but in his real, much deeper normal voice, interrupts him with, "I need you to shut the fuck up right now"

Deidara does shut up, actually. Miracle that that is. For all of like 10 seconds and mostly out of shock.

But then he's very much NOT shutting up as he puts his hands on his hips and starts going off about how this was SUPER HARD TO DO and Tobi BETTER BE FUCKING GRATEFUL !!!!!!!!!!

Obito is still crouched on the floor with his head in his hands going through every emotion known to man at once.

Kisame and Itachi are directly behind them eating popcorn w some other misc Akatsuki

Obito finally finds his words, which are "you KIDNAPPED KAkAshi??????!???????"

And Deidara is like "YEAH BITCH SINCE YOURE SUCH A SAPPY LITTLE PUPPY DOG FOR HIM I THOUGHT ID GO ABOVE AND BEYOND AS YOUR SENPAI !!! BUT IF YOURE GONNA BE UNGRATEFUL ABOUT IT THEN MAYBE ILL JUST GIVE HIM TO SOMEONE ELSE THEN!!!!"

and Obito is like "YOU CANT JUST G IV e HIM TO PEOPLE !!! HES— HES KAKASHI—!!!" and then quickly corrects himself with, "I MEAN— HE'S A MAN!!!!!"

and Deidara is like "ILL GIVE ANYONE TO ANYONE I DAMN PLEASE!!!!" and whirls around and points at Kisame and goes "YOU. DO YOU WANT HIM?"

And Kisame, who doesn't want him but thinks this whole thing is very funny, just goes, "he's cute."

Which sets Obito off in an entirely different direction, bc now he's screaming about how NO ONE IS GETTING KAKASHI because they are going to PUT HIM BACK IN KONOHA WHERE HE BELONGS

And Deidara is fully screaming too now because he went through SO MUCH FUCKING WORK TO GET THIS MAN HERE!!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD HE WAS TO CATCH!!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS TO SUBDUE HIM!!!!! AND HE HAD TO DEAL WITH ITACHI THE WHOLE TIME!!!!!!! THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME!!!!!!!! HIS SMUG ANNOYING ATTITUDE!!!!!!!!!

Itachi continues to eat his popcorn.

Obito and Deidara continue screaming at eachother till Deidara finally goes MOTHERFUCKER YOU ARE NOT WASTING MY HARD WORK and pushes Obito into the room then locks it.

Kakashi, who has heard absoloutley every word that was screamed directly outside his door, and also now feels a lot more safe and secure about his current situation (even as he has come to the tragic conclusion that he was kidnapped by idiots), gives a little bit of a wiggle and goes,

"I don't suppose you could untie me?"

Now. Obito could technically escape, either way kamui or just shifting through the walls

But it would require giving away one of his his trump cards to Kakashi. And also he... well. He does want to, to be clear. He is crawling out of his fucking skin with the desire to be anywhere but here

But at the same time, he... doesn't want to waste this opportunity to just be looked at by Kakashi

Not hiding in the shadows, invisible.

So anyways Obito and Kakashi like, talk idk. Maybe they kiss, who knows.

Kakashi is now fully aware that this guy is apparently a freak about him (and a stalker??? The others mentioned him knowing things he should not know about Kakashi, which is worrying) and he will use this knowledge to his advantage

Obito is not immune to Kakashi taking advantage of him somehow, nor is he immune to potentially letting Kakashi take advantage/trick him somehow, while pretending to be ignorant and keeping that supposed ignorance as a shield to justify to himself why it happened at all

What exactly happens in that room and what happens next is up for the readers to decide, have fun with that

Anyways. Next Christmas Deidara gets Itachi and is, yet again, really fucking mad about it.

He gets way overly invested in giving him the "best" gift, seeing it as an opportunity to "make that bastard be humble and say thank you"

And then because apparently all Deidara seems to know how to fucking do is kidnap people, (tho to be fair, "kidnapping people" is like one of the core foundations of the Akatsuki) he decides a great gift would be kidnapping that little brother of Itachi's for him !!!

He can kill him, torture him, whatever— Deidara doesn't care, he just wants the credit. Man, he's such a good gift giver.

Obviously, handing over the "present" (a terrified Sasuke) goes about as well as Obito's own Christmas gift the previous year. Possibly worse. Itachi is losing his fucking mind but quietly (the most dangerous way to lose it) and on the inside (there are nuclear explosions happening in his brain)

Sasuke is convinced he's about to be murdered and Itachi now has to think of a reason why he can't do that and also hopefully get Sasuke back to Konoha. But also if he just lets him go like he wants to, Deidara will legit lose his fucking mind, which would be annoying.

Hmmm. Torture his brother (again) or deal with Deidara potentiallg throwing a fit because no one ever "appreciates" his hard work in gift giving. What a difficult choice.

Anyways in another world, instead of fucking kidnapping the man, Deidara just made a vaguley horny Kakashi figurine for Tobi and had Sasori help him paint it.

Which ended up getting Obito to spiral and custom commission several more pieces of vaguley horny Kakashi merchandise, till he had a room full of it and could no longer deny the fact he's a certified freak

Umm then Itachi and Deidara make out sloppy style the end

[respectthepetty]

At one of the nearby-ish universities, researchers can use the lab that attaches those little pads to people's heads and see their brains light up (the sign-up list is loooong), and I always think my brain would look like fireworks going off while I watch color-coded boys fall in love because once Black Brooder Yotha said that Green Guy Gun was his boyfriend to his Blue Boy brother and Gun's Blue Boy best friend in Perfect 10 Liners' sixteenth episode, I'm sure my brain stayed lit!

Even when I saw Yellow Yal Arm and Red Rascal Arc not in their colors, my brain wanted to shut off right here, but I think Arc's shirt has yellow highlight over the text (for his man), and every time I see that Manchester United poster, -I- see red from my rage, so I guess I'll make the colors happen with or without the show giving them to me.

But Sam makes up for it since he has consistently been a Red Rascal in the second portion of the show, always popping up to talk shit and bounce, and it appears Arm is wearing a light yellow, so my brain is, once again, lighting up!

However, I wish we would have gotten more of the other color-coded friends since we don't get enough Orange Oddities (Book) or Pink People (Franc) in BLs. But I know every story is going to have the Blue Boys (Kong AND FAIFA!!!!)

I won't be too mad at it though because, as I've mentioned every single week, this show's color coding is just so damn good, so my brain is always lighting up. Like these are the exact faces a jovial Green Guy and a mean Black Brooder would make. Perfect faces. Perfect colors. Perfect 10 Liners.

Even Faifa's rage is perfect!

Because even though Faifa's dark blue shirt is telling him to "Seize" the day and "Just trust yourself then you will know how to live," as a sign of the dark Blue Boy coming his way, he can't see his own happy ending when he is listening to Gun say stupid shit like "Love makes you tiny." I'd also be plotting murder if I was him.

COLOR-CODED BOYS IN LOVE ARE DISGUSTING(LY ADORABLE)!

Random: Someone at GMMTV likes puppy play because every single show has some aspect of it, so good for that person getting everything they wanted!

Because I got matching birthday ties! So Yotha got matching binary tattoos with Wa, but he has matching bracelets and ties with his current boyfriend cementing that Yotha is an emo who likes sentimental gifts.

Emo Black Brooders in love are the best!

I'm not going to get over that there was a whole ass Pink Person and Orange Oddity in this portion of Color-Coded Boys The Series, and I know minimal information about them.

But thank goodness I know everything about these two yin yang colored boys!

Because they are meant for each other. They are toxic AND in love!

They fight just so they can have make-up sex.

Good for those beautiful bastards!

That could never be these two color-coded boys though.

Gun doesn't understand anger or foregoing sleep in favor of sex unlike these other color-coded boys.

Good for him!

And the more light Blue Boy Faifa cries about not having someone, the more I scream that he is about to meet his match in dark Blue Boy Wine. Newton is going to hate BOTH his brothers.

Now Yotha and Gun are putting on matching pajamas just to take them off the way God and Arm intended.

Have I mentioned how happy my brain is about color-coded boys in love? Because I'm very happy about color-coded boys in love being there for each other when they have to deal with big emotions.

Even more so when they are color-coded brothers who yell at each other that "You're too pessimistic" and " You're too optimistic" since the colors only emphasize those points!

Newton remains neutral, the dad is blue, and the mom is pink. This is Heterosexuality 101, which is why Yotha and Faifa do not comprehend it.

Yes! Keep saying this Gun! Keep reminding me that the people who worked behind the scenes on this show deserve a raise! Keep saying you bring light to this Black Brooder's dark world!

Because your shirt will explicitly state it later ("Sunshine on my Mind")

All is right in the world. Everyone is in the color, and Yotha got jokes.

AND ARM AND ARC ARE FINALLY IN THEIR COLORS TOO!

Thank God for small miracles and color-coded boys in love.

NOW BRING ME MY LAPIS LADS!

[everwalldigan]

Hey I am having a scene in a fic where a very high strung moment Damian begins to curse in Arabic. What would be the correct way to phrase that?

Thank you

Ooh great question! There are a LOT of very colourful Arabic curse words varying in severity but in Damian’s case he was like raised to very strict and high manners, so even in high strung situations he probably wouldn’t use the colloquial “lower class” swear words. I’m going to list some of the “less vulgar” swear words I know (keep in mind I’m Iraqi and these are the swear words I know in my dialect and ones in high Arabic, there are soo so so many more.)

The most generic swear words insult the parents so you’d say “yabn ___”

Yabn Al kalb (son of a dog) or you could skip the parent and call them a dog (kalb) (tho idk how insulting Damian would find that cause he loves and respects dogs)

Yabn Al lai’in (son of the cursed) (this one’s so clean I’ve heard it in kids cartoons before) you could also just say “Al la’ana” which means “the curse” could be used as “shit”

Honestly Damian would probably use High Arabic swear words and sound like an Arabic dub character ASHSJSJDJ absolutely hilarious to any other Arab person in the vicinity.

Al’ama (Lebanese/yemeni region dialect) or as we like to say “a’amaaaaaaa” meaning the blindness, could be substituted for “damn!”

You could also make him say “ya a’ama” (you blind person) (keep in mind those are the tamest I can think of, the other ones are MUCH more offensive)

You could always go the route of Damian saying… angry sounding words in Arabic that aren’t REALLY swear words just to let out his frustration without everyone in the close vicinity understanding him. You can just make him rant about the situation in Arabic, maybe with some choice words like “ahlbal” (naive) or “ghabi” (stupid)

If you want to know ones in a specific dialect I can help with that too, I know Egyptians have some really funny ones (ya nhar iswid! - oh black day) and idk how much you wanna tie him to Islam but we also like to literally curse people (eg: Allah ya’amik - may god blind you or Allah yagbirak: may god put you in the grave)

If it’s from another persons POV who doesn’t know Arabic they wouldn’t be able to distinguish anything from an angry ranting boy, if it’s from Damian’s POV you can say “he says some choice words his mother would smack him for” or something like that cause again he was raised in a VERY high class setting, as a prince basically and cursing would be “beneath him”

[coleeeitgysn1infi]

Giyuu spend his whole life being protected, while Sanemi spend his whole life protecting.

(I'm sorry I have really bad grammar. I wish I wrote all that I had in my head but my stupid ass forgets and can't line them up😭)

They both hate to worry. Giyuu having to worry about people dying having to protect him, while Sanemi hating to worry about people dying in his protection.

Tsutako and Sabito dying to protect Giyuu, Giyu hates being protected, so he tries to not get too attached to people, and too scared to love because he fears they will die, one way or another.

Sanemi's whole family died, and he tried his best to protect his siblings but failed miserably. And him trying to protect Genya by trying to kick him out of the demon slayer corps so he doesn't die on mission. "I wanted you marry someone and have the family we never had." while Sanemi would protected them. Yet, Genya dies as well because he couldn't protect him. (Genya please marry me, I'd be an amazing wife. Sanemi, arrange us.) Sanemi also couldn't protect Masachila from lower moon one on their mission.

Another reason why SaneGiyu wouldn't work.

Giyuu wouldn't allow Sanemi to protect him, if he did, they would both worry their asses off, because they are back to square one, same shit again. It would have been really unhealthy for both. That's why, GiyuSane makes more sense. Trying something new is better then doing the process all over again, same burden, same struggles.

I can see Giyuu big spooning when they sleep together at night, because he worries. What if someone snuck in? What if they try to kill them? Giyuu would big spoon to protect Sanemi, by being the closer target. He'll be the one willing to die first for his loved ones. But Sanemi is like that too? He wouldn't allow it? Sanemi is stubborn, but so is Giyuu. It would be more comfortable AND healthier for Sanemi to be the little spoon then Giyuu. Sanemi experienceing protection is something he needs, and subconsciously wants, but hates to be vulnerable. To finally let his guard down and be vulnerable with someone he loves and trusts. So when Giyuu offers that protection and refuses Sanemi's protection, Sanemi won't have to do the same thing he did all his life, he will now receive something he never had growing up, till now.

In Sanemi's eyes, everyone he protects dies, and in Giyuu's eyes, everyone who protects him dies. They both fear getting too attached to people, so they become these personalities that use bad interactions to be distant, in self defense so they wont lose anyone else. So alike yet so different. So them, switching the roles which got them in this depressive state, is healthier for them.

Another reason why GiyuSane is more in character and healthier then SaneGiyu. Where in SaneGiyu, they won't move on from their trauma. Unhealthy, toxic, and horrible for the both of them.

[ponyosfrogg]

INBETWEEN (PT 4)

Summary: Going back into the comics world knowing that they're just characters that you read hits different.

Pairing: Tim Drake x Female Wayne! reader.

Authors note: Gosh it's been such a long time. sorry abt it. 🥹💗 I hope this is worth the wait my little munchkins.

Warning: Some of the themes and contents written in this fic might be upsetting for some of the readers, read at your own risk. Some parts have strong language.

When your hand gripped your mug more, you gave a hitched breath. You had an uneasy feeling inside of you, your mind was all over the place, you've never felt more anxious before.

"You want to talk about it little bird?"

You raise your head, still in a little bit of disbelief, to look at Jason.

"Not really."

Your mind was wondering around your thoughts, you were sure this was not a dream. It wasn't hazy, in fact nothing ever felt more realistic than this moment.

Jason was on the other side of the couch, silently reading his book, you were just sitting and staring at the empty wall. after your smile he nodded understandingly and got back to his book that was occupying him for the whole morning.

It's been an hour or so since you wake up, in the fucking comic universe again apparently. You thought it was a dream and tried to pinch yourself multiple times, it did nothing but just make Damian glaring at you weirdly. Then somehow you convinced him to rain check on his plan saying some stupid shit like you weren't feeling like yourself and decided to trust something you can trust in both universes. A cup of coffee.

You looked at Jason again. His old scar on his cheek, green sweatshirt and black pants he's wearing, ruffled hair with a white streak, muscular body. He looked exactly the same on the panels but this time he was sitting right beside you, reading his book peacefully. You feel your anxiety rushing your mind and making you breathe faster. How could you possibly understand what was going around you. Everything seemed so unrealistic yet so real at the same time. They still think that you lost your memory probably but you were very aware of everything and maybe more since you grew up reading about their stories. You knew them more than themselves because you were also, once, on their mind reading their thoughts on the colorful panels.

Okay, one thing at a time. Dream or not, you need to find your way out of it or at least solve the connection between two worlds. You thought about writing everything you know on a piece of paper but what would happen if some of them accidentally find that paper, written everything in detail since they also think you lost your memory. That was very risky but again also, keeping everything in your mind was very hard too considering you had a mind of a fish literally.

Okay, what about telling them you got your memory back? Not a very clever move considering they are vigilantes who fight for the city and so called Viperia is one of them. They might take you on a fucking patrol and considering you have ZERO experience in martial arts and using a katana which is almost the same height as you, not a good option.

But how can you keep denying everything. You are in a manor full of detectives and at some point there's a high chance that one of you might figure out that you're not their actual sister but an imposter and beat you to death.

Yeah, maybe not to your death but you got the point.

And asking one of them for their help? No. That could fuck up the whole situation. They see Viperia as their sister and you being an imposter takes you back to the other option where you'd get beaten up.

It was a dead end but your mind was working as fast as it could, trying to come up with new solutions, just, none of them were useful enough. Maybe you needed some air or something.

"Jason? You wanna go for a walk?"

He put his book beside and looked at you. He had one of these glares which would make a lot of people fall in love with him as soon as they see him. The one that seemed like could read your whole soul like an open book without even flinching but also always giving the feeling of trust. It was literally impossible to achieve yet he was standing right in front of you with all of his glory. Definitely the creator of him was playing favorites and Jason was one of them.

"Yes, around the manor?"

He was still thinking that you lost your memory and didn't want to overwhelm you with all the city noise and danger. He remembered when he came back from the death coming out of his grave wasn't the hardest part, it was all the loud voices he had to deal with. Lights, muggers, rushing people and the ugly rainy weather which was the signature thread of Gotham now. But you didn't even want to go to Gotham anyway. Yes it was all fun and games to read that everything that was happening in this gloomy dark city but being in it? It wasn't so fun. What would happen if you came across some thief, or worse Joker's himself. You didn't want to walk around in Gotham as the daughter of fucking Bruce Wayne even though you trusted (?) Jason Todd.

"Sounds great. Let me grab my shoes from my room"

You got up and quickly ran towards the stairs. This manor somehow managed to smell so good. Maybe it was because of the expensive perfumes or maybe it was Alfred's amazing cooking. Yes, comics weren't giving him the appreciation he deserves, he was some sort of food god and you were sure of it.

When you entered your room, you closed the door behind you and turned around, just to find a woman in front of your wardrobe, checking the pictures you looked at last night.

"May I help you?" you spoke with uncertainty in your voice.

"You shouldn't be here."

You could only see her back since she didn't even turn to look at you. She had black wavy hair almost as long as to come around her hips and a long black coat. Who would even wear a coat in the middle of the summer. Oh, right. It was Gotham.

You didn't know why but you didn't feel any kind of fear. It almost felt like home. Was she Talia? No. She wouldn't wear something like this but again, what do you even know.

"You shouldn't be here either i guess, since you sneaked into my room." Trying to scare some kind of lunatic by being bold? That's how things go in this universe you suppose.

"I sensed some abnormalities in the Multi-verse and magic realm. It started two nights ago and i just followed them. Who knew our one and only Batman had a daughter right?"

She turned around and you saw her face.

Oh fuck,

She was fucking Zatanna.

With all of her beauty, she was standing right in front of you, her blue eyes as clear as the sky, she had this kind of face that you only saw her doing to bad guys, well read at least. Annoying and slightly scary face. And she also knew that you didn't belong here?

Well i guess so much for making a low profile.

You fear growed inside of you, you knew yelling for help wasn't an option since she could easily turn into you a rabbit or I don't know, kill you? It was mostly up to her imagination and you knew she had a big one.

"Well, personally I didn't."

You just realized she had something on her hand and after finishing her sentence she showed it to you. It was a picture, the ones that you looked through last night. In that picture you were looking at Bruce who was busy with something on his computer. He was a little further from your camera so his face was kind of blurry.

"I'll be honest with you, i don't like intruders. Especially the ones from another universe we already have enough on our plate.

Okay, for starters you never actually imagined Zatanna being so intimidating in your imagination. Because when you were reading the comic she was only mean when she needed to. You just never thought you would be one of them but for defense, who would've thought.

"So I advise you to go back to your universe trespasser because next time I'm not going to be this nice, this is a warning.

Geez, was this her 'nice' personality. She looked like she could eat you alive without even hesitating to do so. You realized you didn't even move since she started talking but you felt like you lost your voice somewhere inside of you.

"Oh, you can move now." she said smiling, with her voice you left a deep breath you didn't even know you were holding. Why were you even holding it? Oh. Oh... She already made a spell. You bend over a little bit and put your hands on your knees to cough. Your lungs were burning with the oxygen again. You missed when your problem was just deciding what to eat at dinner.

When you feel slightly better you put your hand on your heart to feel your heartbeat. It seemed normal, well as normal as it can be since you almost died. But in this universe it appears that you weren't dealing with heart issues because normally you would die because of the rhythm.

You stood straight again, confidence leaving your body completely with her stone cold gaze.

"I didn't mean to intrude," you finally manage to say, your voice still shaky from the encounter with Zatanna's magic. "I don't even know how I ended up here."

Zatanna raises an eyebrow, her gaze softening slightly. "Well, you better start explaining yourself quickly, then."

You told your story to Zatanna, recounting the unbelievable chain of events. How you woke up here, believed you had lost your memory, and then woke up in your original universe, discovered the existence of a new character in the DCU who was essentially you. Every little detail. It felt like a surreal dream, but you soon realized it wasn't. Zatanna listens intently, her expression unreadable, as she processes the information. With each word, you notice her eyes flickering with interest, as if she's piecing together some puzzle in her mind. She doesn't interrupt, instead making silent calculations as you divulge the details of your journey. You can't help but wonder what she's thinking, and whether she believes you or not because you know that if she doesn't, there's a high chance that you'll continue your life as an animal. Well at least, Damian treats his animals quite nice.

But nonetheless, you were feeling some kind of relief because as you were telling your story, you realized how much you felt like you needed to share this with someone and knowing that she's one of the few characters in this universe who might comprehend the complexities of the multiverse due to her experiences. Also Zatanna's reputation as a skilled sorceress precedes her in the comic universe, and you can't help but feel a spark of hope that she might hold the key to solve this thing.

"So you only change universes when you're asleep in one?"

"Seems like it." You could sense that she believed your story. Well, she probably feels when someone is lying to her so that shouldn't be a coincidence.

"You must have known a lot about this universe then since it was some sort of book in your hands, Am I correct?" you could sense some kind of testing in her voice. As if you shouldn't have said that. You just nod as an answer.

Zatanna fixed a stern gaze on you, her blue eyes piercing through the air. "Listen to me carefully, the future isn't set in stone, and every action has consequences. Interfering with events could lead to unforeseen outcomes, and you might end up taking someone's attention that you wouldn't want to take." Her serious voice made you even more scared than you already were. you knew you were in some kind of messed up situation but you always thought the main thing to worry about was to be able to stay in one universe, not someone tracking you like an animal to hunt you down.

"No meddling or helping, be cautious about sharing too much. Revealing future events or secrets can disrupt the delicate balance of this universe. Even if you know what is going to happen, let it be. This is not your universe to save, do not ever interfere did you hear me?"

She said the last four words were sharper than the others with a little breath between them. You nod again, and wasn't able to find the voice to talk.

"This universe might not be real for you but it is real for those who live in it, until i solve your problem and figure out why you are here, you stay low. I'll cast a spell so no one can track you down like I did. As soon as I find a solution, you are going back to your universe."

She opened her palm just to create some kind of necklace with purple stone that looked like amethyst.

"Don't take this off. Ever."

When she closed her hands again, you felt a little more weight on your neck, just to find the necklace on your neck. your fingertips touched the cold stone. you could feel the energy coming out of it.

Just as you prepared yourself to ask your question, your room's door opened like someone was trying to get in. Without any knock.

You saw Jason's worried face looking at you and suddenly you panicked that he might see Zatanna and ask some questions about it. but when you looked behind, there was no one. You touched your neck just to make sure of her existence.

Your necklace was hanging around your neck.

"Are you okay little bird? it's been some time."

He said as he closed the door after him. He was suspecting something. Your window was completely open and you were still standing right next to the door. You looked paler than you were before like you saw some sort of ghost. He was genuinely worried about you considering you were dealing with a lot of situations right now. he could understand how painful it must be for you to get through all of these things.

"Yes, I'm okay. I just thought I saw someone and got scared."

He moved closer to the window to check if someone tried to get inside. It would be the last experience of their life considering everyone in this house was well-trained vigilantes. He didn't see anything and almost convinced it was because of the losing memory thing but then he realized the necklace around your neck. It had a distinct design that Jason has never seen.

"Hey, what's that?" He pointed to the necklace, curiosity piqued.

You instinctively covered the pendant with your hand, feeling a bit protective of it. "Oh, um, it's just a necklace I found. I thought it looked nice, so I put it on."

Jason raised an eyebrow but didn't press the matter further. "Alright, as long as you're okay. You ready for that walk?"

You nodded, eager to get some fresh air and clear your head after the encounter with Zatanna. You followed Jason out of the room, trying to act as normal as possible despite the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions inside you that crashes you.

You decide to take a deep breath and leave this matter in your room, just to enjoy some good moments with one of your favorite characters of all time. Well, you really should stop referring to him as a character too though, since you were in this universe now and he was a real person. Even though it was kind of weird.

When you guys were going down the stairs Jason's phone rang. he was in front of you so when he stopped you couldn't help but bump him with a sudden reflex your hand grabbed his shoulder to stop yourself from falling.

Your movements surprised you as if you were as slow as a sloth in your universe. It was not because you were lazy no, it was because your poor heart wasn't able to deal with too much movement that's why you were never into any kinds of sports. You couldn't even catch a ball if they threw it right onto your face.

He looked at you to see if you were okay before opening his phone and started to move again.

You were eager to know who was on the other end, you couldn't help but listen in, despite knowing it was wrong. You slowed your steps, tried to breathe much more quieter, tuning in to the conversation.

The voice on the other end sounded quite soft and young, he was most likely Jason's best friend Roy. You were familiar with his character when their own separate comic journey came out some years ago. and also considering Jason only has like three friends there weren't any other options. 'The outlaws' Although you didn't enjoy how the comic was going, you kept reading for their developing friendship and of course for Kori. That woman was the embodiment of power.

"Yeah, I was planning to join you last night, but family matters came up." Your thoughts stopped wondering when you heard him talk again. You couldn't quite understand what Roy was saying because Jason was walking fast but from the talk of the Jason, you kind of assumed they were expecting him to come yesterday and probably you were to so called up family matters.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to make it tonight either. The harbor, you say?" There was a brief pause. "Alright, send me the location. I'll be there in an hour." Something about the Harbor though, made you feel uneasy. but again you couldn't overthink it when Jason hung up the phone and turned around to face you.

You tried to act like you didn't overhead the entire conversation and just stared at your feet.

"Something came up little bird I'm sorry but we have to reschedule our walk and I have to go to my friends."

"Is everything alright Jason?"

He paused again probably thinking himself if everything was alright but quickly started to smile. "Yes, don't even think about it. I just need to run some errands. I promise to make it up though, I hope it is okay for me to leave you."

A gentleman like always.

you smiled reassuringly and nod your head. "Yeah, sure. I will see you around." He hugged you before he grabbed his jacket nearby the door and rushed towards the outside.

Harbor. It seemed too familiar to not to think about it. There was a harbor in Gotham but it was probably far considering they were always going by their cars or motorcycles. At least that what was written in the comics.

You turned around too and started to climb stairs while you were thinking. It wasn't even afternoon and you already had enough encounters for the day. It was much more easier before you realized you were just travelling between worlds you thought. now you were stuck in your favorite comic series in the body of their assassin sister with the mind of your own. which was a curse in your opinion. you felt alone and you were actually all alone. 

when you reached your room you were glad there wasn't anyone lurking around the house today. Damian was out, Jason was out, Tim was probably reading or something god knows what and for Dick, you were sure he wasn't going to visit you anytime soon considering he was not in Gotham that often now so when he was here he was usually meeting with friends. at least in comics it was what he was doing. or maybe he was outside making phone calls to everyone he knows to find a solution for your so called memory loss.

Tim on the other hand had a calm morning. After Damian took you out of his room this morning, he stayed awake a little bit more to go over some of the details on his recent case since all he had to do was researching about your memory loss that night or thinking about you constantly. After he realized he wasn't productive at all he decided to sleep a little bit. Its been hours since he slept, hell, maybe days. he wasn't even counting at that point. Alfred was out, doing groceries that's why he didn't bother himself to prepare something to eat. He just got into his bed and slept.

After some time his body awake him. He wasn't used to sleeping much that's why he was always struggling with insomnia. The most he could sleep was maybe four hours in a good day but most of the time it wasn't even the case, the constant nightmares wasn't leaving him alone. He wasn't even remembering them after waking up but most of the nights when he fell asleep he was waking with a lot of sweat, out of breath, crying like a ten year old kid who's afraid of darkness. that's why he stopped patrolling for some time now. he was helping his family behind computers and he also didn't trust himself around you.

He drank a glass of water and checked the time. It was almost six, he slept for four hours which was very good. although he woke up multiple times. When he reached for his phone he saw a text from five hours ago. it was from Jason, saying that he went to the harbor for a deal and left you alone in the mansion. Tim sighed loudly, he hated when he was getting treated like a fucking babysitter over you or Damian. he quickly texted some swear words to Jason and get out of the bed.

Your rooms were close considering Dicks and Jason's rooms were on the other side of the mansion. It was only going to take like, i don't know, ten seconds to reach your room but he was already feeling too lazy to do so.

The weather was rainy, again. and it was already dark. Considering it's summer Tim just guessed that a storm was approaching.

When he was in front of your room he heard a little scream inside of the room so without knocking he barged in.

There you were, standing on Damian's bed with a katana on your hand. your hand was bleeding and your other hand was holding the katana like your life depending on it.

"What are you doing?"

He rushed towards you and grabbed the tall sword out of your hand and put it on the wall again. you gave a big sigh and you jumped out of the bed.

"I just wanted to see if they were real."

You said calmly. Tim got off the bed and turned around to face you. You were wearing black jeans with a big hoodie thats covering your face almost completly. the blood from the cut was dripping on the carpet slowly as you seemed like completely unbothered. He didn't say anything and went over the wardrobe to find a first aid kit. you fuys were getting injured more often than you would like to admit so there were first aid kits almost everywhere now.

"I guess you found out whether they were real or not princess."

He spoke teasingly while you rolled your eyes thanking every god or whatever you should be praying since you don't know who they are praying to in this world for not realizing you were lying.

You had an idea after long hours of thinking, you were going to follow Jason to be able to understand what all these Harbor things were. It was driving you crazy to not be able to remember anything because clearly it was important. That's why grabbing the katana seemed like a good idea until it wasn't.

The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the city skyline outside the window since you didn't bother yourself to open the lights. you were going to leave anyway.

He seemed like he just woke up. His hair was messy but in a pretty way, his eyes were a little puffy probably from sleeping so little and drinking all that coffee. his sweatpants were low on his waist. when he was doing stuff around the room you could see how his muscles were moving. he was the definition of handsome and charming.

Yes you loved every batfamily members, they were all good looking and such a husband material, at least you were thinking this when you were reading. sometimes when your feelings were overwhelming you, you were reading fan-fictions about them to ease your mind but it was not a lie that even though you forced yourself to read about others, it was always Tim that you found yourself reading. It was safe to say that he was your comic-crush if it was a real term. He was clever, quick, witty, charming and of course handsome. He was the nicest yet the baddiest character you've ever read. there was something about him that makes you want to jump all over him now that you realize it is Tim fucking Drake you're standing right in front of. You coughed to gather your thoughts and he came towards you with a bag in his hand.

Your heart was pounding being this close to him. You were getting angry at yourself for being this kind of a fangirl. He grabbed your hand and slowly he touched with a cotton that he put some alcohol early.

"Shit." you sweared under your breath. It was just a little cut and it wasn't even hurting that much beforehand but now it was burning like somebody put the hellfires  right on to your palm. After a little bit more alcohol he bandaged your hand.

He looked like he was doing some kind of operation. His eyebrows were frowned with concentration, you couldn't help but smile because of his nice touches.

"Enjoying yourself I assume."

He smirked while his eyes met with yours in seconds. You tried to look away but it was like the spell Zatanna cast over you this morning. you couldn't move.

Maybe the theories about him and the Viperia were true, they were secretly dating because he clearly had something for you, to be more exact Viperia.

"Don't get cocky Drake I can stare at whoever I want, wherever I want and whenever I want. It's my eyes after all."

He laughed with your answer.

"You still have your sharp tongue I presume."

His laugh sent a shiver down your spine, not from the cold but from something deeper, something dangerous. It had been so long since you'd heard that voice like this—lighthearted, teasing. For a moment, you wanted to let yourself get lost in it, but you couldn’t afford that luxury. You had bigger problems. Like what was about to happen at the harbor.

That's why you thought the sword was a good option to go with. since you were going to this mission in secret you needed a weapon just in case someone tried to attack you. Even though you had your hesitations you were sure that katana's itself is scary enough to drive people away.  but it was a horrible fail, who would've thought that thing would be heavy as hell.

"Why are you dressed like that anyway?"

He asked suspiciously while he looked at you with a great attention again. It was like he was trying to see through your lies and you were that if he stared at you more he actually might that's why you came up with a quick lie.

"Oh, I just needed some fresh air so I decided to go to the garden by myself..

He squinted his eyes like he was searching through your face. he wasn't convinced enough.

"Do you always get some fresh air while you dress like that?"

You sighed as you got annoyed.

"I didn't know Gotham had a dress code, Timbo."

You crossed your arms, rolling your eyes before brushing past him. If this conversation went on any longer, he’d put the pieces together, and you couldn't afford that. He was one of the best detectives in the world. He’d figure you out.

You were almost at the door when you felt the warmth of his breath against your neck. You froze.

"Careful, princess," he murmured, voice lower, softer—dangerous. "You almost have me believing that you got your memory back and you're hiding it from me."

Without another word, you pushed forward, quickening your pace as you  ran out of the room.

Damn it. He was too good at this. Too perceptive. Too much.

And you had to move fast before he caught up.

The wind was unforgiving, biting through your clothes as you shivered behind a stack of woods. The air was thick with salt and rusted metal. You could barely feel your fingers from the cold.

It had taken you almost an hour to find this Harbor. The walk was miserable, but you finally managed to track down the warehouse. Jason was inside, standing across from a group of masked men, Roy at his side, arms crossed. Both of them were suited up, Red Hood and Arsenal.

The wind once again blew your hoodie out of your head and you decided to give up from the secrecy. You have found the warehouse that the meeting was happening thank god. Through the broken window of this old warehouse. It seemed like it was an exchange: information for supplies. Standard business in Gotham.

But something about this moment—this exact moment—felt wrong again. Familiar, maybe even too familiar. As if you had seen it before.

Then, footsteps were heard. Soft but not quite. Like that someone wanted you to realize they were right behind you. You were fucked if this was one of the men from inside but you weren't going to give up without fighting. You turned sharply, already reaching for the knife that you put around your body—only to find Tim stepping out of the shadows, hands in his pockets, looking entirely unimpressed.

He was wearing a long black coat almost covering his entire body yet wearing nothing around his face. He was much more handsome under the moonlight and you realized how much his eyes resembled the sea.

"You really thought you could shake me that easily?"

You cursed under your breath, quickly grabbing his arm and pulling him down beside yourself to make sure nobody's seeing you.

"Are you insane? You can’t just walk up like that to me!"

"Right, because you're sneaking off in the middle of the night to spy on..."

He looked through the broken window with a deadpan look on his face.

"the red hood makes perfect sense, right?"

You were going to die that was for sure. You got caught and how could someone explain this situation.

"Why are you here?" He seemed more serious now. Your mind was racing, tracing back and forth to find a reasonable answer to explain all of these but the words weren't coming out of your mouth at all.

"I was… just curious."

Tim raised an eyebrow, didn't believe anything that was coming out of my mouth.

"Curious. About a bunch of vigilantes. During a weapons exchange. In the middle of the empty harbor. Alone."

He was scary when he was angry that's why you couldn't meet or refused to meet his gaze but his long fingers wrapped around your chin to make sure you were looking right into his eyes.

"Does this mean your memory’s back?"

That hit harder than expected. Your chest tightened and your breath hitched. There was no escape now.

"I—No. It’s not like that."

Tim leaned in slightly, voice dropping lower like almost a whisper. only inches away from your lips yet not stopping the eye-contact.

"Then what is it like? Because you're acting weird. for someone who just lost their memory you are quite active, persistent and curious. help me understand."

Before you could answer, movement inside the warehouse caught your eye. The sound of a gun being cocked. And suddenly, the scene hit you like a fast train.

The docks. The deal. The ambush. The gunfire. Blood. So much blood.

You have read about it, about this exact scene. It was when Roy Harper almost got killed and stayed in coma for months which pushed Jason over the edge of madness and made him a complete mess with a brutal side that kills everyone and everything that gets into his way.

It was one of the harshest things that you've read. It was a complete disaster.

You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes completely wide

"No. No, no, no—"

Tim frowned with worry.

"What? What is it?"

You spoke with a whisper like tone almost murmuring to yourself.

"This—this is wrong. If we don't help them it's gonna be worse than dying for Roy and Jason."

It was Tim's turn to be shocked.

"What are you talking ab—How do you even kno—You got your memory back right?"

You didn’t answer.

Because there was no time.

You pulled free, grabbing the knives strapped to your waist, and moved.

The window was big enough. You slipped through without hesitation, your body moving on autopilot. Everything was happening so fast Tim wasn't able to find an opportunity to react. There was a shooter hiding behind the barrels—you knew that. You knew because he was the one who shot Roy, the one no one saw coming.

You wouldn’t let it happen.

The knife left your hand before you could think. It struck metal, clattering against the barrel—enough to send the shooter scrambling out of his hiding place.

Chaos erupted.

Jason and Roy reacted instantly. Guns fired. Fists flew. The ambush was now an open fight, and they had a chance.

A chance they didn’t have before.

And then—arms wrapped around you.

Before you could struggle, you were yanked back through the window, landing outside the warehouse, pressed against something firm and solid.

Tim.

His scent filled your senses—coffee, rain and sandalwood, something distinctly him.

You gripped his shoulders to steady yourself, breathing hard. Adrenaline was leaving every part of your body as you tried to take deep breaths.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he hissed, his tone sharp but quiet enough to keep from drawing attention to both of you.

His gaze flickered down, and suddenly, his expression changed. His eyes widened.

Your necklace was glowing.

His grip on you is tightened you could feel his fingertips piercing through your skin even though with your clothes on.

"Why is your necklace glowing?" he demanded.

He locked eyes with you, and this time, there was something ele

Suspicion.

Fear.

His voice was barely a whisper.

"Who are you?"

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haha i love when i struggle with multiple hyperfixations at once. i am a coward for not making a crossover between allnof them but like. worldbuilding hard stfu

#rocket talk #the hyperfixes: #tmnt #inanimate insanity #bfdi #dsmp #the last one mostly spurred on by the stupid shit dreams doing #love clowning on that fool

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i love how people are reblogging gi's hit post like it isnt a sign of his crippling inability to deal with change or to come to terms with his own self

anyway on other news i have a bunch of ideas for a new d&d campaign!

#i love my cousin but he really really needs therapy #like REALLY really

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I just realized... why do we call it "humanity"? Shouldn't it be "objectity"? IS it that in some universes? Can we claim universes that use "humanity" all once had humans???

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Hello! Golf Ball from the BFDI universe here. I can confirm we use 'humanity' because we have, and also have had, humans. I cannot say for other universes though.

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Fan II at your service! we use both- humans are kind of a myth for the most part. depends on how religious you are sometimes

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Cringe Pill, TDOS- 'objectity' is the main term we use. Hadn't even heard of humans until Real Life Battle, honestly

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guys, you're way overthinking this. here one sec

add in the tags what universe you're from (and if you picked humanity, if you know why add that too)

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Oh, hadn't even thought of that...

#Goes to show you can be as smart as you want and still be stupid 😅 #Very curious to see the responses

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🎩 not-a-magician asked: Hi, I've been seeing people ask you for advice on auras and mental wellness and things... do you have anything for sleeping? I don't know if I have insomnia, but I've definitely had some trouble sleeping lately. I'm tired as hell but can't seem to just. Do it. Any advice at all would mean the world to me, really

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(Reminder to all: my advice on here is not meant to replace professional help by any means. If this is the cause of underlying trauma, please turn to therapy and not Tumblr. I'm not licensed yet.)

Thank you so much for the ask! While I'm sorry to admit sleep habits are not something I'm particularly versed in, I will give advice to the best of my ability as always. Best wishes on your journey to heal ^-^

Full advice below the cut to save space, as always!

Keep reading

#mental wellness #sleep habits #sleep #candle's light advice #not-a-magician

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ive come to a realization

you're welcome

#tpot #gravity falls #bfdi #one bfdi #bill cipher #i spent way too fucking long on this #if anyone's done this before me don't tell me please #also please dont come after me one THIS ISNT AN INSULT

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WHY THE FUCK AM I GREEN NOW?!

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GREEN ISN'T INTIMIDATING. GREEN IS STUPID. GREEN IS ~nature~ AND ~healing~ AND PEOPLE WHO GET STUCK UP ON MOUNTAINS!!!!!

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there will be hell to pay for this.

#i SWEAR if who i thought did this did this.

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Ummm why did I just get a bunch of hate dms after I changed my username? I thought these were over :[

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Finally getting therapy ✌ unfortunately my therapist says it's not productive to be literally dancing on my dead father's grave. that beign said tune into my next stream where we do dares at his gravestone

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how to stop water in pot from burning? tried to cook ramen and failed

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i did not mean to type this in google im crowdsourcing

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What the hell did you do?!

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NOTHING

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i know this is ironic because of my username but uh. does anyone have any advice for being in love w your best bro and not knowing how to say it

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bro... im right here...

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bro... so... is that a yes?

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love you too man ❤

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Fucking finally

#They were SO BAD off screen #Definitely didn't expect this on Tumblr of all places though.

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time sensitive question: is it possible to get sued by algebraliens

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this was posted literal months ago why are you idiots still reblogging it.

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I mean~... if you want help not getting sued, I could always lend a theoretical hand?

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no soliciting

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That's not what "no soliciting" means, you know.

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i blocked her 🎉

[lillaydee]

The Unlucky One Part 6

Joel Miller (No Outbreak AU) / F Reader

When it comes to love, Lady Luck seems to have lost your address. After being left at the altar without so much of an explanation, you decided love is no longer something you are interested in. Not even meeting an unlucky-in-love-himself Mr. Grump could change your mind.

Right?

Let me know if you want to be tagged, or if you want to be removed from the tag list.

WARNINGS: Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Grumpy Joel (The Last of Us), Jealousy, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Idiots in Love, unlucky in love, Child Abandonment, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us)

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Part 5

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Fuck.

Fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck!

It’s him. Mr Grump. Joel. The man you had an extremely memorable night with. The man who gave you the best sex of your life. The man you cried so much about after he left, even more so than you did with Andrew ditching you at the altar.

The man you couldn’t stop thinking about, whose kisses, touches and caresses you still feel when you sleep at night.

And this nice woman, the woman who was so sweet and thoughtful she ran over when she heard a crash that she banged on your door to make sure you, a stranger she had never met was alright. The woman so lovely she offered her men’s services (she had more than one man?) to help you out with assembling your mountain of Ikea furniture so you could save some money.

The woman who Mr Grump cheated on. With you.

Oh… you were going to hell. You had bought a house next door to the man you had a fling with. The one he shared with his ‘baby’, Tess.

Joel took out a backpack from the passenger seat before turning around to close the door. He saw Tess and smiled at her.

“Come here, I want you to meet our new neighbour!” she waved him over.

Joel saw you and froze.

Oh shit, it’s her, he thought. It’s you. The woman he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about. You’re here. You’re his neighbour. He swore his heart was about to leap out of his mouth and skip over to you out of happiness.

But then… that look on your face.

You didn’t seem too happy to see him.

In fact, you seemed to be panicking.

Why weren’t you happy to see him?

Why would you be panicking?

For the first time since he last saw you, after weeks of pining and reminiscing about you, going through one restless night after another wondering what he did wrong, if he was so bad in bed you had decided to ghost him, falling asleep only to dream of your naked body in his arms, a horrific thought came to his head.

He remembered seeing a man come by a few times these past few weeks. He thought the guy was the one buying the house, making a mental note to go over and say hi once he’s all moved in.

Fuck. Tess said you were the new neighbour. You were with him. You were married, weren’t you? But you were not wearing a ring. You had a boyfriend, then? At that moment he wanted to kick himself for not seeing it. Of course you were taken. Someone as great, as beautiful as you? What stupid man wouldn’t snatch you up?

And he slept with you.

And now you’d moved in next door. With your man. And he had to keep his mouth shut about that wonderful night, the one where he had the best sex of his life - fuck he could still feel your touches on his body, could still hear your moans - and just watch as you live your life with your man.

“Joel?” Tess’s wave got more aggressive.

He could see you fidget, as if trying to get away. But Tess kept waving, and try as he might to resist, his feet just moved on their own volition, his body drawn to you like metal to a magnet. But his face… his face just felt frozen. He couldn’t even smile. He wanted to, so badly. Wanted to show you how happy he was to see you again. But the thought that had just invaded his mind wouldn’t go away, and all he could think of was that you had cheated on this man, this very good looking man he saw going in and out of the house these past weeks, with him.

You cheated on your man. With him. He helped a cheater cheat.  

Fuck.

He finally got to your doorstep, and Tess gave him the usual hug and peck on the cheek, his body stiff. He could see your face turn hard, eyes boring into his, as if you were trying to kill him by staring into his soul.

Little did he know, he was doing the same to you.

What the fuck was his problem, you thought. Why was he looking at you as if you did something wrong? Shouldn’t he be panicking at this point? You just moved in next door, and you had just met his Tess. He should be kissing your feet and begging you not to say anything to her right about now. And all you got was a death stare? Fuck you, Joel Grump.

“Joel, this is our new neighbour… I’m sorry, I’ve just realized that I didn’t catch your name,” Tess turned to you, a friendly smile on your face.

“Aria,” you said through gritted teeth.

Her expression quickly morphed into one of excitement. “Aria? Aria Grump?” she turned to Joel so fast her neck creaked. “Is this her?”

What in the world was she so fucking excited about?

Oh, God, he told her? Were they in some sort of a twisted relationship and you’d just been recruited in as some sort of a third-wheel or something? Was she expecting you to be in a throuple with them? Uhm… no thank you!

Joel didn’t react, but Tess turned back to you and asked, almost squealing, “It is you, isn’t it? From Bali? Oh my God, it’s so good to finally meet you!” she practically tackled you into a hug.

Okay, this was just weird now. Whatever their deal was, you didn’t want any part of it, you’d quickly decided. But Tess was so over the moon that you couldn’t get a word in edgewise.

“Oh my God, we’ve been looking for you! You have no idea! Joel here hadn’t been able to stop…”

A quick jab from Joel stopped her. She looked at him, confusion on her face, about to retaliate, but seeing the expression on his face stopped her.

That, and the sound and sight of the truck pulling up your driveway.

Kyle jumped out, looking dashing in his suit, carrying what looked like a brand new battery operated screwdriver kit in his hand. He walked up to the house, gave you the usual ‘hi babe’ accompanied by a quick smooch on your lips and extended his hand to Joel.

“You must be the new neighbours, hi, I’m Kyle,” he said, a very cheery, real estate agent smile on his face.

Joel was taken aback, but quickly snapped out of it, taking Kyle’s hand, “Joel,” he said. “This is my… Tess,” he added, placing his hand on Tess’s waist. Tess shook Kyle’s hand, her face now less cheery than it was before.

There were a few awkward seconds of absolute silence before you told Kyle that Joel was one of the contractors that revamped the house.

“Really? Mac raved about you. Your work is excellent, sir,” Kyle said, “She was thinking of doing a bit of work on the house once the move is finished, maybe we could talk to you about that?” he asked Joel, honestly impressed with his work.

“Sure, just knock on our door and we’ll talk,” Joel said through gritted teeth.

The silence came back. Kyle placed his arm around you, uncomfortable with the sudden tension, not really understanding why. A car stopping in front of his driveway distracted all four of you, an older lady coming out and opening the passenger door. Tess muttered something about seeing you around, running over to collect the little girl who had just emerged from the passenger seat. Joel nodded awkwardly to you and Kyle and followed her, the little girl yelling at him telling ‘Daddy’ she got an A for her drawing.

You watched as he lifted the little girl in his arms and giving her so many smooches she squealed, telling him it tickles Daddy!

Daddy? Daddy?

Fuck. They have a child. You slept with a man in a relationship with a Tess, and they had a child together. You were officially a homewrecker.

You couldn’t watch this.

You pulled a still smiling Kyle into the house, slamming your door behind him.

**********

Kyle was sitting on the legless couch, watching as you paced your cluttered living room.

“Babe, what’s going on? What am I missing?”

“How soon can we resell?”

“What?”

“I can’t live here. I need to resell the house.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? I thought you love the house!”

“Tell me, how soon can I resell? Fuck it. I’ll rent it out. I need you to find me another house. Like, yesterday.”

“Babe, you’re not making sense. What is going on?” he had you by the shoulders now, shaking you a little, worry and confusion etched all over his face.

You were hyperventilating. He quickly sat you down, going to the kitchen to get you a bottle of water. “Babe, breathe, head between your knees. Aria, you’re scaring me. What is going on?”

“That’s Joel.”

“The hot contractor neighbour? Yeah, that’s Joel. He told me his name.”

“No, that’s Joel. That’s Joel!”

“Am I supposed to understand what that means? Babe, are you feeling okay? Do you smell toast?”

“That’s Joel. That’s Joel!”

His face was still scrunched up, utterly confused.

A knock on the door startled you – you were prepared to just run upstairs and never come down, but Maria’s voice gave you a bit of an ease. You ran to open the door, pulling her in so quickly she almost fell headlong into Kyle. You quickly shut the door, blocking it with your body, that panicked look still evident.

“What’s going on?” Maria placed the newly bought screwdriver set she brought on the floor.

“She kept saying ‘that’s Joel’,” Kyle told her.

Her eyes widened – “Joel? Like, Joel, Joel? Bali Joel?”

You nodded frantically.

“Okay, what about him?”

“He lives next door,” Kyle told her.

Maria gasped, suddenly body-blocking the door alongside you, confusing Kyle further.

“I saw her. She came over. She’s so pretty. And so nice. They have a child,” you whispered, tears suddenly filling your eyes.

“Oh, babes, I’m so sorry!” she hugged you, and you sobbed into her shoulder. She held you long and tight, and once you let go, she turned to Kyle and asked, “How soon can she sell the house?”

“What the fuck is going on?” he asked, completely befuddled.

“That’s Joel,” Maria hissed at him.

“So I’ve been told. Why is that important?”

“I slept with him in Bali, okay?” you shout-whispered at him.

He let out an enormous gasp, excitement clearly written all over his face, “You had a one night stand? Finally! Ooh… he’s very good looking, was he good? He looks like he might be very good, oh, we should celebrate. Would it be cruel to ask a man with only one good leg to grab champagne on his way over?” he took his phone out and began checking for possible deliveries for champagne and glasses.

You and Maria stared at him as if he’d gone crazy.

“Were you dropped on your head or something? You just met his girlfriend, and daughter!”

Kyle’s excitement morphed into one of horror. Oh fuck!

“You didn’t know he had someone?”

“Sure I do! And I chose to fuck him still, cause I make it a point to only fuck men in relationships all the time!”

Silence. You buried you face in your hands, sliding down to the floor, sobbing. “What am I gonna do? I really liked him, Kyle, how am I supposed to live here and watch them live their happy lives?”

He kneeled in front of you, rubbing your arm. He was clearly lost for words. Maria was sitting next to you now, your head on her shoulder, rubbing your knee.

“And her, his ‘baby’, or whoever she was to him, she was so nice, she came here because she heard a crash, all ready to help. I liked her immediately. She knew about me. I don’t know what he told her, but I struggle to think he told her everything. If so, what do I do? Do I tell her? They have a child together!”

There was a few minutes of silence as they silently supported you as your sobs began to cease.

“Oh, shit,” Maria suddenly said.

“What?” you and Kyle both asked.

“Does this mean Tommy is here, too?”

Your eyes widened, and in spite of yourself, you wanted to tease her. But the clear panic in her eyes made you stop. Instead, you shrugged. “I don’t know, I didn’t ask. It wasn’t exactly that kind of a reunion,” you said.

“Uhm, and who is this Tommy?” Kyle asked, a sly smile returning to his face.  

**********

Tess came downstairs after putting Sarah down for a nap. Joel was nowhere to be found in the house. She went back upstairs to check his room, nothing. She came back out to the corridor, a very faint smell of cigarettes in the air. She went into Tommy’s room across the corridor, on the side of the house that was facing away from your house, smiling when she saw his window open. She popped her head out onto the roof, seeing Joel sitting outside next to the window, a cigarette in his hand. She climbed out, Joel immediately steadying her with his hand. She lowered the window enough and took the cigarette from him, taking a puff.

“So, that was really her, huh? I can see why you couldn’t get her out of your head. She’s pretty.”

“And has a Kyle. Fuck, I feel so stupid!”

“Don’t, don’t do that to yourself. You didn’t know.”

“How can I live here now, seeing them live their lives right next door? She cheated on him with me!”

“Maybe they just met?”

“And moved in together? After a few weeks?”

Silence. Joel hung his head, stubbing the cigarette out. He genuinely looked as if he was about to cry.

“What was the deal with you placing your hand on my waist? You’d never done that before.”

“I panicked, okay? She was right there, with him, and I just panicked. I don’t know why I did that,” he said, hanging his head low between his knees as if he was about to vomit.

“You really like her, don’t you?”

Joel rubbed his face, “I know you think it’s stupid, I know you and Tommy think I fall too fast, too hard, yeah, that’s right, I heard you two talking about me. But Tess, this woman, she’s something else. I felt like myself again around her. She made me feel… I don’t know…” Joel searched for the words that seemed to escape him.

“Whole.”

He looked at his cousin, who was now looking at him with a sad happiness in her eyes.

“Yeah,” he nodded, rubbing his face, trying desperately not to cry in front of his cousin, who might as well be the sister he never had.

“What do I do, Tess? Kyle was already talking about renovations. Wanting to talk to me about it. Do I tell him?”

Tess got all quiet. She shrugged. “I don’t know, Joel.” She held out her hand to him, asking for a cigarette. He lit another, taking a deep drag before handing it to her. “Look, you know where I stand on cheating. I mean, look at me, look at how I ended up living here with you in the first place,” she said. “But let’s be honest. You don’t know her that well. Tommy said you don’t even know her last name, and she didn’t know yours. The way I see it, she was definitely hiding something from you, but you don’t know what it is. It could be something else. Maybe they were on a break. Maybe they broke up.”

Joel took the cigarette back from her, taking a drag. “What’s your point?”

“I’m just saying, if there was a possibility that she withheld the fact that she had someone from you, there was also a possibility that she withheld another fact that could innocently explain why she slept with you. Maybe talk to her about it before you judge her?”

“Even if there was an innocent explanation,” he said, “She’s with him now. And come on, Tess. Look at him. There is no way I could compete with that guy. You know Mac told me they bought the place cash? Did you forget why Jen left me in the first place?”

“Not all women are like Jen, Joel.”

He took a deep breath. “I know.”

**********

You, Maria, Kyle and Ethan worked together to put the most basic of the stuff you need together that day. Your bed, after much struggling to carry the damn thing and the mattress upstairs, your cupboard, which somehow took the three people with uninjured limbs four whole hours to assemble. Ethan stayed downstairs, and without moving from his spot in the middle of the living room, bad leg out straight, managed to put all the legs to both your couches on, assemble your coffee table, TV cabinet, night stands, side tables and all eight dining chairs with no problem at all. He was working on your bar stools when the three of you came back downstairs, far too sweaty for your liking.

“Feeling better babes?” he asked, cocking his head at you in sympathy, patting the couch for you to sit down. You shook your head, plopping yourself on the plush sofa defeatedly, a sourpuss still on your face.

He faced you, “Look, I know you didn’t ask, but I think you should talk to him. Hear him out.”

“Are you mental? Hear what out? I saw everything with my own eyes! Heard everything in the first place with my own ears! He has someone!”

He pulled a face at you, “I don’t know… I just feel like… you withheld stuff from him, he withheld stuff from you, maybe it’s not what you think. I mean, think about it. What were your evidence that he’s with her? That he called her ‘baby’? So do I and Kyle. So does Maria. That she kissed him on his cheek? Babes, me and Kyle kiss you on the lips. Sure, not like that, but I feel like the kisses we give each other are more intimate than what you said she gave him. I don’t know babes. I feel like you’re reading way into this and freaking out because you like him. He was your first one night stand, and you overthought it. Just, talk to the guy.”

“Okay, I wasn’t gonna tell you this cause you told me not to,” Maria said, sitting next to you, “But back in Bali, Tommy told me Joel was single. He just got divorced. He didn’t say anything about a kid, but he definitely said he was single.”

“Oh, come on Maria. He was a man who was not exactly forthcoming with you either, you didn’t even tell him your last name, and he didn’t tell you his. He could’ve lied, just wanting his brother to get laid. You don’t even know if anything he told you was true!”

Maria’s confident looks faltered. You shook your head, hugging her, apologizing for your words. She hugged you back, telling you it’s okay.

Someone knocked on your door again, and Tess stood in front of your house, a dish in her hands. She was dressed in what looked like a nurse uniform.

“Figured you wouldn’t have time to cook or plan a meal with everything you needed to do,” she said, smiling. “It’s not much, just some baked macaroni,” Kyle immediately rushed to get the dish from her. Maria came to the door, introducing herself. Tess’s face lit up. “Maria? The Maria Tommy was telling me about?” she asked, her smile getting bigger as she did. She waved a hello to Ethan when he introduced himself.

“You’re off to work?” you asked, wanting to make up for the awkwardness you left her with earlier in the evening. Okay, maybe you just wanted to ease the guilt you’re feeling for sleeping with her man, what with her being so nice to you and all.

“Yeah, I’m on nights this week. I work at the Children’s Hospital downtown. Well, I’ll see you around? Just return the dish when you’re done. No need to bother with filling it. Nice to meet you two!” she waved a friendly goodbye and went off.

“Great,” you said, as you closed the door. “She’s a fucking paediatric nurse. She heals children for a living. I slept with the man of a fucking saint to comes to check on me when I might be in danger, cooks for me because she’s worried I might not have anything to eat and heals sick children for a living. Wonderful! Just, excellent!” You sat back down on the couch and rubbed your face, guilt eating you alive. God, why couldn’t she be a bitch?

“She’s a great cook too, this macaroni is excellent!” Kyle said, mouth full, Ethan and Maria nodding, having taken the newly bought Ikea forks you had bought out of its packaging, eating the macaroni from the dish, not even bothering to wash them.

Wonderful. Just, wonderful.

As the two of you were lying in your brand new bed that night, Maria told you that Ethan had a point. Talk to him. Ask him to tell you the truth, tell him what you heard that morning. If your hunch was right, then he’s a jerk. If not, go from there.

“What are you gonna do if you see Tommy?”

She suddenly got quiet. She shrugged.

“You like him, huh?”

“And you like Joel.”

You shrugged.

**********

“Look, brother, I know you said she’s with this Kyle guy,” Tommy said to Joel over breakfast the next day, “But I’m gonna tell you something Maria told me when we were in Bali anyway. She told me that Aria was single. That she had just broken up with her fiancé. So, maybe you misunderstood?”

“They kissed on the lips, Tommy. If they were broken up, they’re clearly back together now. Nothing I can do about it now, okay?”

Tommy looked at his brother, studying his body language, reading him in ways not many could.

“You really like her, don’t you?” he said slowly, realizing Tess was right.

Joel didn’t answer.

“You really like this Maria, don’t you?”

Tommy blushed, making Joel smile, forgetting his own worries.

“You know, you could just ask Aria for her number,” he said.

Tommy couldn’t help himself from smiling, but he shook his head. “I don’t know if she wants that. I’m not gonna go around her like that. If she wanted to keep in touch, she would’ve given me her number in Bali. I’ll ask Aria about her, though, if I see her.”

As the two of them left that morning, Sarah strapped in the back seat, Joel couldn’t help but glance at your place. It was early. Maybe you were still asleep. The truck Kyle came home in wasn’t in your driveway. Huh, he thought. He must have left very, very early. Joel didn’t hear the truck at all and he woke up around six that day, unable to sleep much, thinking that you were right next door sleeping in this Kyle’s arms.

He had trouble sleeping after he got back. The last good night’s sleep he had was in Bali, with you. God, all he wanted was to sleep with you in his arms again. Wake up and have a cup of Kopi Luwak with you. Go soap shopping with you.

But… you were with Kyle now. As much as he wanted to take Tess and Tommy’s advice, to talk to you, ask you everything directly, confirm things with you, if only so that you could live next door to each other in harmony, he didn’t know if he had the balls to do it just yet.

He had seen Jen around town and on social media in the arms of men after men, all hunks, all GQ worthy, all the while still being married to him. And he did feel upset. Sad, mostly. Angry.

But seeing you with Kyle, even in those few minutes, he felt something he had never felt in his life. Something he didn’t think existed in his bones.

Jealousy. He was jealous of the man you had cheated on. Jealous that he got to use the soaps you bought with him in Bali. That he got to sleep with you in his arms. That he got to kiss you whenever he liked. That he got to drink the bags of coffee you bought with him with you. That he got to share a plate of food with you.

He was distracted all day, so much so he nearly pierced right through his hand with a nail gun. Tommy noticed, telling him to go paint something instead before he killed someone from his lovestruck stupor.

“Come for a drink before we go home, brother,” he had said to his brother. “We don’t have work tomorrow, Tess will be home ‘til eight, Sarah will be fine. Maybe a drink or two will calm you.”

So, Joel went. And Tommy was right. He did feel a bit better, the music from the bar and talking to his workers and old friends distracting him from thinking about how you might be having dinner with your fine man as he sipped his beer.

“Joel? Joel Miller?”

He turned, a sweet looking lady smiling at him. She looked familiar.

“Lucy, remember? Tommy’s girlfriend introduced us a while back? I’m Sarah’s teacher.”

Right. The lady he refused to go out with. He was still married at the time.

“I heard about you and your wife. I’m so sorry. Can I buy you a drink?” she asked, a sweet smile on her face.

“Hey, Lucy, right?” Tommy suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

“Hi Tommy,” she said, hugging him. “You look good! How are you guys doing?”

“We’re okay,” Tommy said, eyeing Joel.

“So, how about that drink? You’re single now, you can’t use the ‘I’m married’ excuse anymore,” she said, looking at Joel, hope in her eyes.

She’s right. He’s single now. And she is pretty sweet. And you, the woman he had hoped to have a drink with was not available. Probably doing that cute couple thing where one of you were washing the dishes and the other drying, exchanging sweet kisses in between.

A drink wouldn’t hurt, right?  

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Part 7

[lunaandco]

his biggest fan

pairing: gavi x ofc

summary: alex's little brother is gavi's biggest admired. a fan meeting gets out of hand when her realises the girl he always had a crush on is accompanying a little boy.

author's note: watch me googling what's gavi's mom's name.

taglist: @htpssgavi; @joaosnovia

masterlist // I do not take requests

"Which name would you like on the shirt?" asked the retail worker. Alex smiled without showing her lips.

"Gavi!" exclaimed Aaron, his little excited face reminding her why she was doing this.

"Everyone's favourite, huh?" smiled the woman as she searched for the letters and number.

In Sevilla, evryone loved Gavi. He was the pride of the people, Los Palacios' latest gem. Alex hoped the woman wouldn't notice by their accent, that they were from Los Palacios too.

Alex ignored the ridiculous price tag and paid for the small sized Barça t-shirt. She had just gotten her first pay check, and she was happy to use it to give her little brother a birthday gift.

"Can I wear it now?" He was asking, as they left the store. "Please..."

"Alright, but be quick."

They were late for the bus, and Alex would probably have to haul Aaron to run faster and reach the stop in time, but she still indulged him. There had been no one there to be sweet with her when she was his age.

They got on the bus, Aaron proudly displaying his new shirt, as he chose one of the seats by the end. And as Alex predicted, he fell asleep as soon as the bus started moving.

There was a woman sitting on the other side of the aisle, but Alex was too busy accomodating her stuff as Aaron rested his little face on the window, to pay attention to her.

"Alejandra?" called a voice. She turned, confused. The bus form Sevilla to Los Palacios wasn't usually crowded, and the chances of meeting someone you kind of knew were high, but it always sent a rush of adrenaline through her spine.

Luckily, the person calling was a middle aged woman with a kind smile, and not a girl her age with a sneer.

"I..." The woman looked familiar, and clearly knew her. Alex took to long to recognise her: Gavi's mum. She checked that Aaron was still sleeping. "Hi."

"It's been so long since last time I saw you!" The woman was so warm, Alex felt like crying. "You've grown a lot. I can still reememebr when you were this tall;" she made a gesture with her hand, raising it to a very low height. "You managed to get Gavi to wear pigtails once..."

Alex's heart clenched. She did not remmeber the anecdote she was talking about. Her life before college was just a distant memory, something she did not want to relieve, even if it included Aaron's favourite footballer.

She smiled, nontheless.

"He was easy to manipulate into doing stupid things," she said. It was the last impression she had of Gavi, before he left. That he would do the things she told him to if she was convincing enough.

"Not at all. Aurora had been trying to get him to let her brush his hair for ages. It took you only fifteen minutes."

Gema seemed to reminisce those years with fondness. To that Alex didn't know what to say.

"It's probably a sibling thing. This little gremlin won't listen either," she pointed at Aaron, who was still peacefully asleep.

"Aw, another Barça boy?"

"And Gavi boy," Alex admitted, shyly.

"Must be cool to have an older sister that went to school with you idol, then."

"He doesn't know. I've never told him."

"Why not?" Gema seemed confused.

"He would not let me talk about anything else if he knew. He's a little shit like that," lied Alex.

"Ah."

Alex thought that the conversation would die down then, but she was wrong.

"There is a reunion with all the kids you went to class with, I heard. Gavi was wondering if it would be a good idea to go. If you're there I'm sure he'll..."

"I'm not going."

"Why not?" Gema was confused by the finality of Alex statement. She decided to stop ignoring the issue.

"I was bullied, in high school." She explained. "It was long aftet Gavi went to Catalunya, that is probably why you don't know. It got so bad I moved away with my mum to Sevilla and my parents divorced." Gema looked truly surprsised. "I will only be in Los Palacios tonight to drop Aaron at my dad's, and then I'll pick the first bus tomorrow morning."

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear, I had no idea. Here I thought it was just bad luck that I hadn't seen you around in a long while." Gema reached to squeeze Alex's shoulder. This kind of compassion was what she had missed of teachers and her father during those tough years. "Is everything better now?"

"Yeah. I just wish I could get him to leave with my mum and me, but you know. Custody battles are bullshit."

"If there is anything I can do to help..."

"It's okay, thank you."

💙❤️

Alex watched as her father hugged Aaron and complimented him on his new shirt. After years of ignoring her calls for help, their realtionship was strained at best, non existent at worst.

"You should have chosen another player," said then her father, and Alex could have killed him. "Everyone here has the same shirt, how will you now it's yours?"

"Because he'll be wearing it," snapped Alex over her breakfast toast.

"Be nice to your father," ammonested his wife, but before Alex could tell her off and remind her she was not her mother, the house's doorbell rang. "Are you expecting anyone, sweetie?"

Alex's father shook his head, as he got up to chek who it could be. There were some voices, and then Aaron screamed.

Alex turned to see what was all that for, and her heart fell to her feet when she realised it was Gavi standing behind her father, wearing a plain white t-shirt and cream cargo pants. Aaron ran to Gavi's arms, who picked him up effortlessly.

For the child, it was like Christmas and his birthday all in one. Alex sat on the living room's table, her mouth open, as she processed the fact that Gavi was there.

"Hey," he said, ignring her father's confused stare. "My mum said you didn't have a bus ticket to go back to Sevilla." He winked, totally acknowledgeing that it was bullshit. "I thought I could give you a ride?"

💙❤️

"I'm so sorry about that," she said, hopping on his car.

"Don't worrty, it's alright. It's actually kind of sweet, when little kids get that excited to see you."

Excited was an understatement. Aaron had been jumping up and down, throwing himself over and over again at Gavi's arms. And Gavi had indulged him, smiling and laughing and overall being a sweetheart.

It had taken a long time to convince Aaron to let Gavi go with Alex, and a very serious pinky promise that Gavi would be back to spend more time with him soon.

"Still. I'm sure it can get overwhelming at some point."

"It does. But I really wanted to see you, so it was really no bother." Alex shot a confused glance at him. "My mum told me that she saw you yesterday."

Alex dropped her gaze, waiting for the pity party.

"I talked to Mario and Alejandro. They told me it was Sofía and her girls that did it...?"

There was a strange cadence to his tone. Not pitiful, but pissed off.

"Yeah?"

"Did you ever know why she hated you so much?"

"Not really."

It had happened out of nowhere, when Alex was fifteen. Suddenly Sofía and her girls decided she was persona non grata everywhere and that she should not be allowed a second of peace.

"I told Mario I l had always had a crush on you, when we were little." Gavi gripped the steering wheel harshly. "He must have blabbered and suddenly Sofía had a target."

"You're telling me, the worst years of my life happened because some petty jealousy? Over a boy?"

Alex's emotions were too big for her to consider how her tone was dismissive of Gavi's confession.

"I still have that crush, if it's of any help—"

"I don't care about your crush, oh, my God, I can't believe this is why she hated me so much."

Alex was reduced to tears, as Gavi skipped the sped limit. He drove with confidence, which she appreciated. The sooner she was safe on her mother's arms the better.

💙❤️

After leaving his car with a slam. Alex didn't expect to see Gavi again. At that moment, she had been too into her emotions to stop herself from burning that bridge, even for Aaron's sake.

But she was wrong.

In one of his calls, Aaron told her excitedly how Gavi had found him again, and invited him to watch a Spain game that would be played in Sevilla.

"You know I don't like those things, and I'm too petty to let your father enjoy it," said her mum when Alex confronted her about the fact that Aaron needed an adult to take him to the stadium. "You should take the second ticket. Gavi used to be your friend anyway. It can't be that bad."

"It could be, Sofía—"

"Sofía can eat shit. Gavi invited your brother, and you, let's not pretend that he isn't hoping you go with him; not her. You have what she never will. Enjoy it, will you?"

💙❤️

Aaron emited a small screech as he jumped on Gavi's arms again. The Spain tracksuit was fitted to his body, the backpack on his back made him look a lot younger than he was. Sofía smiled softly.

"Hey, Aaroncito. Have you been good, huh? Made sure your sister was happy for me?"

"Yes!!" Exclaimed Aaron, while Alex battled her blush.

"Isn't it true that your big sister is the best in the world?"

Alex averted her eyes. She could not look at the way he was smiling without feeling her stomach twist. Suddenly the victory Spain had earned against Denmark was not as sweet. A defeat wouldn't have Gavi in such high spirits and she would not need to confront to fact that his crush might not be one sided.

And that she might have missed her chance.

Aaron was using his little arms to cling at Gavi's neck.

"You should date my sister," he half whispered, half screamed. "That way you can know everything about her and stop asking me stupid questions."

Gavi's jaw fell open, as his cheeks turned red.

"That is treason," he attempted to joke, but it came out as stammering.

"Aaron!" Alex tried to reprimand her sibling, but she was blushing too. When had Gavi asked about her? When he invited Aaron?

"It's okay." He left the boy on the floor. "Maybe he's right, no?"

Gavi's stance was open, hopeful. Alex knew there was only one right answer.

"We could try," she half smiled.

[scrapmetaldoe]

large rocket headcannon dump because he means a lot to me (very largely mcu based)

He listens to music as much as possible. If you find him working on something or just reading a book he is listening to music.

He loves making things and giving them to people.

As much as he says he’s against it he loves getting pet, but he was against it for a while because it makes him feel vulnerable.

He is a hater at heart and he holds so many grudges against people that have wronged him, no matter how small.

He is more of a tea person and has made his own tea before.

Rocket cannot cook at all, he almost burnt down his apartment in knowhere one time trying to make a grilled cheese. However he loves food and loves being made food too.

He adores being called pet names.

He is not the best at normal reassurance but reassures in his own way. Like he will not give you words of reassurance and instead will say “What if instead of being sad we go blow shit up will that help?” (and it does)

His handwriting is awful and he is no longer allowed to write things for the guardians because nobody else can read it.

He has minor hearing loss from the amount of loud noises he’s around. From gunfire, explosions, and just listening to music too loud.

He is a certified yapper and will talk on and on about his interests.

(this ones self indulgent hehe) He loves loves loves collecting flowers and giving them away to the people that they remind him of.

His tail wags when he’s happy and he Hates it.

He’s very blunt about things and will just call people out when they’re being stupid.

He very much likes physical closeness and after a certain point of being around people doesn’t leave their side.

As said by @/raccoonfallsharder raccoons are very tactile (right here) and after crying over that i thought about how he’d react to your hand, and how eventually holding it would become a second nature to him, being able to recognize it was you only from touch and nothing else.

He likes to stick out his tongue in a mocking way but it doesn’t look mocking it just looks cute.

Groot when he was a sapling used to do up his fur and he “complained” about it but he actually really enjoyed it.

He did research on what build-a-bears were after tony called him one and he was Not happy to say the least.

(Last one) Him and yondu talked about embarrassing moments of quills. So every now and again rocket brings one up to quill and quill is shocked by how he knows that.

i have more but i’m tired, thank you all <33

[cakerybakery]

Adam was panicking a lot. Sorry didn’t cut it. But he was shit at mushy crap. His wedding vows were just going to be “sames” until he mentioned it one night while they were visiting the hotel and Lucifer was off helping Charlie with something.

The general census was he was a fucking moron if he did that. And Angel and Husk spent the next forty minutes dragging out every stupid ass feeling Adam had for Lucifer and putting it down on paper.

He didn’t had forty minutes, nor a couple people who would happily call him out on his bullshit.

“What the fuck do people usually say?”

The guy behind the counter shrugged, “stuff like ‘dear spouse. I’m sorry for what I did or said, it won’t happen again. Love me.’ And within a month they’re back writing the same note.”

“Thanks, asshole.”

He shrugged again. He wasn’t paid enough to care.

“Okay. How about, ‘Dear, Lucifer—‘“

“Ha. Your husband has the same name as the king.” The guy chuckled and Adam stared him down until there was a dawning realization in the clerks eyes. “Oh. Oh shit. You’re dead, dead… your highness?”

“‘Dear, Lucifer. I didn’t mean to hurt your fellings’, wait no. ‘F-e-e-l-i-n-g-s’ yeah that’s it. ‘I am sorry. Love, Adam.’ How’s that sound?”

“Like a suicide note.” The clerk offered unhelpfully. He got Adam another card. “Why not something like, ‘I’m sorry for my hurtful words. It was inconsiderate of me. I will strive to do use kinder words from now on’?”

“Lame.” Adam wrote it down anyway. Then doodled a dick in the corner. “Can you deliver this to the Morningstar Manor?”

“Right away.”

“Cool. Can you deliver me too? I’m lost as fuck.”

Adam pregnant with Lucifer’s baby: it doesn’t really matter who they take after.

Lucifer pregnant with Adam’s baby: for the love of God! Take after me! I’ll never be the same if you’re a giant like your father!

[nibbelraz]

Hello! I wanna know your take on the theory that sqh is yhr system.

I've heard different variations of this theory but I think him being the system is kinda close to him being a God since he basically changes the world and fits it to his idea. Another one Im thinking about thats cool is that the system is like a program of Qinghuas main outline and it's a part of him that's helping to bring about his initial idea. Like the system IS part of Qinghua, especially the part where he pesters the shit out of his number 1 hater. I do think it would be funny if System Shang Qinghua is giving out RIDICULOUS scenarios and rewards. Kinda like the God Shang Qinghua theory, except he's more confined to the systems way of doing things.