#hope you don’t mind nd hopefully this explains it well!

[secondhello]

hii!!! sorry if u already mentioned it somewhere, but whats ur artfight? i looked all over your blog but i cant find it

Hello hello hello !!! We do art fight off the grid :-) we don’t have an account or team we just attack muts!! However we wouldn’t mind other people attacking us so long as their fine w us having no real account ^_^ we just love drawing people’s ocs!! We don’t have much oc stuff up here so we usually just give folks our refs but uhm, here’s all our characters we’re letting people draw!

Our oc Story, and Story’s alter Song ^_^

Our fursona, named Lucky :-) she’s a valais black nosesheep dog mix (she/he)

Our furry design for Dale Cooper cause we’re very attached to him

Aaand Henry and Ricken (you can use any pronouns for them we don tcare

Haave fun !

[prose-for-hire]

Always and forever

Pairing: Buffy Summers x fem!reader

Request: Hi I love your writing , may I request a Female reader x Buffy where they go on a small date and the reader is clueless it's a date cause they're awkward and Buffy thinks it's cute 🥺💕

Requested by: Anon

A/N: I’m back writing (slowly, very slowly) and here with Buffy and a female reader no less – hope this is what you wanted anon !! 💜🖤

It started with a smile.

The first time you had met she had been entranced by your smile. She thought you were the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. You had become close friends, the type where you could tell the other everything. Everything except your feelings for the other.

Buffy had liked you for a long time, she had come out to you first telling you that she liked girls. You had smiled, tried your best to be encouraging – explaining that you had those feelings for other women too.

She was beyond pleased when she heard this, she had a crush on your for a long time, but she hadn’t told you this just yet. She was trying to work up the courage to say something. She was usually more self-assured but when it came to you, there was no margin for error. She couldn’t lose you.

It was no secret to your friends that you both had feelings for each other, having both separately confided to the others. You, slightly awkwardly to Willow and Tara one afternoon in the Magic Box when it was quiet). The witches just smiled at each other knowingly, having had a recent and very similar conversation with a certain slayer about her feelings for you.

But nobody had clued either of you in, it was better to let you both discover it yourselves, they decided.

It carried on like this, with the stolen glances you would take at any opportunity. As well as the laughter and the way you both appeared to light up when the other was around.

Until today. Today, was the day. Buffy had just woken up and decided life was too short. You had all just fought your way through an apocalypse and Buffy decided she didn’t want to face the end of the world again without you knowing the way she felt.

She found you in the Magic Box sorting through some scrolls. You worked there and had been left to man the store alone as everyone else had some really important things to be doing until later.

The bell rang at the front and you looked up, smiling when you saw who it was. Buffy. She was wearing a cute cami and you complimented it as soon as you saw it. You wanted to continue, complimenting every feature she had. Every sweet smile and her rosy cheeks after she fought a demon.

Buffy smiled, looking down slightly as she spoke. She was usually so forthright, so self-assured but with you it all melted away.

This was so important to her – you were so important to her. She decided to ask you on a date first, so you could feel out how you wanted to continue.

“You wanna Bronze it tonight?”

“Uh, yeah okay – I’ll ask the others”

“No, uh, you don’t have to. We can have a girls night – where the girls would b-be just us” She hinted, your face smiling softly as you became excited at the prospect of having her alone.

However, you hadn’t realised that you had actually just agreed to a date. You were quite black and white and she made you flustered at the best of times so because she hadn’t actually called it a date – you hadn’t realised that was what it was.

Nevertheless, you dressed up with her in mind. Your favourite outfit, one she had compliment before. You were so excited that she wanted to spend quality time to you but you never even considered she wanted to hold you the way you wished to hold her. Kiss her the way she wanted to kiss you. Or even call each other girlfriend in the way you both desperately wanted.

She smiled as you entered, she had already saved a table. She wouldn’t usually come so early but she had been so excited (and she knew if she went for a walk around the block to kill time she would run into some demon and instead become hideously late because she would get into a fight).

You were right on time, not wanting to miss a second with her. You slid into the seat opposite her. She slid the drink over to you that she had already ordered. You were surprised to note it was your favourite: she had remembered. As you reached for the cup, your hand brushed against hers.

You felt a heat rising in your cheeks as you looked down at the way your hands had touched even slightly. You moved your hand reluctantly and took a massive gulp of your drink for something to do. To distract yourself from thinking about how her hand would feel in yours. How you were sure her fingers were made to entwine perfectly with yours.

She smiled at the contact but moved when you did, pulling her arms to cross them on the table reluctantly. She watched your hand as you clutched the cup and took a drink, you complimented her choice telling her you couldn’t have ordered any better yourself. She was very proud of this, shrugging a little and doing that pleased little smile you loved.

You were friends, you hugged and showed affection but because it was a date she wished she could reach over and take your hand without having to think twice about it.

She started to talk, asking you about your day. Your interests and any hobbies you had been enjoying recently. But she was unsure if you were having second thoughts. She had been really excited when you had agreed to go out just you and her. But you seemed uncomfortable or at least, uninterested in her.

This wasn’t true. Not even a little bit. You were worried that you were showing your feelings too blatantly when you weren’t sure she felt the same. You overcompensated and so it came off the complete opposite of what you felt.

All of Buffy’s not-so-subtle hints had clearly been lost on you.

Eventually you warmed up, knowing you were close friends should be enough. You knew Buffy cared about you so it was odd that you weren’t being the same.

You shared drinks, the best food that the Bronze had to offer and you were even convinced to dance with her. She lit up so beautifully when you agreed to dance with her. The proximity almost left you reeling. You were afraid you would faint at how close to her you were. How she guided your hands to rest on her as you danced to a slower song together.

She told several men more than once that all of your dances were hers. Nobody questioned it, especially seeing as they knew who Buffy was and the amount of strength she had.

You grinned whispering your thanks, despite you still not quite figuring out her reason for being so blunt with everyone else. All you could focus on was how happy you were with her. Swaying against her slowly. The way her perfume clung to her and her hands grazed your lower back made you shiver.

You were feeling so many things at once and she would never know. Never know how much this moment meant to you. You wished that you could take a picture and keep it in a locket around your neck. Keep her by your side always.

At the end of a really nice night, you walked out together, her insisting on walking an extra thirty minutes out of her way to walk you to your house. She needed to make sure that you weren’t ambushed by something big and gross.

When you arrived at your home you turned to thank her for a fun time. You smiled, feeling a little more confident to express your feelings with your close friend and rubbed her upper arm softly. She smiled at the contact, feeling the usual glimmer of hope she would feel. Pleased that now you had been on a date, this meant she had been right. That you harboured affection back.

This, of course was true, but you still weren’t entirely aware that she felt this way despite every sign. As you turned to leave she stopped you gently, holding your hand and smiling. She took a deep breath before finally saying something she had wanted to say for such a long time.

“We could kiss y’know, what with the date… only if the whole romantic kiss-age thing is cool with you and not totally outdated”

“This was… a date?”

“Uh, well, only in the sense that we had food and prolonged eye contact” She said, dropping your hand softly and looking away. She was expecting you to let her down gently. She was starting to get embarrassed, she had put her heart on the line. It had been so long and the last thing she wanted was to lose you as a friend.

“I-I didn’t realise-”

“That’s okay. It’s really fine I’ll just go” She started to babble, her eyes widening slightly, “Hopefully the Hellmouth will swallow me up on the way home” she muttered starting to turn away.

“Don’t go! I’m sorry, I was just trying to figure out how I got so lucky” You grinned, finally able to find your words. You moved closer to her, both of your eyes glistening at the revelation. You moved slowly and she blinked slowly, anticipating the contact from your skin. You tucked a stray strand of her beautiful blonde hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek, “Can I still have that kiss?” You whispered, barely audible. It still didn’t feel real. You were walking on air.

You adored her. And to think she harboured anything close to how you felt about her. You were beyond giddy.

Your lips met, it was perfection. The perfect release. You emotions were heightened and the affection you had both harboured for so long poured between you freely for the first time. It was a revelation, her lips gliding against yours. She pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. She wanted to know every part of you. Her lips were so soft, almost addictive. She tasted so good.

The cold nipped at your exposed skin but neither of you noticed it. You were warm. Filled to the brim with love. With such wanting that could finally be fulfilled. You clung to each other, whispering affection and your feelings between kisses as you started to slow and pull away. You looked at each other and smiled. Laughing slightly. She held your hands, squeezing them. That had been the most beautiful kiss either of you had ever had. You never wanted to part.

But you knew now, deep within, that you would never have to.

Your place was by her side.

For always.

[zwowow]

this might be very triggering so its fine if u dont do it, but kells self harming secretly and em finding out and kells thinks he’s gonna be mad but em is comforting instead

sorry for the ask, im the same anon that went thru a break up and it aint going well

tw: self harm 

I’m sorry my love, break ups are rough and it really sounds like ur goin thru it. sorry this took a while! but hopefully you’ve had time to heal a bit between sending this ask nd now. 

psa to all I’ve never self harmed, so i’m just hoping this captures the idk headspace? alright :/ 

He started when he was a teenager. That’s how long he’s been doing this shit. It’s fucking shameful that he hasn’t grown out of it in over a decade, but it’s also one of the only things that’s consistently soothed him. When weed isn’t enough to calm him, or shake him from a spiral of self-loathing, he always comes back to this. Not because it makes him feel better, but because it makes him feel something. 

He can focus on the pain and only the physical pain. His emotions, the real world shit he has to deal with, can fall to the side for a moment and he can revel in the hurt. The hurt that he has control over. 

That’s a part of it, too. Control. So much of the existential pain he feels is beyond what he himself can change. Everyone gets to have an opinion on him, and regardless if it’s good or bad, he has to know it and internalize it. He has no choice. Time moves on and he can’t control what his past self has done, but the regret eats him alive. His head spins when he thinks about all of the shit that’s wrong in his life that he no longer has the power to change. 

But the harm he does himself? Knowingly and methodically? It’s all controlled. He’s got it all under control. 

Or at least he did. Recently, he’s had the itch to hurt more and more frequently. There’s so much going on in his life that he’s no longer in control of even the one thing that makes him feel grounded. The old scars and fresh wounds are getting harder to hide. Even on his inked skin, raised bumps and sensitive bruises are easy to find when his boyfriend spends all of his time roaming his hands gently over his body. 

But Em can’t find out. Colson refuses to let him. He’d think Colson is pathetic (he is). He’d be disgusted by him (he should be). He’d hate him (but he couldn’t hate him more than Colson hates himself). 

He tries not to hurt himself around Em because of this, but sometimes it’s unavoidable. Sometimes he needs it. 

Colson sneaks out of bed one night at Em’s place while his boyfriend is sleeping. On his way out, he grabs his small bag that has just a few of the items he uses to hurt himself. His fingers shake around the bag and his breath quickens in his chest. 

Ain’t it funny that the shame he feels from doing this just makes him want to do it more? 

When he makes it to a bathroom far enough away from Em’s room that he doubts he would make the effort to find him all the way down here, he lays the bag on the counter and opens it up. 

This hadn’t started with the razor blades and lighters he keeps in the bag. He’s worked himself here from pulling out his leg hair and scratching his own arms raw just to feel the sting. The older and more well known he got, the more out of control he felt, and from there he made the jump from nervous ticks to genuine self harm. 

He used to starve himself, too. He thinks back to only a couple of years ago and picks up the lighter. He could go days without eating, even while on tour. There were times where he’d pass out after shows from the hunger, but he’d write it off to others as exhaustion. That had been one of the most pleasing ways to hurt himself. The gentle build up to physical depletion to match what he felt emotionally was fulfilling in a way he couldn’t possibly explain to anyone. 

And that’s why he stopped. Em started to catch on. He started to ask questions no one had asked before. He was obsessed with feeding Colson and keeping him healthy. 

Colson started eating regularly because Em would’ve hated to know his not eating wasn’t just absent-minded forgetting. He would’ve been so disappointed to find out it was deliberate starvation. Colson didn’t want to disappoint Em. 

He still doesn’t. Colson puts the lighter on the counter and takes out one of his blades, too. Em would hate to see this. He wouldn’t understand. 

Inhaling shakily through his nose, Colson looks between his two options for tonight. He leaves the blade on the counter and picks up the lighter. Em is sure to notice if he has a fresh cut. A burn is easier to hide. 

He flicks the lighter to life and is deciding where to hold it on his body when he hears the first knock. 

“Kells.” Shit. He loosens his grip on the lighter and the flame goes out. 

What is Em doing out of bed, and what the fuck is he doing down here?

“Kells,” Em tries again, “You good?” 

“I’m fine.” He lies. 

“Are you fucking smoking in there?” Outside, Em’s voice grows suspicious. He heard the lighter go on and now he thinks Colson is smoking weed in his bathroom. That would be easier to explain. 

After too long of a pause he says, “No.” 

Em doesn’t give a warning before he throws open the bathroom door. Colson wants to knock his head into the mirror for not thinking to lock it. He dives for the blade on the counter, but Em is staring right at it. 

“What the fuck?” Em looks between Colson and the counter multiple times. It’s a stupid overdramatic response, but he wants to slit his fucking wrists from that look. 

Em’s brow furrows. Colson feels sick to his stomach. Em is pissed at him. He’s disgusted by him. He doesn’t know whether to throw him out or call a mental hospital. He hates him. He must be so angry. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to find out. I was trying to hide it. I shouldn’t have done it here. I know it’s fucking sick. I know it’s fucking crazy to cut and burn myself, I know but I...” Excuses and apologies trip over each other running off of his tongue. 

“You’re cutting yourself?” Em interrupts him. His intense gaze sweeps over Colson. He’s not disgusted or angry like he’d thought. He’s shocked, confused, and even a bit hurt. 

“I... yeah.”

“Why?” A loaded question like that shoots Colson right through the chest. Why? He can hardly answer the question to himself, how is he supposed to explain it to Em?

Em said it himself, he was just clownin’ when talking about cutting himself, how fucked up does someone have to be to actually do that? Colson doesn’t want to explain to Em how fucked up he is.

When he doesn’t answer, Em looks back down at the blade and then at the lighter still in his hand. Kells sees the thousands of things he wants to say and the million questions he wants to ask in his eyes. Finally his eyes set, and Kells braces himself for the next thing to come out of Em’s mouth. 

“Don’t do that shit tonight, yeah? Just come back to bed.” The response shocks Colson even more silent than he’d been. Does he still want to know why, or is he just dropping it? 

As if reading his mind, Em shrugs, “You can tell me why when you’re ready. Tonight, I just want to cuddle your ass.” He holds out his hand to Colson and laces their fingers together tightly when he grabs on. Em tugs him gently out of the bathroom and down the hall back to his room. Colson leaves the lighter and the blade on the counter. 

When they’re back in bed, Em holds him differently than he has before, His arm feels weighted, it presses Colson gently down into the bed, unable to move from the hold. Em holds him from behind protectively and breathes into Colson’s neck. It’s so close it’s almost claustrophobic, but Colson wouldn’t pull away from it even if he could. The urge to hurt himself is immediately replaced by the need to burrow in closer to Em’s grounding touch. 

He falls asleep easily, letting the last of his shame and fear at Em’s reaction leave his body without a fight. 

In the morning, he goes to clean his stuff up in the bathroom, or to throw it away, but not to use it. When he gets there, the bag, the razor, and the lighter are nowhere to be found. Instead of being anxious at the loss, he feels a bit calmed by it. 

This isn’t the end. He won’t be able to stop hurting himself just because Em got rid of a few of his blades and one of his many designated lighters, but it is a start. 

Em knows now, he’s looking out for it. And if the way he always acts toward him, from the making sure Colson is eating to the cuddle last night is any indication, he’ll be there when Colson needs it. He’ll take care of him. 

[fridgeful-o-help]

thank you if you can answer my questions, hopefully all 5 parts went through, and sorry that it ended up being kind of long and rambly. i really appreciate the way you answer people and thought you'd be able to provide some good insight which is why i wanted to hear your opinions if that's okay. thanks so much again, i really do appreciate any advice, and i hope you're doing well and having a good day or night. take care for now!

HI NONNIE! I GOT ALL YOUR ASKS AND ILL DO MY BEST TO AWNSER EVERYTHING I CAN. I DO TRY MY BEST TO BE HELPFUL, AND IM GLAD YOU THINK IM GOOD AT IT.

I HOPE THIS HELPS BUT IM VERY LONG-WINDED TODAY APPERENTLY

NOW, TO BEGIN. TYPICALLY WHEN ARGUING FOR NEOPRONOUNS AGAINST THE ARGUMENT YOU HAVE BEEN PRESENTED YOU HAVE TO GO FOR MORE... WHAT THE DIFFERENCE IS BETWEEN ASKING PEOPLE TO CALL YOU A SLUR OR WITH "BLMSELF" IS THAT THOSE THINGS CAUSE ACTUAL HARM TO OTHER PEOPLE. THERES ALSO THAT THERE ISNT ANYTHING WRONG WITH PIZZASELF, IT JUST SORT OF? SOUNDS SILLY? ITS NOT HURTING ANYONE, AND THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING A LITTLE SILLY IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL HAPPY AND COMFORTABLE. A LOT OF PEOPLE WHO HATE NOUNSELF ARE GOING OFF THE BASE REACTION THAT ITS SILLY/DUMB SO ID KEEP THAT IN MIND. (FYI IF YOU GO BY PIZZASELF YOURE AWESOME. YOU DONT DESERVE ANY FLACK YOU GET FOR DOING SO AND KEEP BEING YOU BECAUSE YOURE COOL! 8}) BUT YES I AGREE, MOST IF NOT ALL PEOPLE WITH THAT ARGUMENT DO NOT USE NEOPRONOUNS THEMSELVES.

PLEASE REMEMBER THOUGH THAT IF IT WAS UNINETIONAL WHEN YOU INVALIDATE SOMEONE IT WAS AN ACCIDENT AND MISTAKE, AND YOU WILL MOST LIKELY BE FORGIVEN. WE ALL DO AT SOME POINT OR ANOTHER AND I PROMISE IT DOES NOT MAKE YOU A BAD PERSON.

COMING FROM THAT, THERE IS A VERY SIZABLE CHUNK OF NOUNSELF USERS WHO ARE LEGITAMATE AT LEAST THE LEAST, FROM MY PERSONAL OBSERVATION. A PATTERN I THINK IVE NOTICED IN (A PORTION OF) THE PEOPLE WHO I KNOW 100% ARE SINCERE IS USUALLY PEOPLE WILL SELECT NOUN PRONOUNS BASED ON HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT THEMSELVES? FOR THEM ITS DONE AS PART OF GENDER PERFORMANCE TO INVOKE A CERTAIN FEELING, LIKE SOMEONE WHO FEELS VERY CUTESY MIGHT GO FOR BUN/BUNS FOR EXAMPLE. ITS NOT ALWAYS THAT WAY THOUGH.

SORRY I GOT OFF TRACK. ANYWAYS, NOUNSELF TROLLS ARE SOMEWHAT DIFFICULT TO SPOT DUE TO IT BEING WELL. HARD TO MAKE A "PARODY" OF, REALLY. WITH NON-NOUNSELF ID JUST CHECK PRONOUNCIATIONS AND SUCH BEFORE PROCEEDING. FOR THE MOST PART THOUGH I WOULD TRY TO HANDLE YOUR FEARS AS BEST AS POSSIBLE? INSTANCES OF TROLLING LIKE THAT BLOW UP BECAUSE THEY ARE SCARY AND GENERATE CLICKS, THAT DOESNT MEAN THAT THEYRE COMMON NOR UNIVERSAL. IF IT CONTINUES TO BOTHER YOU ID SUGGEST DOING SOMETHING I LEARNED IN THERAPY CALLED A BELIEF EXPERIMENT (DOING A SMALLER, ACHIVABLE ACTION TO ATTEMPT TO PROVE OR DISPROVE WORRIED/ANXIOUS THOUGHTS. ID USUALLY DO THIS WITH A SUPPORTIVE FRIEND TO HAVE YOUR BACK OR SOMETHING OF THAT SORT)

GENERALLY IF YOU THINK YOUR FRIENDS WOULD FIND IT ODD BUT WOULD STILL BE RELITIVELY ACCEPTING ID TREAT IT LIKE A NORMAL COMING OUT OF THE CLOSET WITH A FEW EXTRA STEPS. ID USUALLY SUGGEST TELLING YOUR FRIENDS PERSONALLY BEFORE UPDATING YOUR SOCIALS, BUT THATS UP TO YOU. ID ALSO GO WITH ANY TRANS FRIENDS YOU HAVE FIRST IF THATS AN OPTION, BECAUSE USUALLY ITS EASIER TO EXPLAIN HOW YOU FEEL MORE COMFORTABLE WITH NEOS IN THAT SITUATION. IT MIGHT SUCK BUT ID SUGGEST THAT WHEN/IF THEY ARE MILDLY INSENSITIVE JUST EXPLAIN THAT IT BOTHERED YOU AND WHY, HOPEFULLY THEYLL GET IT.

TYPICALLY MY RESPONSE TO SOMEONE BEING RUDE TO ME IS NOT... IDEAL SO I DONT KNOW HOW TO ADVISE YOU ON THAT, BUT GENERALLY YOU DONT HAVE TO DEFEND THE FACT YOU EXIST IF YOURE NOT UP FOR IT. USE THE BLOCK BUTTON AS LIBERALLY AS YOU LIKE, ITS A DEFENCE IN ITS OWN RIGHT.

THATS ALL, I THINK. YOUR MESSAGES COPY-PASTED WILL BE UNDER THE CUT, FORGIVE ME IF I MISSED SOMETHING, I DO HAVE A DISORDER THAT MAKES IT SLIGHTLY DIFFICULT FOR ME TO READ. FEEL FREE TO SUBMIT ANY FURTHER QUESTIONS, COMMENTS ETC AND DO TELL ME IF I DID MISS SOMETHING YOU STILL NEED HELP WITH .

MESSAGES AS FOLLOWS, WITH SEPERATIONS REMOVED:

so i've been using neopronouns for less than a week and every day since i started, i've been getting negative reactions. the negativity comes from strangers, so it doesn't hurt me as personally as if friends were doing this (i actually haven't said anything to my friends about my neopronouns yet). anyhow, when people try to argue with me, i tell them that i don't see why they can't be respectful and call someone whatever makes them feel happy and comfortable. one reaction i got was "just because something makes someone happy doesn't make it valid" and compared it to letting someone drink poison if drinking poison is what makes them happy. then i get a lot of people who bring up stuff like "but what if the pronouns that make me feel valid contain a slur? / what if i use pizzaself? / what if i only go by BLMself pronouns? you'd be invalidating me!!!" and they try to use my own words against me since i've previously said "even if you don't understand it you should call people by what makes them feel valid." i know these people don't even use neopronouns to begin with but tbh it still does start to make me feel guilty? i'm nd and i can't always pick up social cues or sarcasm so i would feel horrible if i did unwillingly invalidate someone. but i'm also kind of paranoid because so much trolling has been going around recently like one video where someone tricked another person into using neopronouns that sounded like a slur when said out loud, recorded it, and put it online. i don't always know who is being sincere and who wants to trick people, particularly with nounself pronouns, like the pizzaself thing. finally, i wanted to go back to the topic of not telling my friends about my neopronouns yet. i feel like if i just start to put my neopronouns on profiles that my friends can view, it'll seem odd to them that i never said anything before, but i also don't know how to bring up in a personal conversation "i found out about some neopronouns i like and i've started using them" without it being awkward. i don't think my friends would make fun of me but i do think they'd find neopronouns 'weird' in general and maybe act kind of insensitive without meaning to, like not getting it. how would you react to the rude ppl? i know i could ignore them but i feel like they take that as them 'winning' or me running out of ways to defend my point of view. and how would you have your friends find out about about you wanting to use neopronouns?

[fullsunthingz]

CROWN | P.SH Series

[THIS SEREIS HAS BEEN TRANSFERED TO WATTPAD]

CROWN | The 3rd Prince [2]

pairing: Sunghoon x reader

genre: royal au

UPDATES DURING FRIDAYS

(Number of chapters are not finalized)

[Prologue] [1] [2]  [3]

Word count: 3.16k

[enhypen/iland masterlist]

Months had passed, Y/N’s task was to embroider different designs on the coats and sleeping attires that was made for the different Princes in the palace. The prince assigned to her was the 3rd prince, Prince Yixiang. Other people in the palace often says that the 3rd prince was cold towards other people. They have never seen him without the 2nd prince, Prince Youngbin.

Y/N didn’t believe the rumors about the 3rd prince because many people in the palace may lie, she doesn’t trust people in the palace other than herself. Her goal for now was to be close to one of the princes and the 3rd prince was the closest she can encounter. She needs to build up allies in the palace to find out what she’s been wanting to find out for the past years.

As she embroiders dragons on the coat that will soon be given to the prince, she made sure that every detail of the dragon was clear. If she wanted to be close to the prince, she needs to get his attention. Every prick of needle on the soft silk coat was carefully made, she had the mentality of “No room for mistakes”. Perfection should be done for the satisfaction of the royals.

The final details of the one of the seven dragons she made was now done. Using the softest and expensive threads provided, she managed to make the dragons look like they were soaring the night sky. She handed the coat to the Leading palace lady for her to inspect the coat. After checking the palace lady gave her an approval and now placed the coat on the chest where all the clothes that was made for the 3rd prince was.

“Ladies please stop what you are doing now I have an announcement to make.” Palace Lady Jung called our attention. As we all stopped and looked at her she continued talking

“you will personally be delivering the clothes you embroidered to the princes. You will be given a chance to explain to them why you designed the clothes like that and if they don’t like it you will be transferred to a different part of the palace to work on a different job.  Now prepare all the Chests and the guards will help you take them to the princes chambers.” The guards took the chest in front of her and guided me towards the 3rd prince’s chamber.

We reached he prince’s chamber his servant announced our arrival then opened the doors gesturing us to go in. The guards went in and placed the chest down a few feet away from where the prince was sat. Y/N walked behind the chest not daring to look at the prince just yet since there were no orders from the prince himself. “Speak.” A deep yet firm voice was heard. She slowly looked at the prince then at the chest. Opening the chest that contains the clothes made for him, Y/N started off with the hanbok, the hanbok didn’t have much designs other than the small flowers around the cuffs, belt and collar. She explained why the hanbok was in dark colors with gold embroidery on it. The prince gestured his servants to take the hanbok.

Y/N moved to the sleep attire for the prince that was made with dark blue silk with a lighter shade of blue clouds embroidered on the back of it, she explained how the clouds may make him feel at ease during the night. The prince slowly got interested at the way Y/N explains her work on the clothes making him lean forward, resting his elbows on his knees with his face placed on his hand. The servants took the sleeping attire as she finished explaining.

Lastly the coat that she just finished making on that day. “a black coat that is filled with 7 gold dragons dancing on the clouds. The color may seem too dark but it compliments your pale skin and the color can blend I the dark whenever you want to have a peaceful stroll at night with no one noticing you. Gold dragons, 7 of them to be exact because gold is simply made for royals like yourself. The dragons are just like your dementor whenever we see you on the training grounds, you move like dragons dancing on the clouds. Unpredictable but protects itself properly. And lastly 7 because I consulted the palace astronomer, Yongbok, what number brings you luck and he said it was 7, may the coat bring you luck while you use it during the cold. That is all your highness.”  The 3rd prince stared at Y/N after she explained and thought that she was smart for consulting the astronomer not just embroidering what looks good on the attire that he will use outside of his chambers.

“Everyone else other than her. Please leave I want to talk to her on my own.” The prince said with a firm voice, anyone else would be scared but Y/N wasn’t just anyone. She was fearless.

After everyone left the prince and Y/N, the prince stood up from where he was sat and dragged another chair towards Y/N gesturing her to sit.

“You’re better than the last one who made my clothes. The last one didn’t give me dark colors that I wanted, the designs were too flashy even though it wasn’t made out of the gold threads, and puts too much designs on it.” The prince took the coat she made from where it was placed, Y/N’s eyes not leaving the prince “Thank you for appreciating my work your highness.” She said with a quiet voice. the prince looked at her and asked “How did you know I like darker colors?”

“I saw how you admired the dark hanboks of the 2nd prince and thought that maybe you liked them, other than that the dark colors suit your skin your highness, it makes you look more handsome than you already are” Y/N said while looking at the prince with confidence. The prince chuckled then gestured her to come close to him. He grabbed her hand and lightly ran her fingertips along the soft silk “The silk was made for us to enjoy wearing, touching the silk can ease our worries but it can also make us feel a lot of pressure. Now I want to ask you, how does it feel to run your hands against the silk?”  the prince let go of her hand and then faced her. The gulped due to how close the prince was before she started speaking.

“Honestly, I didn’t feel at ease. Not at all. what I felt instead is pressure since we are the once in charge of making it into perfection for you.” She paused to look at the prince “Pressure will always be the one a seamstress like me will feel while touching the expensive fabrics that will be turned into your attire for your every day use.” She said while looking at the prince in the eyes.

The prince felt what she felt though her words and what her eyes are telling him. What she said was something he felt growing up in the place. Being the only song of a foreign concubine made him feel different from the others, that’s why he is often by his older brother or by himself. He didn’t feel like a prince growing up but he was loved by his brother which made it easier for him to cope.

“I understand. May I know your name? so I would know who to mention whenever I am asked who made my clothes?” the prince asked tilting his head a little on the side.

“Yang Y/N your highness” she quietly answered. “thank you, Y/N, for your time and effort in making these. I will surely use them soon. I also expect to see you again.”  The prince guided her towards the door but stopped before he opened it “I also consider you as an acquaintance from now on. Hopefully we become friends in the future.” The prince smiled and opened the door.

As she stepped outside, she saw that the guards that accompanied her were no longer there. She walked back to the place where she works on the clothes with the 3rd prince in her mind. Maybe he was just misunderstood by people around him that’s why he is often seen with a cold exterior.

On the other side of he palace, the 3rd prince continued to think about the seamstress that caught his interest. He’s intrigued by the girl.

He feels something about the girl but it wasn’t that clear just yet. “your highness the 2nd prince is here” He heard one of his guards from the outside say. The doors opened revealing his brother, “Has the seamstress been here already? I want to laugh at your reactions again” his brother Youngbin said while looking around. To his disappointment he saw the empty chest that was used to deliver the clothes.

“you missed her by a few minutes brother. And surprisingly I love the clothes, it’s better than before. Much better” he said while smiling at his older brother. He grabbed the black coat with dragons to show his brother. “This is the best one I’ve seen since my mother passed. It’s been years since I actually loved seeing what the seamstress brings me”

The older prince looked at the coat in awe, he saw the details of the dragon was well made and the color was exactly the younger wanted. “didn’t the palace let more people in a months ago? Maybe she was new.”  The older prince asked

Yixiang nodded at his brother “The seamstress assigned to me was also young. Seems like she was just our age or younger. Smart and beautiful as well.” He explained as he handed the coat to his brother for him to feel every detail of the embroidery. The older raised his eyebrow while looking at Yixiang.

“did I hear you correctly? You called someone beautiful?” he questioned his brother and placed the coat on the chair. He walked closer to his brother his eyes not leaving his face in hopes to see some interesting reaction. “Yes. She’s beautiful and like I said smart. You should meet her, maybe she’ll interest you as well.” He smiled.

Youngbin was surprised to hear that his brother indeed called another woman other than his mother beautiful. The sight of his brother smiling because of the set of clothes made him feel good. His brother deserves to smile more and if the new seamstress brings him his new found joy, he wants to find a way to befriend that seamstress or even find a way for that seamstress to be around them more.

“are you interested in her?” He asked the younger, Yixiang shrugged and answered “I see her more of a company more of a lover my brother. She might help me ease up here in the palace after so long”

“I’ll try to find a way to get her closer to us. Maybe find her a different job that doesn’t require her to stay in one place for so long.” Youngbin said.

“Do you think we can get her to be one of my maids instead?”  Yixiang looked at his brother, he saw him nodded “I’ll ask the queen dowager later after I give her the painting Heeseung and I made”

With that the so-called Cold prince smiled warmly. He was glad that there may be a chance for him to see the girl again. To get to know her more.

‿︵‿︵ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ some time that day ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ‿︵

The 2nd prince, Prince Youngbin headed off to his older brother Heeseung, The 1st prince. On his way to his brother’s chambers he saw the line of needle workers heading to a different direction. He didn’t get to ask his younger brother what the smart lady looked like and just tried to find someone that fits his brother’s standards.

The workers greeted the prince as they pass by, he offered them a smile like he always does and continued walking but still looking at the workers to see if there was someone who stood out for him.

There was this one girl who greeted but after that looked straight ahead. She had her chin up, fair skin shining under the daylight. If he didn’t see her with the workers, he would think that she was a noble lady. He was certain that she was the one who made the attire of his brother.

“Excuse me. May I speak with you?” He held his hand out to stop her. She was surprised that he was stopped by one of the princes in the palace, she looked at him with wide eyes and nodded. They moved to the side as the eyes of other workers followed the two figures. As soon as the workers took their leave Youngbin started talking.

“are you the seamstress assigned to my brother, The 3rd prince?”

She looked at him with wide eyes. Negative thoughts suddenly filled her head, what if the prince didn’t like his new set of clothes? What if there was a pin stuck in one of the and asked his brother to find her?

“base on your facial expression, I’m guessing you are her. Don’t worry you didn’t do anything wrong. I was just wondering if you can accompany me in my walk.” He smiled at the younger female that gave out a relieved look after being assured.

“But the head lady might get mad at me for not working.” She reasoned out, despite knowing that they have nothing to do for the rest of the day.

“I’ll ask one of my guards to tell her that you’re requested to join one of the princes in the palace. Shall we?” The young prince held his hand out towards they path to the garden. She nodded and smiled shyly at the prince.

Their walk towards the garden was quiet and a little awkward for Y/N since she didn’t know why the prince asked her to the walk. Whatever motive the prince has, she needed to know immediately. Especially with the plans she has.

“You worry to much flower.” Youngbin said softly while turning his attention to the quiet female beside him. Both hands on his back, he stood straight analyzing her.

“That’s what I’ve been doing for the past years. it helps me survive your highness” She said almost forgetting the last part, she can’t risk being heard not addressing the prince properly or else her head will be off in no time.

“Why is that? Are you from the sketchy part of the kingdom? If you are you have nothing to worry about now, our king is planning something to help our people in terms of safety and work.” He said with a calm voice. he was confident that the king will do something to help, he knows that It wasn’t impossible for change to happen.

“The thing is your highness, even though I was not part of the sketchy side of the kingdom we still had to worry. I was a sister of a soldier your highness, He was assassinated in our own home that’s why I constantly live with worry in my head.” She told the prince without hesitation about what happened with his brother, leaving the detail about the Mapae she found next to his brother’s body.

The young prince looked at her with wide eyes, all the prince got to train with soldiers close to their age at some point. The prince still didn’t know her name which made him think if she was related to one of the soldiers that helped them.

“What is your name? yours and your brothers”

“Yang Y/N and Yang Jeongin” She said as she walks towards the flowerbed.

With the delicate flowers in her hand she continued talking since the prince remained quiet. “He was a brave one, a few years older than I am but took responsibility in raising me after our parents passed. He was selfless, wise and quite handsome as well, he could pass as a prince if he didn’t wear the heavy armor and just wore the hanboks I made him before.”

The prince walked towards her stopping a few feet behind her. He remembers the soldier that was close to his brother, Park Sunghoon the 6th Prince, he’s the reason why their father preferred him despite not being the first born. He taught his brother so much about the people of their kingdom, about the battle field and about life. Almost all of the princes would tag along whenever he’s around the 6th prince just so they can ask questions and hear stories about what happens behind the palace walls.

“I know who he is. I didn’t know he already passed.” His lips quivered as he said the last part.

“We thought that he’s somewhere doing is duties as a soldier. All of us are waiting for him to comeback and tell us stories.” He continued with his eyes turning glossy.

“I’m guessing you all got close to my brother. His stories are always the best and would make you feel like you also experienced the event first hand.” She said softly as she turned to the prince with tears slowly escaping her eyes.

“H-how long has it been?”

“2 years already” She whispered in the wind, while looking at the small pond in the garden.

The prince bowed his head “Have you found out who did it?”

She looked at him with a sad smile “No. the person who killed him is still out there living his life as if he didn’t take someone else’s but I do want to find him, being here in the palace can help.” Slowly she revealed a part of her plan but not enough for others to conclude what the whole thing was.

“I can help you; my brothers and I can help. Yixiang may not seem like he wants to help but as soon as he hears this he will.” He told the girl then held her hand in his tightly.

“Your highness please know I can’t trust easily. I may be here in the palace but I know how bad people can get.” She said

“you don’t have to trust me right away. I can prove to you that I will help you, that we will help you. Meet me later at the royal library after dinner time, make up an excuse of helping my brother with adjustments with his clothes.” The prince pleaded at the younger female.

She sighed and agreed, understanding that there might be consequences with meeting up with the prince she decided to take precautionary measures and planned to bring some of her materials with her, to keep the suspicions from other seamstress and to protect herself using her own things.

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Takari Week, Day 2 - Teasing

In which Takeru and Hikari talk quite a bit, and don’t say much of anything.  Teenage Takari, done as part of @takariweek and apparently the only one who picked teasing over first kiss

“That skirt looks good on you.”

The girl stopped, a dear in the headlights, clearly not expecting the compliment, or it’s source. “Thanks, I, uh, have to wear it.  It’s part of the uniform.”

“I suppose so.” Takeru answered. “But I think it suit you.”

A pink tint began to permeate the girl’s cheeks. “Thanks, I like your, uh shoes.”

She must have, she hadn’t looked anywhere else since the blond first complimented her.

“They’re my best pair.” Takeru lied, “I wear them whenever I carry girls off into the sunset.”

Hikari slapped her hand against her forehead.  This was getting painful to watch, she needed to step in.  “Takeru, I sure hope you aren’t talking about kidnapping another poor defenceless girl.” Hikari said in a deadpan.  “The last thing this school needs is more bad press.”

“What?” the girl asked. Looking up in shock.

“Hikari I’m hurt.  You know I’d never do anything without permission.” Takeru whined.

“I don’t know I have a few memories of waking up beside you, with no idea how I got there.” Technically true, although she was referring to innocent matters.  Collapsing in sickness in Mungendramon’s city, or in stress when her brother went missing.

“That was, I didn’t-” A sidelong glance informed the pair that the girl had taken advantage of the situation to escape. “You’re mean Hikari.”

“I’m not the one preying on underclassmen, building up their hopes only to reject them when they finally get the courage to ask me out.” She said playfully.

“You’re reading into it to much, she looked good in that skirt, it would be a crime to keep that from her.  I was doing my civic duty.”

“Civic duty, eh?” She replied in a low voice, “And the line about the shoes?  That you used them while carrying innocent maidens into the sunset?”

Takeru leaned in close. “I never said anything about them being ‘innocent’, Hikari.  Maybe I prefer bad girls?” She felt her cheeks heat up from the combination of his proximity and as her mind filled the mental gaps. “And I wasn’t lying.  Every woman I’ve carried into the sunset; I’ve done it wearing these shoes.”

“And is that number more than zero?”

“Such matters are confidential.  A gentleman never kisses and tells.” Takeru insisted.

“We weren’t talking about kisses.” She shot back.  “And I think your new ‘friend’ there might have a different idea of your sunset prowess. Do you even know her name?”

“I would, if someone hadn’t rudely interrupted.”

“Then hopefully she doesn’t get too attached.  I swear Takeru, one of these days it’s going to catch up with you.”

“What, being nice?” Takeru looked back at her, the same gentle smile painted on his face.  “Besides, you reject even more suitors than I do.”

“Not on purpose.”  She denied instantly. “I mean, I do reject them, but I’m not leading them on or anything.”

“I don’t know Hikari, you must be doing something to attract them all.  I don’t think this could be coincidental.”

“What are you saying?” she asked a slight amount of fire in her voice, “That I’m inviting these boys? That I enjoy watching them chase me?”

“Mine is not to reason why.” Takeru said “I just call them as a I see them.”

“Sure.” She too a breath, calming down a bit. “Sometimes I wonder why myself, if I’m doing something to make them think I like them.”

Takeru hummed in response. “Let’s see, you are kind, and make people feel like they are accepted no matter what.  You have this air of wonder about you, that makes people want to defend and protect you. But also a sense of mystery, being one of the chosen and all.  And most importantly, you’re cute.”

It wasn’t the first time she’d seen Takeru call someone cute.  It wasn’t even the first time she’d heard him call her cute, but there seemed to be an extra weight to the word this time.

“Hey Hikari, I think I just realized something.”  Takeru said, leaning in until their faces were inches apart.

Her heartbeat sped up, was he going to, right now?  She knew he liked her, at least she was pretty sure, but scars from the divorce still marked his heart, she would not dare move first.

“It must be dark magic.” He pointed a finger at her. “You’re a witch aren’t you.”

“Wha?” She cried out, stumbling backward, laughter following soon after. “Takeru my crest is Light.”

“So is your name.” he returned “Pretty suspicious if you ask me.  Like you’re pretending to be innocent.”

“I didn’t pick my name, Mom did.” She said between gasps.

“She must be a witch too, it would make sense, she doesn’t look a day over twenty-five, mind explaining that?”

Hikari’s laughter stopped. “Underclassmen are one thing, but you did not just hit on my mom.”

“What are you going to do about it?  Cast a spell on me?”

“So what if I am?”  She raised her fingers wiggling them at him aggressively.  “What are you going to do about it?” she echoed.

“I knew it!  This explains everything!” he raised a fist in front of his chest empatically.

“Everything?” She shot back.

He nodded sagely. “You’ve been intentionally drawing those boys in, haven’t you, using their broken hearts as part of a ritual to enslave them into being your unwitting servants.”

“You aren’t making any sense.” She laughed again.

“Well no more!  You may think I’m just another boy armed with nothing more than my favourite pair of shoes -”

“You don’t even like them that much.” She cut in, but he continued unshaken.

“Unbeknownst to you I’ve been in contact with the students that are immune to you -”

“You mean the girls?”

“- and we’ve made intimate connections-”

“You mean you hit on them.”

“- and together, these ordinary students, and me with my shoes, are going to free this school, no this world from your insidious light-based dark magic.”

Hikari couldn’t help herself, she doubled-over with laughter. “You really need to improve your plot lines” she said between fits, “That sounds like something out of a perverted game.”

“Wow Hikari, I didn’t expect you to be into that kind of stuff.”

This time she did not rise to the bait. “I can acknowledge their existence without being a perv.  You know Miyako is my best friend.”

“I thought I was your best friend.”

“Did you?”

He placed one hand over his heart in mock pain “You wound me.”

“That just proves what a witch I am.”

“Clearly you will be my greatest foe yet.”

She rolled her eyes. “So, if this was one of your stories, how would it end?”

“You can’t just skip to the end of the story, Hikari, that’s a deadly sin.”

“What’s the point of being a witch if you can’t sin a little here and there?”

“Even to a witch, there are some lines you don’t cross.” He raised a hand to his mouth thoughtfully.  “It would depend on the type of story.  If you were writing for kids then the witch would need to be defeated, cast out, and probably die in some way where you don’t actually mention death.”

“So you were going to kill me?” she asked.

“No just banish you to the second dimension.  If, on the other hand, you were writing for certain games, the type enjoyed by a particular brunette under the cover of darkness when she thinks no one is watching-”

“oh-god”

“-the hero and the witch would come to understand each other.  The hero would teach the witch the meaning of life, friendship, and love.  He would teach her how to use her powers for good.”

“Using dark magic for good?”

“Light-based dark magic.” Takeru insisted. “And then they would work together to defeat one last threat, like maybe the witch’s teacher, before living happily ever after.”

“Stroll off into the sunset?” Hikari asked.

“Nah, not romantic enough.” Takeru said.  He moved in a flash, one arm going under her knees, another behind her back as he scooped her up. “He’d need to carry her, to show how much he wants to support and protect her.”

“Takeru,” she said softly, unsure what else to say, until it hit her.  

“At least you’re wearing the right shoes.”

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Shattered part 2

Here we are. Part 2 to ‘Shattered’. The ending is sucky cuz I didn’t know how to end. It’s kinda sad.

“Warning: angst/fluff

Here you were currently driving like a maniac after what Grayson had told you. You left a note to your friend explaining everything. You just hoped to God Ethan would be okay. After some time you finally arrived at the hospital. Your stomach was tight with knots of every worst possible scenario entering your mind. Walking into the hospital you were greeted by Grayson who pulled you into a hug. You couldn’t hold back and you let your tears. He was trying his best to comfort you, but you could tell it was hard for him to.

 “H-How is he?” You ask, lips trembling.

 “I don’t know, I think they’re still checking him out.” He replied. (Please correct me if I make a mistake. (This is my first time writing a hospital scene so correct me if something is wrong, thanks.)

“God, this is my fault.” You put your head in your hands as another set of tears wrack through your body. Grayson was quick to your, embracing you.

 “Hey, hey, sshhhh.” He caresses his hand through your hair. The feeling comforting.

 “None of this is your fault, okay? Don’t blame yourself.” He pecked your forehead softly. It put you at ease a bit but that feeling just wouldn’t leave your mind. If something happened to Ethan you wouldn’t know what to do. Grayson and the rest wouldn’t want anything to do with you, so you just nodded at Grayson and believed it. Finally, a doctor came out after what seemed to be forever and approached you two.

 “Are you here for Ethan Dolan?” He asked. You both nod.

 “I’m his brother.” He replied, then the doctor turned to you.

 “I’m his…” You started but couldn’t find the word.

 “Girlfriend. She’s his girlfriend.” He answers for you after some moments. You meekly nod.

 “How is he?” Grayson asks, looking anxious.

 “Well, it’s not life threatening but…he’s pretty banged up.” The doctor explained. You swallowed thickly and Grayson caught your hand in his trying to ease you.

 “C-Can we see him?” You ask biting your lip.

 “Look, if you’re not family, then-“

 “Please, I-I need to see him.” Your voice quivered. The doctor looked at you and sighed but nodded to the both of you.

 “He’s on the 2nd floor, first door to the right.” He called out after you as you both made your way to Ethan’s room.  Heart racing with each passing minute. Finally, you had arrived and were now standing in front of his room.  Suddenly, you got nervous. Turning to Grayson with distressed eyes.

 “Grayson, I can’t…” You spoke quietly.

 “Yes you can, I’ll be in there with you. Okay? You can do this.” He spoke and gave you supportive smile before pulling you into a comforting hug. You were still a hesitant but nodded and took a deep breath. What you saw next, broke your heart. A nasal cannula inserted in his nose, an IV, a neck brace, and deep gashes and bruises scattered around his face. The doctor wasn’t lying when he said the he was pretty banged up.

 “Oh, Ethan.” You mutter. Slowly, you made your way up to him with Grayson trailing behind you. You approach the bed as silent tears leaked down your cheeks. With that, the flood gates have started. Then moving on to the two of you crying into each other, held on, and seeking comfort. After a few minutes of trying to calm down you turned and faced Ethan once again. You almost didn’t want to touch him in fear he would break from the slightest touch.

  “Ethan.” You say again, gently caressing the bruised skin of his cheek. Grayson standing on the otherside of the bed. Taking Ethan’s hand in yours as you scanned all of him, a pang in your heart in his current state. You lean over and place a delicate kiss on his forehead.

 “I hope he wakes up.” You say looking at Grayson.

 “I hope so too.” He replied, sniffing a bit. Seeing Grayson this way made you feel bad. You just couldn’t shake the feeling away no matter how many times he said it wasn’t your fault.

 “I’m sorry Ethan.” You say. Grayson looking at you now. You continued.

 “I’m sorry for causing such distress. Running off like that definitely wasn’t the answer. Yes, what you did really hurt me and it will take time from all this, but I also hurt Grayson by simply running away from my problems, and here you are in a hospital for crying out loud. I blamed myself for your reason of being here, making you worry. I sincerely apologize.” You sniff.

 “But I love, and I want nothing more than for you to be okay. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you. Even if now not as boyfriend or girlfriend but as friends, hopefully we could maintain some sort of relationship. I will always love you Ethan Dolan, never forget that.” Voice wavering as you brought his knuckles to your lips for a sweet kiss. His hand twitched in your grasp. Both your eyes widened at this.  Ethan grunted a bit before his eyes slowly fluttered open.

 “Ethan?!” You gasp. His hazel eyes slowly meeting yours. An unreadable expression on his face and you became nervous. ‘What if he didn’t want to see you? What if he didn’t want you here? What if he was mad at you?’

“(Y-Y/N?” He ever so lightly croaked.

 “Y-Yeah, it’s me. Gray’s here too.” You gestured towards Grayson. He looked at Grayson (I almost spelled Gayson lol) before looking back at you.

 “How are you feeling?” You ask, almost regretting it for how dumb that sounded, but you wanted to know.

 “Probably look better then how I feel.” He tries to joke.

 “Oh okay. Listen, about what happened earlier. I-”

 “No, listen to me. I was the one that fucked up. I had no idea what I was doing when I did that. She was this girl I was hooking up with before I met you. I tried to tell her so many times that I had a girlfriend but she didn’t have none of that. I was going to tell her personally that I was with someone, but one thing lead to another and…yeah.” He got quiet at the end. You nodded.

 “Well, thanks for telling me.”

 “I hate myself for it. I’m surprised you’re even here right now.”

 “Yes, Ethan I was mad, furious even, but if something happened to you then I don’t know what I’d do. Causing Grayson, your family pain…I-I just..” Your lips quivered.

 “I’d be the one to blame because I had caused it.”

“Sshhh, hey, no you’re not. If I hadn’t done it in the first place none of this would have happened.” He winced in pain.

 “Oh, Ethan.” You cry. He awkwardly tried to console you, trying to hug you where it wasn’t hurting but it was hard, so he opted for rubbing your shoulder.

 “Please don’t cry. You’re too beautiful to cry.” He tried to lighten the mood again. You snort out a laugh as he wiped your cheeks.

 “I’m not asking for you to forgive me right away, but just know I’ll be here whenever you’re ready.” He spoke softly.

 “I love you, Ethan. I’m ready.” You say. His eyes widened at your words but then softened.

 “I love you too.”

 “Oh stop it you guys are gonna make me cry.” Grayson pipes up making the both of you chuckle.  

 “Way to ruin the mood, bro.” He playfully glared. You went to kiss his forehead again but he stopped you, directing your lips to his and kissing you as best he can minding the cuts.

 “You ever thought of hospital sex?” He whispered to you so only you could hear.

 “Ethan!” You hissed, slapping his arm and regretting it when he winced.

“It’s alright, I deserved that.”

 “It’s good to have ya back. bro.” Grayson smiled, happy to see

 “It’s good to be back.” He said pulling you closer to his side.

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Panic

Author: @wordsfromthesol Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary:  You have a panic attack at your friend’s birthday party. Jason is there. Warnings: Panic attacks, Language, alcohol Word Count: 2.6k A/N: Most requested when I polled you guys!

“Gaby, I’m not going to know anyone there!”

“Well, it’s my birthday. So, you’re coming. Oh! I’ll invite Tim! You’re friends with him!”

“Yeah,” you rolled your eyes, not that it did any good since you were on the phone with her, but it made you feel better. You knew that Gaby secretly wished you two would end up together, despite you warning her that you were just close friends. Nothing more. “Alright, fine. I’ll meet you at yours at 10 and we can head out from there?”

“Girl, drinks are expensive! We are pre-gaming, come at 9 so we can do some shots before we leave!”

“You will be the death of me…see you at 9 Gabs.” You hung up the phone and immediately dialed Tim.

“Hey Timmy, I have a favor to ask.”

“Why am I not going to like this?”

“Because you’ll have to pry yourself away from that computer for like a night. But you have to come to Gaby’s birthday with me. I will loose it around all those sorority girls without you.”

“I think you can handle them, Y/N/N. You are very good at making friends.”

“I know I CAN handle them, but I’d rather have you there to help out. Maybe you’ll end up meeting someone? Come onnnn.”

“For some reason, I don’t think I would click with any of Gaby’s sorority friends.” You hear his older brother, Jason in the background.

“Timbers, someone is inviting you to hang out with a bunch of girls and you’re saying no?!”

“It’s just Y/N.”

“Oh gee, thanks Tim.”

“You know what I meant,” he mumbled into the phone before turning back to his brother. “Jay…she wants some company. You should go.”

“DO NOT PAWN ME OFF ON YOUR BROTHER, I SWEAR TO – HE DID NOT JUST HANG UP ON ME.” You realized that you would be facing this party on your own. If you had just told Tim why you wanted him to go, you knew he would stop everything and accompany you, but you didn’t want to be a charity case. Who knows if it will even happen? It’ll be fine.

Finally, 9 pm rolled around and you walked up to Gaby’s front door. You could already hear screaming girls on the other side. You took your key out and walked in, hearing Gaby yell at the top of her lungs, “Guess who’s 22, bitches!” Before turning on the infamous twenty-two song by Taylor Swift. It was the obligatory 22nd birthday song, after all. Gaby screamed once again when she saw you enter the kitchen.

“Y/N! You look amazing and I love you. We are going to have so much fun!” She turned back to pour a round of shots for everyone. You pulled your phone out and sent a text to Tim.

Timmy, if you love me at all you will come out tonight. We are going to Zia’s at 10.

**

Tim looks up from the computer as his phone buzzes. He reads the message and runs his fingers through his hair. He knew that you wouldn’t be asking…twice…if it wasn’t important. He got up from the computer, went to get more coffee and hopefully run into his brother. Thankfully, both a fresh pot and Jason were in the kitchen.

“Jason, Y/N texted me, the party is headed to Zia’s.”

“You want me to go to a party – without you – that your best friend is going to? Care to explain further, Timbers?”

“She asked me to go…twice and I’m really deep into this case…but she never asks twice.”

“Awe, little Timmy is worried about her.”

“Please Jason.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll head there and keep an eye on her.”

Tim nodded as he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in.

**

You got to the club, still waiting for Tim to even acknowledge your message. You knew how enveloped he got researching and whatever else his father had him doing on that dang computer. You would be surprised if he even checked his phone at all. Leaving Gaby, you headed to the bar…in desperate need of a drink.

“Sorority girls too much for you?”

You glanced up, immediately recognizing the voice, and then the person standing next to you. “Please tell me Tim didn’t send you to babysit me.”

“The sap was worried about you. Don’t yell at him too much.”

“At least he didn’t send Damian…” you grumbled, trying to get the attention of the bartender.

“Heh, the little demon would find a way in and cause a scene, wouldn’t he?”

“Probably just drag me out, kicking and screaming, so he didn’t have to watch people having fun.” You leaned over the counter and ordered your standard drink before looking to Jason and motioning for him to order something.

“Make it two,” he said before turning back to you. “So, I don’t take you as someone who needs back-up at these kinds of things.”

“Yeah, well, sometimes it’s better to be safe than sorry.” Your drinks were brought out, but as you reached for your card Jason stopped you to hand the bartender his own. “Thanks, Jay. So you dance?” You asked with a mischievous smirk growing on your face.

“I’m going to have to –” His words cut off as you grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the center of the group of girls you came with.

“GIRLLSSS, look at who I just found. Isn’t he just gorgeous?!” Jason swore your voice went up two octaves. All the girls surrounding him squealed as they took turns trying to get him to dance. He looked over at you with a ‘I’m so getting you back for this’ look in his eyes. The girls, he didn’t mind, the attempts to dance, he did. After a few songs, you needed a refill, and began to fell guilty for Jason’s current predicament so you carefully moved over to him.

“Jayybirdd, I sooo need another drink. I think you do to, doesn’t he girls?” Queue all the girls shrieking in agreement. You grabbed his wrist and led him back to the bar. “Sorry, I had to…but remember I also saved you.”

“I can see why Tim likes you.” He grins as you roll your eyes. As if you needed another person shipping the two of you together.

“He’s one of my best friends, like a brother.” You said with a definitive look in your eyes, willing him to understand that you and Tim would never be romantically involved. In fact, not that you would tell a soul, but the two of you did try one night and it just felt wrong. The two of you kissed and then spent the rest of the night laughing about it.

“Well I don’t want to be your brother.” Jason quipped back at you, as you summoned the bartender and ordered two more drinks.

“Don’t worry. You aren’t.”

“Good.”

Once the drinks arrived, you were dragging Jason back to the dance floor. He resisted a little less this time.

A few more songs had passed, and you felt that pit in your stomach starting to rise. You made your way back to the bar, in hopes of finding an unoccupied corner. Your eyes searched frantically around the club, to no avail. As you tried to begin regulating your breathing, you made your way to the door. Not the smartest thing to be on the streets of Gotham alone, but you couldn’t stay in there anymore.

**

Jason looked up and watched as you headed to the bar, hoping you would bring him back another drink as well. Looking down at the girl who grabbed his waist, he wriggled out of her grip and headed for where he last saw you…only you were no longer there. Okay, maybe she went to the bathroom. He knew Tim would kill him if anything happened to you, so he made his way to the bathrooms, stopping a girl about to enter.

“Hey, can you check if Y/N Y/L/N is in there?”

Thankfully the girl was not completely plastered and noticed the worried look in his eyes. She nodded and pushed open the door. Jason heard muffled calls before the girl came out and shook her head no.

“Fuck. Thanks.” He waved her along and made his way to the exit while searching the crowd for your Y/H/C hair. He steps outside and looks up the street, seeing you turn into an alleyway. What the fuck is she thinking. He broke into a run.

**

Going into an alley probably wasn’t the safest thing, but your mind was racing and thinking straight was not on the agenda. You counted your breathing in your head. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. You slunk to the ground, not caring about the dirt and trash that would coat your favorite skirt. Pulling your knees to your chest you tried to keep counting as you slammed your eyes shut blocking out as much of the outside world as possible. Eventually, you gave up on the counting and were hyperventilating in an alley, in Gotham, alone. You thought you heard your name, so you opened your eyes and saw Jason kneeling in front of you.

“Y/N, what the fuck. What are you doing?”

You jumped to your feet. No no, he can’t see me like this. No no no. You tried to run, but Jason grabbed your wrist and spun you into him. His fury melted as he saw the panic in your eyes. You looked up at him and without thinking pressed your lips against his with desperation. He pulled away and looked at you, confusion glossing over his face. You didn’t care and pulled him back in. You felt your breathing steady and tore your lips from his.

Barely able to form words, you looked at him, “I…panic…attack…” was all you could manage to get out. He nodded and picked you up, walking over to a cab. He opened the door and set you inside before walking around the car and climbing in next to you. He rattled off your address to the driver before pulling you next to him.

As you arrived, you opened the door and climbed out of the car as Jason rushed to your side. He looked at you, as if to ask ‘you okay?’ You nodded, but grabbed his wrist to follow you upstairs. Without saying another word, you opened the door to your apartment and went into the bedroom, you could feel your breathing start to become erratic once again. I just need to take my makeup off and get out of these clothes. Suck it up, Y/N. You can do this.

You stood at your bathroom vanity for far too long, staring at yourself, trying to will yourself to relax and calm down. You didn’t even notice when Jason came up behind you and put a hand on your shoulder, but you instinctively turned around and tucked yourself into his chest. He began to move to the bedroom but you planted your feet in place, determined to at least get out of these disgusting clothes. Taking a deep breath, you released yourself from his grasp and walked to the dresser to pull out an oversized t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. At this point, you didn’t care and you stripped off your club clothes and pulled on the clean ones as Jason stood in the doorway of your bathroom.

You crawled into bed and curled into a ball before noticing Jason still staring at you. You reached out your arm, motioning for him to join you. You noticed him sigh before crawling beside you, unbeknownst to you it was because he thought Tim would kill him for this entire situation. Letting you run out of the club and now falling asleep with you in his arms. Surely he was a goner, but he had always liked you. Ever since Tim brought you home all those years ago, but he never had a reason to hang around too much. After having you to himself all night, he knew he had legitimate feelings for his brother’s best friend.

***

You woke up the next day still entangled in Jason’s arms and devastation struck you as you remembered the disaster that occurred the night before. I kissed my best friend’s brother. Shit. Though, you had to admit, you had wanted to for awhile now. Carefully slipping from Jason’s grasp, you searched for your phone and immediately sent a text to Tim.

Don’t hate me. I may have kissed your brother last night.

What the hell happened?

Ugh, I had another stupid panic attack. And my mangled mind was all like, didn’t you read something about kissing helping to regulate your breathing.

I’m sorry, I should’ve been there. I knew there was a reason you asked me to go.

It’s okay Tim.

So…did you like it?

Tim! Wtf!

That’s not a no, Y/N/N!

Grow up!

You plugged your phone into the charger and went into the bathroom to see the state of your makeup. It was a disaster, as you guessed. After washing your face, you exited the bathroom to see Jason sitting up in the bed.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better now that I’m not freaking out in front of my best friend’s brother.” You dragged your hand down your face. “I’m sorry about everything. You shouldn’t’ve had to deal with that. They’ve just been really bad lately…that’s why I wanted Tim to freaking go…but I didn’t want to disappoint Gaby, since it was her birthday –”

“Y/N. Relax. It’s okay. I was just worried about you. Why on earth would you not get me? Instead you go into an alley, by yourself, in fucking Gotham City.”

“I know,” you moved to sit next to him on the bed. “I just, most people don’t understand or know how to handle them. And I didn’t want to worry you…or Gaby. So, my mind just needed an exit strategy.”

“I’ve handled way worse, don’t ever scare me like that again.”

“What, you still wanna hang out with me?”

“Oh, uhm, well it’s not like we hang out much to begin with.” His tone turned almost sad.

“Well, you never ask.” You said blatantly.

“Neither do you!”

“Okay, fair. Well, since you’re here…and you paid for my drinks last night, I think I owe you breakfast. I think Tim even has some –” You stop short realizing that Tim’s clothes would never fit his brother and wave your hand at the thought.

“Tim has what?” He asked, slightly concerned.

“Oh, just some spare clothes here…but I realized you wouldn’t fit in them.”

“He’s going to kill me, by the way.”

“Probably.” You let out a chuckle as you rummage through your dresser for some clothes.

“Mind if I at least shower before we head out?”

“Not at all.” As Jason goes into the bathroom you change clothes and head into the kitchen to make some coffee while you wait.

***

Jason turns on the shower and dials his brother.

“Tim?”

“Where are you Jason? What happened last night? Gaby texted me saying you and Y/N went missing halfway through the night!”

“She had a panic attack, so we got out of there.” Jason opted for a half-truth in order to avoid being hit and/or berated by his younger brother when he got home.

“Hm, so where the hell are you now?”

“I’m still here. At Y/N’s.”

“What the fuck, Todd. Why are you still there?”

“I just wanted to make sure she was okay!” There was a long silence, one that Tim was sure drove his brother crazy. “We kissed.”

“YOU WHAT?!”

“If you like her, I’ll back off.”

“Nah, I was messing with you Jay. I already knew.”

“Bastard.”

“And I already see how the two of you look at each other. I say go for it…But I will kill you if you hurt her.”

“Deal.”

[aetm-malereaderimagines]

Hey! How about a male reader scenario where the reader has an intense crush on Sawamura Daichi and finally confesses to him ( after a LOT of struggling) only to find out Daichi was also about to confess to him on the same day. Also i love your effort to make male reader scenarios. It really makes it easy for queer males to also have the same experience as straight female fans. Keep it up!!

Firstof all, thank you for your request! Second of all, duh XD I’m a gayguy myself so ofc I write gay fanfiction! Mymain reason to start this blog was actually my frustration caused bybeing unable to find decent HQ!! reader inserts where the reader islegitimately gender-neutral. Yes, even gender-neutral. There are some nicemale reader inserts out there but they’re few and far between.So I usually end up looking for gender-neutral insterts, headcanons, and scenarios but… Some of them areblatantly meant for female readers. Some of them claim to be gender-neutral but you can clearly see they’re actually not or just employ male and female gender stereotypes I’m definitely not comfortable with. And some ofthem are female reader inserts that are tagged as x male reader… SoI decided to say “fuck it” and create some content myself that myfellow queer readers can actually enjoy! LGBT people are alreadydenied the same experience regarding love and sexuality that straight people get so if I can somehow contribute to making this world ofours a little less fucked up for my fellow queer folks, that’s all I could ever wish for!

Okay, but enough of myinconsistent rambling and let’s get into the actual scenario!Although I probably have a crush on every and each HQ!! character(well, maybe except some of the older guys lol), Daichi is actuallyone of those I’d probably consider the best boyfriend material soI’m really glad you requested a scenario for him! Justfyi, I made the readerKarasuno’s 2ndyear manager so that Ihave something to start from, hopefully you don’t mind. Ireally hope you’ll like it! enjoy!

Also let me apologize that it took me so long to write this but for some reason, I’ve been feeling utterly uninspired lately :/ It took the first episode of S4 and a volleyball match I watched yesterday for me to finally get some inspiration to finish this scenario XD

Pairing: Sawamura Daichi x Male Reader

Word count: 1659

告り告られ — A Double Confession

“Oh come on, just confess tohim!”

“You know I can’t!”

“You can and you will!”Yachi’s eyes bored into you and you turned your gaze away, feelingas though those two goldenorbs were penetrating your very soul. “Why do you have to make itharder than it actually is? You like him, you confess, you gettogether. Simple!”

“Like hell it would go thatsmoothly,” you scoffed. “I don’t even know if he’s gay.”

“Oh come on, have you not seenhow close he is with Sugawara-san?”

“But that’s precisely theproblem!” You looked Yachi in the eye confrontingly. “If he’snot gay, I don’t even have a chance, and even if he is, I stilldon’t have a chance since he’s probably already inlove with Suga-san.”

“…you will confess to himeventually anyways,” Yachi cut the conversation, pouting.

You looked away. You knew she wasright. You were going to confess to him eventually. It’s just… Itwas so fucking hard to work up the courage. You’dhad a crush on Daichi since your first year, since a while afteryou’djoined the volleyball club.

Atfirst, it was all fun and games. Youjoined the club simply because you liked volleyball but getting towatch pretty boys get all worked up and sweaty while playing was anice bonus for you. Once you realized you liked Daichi, it got evenmore fun… for a while. Howmany people could say they get to see their crash shirtless on adaily basis?

But the longer you watched, thecloser you got to him, the more painful it got. Daichicould look scary at first, especially during practice sessions whenhe had to rein in first and second years, but asalways, appearances couldbe deceptive. Youmanaged to befriend him, also getting closer with Suga and Asahi inthe process, but soon yourealized that being just friends was hardly enough for you. Youstill couldn’t forget that one time when Daichi said you were “likea younger brother to him” and how much it hurt.

“All right!”

What snapped you out of yourcontemplation was Daichi’s voice. Whileyou were bickering with Yachi standing on the side of the court, theboys were actually training. Shimizu was in charge of taking notestoday so you and Yachi didn’t have much to do at the moment.

You turnedyour eyes in the direction Daichi’svoice had come from. Andthere he was, looking asgood as always, with that damn smile of his he always had on his faceafter a good receive, just a few feet away from you.

So close yet so far.

It was the day. It was the dayyou were going to confess to Daichi.

It had been a month since yourargument with Yachi. Over the last 30 daysand even more late-night phone calls with Yachi, you decided toconfess your feelings to Daichi. Even if he didn’t like you back,you wanted him to know what you feel. The days were growing longerand Spring High wasgetting closer and closer. Regardless of whether you won or lost, thethird-years were going to quit the club once the tournament was over.And once that happened,you were bound to grow more distant with Daichi, let alone having achance to confess to him. If you were going to do it, you had to doit now.

The morning sun was shininggently upon you as you walked through the schoolyard withyour heart pounding in your chest andyou still had like half a day to go before the actual confession. Youreally hoped your teachers wouldn’t quiz you today. You’dprobably fail it miserably since you couldn’t focus on anythingelse but the dreadful perspective of what was going to happen thisevening.

Yourplan was simple. You were going to take alittle longer cleaningup after practice so that you end up staying alone in the storageroom. Then, Yachi was going to “notice” that you’re missing andask Daichi to go and look for you because she had “somethingimportant to talk to you about.” If everything went smoothly, youwere going to end up alone with Daichi in the storage room. That wasgoing to be your chance.

When you were going overthe plan in your head walking down the hallway, your phone rang. Youpulled your phone out of your bag to find out you had a new text fromYachi.

“I’m sorry m(_ _)m”

You tilted your head. That wasall she wrote.

“What do you mean?” youtexted back as you entered your classroom.

You spent the first periodstressing over Yachi’s message. Whatever she was sorry about, itwas bound to be nothing good.

Turnedout Yachiwas sick.

Accordingto Yachi herself, he had suddenly felt really unwell last night whichhadturned out to beonly the beginning of a long, feverish night. Whenher mom had taken her to the doctor this morning, she’d beendiagnosed with a bad case of influenza. Shewould probably be staying at home for at least a week.

Yourplan was ruined, which of course made you very upset… but somewheredeep in your heart, you also felt kind of relieved that the momentyou were going to confess to Daichi was put off by at least a week,and you hated yourself for it.

Youlet out a deep sigh as you leaned against a mop you held in yourhands. Youended up being the last one left in the gym anyways, no matter yourplan. You’dlied to Shimizu and the guys about needing to clean up the storageroom—you needed some time foryourself.

“Needsome help?”

Youturned your face up to find the source of the voice only to be facesby Daichi leaning against the door frame, looking at you.

You gulped.

You didn’t even need your planto be left alone with Daichi.

If this wasn’t the heavenstelling you it was high time you’d confessed then what was.

“Yeah,actually, I’m really glad you’re here,” you said, lookingstraight at Daichi. “There’s something I need to tell you.” Yougulped. “I like you.”

Youfinally said it.

Daichi stood in front of yousilently, as though processing what you had just said, and you justwaited. You weren’t going anywhere until you got an answer,especially given that Daichi was standing in the doorway, blockingyour way. You had quite a spectacle to watch anyways.

Thefirst few seconds, Daichi’s face just… froze, as he stared at youunblinkingly. Then came a slight blush which gradually turned moreand more red eventually taking on the color of an especially ripebeet. Hecovered hismouth with both of his hands, as though he was in an utter shock.Which he probably was. It took him like half a minute to calm down.Once his blush subsided a little bit, he lowered his hands andfinally let himself blink.

“I… I like you, too,” hesaid quietly, turning his eyes away from you.

“No, I don’t mean it likethat.” You smiled sadly. “I mean it, like, in a romantic way.”

“That’s what I mean, too.”

This time it was you that foundyourself shook to the bone.

“What…wait, what?!”

“I actually came here toconfess to you,” Daichi explained, his blush growing brighteragain. “Shimizu told me you’d said you’d stay in the gym alittle longer and everyone else has already left so I thought it wasmy chance…”

You stared at each otherwordlessly for a few seconds. You were the one to start laughing.

“Whatthe hell is this?! Whathave I even been worried about this past year?!”

“Iknow, right?” Daichi giggled as well. “Wait,you’ve had a crush on me fora yearalready?!”

“Over a year, I’d say,” youresponded. “You?”

“You beat me on that one.”Daichi’s smile was really the most beautiful thing you’d everseen. “I’d say since the previous Spring High? You remember howyou cheered me up after we lost? That’s when I realized.”

“Isee.” You couldn’t stop grinning. “So I guess we’reboyfriends now?”

“I guess so.” Daichi grabbedyour hand and pulled you toward the door. “Let’s go hometogether.

“That’s so amazing!!!!!!I’m so happy for you two!!!!!!!!! And I’m so so sorry I couldn’thelp you today T_T”

You smiled at your phone. Yachiwas really the sweetest.

“If you hadn’t supportedme this whole time, I wouldn’t have confessed to him in the firstplace!”

“Sorry you had to wait.”

You put your phone back into yourpocket as you turned your eyes to Daichi. He had to grab hiss stufffrom the club room and you’d been waiting for him downstairs.

“No problem,” you responded,readjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder. “Shall we gothen?”

“Let’s.”

You walked down the streetleading up to the school. You were talking and laughing, enjoyingeach other’s presence. It was late and there was nobody around.Daichi grabbed your hand and you squeezed it back.

“Hey,” Daichi started, hisvoice sounding a little anxious. “Don’t you wanna come over? Myparents are at home but I’m sure my mom will be happy to have youover for dinner. We could watch some movies or something.”

“Sure thing,” you respondedwith a smile. “I’d love that.”

Daichi smiled at you again andyou couldn’t hold yourself back any longer. You leaned in placing agentle kiss on his lips.

A clap of distant thunder rumbled throughthe skies. You couldn’t know that yet but it was just the beginningof a thunderstorm that was going to force you to stay the night atDaichi’s house.

Not that you minded.

[theink-theiron]

Fairys Lost in Liones - Chapter One

Gajevy and Banlaine are my OTP's and I wanted to see a crossover between them and between Fairy Tail and Nanatsu no taizai, hope you enjoy!

Read on AO3 Here

Levy could feel aching and pain all over her body as she woke up from a deep sleep, she opened her eyes and shuffled sitting up on the bed, wincing as she did. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around the room expecting to see the guilds infirmary, but that didn’t seem to be the case in this situation. Instead of white sheets they were pink and instead of Mira or Wendy stood beside her tending to her wounds there was no one.

“Where am I?” She muttered out groggily, speaking to no one in particular but hoping that one of her guild mates would answer her. The nerves were beginning to creep in as the predicament she found herself in began to dawn on her, alone, injured, and unaware of where she was or how she got there; With each passing second more questions arose but no answers were there to comfort her.

She slowly got out of bed, being mindful of her injuries that seemed to encompass the majority of her body, she stretched out her body a little hoping to ease some of the tension she was feeling both inside and out, she took another quick scan around the brightly coloured rustic bedroom that for the life of her she could not recognise, she was hoping it would be a guildmates bedroom or something like that but she didn’t think so, the whole place just felt a little… off.

It was at that moment that she realised two things A) She was covered in neatly wrapped bandages, so she assumed that whoever brought her here was friendly and B) That she was wearing an outfit that was more befitting of Lucy! a tight pink t-shirt that ended at her waist, the smallest blue mini skirt and belt, and one long blue sock. Not her typical state of dress however she was more concerned about who dressed her.  

Then it hit her, Gajeel, Pantherlily, Jet and Droy were all with her, the last thing she could remember was all of them heading out on a mission together, which she had just about managed to drag Gajeel onto. Are they here? Are they ok? A loud commotion from downstairs disrupted her train of thought, it sounded like a lot of people, maybe that was them. Even if not she would still have to leave the room at some point, so that’s what she did. Creeping down the stairway the ruckus got louder, people yelling and cheering maybe, but none of them sounded like any of her boys.

Reaching the bottom of the stairway and rounding the corner, she shyly walked into what seemed like quite a nice little restaurant and bar. How odd. But what caught her eye the most was that she could see the group people she is assuming found her.

“Look who’s finally awake” Straining her neck looking up she came face to face, well face to chest, with a pair of red eyes with a devilish glint in them, the man was grinning down at her but it wasn’t malicious it seemed more playful which actually threw her off a little bit. She had to take two steps back just to look at him properly, how tall is this man!? she thought, he easily towered over her, even more than Gajeel did. And why on earth is he wearing an apron instead of a t-shirt?

Six pair of eyes scattered around the room were all on her waiting for her to say something, but her nervousness temporarily got the better of her, she didn’t recognise any of these people or the place and Gajeel was nowhere to be seen the whole situation was very unsettling for her, she wished she didn't have to do it alone.

“Ban don’t scare her! Don’t mind him my. name's Hawk captain of scraps disposal!” A large pig pushed past the man she now knew as Ban to speak with her. He seemed rather outgoing. She heard Ban mutter out a quick ‘Sorry Master’ This pig wasn’t in charge was he?

“Uh hi, my name's Levy Mcgarden, it…it’s nice to meet you Hawk” She was taken back by the fact there was a talking pig for only a moment before she composed herself again, deciding to ignore the part about scraps, she had bigger questions at the moment.

“You’re not surprised by the talking pig?” Ban asked incredulously whilst leaning against the bar and wrapping an arm around a small blonde girl with big golden eyes, seriously who are these people?

“I know a talking cat so no” He nodded at her, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

“I’m sorry but I’m so confused, who are you people?” She tried to remain polite but the whole situation was so strange.

“You don’t know? we’re the Seven Deadly Sins” A small blonde boy who seemed rather chipper then joined the conversation, but he also started groping a tall, beautiful white haired woman who kind of reminded her of Mira. The girl blushed but didn’t do anything. Levy immediately averted her eyes and decided to talk into the void instead as to avoid the embarrassing scene.

“Who?” Ok so the name ‘Seven Deadly Sins’ did not put here at ease. And she had never heard of them before, is that some sort of guild name perhaps?

“You’re not from around here are you” Another small brunette boy joined in with a deadpan tone, it wasn’t exactly a question more of an accusation. The blonde boy then introduced himself as Meliodas the leader of the Seven Deadly Sins, the Dragon Sin of Wrath and gave a very brief description of what they were, although it was confusing, an order of Holy Knights for the kingdom of Liones and… criminals. As interesting as it was to hear it raised a lot more questions than it did answers.

“What? There is no place called Liones or Britannia and there are no Holy Knights”  She knew of every country on Earthland and she was sure that she was right about this, but she also didn’t think that they were lying, what is going on?

“Yes, there is and that’s where you are right now” Meliodas said keeping his voice light, she could not seem to tell what he was thinking and everyone else was just looking at her like she was crazy, which to be fair she could understand.

“OH! Gajeel, Jet, Droy and Pantherlily where are they!?” She suddenly burst out looking frantically around the room, they must know where they are, they would have been with her right; she couldn’t be out here all on her own.

“There was only one other person with you, tall, dark hair, angry looking guy. He’s going to be ok, but he’s hurt bad, he’s upstairs resting now” Meliodas told her pointing at the staircase then heading behind the bar.

“Oh thank Mavis Gajeels ok” She sighed letting out a breath of air she didn’t know she was holding in, but that didn’t make her feel completely better as the other three still weren’t accounted for “But are you sure there wasn’t any else with us? A ginger guy, a big guy with dark hair, and a small black cat with a sword maybe?” It was a desperate attempt; she knew it but she had to ask maybe they had seen them somewhere else on their travels.

“No but that last guy sounds cool!” Exclaimed Ban jumping up a little, the blonde girl patted him on the shoulder and giggled signalling for him to cool down a little bit, which he did.

Worry took over her then, where on Earthland could they be? she hoped they were ok, with any luck they were still in Magnolia.

“You must be starving” The White-haired girl approached her and ushered her to sit down at the bar, they sat beside each other, and the blonde girl sat on the other side of her. “Ban why don’t you get started on some supper for everyone, the others should be back soon” Meliodas told Ban whilst he started fixing up some drinks for everyone.

The White haired girl accepted the drinks and divided them amongst the three girls “My name is Princess Elizabeth but don’t worry you don’t have to be formal with me” She smiled brightly at her and it actually did make Levy feel a bit better.

“Wow a Princess are you sure I feel like I should bow” Elizabeth giggled at that and shook her head.

“And my name is Elaine, I’m from the Fairy kings Forest '' There was something about Elaine that she couldn’t quite figure out, she looked young like Wendy, but her eyes gave her away she looked wise beyond her years.

“Ha that’s funny I’m from the Fairy Tail guild”

“You’re a fairy too!?” She beamed with excitement practically bouncing out of her seat.

“Are you a fairy!?” Shocked beyond belief this girl seemed genuine when she said too so that must mean…no. This doesn’t make any sense, she can’t be a fairy, this day just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

“Yes…why are you surprised?”

The guild wasn’t going to believe this, if this was real then she had just discovered actual Fairy’s, just imagining everyone’s faces when she told made her laugh internally.

“I’m sorry I know this might sound ridiculous, but you don’t have a tail do you?”

“No we don’t have tails! are you crazy?” The brunette boy shouted from the cushion he was currently laying on in the air, ok so that was a little weird. But now she could tell everyone the answer to the age-old question on whether Fairies have Tails or not, this was an amazing day, well if you don’t include everything else that has happened.

With everyone in the room looking at her like she was out of her mind she started to explain why she had asked, she told them about the guild and Fiory, hopefully they might be able to fill in some of the gaps that she was missing. They told her that they had no idea what she was going on about which by now wasn’t that surprising, but they said a mage called Merlin may be able to help, they would just have to wait for her to return. Apparently there were still a few people missing called Merlin, Escanor, Diane and Gowther.

Dinner was almost ready for everyone so she decided she should head up and check on Gajeel just to make sure he was alright.

“LEVY!” Everyone stopped at the sound of a fierce roar coming from upstairs, he rushed downstairs clearly ignoring any pain and each thud of his descent was getting closer and closer. Rounding the corner they locked eyes and he marched up to her gently grabbing her shoulders and checking her over noticing the many bandages, his eyes looked panicked and she could tell that unlike her the moment he awoke he leaped out of bed and instead of waiting to try and piece together what was going on he immediately went on a hunt.

“Are you alright?” He asked, staring at her. After a moment he realised how close they were and stepped back and let go of her shoulders opting to scratch the back of his head and look away from her to alleviate some of the awkwardness, she noticed a very light blush on his cheeks but passed it of as a reaction to all the adrenaline coursing through his system. She nodded and hoped that he didn’t see her light blush either though, but of course it was only because of the adrenaline

“Where’s Pantherlily and the two morons?” And who are all these people?” He motioned to everyone else in the room who were still looking at them intently, seeming a bit put off by the silence of the unknown presences.

She ignored his moron comment and then smiled thinking of introducing him to the new friends she had made, Elaine and Elizabeth were delightful and she didn’t know what to think of the guys yet, but they seemed alright too.  

“These are the Seven Deadly Sins” levy gestured around the room and the girls and Meliodas waved, Ban nodded his head, and the brunette boy rolled his eyes.

“What the hell is that, a boy Band?” Gajeel asked mockingly, still seeming a bit Sceptical though.  

“No but that would be cool” Meliodas shouted out from beside Liz and jumped up to look excitedly at Ban who also had a massive grin plastered over his face.

Gajeel however looked much like Levy did not too long ago as hearing that name didn’t really clear anything up. Oh well she had plenty of time to explain things to him in more detail later, she couldn’t wait to tell him about the Fairy’s.

But as ok as things seemed at the moment they were still in a dire situation; was this the result of the Dark Guild they were going to face?

[shadowthrone-ammanas]

Got any more dad snatcher drabbles? Like what if Hat Kid was in danger with the empress(in the mansion) and Snatcher had to save her?

Thank you for the request!

The Manor

“Yo Dad, I’m going to go up to the manor again, you want me to bring back anything?”

Snatcher snapped around from resetting a trap to face Hat Kid. “Where did you just say you’re going?”

“To the manor.” Hat Kid pointed in the general direction of Vanessa’s Manor. “I want to read the rest of the Queen’s diary because I only read a couple pages when I was up there last. It wasn’t exactly on my list of priorities at the time because that was before I knew who she was. But since I’m going down there, is there anything you want me to bring back? I know you used to live with her. So you must have belongings there, right? Want any of them back?”

“And if I were to forbid you from going?” It was dangerous and she didn’t need to know any more about Vanessa than she already did.

“I would go anyway, you know that. But you also know I went once before and it was fine and that I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself in general especially after completing all your Death Wishes. I’m smarter and faster than your crazy ex, she won’t even know I’m there. So, spare us both the trouble and yourself the embarrassment and don’t even bother trying to make me not go. Now, you want any of your old possessions back or no?”

When she put her mind to something, there wasn’t much he could do to stop her even if he was her legal guardian now. But she was right, she’d been up there before and come out unscathed. And she’d proven herself more than capable of taking care of herself during the Death Wishes even if she hadn’t already beforehand. And well maybe there as something Snatcher wouldn’t mind having from his old life. He’d given up on it a long time ago and he didn’t need it but if she was going anyway…

“There’s a lose floorboard at the foot of the bed in my old room.” It’s where he’d kept his most valuable possessions so Vanessa wouldn’t be tempted to take them. How could he have possibly been dumb enough to ignore that big a red flag? “Most of what’s in there is probably ruined by now but one thing that might still be in good shape is a gold pocket watch. I don’t need it but you could bring it back if you really want to.”

“You don’t seem the type to carry around pocket watch. Where would you even keep it? You don’t have pockets.”

“I don’t plan to carry it. It uh… used to belong to a friend of mine.” The only friend he’d had after Vanessa had driven everyone else away.

“Oh?” Hat Kid’s eyes lit up with interest that almost made him regret saying anything. “The romantic kind of friend.”

“No.” Just the thought made him feel ill after the wrong assumptions Vanessa had made about their relationship. “She gave it to me to fix because it broke.” He’d been pretty decent at that kind of thing back in the day. He’d been planning to finish repairing it that night. “Don’t ask anymore questions, either get it or don’t, I don’t care that much. If you can’t find it fast, just forget it.” He could never return it regardless because not everyone became a ghost when they died and she wasn’t one of them, he’d made sure of it. “I expect to see you back at the big hollow in an hour, got it?”

“Got it! I promise I won’t be any more than two hours. I’ll try for one though. See you then.” She gave him a wave before running off towards the manor.

Snatcher sighed as he went back to resetting his trap. This whole being a dad thing was hard. He probably should’ve at least tried to stop her from going. Oh well, too late now and knowing her, there was unlikely to be a problem anyway.

 -

Three hours later Snatcher paced by the big hollow. Hat Kid should be back by now. Even if she was a feral alien child, she still somehow almost always managed to be good with time; when she said it’d take her X amount to time to be somewhere, that’s how long it took her to arrive.

With a growl, Snatcher teleported as close to the manor as he dared: in front of the broken bridge. Any closer and he’d risk Vanessa sensing his power and coming after him.

“Did Hat Kid come through here?” he asked the Subconite on watch duty.

“Yes, a few hours ago. She hasn’t come back yet though. I figured it was just because she ported back to her ship. But are you saying, she hasn’t returned?”

“Yep, so I need to go look for her now.” If this was a prank or she was safe for some other reason, he was going to be pissed. He would ground her for a year at least, probably longer.

“I hope she’s okay.”

“I’m sure she is,” Snatcher said for his own benefit as well as the Subconite’s as he moved over the bridge.

He made his way through the snow and ice, hating every second of the cold even if he barely felt it. Once he started nearing the frozen lake, he condensed his form down to disguise himself as a Subconite – he remained floating though because no way was he going to deal with walking, especially in snow – he didn’t want to cause a scene if he didn’t have to. He just wanted in to grab Hat Kid and then get the peck out as soon as possible and hopefully not even see Vanessa.

He hadn’t been anywhere even near the manor since becoming a ghost. As he approached, he couldn’t help the slight tremble that came to his hands. He didn’t let himself hesitate as he floated up towards the front door though. It was locked of course but nothing a ghost couldn’t handle. He slid through the crack in it and into the house.

Inside, it was colder and he hated it. It was also a mess, in need of a good dusting and sweeping. Vanessa had always been pretty tidy back when he knew her, forcing him to be too. Her standards in that area apparently had dramatically slipped. If only she’d been…

“Peck you bitch, let me go!” That was Hat Kid! She was somewhere upstairs and was clearly in trouble and making it worse by being an ornery brat.

Snatcher burst into action and dashed for the room that housed the stairs. Upon reaching the second floor, he paused. The door leading to the nursery was wide open. He could sense Vanessa in there. It had to be a trap. Vanessa was insane but she wasn’t stupid, she’d know Snatcher would come for Hat Kid. It was the only reason Hat Kid was still alive.

Hating every moment that had led to this, Snatcher crept closer, grateful he didn’t have to worry about creaking floorboards. He didn’t want to do this but what else could he do? He needed to save Hat Kid.

Once he reached the doorway, he peeked in. Hat Kid was in there, in the middle of the room, completely frozen except for her head. Her face where it wasn’t bruised and bleeding – clearly she’d been hit rather hard by something – was pale. Her eyes were closed too. She was still alive though, Snatcher could feel it, just unconscious probably in punishment for her scream a little bit ago.

All he needed to do was to get close enough to her to be able to pull her into his pocket dimension and then they’d be home free. So he should rush in and…

“My Prince!” Vanessa was suddenly taking up the whole doorway, making Snatcher flinch back. “You’ve finally returned! I’ve been waiting, I even captured…”

Snatcher summoned a blast of magic under her feet, making her cut off with a scream of rage as it hit her. He immediately moved to dodge her ice thrown in retaliation. At the same time, he summoned another blast of magic under her feet and another under the wall separating the nursery from the hallway. It destroyed the wall enough for his Subconite form to fit through. Allowing him to get around her and make a dash for Hat Kid.

“Go peck yourself you pecking selfish whore ice bitch,” he made sure to shout at her before pulling himself and Hat Kid into his pocket dimension, just in time to miss getting hit by another blast of ice.

Wasting no time, Snatcher snapped back into his usual form and loosely coiled around Hat Kid. “Kiddo,” he said as he urgently starting tapping the side of her face. “You need to wake up.” She was more than half frozen, the risk of freezing to death was way too real. He could worry about other possible injuries and getting rid of the ice in a bit, waking her up came first. … Unless it was already too late.

She grumbled as her eyes fluttered open, thank goodness. “Snatcher! Dad! You saved me!”

“Yep, sure did. Now uh…” He could easily break the ice with a strong blast of magic but with how much power he, he was liable to accidently hurt her in the process no matter how careful he was with it. But it was magic ice, meaning melting it through mundane means would take at least twice as normal ice. Meaning…

“I-it’s cold.” Her voice shook. “A-and I can’t move.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m working on it though just… hold on a bit more, okay?” He summoned a blue potion as he pulled back from her. He didn’t have time to explain so he just poured half of it out and threw it at her feet. She flinched and even gasped in surprise at the explosion but when the fog cleared, the ice encasing her body was cracked.

“O-one more should do it,” she said, looking back up at him with far too much trust because this was dangerous too but he couldn’t think of what else to do to get rid of the ice now.

Thankfully one more did do it. As the ice shattered, Hat Kid stumbled and almost fell before Snatcher caught her. He scooped her up to cradle in his arms. She was shivering and cold as she grasped onto his mane.

“Y-you’re warm,” she said, her teeth chattering. “You’re not supposed be warm.”

“I’m not, it just feels that way to you right now because you’re freezing. But other than that, are you hurt? Do you need medical attention?” He couldn’t provide it but he could bring her to someone who could. He maybe should regardless, just in case.

“Uh no, I’m not now… just cold and my head hurts because she hit me when I yelled. But uh… speaking of that, what happened?”

“I’ll tell you later.” Instead, Snatcher transferred them to her room on her ship. He pulled the blanket off her bed and wrapped her in it like a cocoon. He then grabbed the spare blanket from her closet and wrapped her in that one too. “Is this good?” he asked when he done because he’d been dead long enough that he was no longer sure what the best way to warm up after almost freezing to death was.

“Yes, thank you. Thank you.” Her shivers seemed to have died down some, meaning she was probably going to be okay now. He might still want to take her to the doctor later though, just in case, but for now…

“Don’t ever do that again,” he said as he settled in the pillow pool, still holding her in his arms so he could glare down at her to make sure his displeasure was fully known.

She giggled in response though. It was good that she was feeling well enough to laugh but…

“It’s not funny. You could’ve died.”

“No, I guess it’s not, huh? But… I’m just happy you’re being a grump again. It was kid of scary seeing you so openly worried.”

Snatcher couldn’t exactly deny that he’d been worried, even if he wanted right? He’d gone into Vanessa’s Manor for her, anyone who knew of his past would know what that meant. So… “You’re never going to the manor again. I don’t care what you have to say about it.” He’d tell the Subconites never to let her pass when they were on guard duty too.

“Fair enough. I got what I wanted anyway. Her diary and…” she paused as she squirmed and then finagled her hand and arm out of the covers through the opening made for her face, “this.” She held the pocket watch he’d asked her to find. It was tarnished with age but unmistakable.

Snatcher sighed, unable to stay mad. “Uh… thanks.” He should probably take Vanessa’s diary from her because she did not need to know Vanessa’s secrets. He’d worry about it later though. For now, he just accepted the pocket watch and sent it to his pocket dimension.

“Can we watch a movie now? One that’s set in a warm place.”

“Sure, why not?” With how mad Vanessa had to be, she’d probably come to attack the forest again soon but until that happened Snatcher was just going to let himself relax. He’d almost lost Hat Kid today and that was a far more stressful experience than he wanted to admit. So he needed to get his mind off of it for a bit.

For this drabble event.

[holidaywishes]

Embers II

Chapter II: wait for it

   Summary of series: Katie moves from Peachtree, Georgia, to L.A. with her son, Alex to start fresh after the death of her husband. When she meets Evan Buckley, a young firefighter, she falls fast but will her son be so quick to accept Evan into his life?

  Summary of chapter: After what happened at the firehouse with Buck, Katie tries to put him out of her mind. By getting a babysitter and going out for a girls night out.

  Warning: Fluff, drinking, partying? maybe some swearing but if you read any of my other stuff, you’ll realize swearing just happens.

  Author’s Note: Hopefully anyone who read the last chapter liked it, because I’ve got a few chapters in the back of my mind to write out; especially during this quarantine. Whether or not it’s your type of story, thank you for reading! For those of you who do like this show, I hope you enjoy this chapter/series. Cheers, x 😘 I’m going to try to get a chapter out every Monday but can’t guarantee anything!

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Katie’s P.O.V

  You couldn’t get Buck’s tone out of your mind from the end of the conversation at the firehouse. Which meant that you couldn’t concentrate while you were at work

  “Katie.. Hello? Anyone in there? Katie?!” Marie, your co-worker, called out

  “I’m sorry, M, I just...” you sighed

  “Can’t stop thinking about the firefighter? Yeah, so you’ve said” Marie laughed and you rolled your eyes before your boss tossed a newspaper on your desk. The front page read ‘Is this the new Britney?’ and featured a picture of a young, blonde that was reminiscent of Britney Spears at the height of her career.

  “I want her” your boss, Raquel, almost commanded

  “Who is she?” you asked before reading, apparently this girl won some T.V. Talent contest but was somewhat of a brat. And now, she was in need of a publicist -- hence, the boss’s presence.

  “Her name’s Amber Reed. She’s 21 and from Atlanta, like you!”

  “I’m from Peachtree” you interrupted

  “Georgia, then,” she corrected, “you’ll have something to bond with her about. Anyway, her whole thing is that she looks like a pop princess but she’s actually more of a rock star than anyone else we represent”

  “How? In the sense that she doesn’t care who she has to sleep with to get to the top?” Marie chided before being silenced by Raquel.

  “She starting making all sorts of demands after she won that show but because she looks like Britney, people are making her out to be a brat. That’s where you come in...”

  “I don’t know if I really understand what you expect me to do for her image. I’ve already got my hands full with Nick anyway. I swear that kid will fall off a 20 story-building if his followers ask him to.”

  “If we pair her up with anyone else, it’ll seem like they’re babysitting her, or,” she said before eyeing Marie, “as Marie put it ‘sleeping her way to the top.’ You’re young, and bright eyed but you’re also smart and resourceful. This girl needs that right now.”

  “I don’t know, Raquel, I hav--” you tried but was quickly stopped by your boss’s finger on your lips.

  “She’s gonna make us a lot of money. I want her. You’re doing this.” Just like that, your whole day was to be spent looking for a way to get this girl to hire you as her publicist.

  “Good luck?” Marie said to you as Raquel walked away, leading you to drop your head

  “How am I supposed to convince this girl that I’m the best person to help her image? That I can make her who she wants to be? I’m pretty sure she can get there all on her own”

  “You heard the boss though...”

  “Not helping--” you complained, throwing the paper at Marie-- “I just have no idea how I’m supposed to even start”

  “That sweet Georgia charm” she said in her best Southern accent and you smiled like you did in her pageant days.

  “Fine. But I can’t make any promises.” You obliged

  “Hey, look at it this way,” Marie interjected, though she would immediately regret her words, “you haven’t thought about the firefighter in like 10 minutes...”

  “Marie!” You whined, now realizing that you’d be thinking about Buck while you were looking for Amber Reed.

xx

  You managed to find where she would be, Amber, but you decided you’d see what you were getting yourself into by sitting at the bar in her hotel lobby and watching what she got herself into. What you saw didn’t really surprise you but it did worry you

  “I’m not paying for this,” Amber said, seemingly referring to the room charges and the person at the desk tried to understand, “it’s not my fault you didn’t do your job! That room was filthy from the second I walked in but I asked for someone to come up and clean it. And they did. But only that one time, and then after that, nobody. I had to clean the room myself! and after being busy all day the last thing I want to do is clean my own damn hotel room! I won’t be staying here again. I’d like a full refund.”

  “I’m sorry Miss Reed, we can’t do that. I wish we could but it’s against our policy. We can credit you for a night in the future but I--” he tried to explain but you could see Amber was about to scream. You had known girls like this back in Georgia, the beauty queens who won one-to-many crowns and believed that they somehow owned everything; you hated that this was who your boss wanted you to take care of but you weren’t about to lose your job because a 21-year-old pop princess tried to steal from the hotel she was staying at. So you intervened.

  “Excuse me, Hi,” you said, interrupting the useless back and forth between the two, “I understand that there’s been some misunderstanding. Miss Reed here is having a rough couple of days. She broke up with her boyfriend of five years and she’s struggling to make L.A. feel like home; Georgia’s a lot less.. chaotic than here.”

  “I understand Miss..?”

  “Richardson!” you exclaimed, only now realizing you hadn’t introduced yourself, “I’m so sorry. Katie Richardson, I’m Amber’s publicist.” You could feel Amber’s eyes on you but you ignored it for a second to try to sort Amber’s situation out for her.

  “Miss Richardson. I do understand, and I apologize for your hard luck these last few days Miss Reed, but like I said, we can’t give a full refund.”

  “I understand. You’ve been so kind and so level-headed. Is it possible that Miss Reed use some credit in the future? I know she said she would never stay here again but she has quite a few large-scale events happening in the coming weeks and I’m sure she’ll need somewhere to stay so she can be close by. And I’m sure that would bring in many other guests.” You gave the man a sympathetic look, hating yourself for having to shrink herself to Amber’s level.

  “Why are you saying you’re my publicist?” Amber whispered, attaching herself to your side as you both walked to the elevator

  “Because,” you stopped, “I know you don’t have one. I also know that your image is awful. Unless you want to be known as the brat who doesn’t pay for anything even though she absolutely can.”

  “I’m not a brat. I know what I want and I believe I should get it”

  “Whining and crying isn’t the way to do it. You’re young. Now is the time when you need to earn people’s respect. Apologize when you do something wrong, wear skirts longer than your fingertips and, at the bare minimum, say please and thank you.”

  “I don’t need your help. I’m doing just fine and I can handle it from here. Thanks but no thanks.”

  “Fine. I tried,” you sneered, “I’m not going to be here when you fall Miss Reed. Make good choices!” You were dreading going back to the office, knowing that Raquel would be waiting to pounce, so you snuck back to your desk to avoid your boss.

  “What are you doing?” Marie asked

  “I didn’t get her so I’m hiding from Raquel” you replied and Marie laughed

  “The Georgia charm didn’t work?”

  “The girl’s a brat. I could’ve been the Queen of England and she wouldn’t have had any interest in me helping her”

  “Yeah because she has no idea who that is,” Marie laughed, “you know who can get her attention?”

  “Don’t say it”

  “Nick!”

  “Nick, yep, yeah see,” you nodded, annoyed, “I knew you were gonna say that. No. No. Nope, I’m not setting her up in a PR relationship with Nick just to get her to hire me, us.”

  “I’m sure they’d be fine with it”

  “I don’t care. As stupid as he is, Nick is a good kid. He doesn’t need this girl’s drama”

  “KATIE” Raquel said but, to your surprise, she sounded happy

  “Raquel...” you smiled awkwardly

  “I just got off the phone with Amber’s manager,” Raquel said, pausing to get your reaction, “she’s agreed to hire you as her publicist. Whatever you did, she obviously liked your methods. Congratulations but don’t screw this up. She works for us as much as we work for her; you go where she goes and she gets the option of going where you go. Got it?”

  “Got it!” You said, sarcastically saluting her boss as she walked away.

  “Well!” Marie smiled but you could only glare

  “I can’t even right now...” you sighed

  “Let’s go out tonight. You’ve got a few things to get off your mind, and to celebrate, so I think we should go out and have a Girls Night Out. GNO! Woo!”

  “No” you said plainly

  “Yes. Yes, it’s happening. It’s happening and you can’t fight it” Marie urged and you knew there was no arguing so you gave in.

xx

  “So, he has to go to bed no later than 9, Mom,” you explained, “I mean it. Don’t think you can feed him a bunch of sugar and leave him over-tired for when I get home. 9pm, understood?”

  “I do know how to do this you know.” Helena replied

  “Mama!”

  “Yes, Meine Liebe. Now, go. Have fun. Celebrate. But be safe.”

  “Alex, come here, baby. Oh my beautiful boy,” you cooed, “are you gonna be okay with Oma? I don’t have to go. Maybe I shouldn’t go. Maybe I should stay, I think I’m going to stay.”

  “No, you’re not!” Helena said, practically shoving you out the door, “you’re going and you’re going to have an amazing time. Now, go! Shoo!” You finally left, just as an Uber pulled up to your house with Marie inside

  “Where are we even going?” You asked

  “I have a few spots in mind, don’t you worry.” Marie’s words left you a bit nervous but those nerves were quickly overshadowed by the delight of seeing a few friends from the office.

  “I thought it was just going to be the two of us?” you smiled, giving the girls around you one more hug

  “Nope. Needed the whole gang! Let’s go everyone, the night won’t stay young forever!” The group laughed and you soon forgot all her stresses. Buck, Raquel, Amber, Nick and leaving Alex alone with your mom, none of it mattered right now; because you were about 5 cocktails deep and there was no coming back from that

  “KARAOKE!” You slurred to the group

  “WHAT?” They yelled in response

  “I WANNA SING AT THE KARAOKE! FIND ME A BAR TO SING AT THE KARAOKE!” You continued, garnering some laughs from the girls around you before Marie hailed a cab and the group found its way to a small karaoke bar that still seemed to be quite busy. Marie guided everyone to a table in the back across from where the pool table was and went to order some drinks.

  “Am I unlovable? Does me being a mom freak people out?” You mumbled to the girls beside you

  “Absolutely not!” they assured you

  “Why did he just stop talking to me then? Like one second, I’m positive, he was flirting with me and the next, it was like I had a second nose or something!”

  “Who?!” they continued

  “Buck. The firefighter with the pretty blue eyes...” The girls could tell that you were starting to daydream about Buck so they encouraged you to fill out the Karaoke slip.

  “You wanted to sing, let’s pick you a song!” Serena said and you obliged, picking three options and writing them down; the bartender coming around with the drink’s Marie had ordered and took the list from you. It seemed like it would be forever until you were able to sing whatever song had been picked from your list and in your drunken state, you were antsy enough to try and steal someone’s spot in line when you saw him; and you were instantly sober.

  “We have to go” you said to the group

  “What?” Claire asked, “No. you said you wanted to sing. It’s almost time..”

  “Is something wrong with Alex?” Serena added

  “Or your mom?” Darla said

  “What? No, stop it!” you sighed, “nothing’s wrong. we just have to go..”

  “Why? you wanted to sing..” Marie said, confused

  “I know I did, and I meant it when I was drunk..” you said and Maria tilted her head as if to say ‘you’re still drunk’ so you continued, “it was before I saw him.” You pointed to where Buck and Eddie were standing, playing a round of pool and surrounded by girls who looked close to Amber’s age, “I don’t think I can get up there knowing he’s out there...”

  “Oh shut up!” Marie said, leaving the rest of the girls in shock, “he’s not your ex. He’s just some guy. Make him realize what he’s missing...” Just then, your name was called and you made your way to the stage, trying your best to look as sober as possible. When you started singing, you were nervous, that everyone was staring at you but when she noticed that Buck was looking at you, the way he did when you first met, something changed and the nerves were gone. You was greeted by cheers when you got back to the table and you had to take a deep breath as you wondered if Buck would come over to say hi.

  “Katie?” you heard him ask from behind you, making you smile widely

  “Hi!” you said, maybe a little too enthusiastically, “Eddie. Hi. It’s nice to see you two again. Uhm these are my friends: Marie, Serena, Darla and Claire. Guys this is Eddie and Buck...”

  “Oh hi..” they replied. To your surprise, Buck pulled you aside and apologized about the firehouse

  “I didn’t realize you were married and I realized that I should probably cool it with the flirting. So, I’m sorry”

  “Married? Why would y--” you started, noticing the ring on your finger and it suddenly clicked for you, “I’m not married. Anymore. I just can’t seem to make myself take the ring off. Uhm..” you contemplated saying it was a long story but the vodka had other plans, “my husband actually passed away last year and this ring was his grandmother’s, so I’m having a hard time letting go of everything I guess...” The look on Buck’s face was a mix of sympathy and embarrassment on his part

  “Oh my god,” he kind of scoffed but not in a dismissive way, “I’m so sorry. I’m such a jerk, I shouldn’t ha-”

  “No, no, don’t worry about it. It was an honest mistake. I’m just glad I didn’t read the signs wrong.” The words hung in the air for a few minutes before either of them said anything; smiling awkwardly at each other as you finished your drinks, “so tell me something about you Buck-”

  “Evan, Buckley,” he corrected, “that’s why everyone calls me Buck but you can call me Evan..”

  “Evan.. I like it. It suits you,” you smiled, “so tell me something about you Evan”

  “Well, I’m from Hershey,”

  “Like the Candy Bar?”

  “Yep”

  “Hmm” you said, gesturing for him to continue

  “I have a sister. I was a bartender in South America for a bit, oh and I’m a firefighter...”

  “Why?” you asked, rather abruptly

  “Why what?” he furrowed his brow

  “Why did you become a firefighter?” you said, resting your head on your hand

  “Because I wanted to help people”

  “Wasn’t there somewhere safer, something safer, you could’ve chosen?”

  “This was something safer”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I actually applied to be a Navy SEAL before I became a firefighter”

  “Oh wow..” you said

  “See... It’s a much safer job”

  “It’s not--” you shook your head before taking a sip of the water in front of you, “Jesse, my husband was a SEAL. He was in the Navy for a while before moving to the SEALs but once he was there, it kind of consumed him.”

  “I’m sorry,” he said, resting his hand on your knee, “I didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories”

  “Oh gosh, no, of course not. It’s not your fault--” you reassured him, placing your hand on his arm, not realizing his hand moving slightly up to your thigh, “it’s just a small world that’s all.” You blushed when you finally realized where his hand was and he leaned in a little closer

  “I’m really glad I met you.” He whispered and your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes began to search his.

  “I’m really glad I met you, too.” He moved in to press a kiss to your lips and you sunk into it just long enough for your friends to gather around the two of you without either of you noticing until Serena cleared her throat

  “Sorry..” Serena smiled, “we have an Uber outside and we really should be getting home. It’s past your bed time Mama...” Your eyes stayed trained on Evan as the group spoke and waited for you to reply and he smiled at you in response

  “I’m fine. I’m not too tired, I’ll be fine for work tomorrow.” It took you a second to realize that they were talking about Alex, “crap. I really should get home. I can’t believe I forgot about him...” You started to rush when Evan offered to give you a ride

  “Haven’t you been drinking too?” Marie asked

  “I just meant I can make sure she gets home. We can share an Uber”

  “Nice try, Fire man, but that’s what our Uber is for”

  “It’s fine guys, you go on. I’m just gonna pay for this drink and then we’ll call a car” you said, dismissing the group of girls and Eddie followed behind them

  “I guess I’ll head back with them. Get my car tomorrow...” he said and Evan gave him a hug goodbye, “it was nice to see you again, Katie.”

  “You too, Eddie!” Five minutes later, you and Evan were quietly riding in the back of a small sedan on the way back to your house; he politely walked you to your door and lingered for a while before the driver eventually honked his horn

  “Yikes, guess he doesn’t like to wait,” he laughed and you bit your bottom lip, “I should go. Have a good sleep...”

  “Evan?” you said, stopping him from walking back to the car, staring at his lips quickly before making the brash decision to kiss him; relieved when he kissed you back. The kiss was deeper than you’d anticipated, so much so that he had picked you up and pushed you back against the door as his tongue danced with yours, “uhm.. maybe we should,” you said breathlessly as Evan kissed down the side of your neck “wait..”

  “Is something wrong?”

  “No.. I just don’t think this is a good idea right now. My mom’s inside and so is my son. And I think I might actually like you, Evan,” you admitted, “sex has a tendency to complicate things...”

  “I totally understand.” He smiled at you and asked for your phone, putting in his number and texting it, “there, now you can call or text me whenever you want to see me again.”

  “Or you can text me whenever you want to see me again...?” you asked teasingly

  “Well, if it were up to me, I wouldn’t be done seeing you now,” he said quickly and the driver honked once more before getting out of his car and yelling to Evan, “guess I really have to go now..”

  “I guess so..” you said, lips still close enough to touch

  “I’ll be seeing you” he said, quoting Billie Holiday; though you couldn’t tell if it was intentional or not, so you reciprocated the words before slowly opening the door to finally head inside. You blissfully walked through your living room, to your bedroom, and changed into your PJ’s; when you were just about to close your eyes, your phone chimed and Evan’s name lit up the screen

  “I forgot to tell you,” his text started, “I had a lot of fun tonight.”

  “Let’s do it again, soon. Goodnight Mr. Buckley.”

[foxtophat]

in today’s update, nick and kim discuss why they shouldn’t kill the guy who probably deserves a righteous death-by-asskicking.  nick is sort of an over-thinker, which usually puts him in tailspins, but thankfully kim and him have worked out a balance that keeps both of them afloat.

anyway, uh, there’s another chapter that could technically be added to this one but damn it i want to keep an update schedule for at least a few weeks lol. i’m still trying to figure out kim’s voice, a lot of the time i write her and end up pulling a softer fo5 marcy, which is... not accurate at all. so i’m working on her! also, i can’t write children too well so carmina tends to be like “fuck this i’m goin hunting” so oooo that should work out for me.

i hope you enjoy, please consider reblogging if you do!  the full text of the chapter is below the cut, in case you don’t wanna go off-site.  (yo, if you see a mistake please let me know, i’m pushing this update out before a bunch of errands so i might’ve messed up the formatting or a word or something)

Nick dreads every step he takes back down to the kitchen, but they only have a little while before Grace brings Carmina back. They need to make a plan before then — even if they're not going to kill John Seed, they're going to have to do something with him.

Kim is in the kitchen, taking her anger out on the vegetables she's picked. Nick can imagine his neck snapping as easily as the wimpy little carrots do, swallowing as he steels himself for the hard choices about to come. He'd sworn up and down that he was going to live a simple life from here on out, and yet here he is, bringing trouble in with him like a stray goddamn cat. Not even considering the safety of his family, or the feelings of his wife — or his friends , because what is Grace gonna say about all this? They have to tell her, right? And what about Jerome? Not to mention the other survivors. God — the list of people he's betraying grows by the second!

"Carmina will be back soon," Kim says, breaking another carrot into quarters. "We need to deal with John before then."

Despite her hostile tone, Nick doesn't think she means kill the guy. He hopes she doesn't. Nick will do it , of course — he can't expect Kim to clean up his mess — but he can barely stomach the guilt thinking about it. God, what if she tells him to do it? The man wouldn't even be able to fight back. Nick's never had to kill someone who couldn't fight back .

"Hey," Kim calls out, soft but firm enough to shake him out of his thoughts. "It's going to be okay."

"Yeah, I know," Nick replies, the words spilling out. "Just — I really messed up, Kim, what the hell was I thinking? I saw him lying there, I had my gun in his face and I decided to put us all in danger, because why ? Because I felt sorry for him? I should've done something differently. I should've..."

Kim has this way of smiling that never fails to pull Nick out of even the worst thought spiral. She uses it on him now, tiny crows-feet crinkling beside her eyes as she comes around from the kitchen. "There are a lot of things we could have done differently," she says gently. "We spent six years in a bunker learning that lesson. Six years un learning all of the bullshit the cult forced on us." She reaches him, taking one of his hands up in both of hers. If there's an easy solution she can see that Nick can't, she doesn't tell him; she only sighs and admits, "I don't blame you. I don't know if I could have done it, either."

"Well, at least I know I'm not the only one who's gone soft." Nick looks back towards the stairs, as if John might somehow crawl out of the spare room and demand they hand over the house. "The question is, what do we do now that we got him here?"

"Well..." Kim's shoulders slump with a resigned sigh, as she also turns to look up the stairs. "I mean, there aren't a lot of options that don't end with us shooting him. It's not like there's a court to try him in, or anyone left to hold him accountable."

Nick shrugs. "Maybe that was the plan? Maybe he thought he could outlive the consequences of his bullshit."

"I'm definitely in favor of shooting him if that's the case. I'm surprised he outfoxed the deputy, much less that he survived for this long."

"I don't think I'd call whatever he's been doing surviving ." Nick gestures up the stairs. "You saw the guy. All I know is that I found him next to an open bunker that smelled like a mass grave. I mean, Dep... Dep said they put him down. They wouldn't have left him alive somewhere. Right?"

"They never were big on murder," Kim points out. "Or revenge."

"God, if they fuckin' stashed him away after everything he did..." Nick exhales heavily; he's getting too worked up about a hypothetical situation. "I guess it doesn't matter. They couldn't've known what was gonna happen." No matter how often Joseph or his fucked up family would tell them otherwise, the Deputy had never been big on religious zealotry, and the concept of the end of the world had seemed impossible to them at the time. They hadn't been a fan of killing the Seeds outright, not if they could be brought to justice, but they had never been given the chance. Well, that's what Nick thought, anyway. Now, he's not so sure that Rook didn't play some key decisions too close to their chest.

"Okay, okay," Kim cuts through his thoughts, "Let's just focus on the information we have for now."

"Easy for you to say," he sighs. But, she's right, of course she is, so Nick sighs again and shakes his head to clear away the random what-ifs he's been conjuring up. "Okay, so — the facts. Right."

"You said you found him in a bunker?" Kim prompts.

"Near a bunker. He'd made a... I mean, it wasn't a camp . But he was living topside for at least a couple days. My bet is he crawled in there after the plane went down."

"He must have run out of food at some point and had to come up," Kim suggests.

"Yeah, for all the good that did him. Though I guess it might be better starving to death topside instead of pre-buried."

"Maybe if we're lucky, he'll starve before we get around to feeding him," Kim sighs, although she sounds too resigned to be hopeful of an easy outcome. "Although it'd be hard to explain to Carmina and Grace why we're burning a corpse..."

"Oh, man," Nick groans. "What do we tell Grace? And what are we gonna do about Carmina? She can't go anywhere near that psychopath. Even if he's too weak to hurt her, I don't want him giving her... weird ideas or something."

Kim hesitates. "Grace won't be forgiving. If we tell her, she won't consider another option."

Nick hates the idea, but not enough to keep from considering it. Grace wouldn't hesitate; she would do what needs doing and she would only wonder why it took her coming along for it to happen. And if they don't tell her, they won't just be keeping John a prisoner — they'll be harboring him from the justice he deserves. They'll have to keep him hidden from everybody, even strangers. The alternative would be to put the burden on somebody who doesn't deserve it.

"I don't think I've got the guts," Nick admits shamefully. "I feel sick just thinking about it."

He hopes that Kim has a stronger stomach than him, but she only sighs and nods. "I'm not sure it's the right choice. I'm not even sure there is a right choice. But — for the sake of fairness, he should at least be able to defend himself."

"We've gone soft," Nick chuckles. "Back in the day, we'd have busted his teeth in just for surviving."

Kim gives him this look, like maybe she's always seen him as soft, but he doesn't mind it coming from her. "So," she asks, "What do we do with him once he's well enough to be a problem?"

"Hopefully, he does something to inspire some righteous, old-world justice before then."

"Considering his track record, I won't rule that out. But... Ugh. I don't even want to say it." Kim rubs her face with both hands, pacing in a small circle. "Eight years is a long time to plan in. He could have any number of... of plots, or hidden caches, who knows what? If we don't kill him, there's a real chance that he might use our kindness against us." Kim's frown is heavy enough to pull her whole face into it as she turns back to Nick. "It wouldn't be the first time."

"We'll keep him in the nursery. He'll be under lock and key, 24-7, until we can figure out what his deal is. If he turns out to be plotting some kind of second cult uprising or, I dunno... resurrecting Joseph from the grave, we'll put him out of everyone's misery. Which, let's face it, is the most likely outcome."

"And if he doesn't? How long can we keep him prisoner up there? I mean, Nick... our food supply isn't exactly stable, and he's another mouth to feed on wimpy carrots and mushy turnips. Summer's almost over, and last winter was hard enough without four of us."

Nick chews his lip. Looks back towards the stairs, wondering whether John can hear what they're saying, if he's cognizant enough to understand the position they're putting themselves in on his dumb behalf. "And then there's all the stuff we gotta get done before then," he sighs, thinking of the myriad chores and home improvement projects he's put off in order to focus on basic survival. "Hell, I don't know, Kim. Maybe we can put him to work when he's able to stand upright. Give him all the jobs Carmina's too young to do yet."

"We do need somebody to dig this house out of the dirt," Kim suggests. She's mostly joking, even though it's extremely true — they haven't had time, energy or interest enough to do more than a cursory sweep to clear the stairs. "And you've been talking about fixing up the hangar again..."

"All manual labor that I can oversee with a rifle," Nick says. "John owes us — seems only right that we take what we need."

"Assuming he'll cooperate."

"He's not going to have much of a choice."

Kim frowns. "If he doesn't, are you sure you can handle making him?"

Nick should probably be offended, but she's right to ask. Truthfully, Nick's not sure he can be intimidating enough to sway John into listening to him. The guy is a fucking maniac, after all — other than pain and revenge, there's not much that gets him up and moving. Nick doesn't have an ace up his sleeve that can outdo the Cult. That doesn't mean he's not gonna try — it just means he's going to have to try harder than John deserves.

"I'm gonna have to be. Look, after Carmina gets back, I'll take up some food and see if he's willing to talk. We'll just... go from there."

"You've always been good at improvising," Kim hums. She's got a smile on her face that Nick's never seen before, something sad lingering in her eyes as she gives him a curious look over. "I love you, you know," she tells him, as if she hasn't said it a dozen times this week alone.

"I love you too," he replies. "And I'm sorry I brought this on us. I'll make it right."

" He'll make it right," Kim says. "Or we'll shoot him."

Nick laughs. "Yeah, or we'll shoot him," he repeats, pulling Kim in for a long, tight hug. Nick's not sure if it's old age or being a father that's softened him so much, but he's sure it hasn't softened him enough to keep him from doing whatever might need to be done. All he can do is hope that John won't put that to the test.

[tarithenurse]

Agent of Hope - 4

Your world falls into ruin together with the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcements and Logistics Division when you find out that your boyfriend isn’t one of the good guys. Pairing: Brock Rumlow x fem!reader, eventually Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader Contents: Mentions of sickness/pain, angst, paranoia or fear thereoff, probably swearing. A/N: This post has been queued. If you like what you read, please reblog or comment or both, and ofc if you want a tag, just let me know in an ask.

4 - Master of the House

You vaguely remember moving about with the help of Hogan, but you had been too out of it after the onslaught of information. And now? Now you’re too stumped by the absence of pain to really worry about anything else. It’s amazing. Normally painkillers would leave you sort of woozy and there’d still be some of the throbbing left (not to mention sensitivity to light, sound, and movement), so the numbness almost makes you cry with relief and you breathe deeply to calm the emotions suddenly bubbling.

“Morning.”

The one word is enough to bring the fear back even if it had been said relatively kindly. Blinking owlishly, you home in on the speaker and nearly lose your goddamn mind all over again. Stark. Reclining leisurely in a chair, he looks like he’s been there for a while: the suit jacket has been discarded and the vest unbuttoned to allow a better view of the dark red shirt with the rolled-up sleeves. Bringing the legs back from an extended position, Iron Man himself leans in to study you without a word.

“Mi-mister Stark…” As if he wouldn’t know his own name, idiot! Swallowing hard, your throat has gone as dry as the desert. “Sorry for uhm for the…the…chaos, I guess.”

A wry smile ripples the well-groomed beard. “If you mean having some sort of episode after claiming Hydra isn’t done…then yeah, chaos would be a fitting word.”

There’s a warm undertone to his voice, planting a suspicion (that you don’t dare phrase) in your belly. Too nervous to return Stark’s gaze any longer, you focus on the surroundings instead only to be further rattled. Rather than a random couch, you’ve been brought to what seems like a high-tech mini hospital. Sure, you’re wearing your own clothes, but everything else fits the bill right from the type of bed to the monitors on a panel above that thankfully isn’t in use right now.

“You complained your head was hurting, so you’ve gotten something for that…but you gotta explain what that was about, miss,” Stark urges, “’cause that didn’t seem like a regular migraine.”

Here goes. “It’s…not. It’s partially the reason I came here.” You have to breathe in a few times to steady your voice. Maybe he’ll just think I’m crazy. Am I crazy? “Br- Rumlow isn’t dead and he isn’t about to quit working for Hydra.”

“Hydra’s exposed. They’re as good as gone.”

“No.” The billionaire doesn’t challenge you again but just waits for an explanation. “Rumlow is…was…my boyfriend. I didn’t know who he really was working for, I swear! But I found out and…and…”

Stammering, you manage to relay what’s been happening on and after things started to go wrong in your life. The nightmares that woke you with your head pounding and sweat running down your body, then how they fit a bit too well with all sorts of horrors happening in the world…but dreams are dreams, right? Except they’re not because now it happens when you’re awake and it’s worse and scary as fuck.

“Now…it happened a-again,” you try to explain as you wipe tears from your cheeks, “Rumlow is somewhe-where else…not a-a normal hospital ‘nd he’s getti-ing better already. And the o-o-others…Hydra people…they’re looking for me. He told them!”

“Told them you’re a lose end?” The concern is obvious even if the tone is that of someone analyzing and strategizing. “Or that you can…what? See the future? Witness things even if you aren’t there?”

A surge of relief fills your with warmth. “Lose end and…erm…both, I guess?” He doesn’t doubt me?

Silence falls, one where Stark thinks, and you fret about the future. Maybe you should be admiring the view beyond the glass wall facing lower Manhattan. Maybe you should offer solutions. Truth is, however, that you got nothing. Coming this far was the main part of the plan, and yeah, you’d hoped to tell Natalia Romanova-or-something, but this is hopefully just as good. Hopefully. You hide the shaking of your hands by busying them with the powder-blue blanket, smoothing it and then folding it in tiny creases that create patterns.

The single clap of Stark’s hands startles you. “Alright. Gotta call in Nat or Rogers on this too, but you’re not going back out there while those bastards are looking for you.”

Iron Man’s entire demeanour has changed, becoming warm and almost fatherly as he personally sees to it that you’re set up in one of the many guestrooms and more food is ordered for you (apparently the bit of pasta hadn’t stayed inside). The best part of it all, though, is how your future is looking brighter all of a sudden.

[sinsins52]

Everything Wrong With Everything Wrong With The Lion King

ORIGINAL VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hP4WsVHTVh0&t=0s&index=2

1.”33 Second Disney log in the 90’s-” This was not the logo they had in the 90’s. This is the modern logo added in the DVD/Blu Ray you have. You can sin it for that, just, ya know, do research next time.

2.”These lazy ass birds are lazy” Hey, if you had the chance to have an elephant carry you like that, you’d take it too.

3.”This is ritual that needs to be done for some reason” Just like with Frozen, Jeremy doesn’t understand the concept of other cultures having different ways of doing things.

4.”Even Gods shows his approval of the new lion cub by shining light down at the appropriate moment. Hopefully he’ll save Simba’s Dad when the time comes too.” This is one of those times where I think it’s a joke but thanks to how you operate, I can’t really tell. Either way it’s not funny.

5.”He’s as mad as a hippo with a Hernia” “Wouldn’t any mammal with a Hernia be in basically the same amount of pain/anger?” Yes, but I imagine it must be worse for Hippos. Plus, it’s alliterative!

6.”So they got James Earl Jones and Madge Sinclair to to basically reprise their roles as King and Queen from Coming to America, so does that mean-” Gonna stop you right there just to say: This movie that movie!

7.”If it’s a shadow-y place, then the light ain’t touching it, and Simba shouldn’t have to ask.” He’s just wondering why the place the light isn’t touching isn’t being touched and what is up with it. Curious children will be curious, man.

8.”You’re like 6 days old dude, jesus” Simba looks mighty grown for a 6 day old!

9.”Simba walks in on Nala while she’s taking a bath” Again, you’re just stating what you see.

10.”Simba is outlining exactly how he’ll being about the downfall of the entire kingdom…selfish-ness and excsive playtime” That’s the point. This is supposed to show how arrogant he can be to contrast to later where he learns to be a proper king.

11.”Look, I know we’re in a cartoon musical where anything can happen but-” Nope.

12.”You lying whore!” Rude.

13.”How do the Elephants know to come here before they die?” That’s.,..not how graveyards work.

14.More than one sin about Zazu surviving a rhino sitting on him. We get it.

15.”Literal Big Shoes to fill reference” Again, you’re just stating the obvious. It’s subtle enough to not be a sin.

16.”There’s a clear area to the right here but Simba also went to the Prometheus school of running away from things” Do you really expect a kid to think on his feet like that?

17.”Getting your hopes up wildebeast” At least you’re not getting my hopes up if you giving out actual sins.

18.I agree that just killing Simba right there would be a smart move, but he sins Scar telling the hyenas to kill him even though it’s clear they are his muscle and he still wants to make it look like some sort of accident.

19.”Buzzards start swarming around an animal that is clearly not dead and hasn’t begun to decay for them to be attracted to it” Yeah but he LOOKS dead enough.

20.”Timon and Pumbaa Ex Machina but my question is, why do they even give a sh*t?” It’s a child in danger, that’s why.

21.(Timon starts Hakuna Matata) “Even if you killed your dad, he promise that’s bad…wait” First off, Jeremy sings that and it hurts me deeply, 2nd off, I don’t get it. They don’t know that part yet.

22.”Hakuna Matata glosses over the thing that made Timon an outcast” It doesn’t matter. Also, 3 and Half explains but it’s not explained here because it doesn’t matter.

23.”How A Bug’s Life should have ended” THIS movie had a bug in it, THAT movie starred bugs, and that’s a sin.

24.”Simba definitely wasn’t interesting during the time he grew into an adult, so we’ll tell that story in dissolves as he walks across a log” Well, yeah that’s why you dothat. To skip over the boring parts. This movie is in no way hurt by skimming that.

25.”Scar wanted to be king…for some reason.” I imagine just for the sake of having power. Some people just want power for the sake of it and don’t want anything deeper than that.

26.”Annoying Disney tune was around even in the time Africa existed” Ah yes, as opposed to now where Africa is just gone.

27.Also, there’s no indication that this takes place in any other time. This is far enough out so that it’s fine that no humans happen to show up.

28.”Some of you think this flower petals spell out sex when Simba falls into them. I think a lot of you have dirty minds-hey look I think I see a vagina in those flowers” Ha ha, but they actually spell out SFX.

29.”Pumbaa was food a minute ago. Are you telling me if someone vouches for him, he ceases to be food?” Yes.

30.”Has any Disney movie loved puns more than this one?” Care to show us more examples other than the 1? There’s not really that many.

31.”Why can’t YOU do something? Why can ONLY the heir the the throne was just now learned was alive do something?” I don’t think there’s much she can do about Scar at this point, but the true King is a pretty decent bet.

32.”-but would Simba have gone back to reclaim the throne without this supernatural Dad vision?” Possible but this gets it done faster and is cooler.

33.”EVERYTHING about this entire ecosystem is based around the sitting lion king’s evilness or goodness” Well, yeah. A good king would make sure to take care of the land while a bad king would just do nothing.

34.”Well, it’s over now. Benson has joined the battle” I’m sure that’s a reference that I just don’t get so…

35.”Hey, that’s exactly what Scar told Simba to do earlier!” Have you considered be one of those guys who narrates movies for the blind? You seem to be great at it. No wait, even the blind would know what is going on and why it’s not a sin.

36.”Simba does the thing that killed his Dad in the first place” …But his roar didn’t kill his dad. Even Simba knows this now.

SINS VIDEO SIN TALLY: 36

SENTENCE: Worries

I was expecting a higher tally based on my memory of this one but with some I tried to think of a rebuttal and just gave up out of laziness . So yeah, I bet some could come up with more sins I didn’t point out.

Next week, one of the few good off brand channels gets some sinning.

[someobscurereference]

I can't imagine a Selena or Odin who have lost all of their memories as anything but different, since it made up the biggest part of their personalities. How different do you imagine them to be without those experiences? How much is Laslow hurting at seeing the obvious differences?

(For reference, anon is most likely referring to this fic) 

The way I view it is that people are a combination of both nature and nurture; there are aspects of your personality that are innate and there are aspects about you that have been cultivated a certain way due to your environment and experiences. I also function by the old phrase “What the heart forgets, the body remembers” (thank you KH and XXXHolic), so there are features about Selena and Odin that may remain the same even if they don’t recall exactly why they do/act that way (especially with magical memory loss). 

For example, I imagine Selena is still naturally competitive and Odin still enjoys stories and exaggeration a lot as just “things they enjoy/behavior they naturally gravitate towards,” though it may be true that, if asked, Selena with no memories of her mother may be unable to explain exactly why she feels the need to be the best. In that case, she may either be tamer in her view of herself, less harsh in her flaws and a little more forgiving in her drive, or she may alternatively still feel the need to compare herself to the “perfect” figure she always felt her mother had been, though now without knowing who or exactly why she’s chasing this phantom blank in her mind. It could go either way, and I haven’t quite decided. But, again, I would think that competitive part of her/the part of her that doesn’t give up would still be present in a combination of Selena how both naturally grew up to be more dedicated as she matured and also “the body remembers what the heart forgets” kind of thing. (But also not knowing where she came from is a source of stress too; when she’s at her best, would her parents be proud of her? How would they react when she’s at her worst? When she’s too slow to block an attack, when Lady Camilla praises her? Was she loved? Was she loved?) She still buys a bunch of unnecessary stuff and returns it all later to fill that hole in her, now for new reasons. 

On the surface, like Selena, I don’t think Odin will have changed very much. Still narrates, still dramatic, still very much himself (though obviously memory loss is disorienting enough that it may take him and Selena a while to get back to more or less who they once were.).  Maybe he stares at swords a little too long and wonders why he has callouses a mage shouldn’t have. Maybe he also wonders whose blood runs in his veins; if he was ever really a hero or something else altogether. As things become more routine and the need to find an answer to these lost memories less pressing/less likely to happen, these worries will probably plague them both, but with less urgency than in those first few months. 

Another thing is that in their Fates Supports, Odin seems to be the pillar of support among the three. While they’re all doing fine in Nohr for the most part, Laslow and Selena both talk with Odin privately about their homesickness and their fears of being forgotten/their memories of home seeming less real as time passes. Odin seems to be the one to listen and cheer them up when this happens. However, with their memories gone, I think this would flip a bit. While Owain/Odin has always been the type to stick to his convictions, he can also be shown to be pretty sensitive in some respects, such as when Severa or Felicia accuse him of being too weird (to the point where he hid away in his tent in the dark to sulk about it in Awakening) or when he asks Inigo how many people he’s killed in the Harvest Scramble DLC. Though I think he may attempt to bury his worries under a blanket of “cool hero origin story” and “don’t think about it too much,” if he were reminded of his memory loss too harshly and confronted with the doubt that he may never remember, Odin might now be the person to need outside reassurance rather than give it. Same goes for Selena, who may act more self-assured than she really feels or put on a front for appearances/for others (especially if she doesn’t have the memories of personal growth she went through as a teen during/after the war). With that in mind, it may then fall to Laslow to be more of the comforting backbone of the Trio, despite the fact he’s the type to be the most visibly guilty about their memory loss and linger most on guilt and is seemingly a bit prone to melancholia than the others (see: “We only have a limited amount of time in this world, after all” per his and Xander’s support, and I believe is repeated once or twice in other Supports as well. There’s some other stuff too but that would require a whole characters study). And, as he put it in Awakening, he’s “pretty sensitive [a]nd pessimistic…” as well as prone to cry “at the drop of a hat.” I don’t think the onus of support would fall purely to him, but I think he may step up a bit more than he would in other timelines and the guilt would make him feel like he should be doing more for them. So even when they don’t need reassurances, Laslow may feel the need to go out of his way or put on a happy face even more than he already does for people. They’re supporting Laslow in return, of course; it’s not just all on him. But since there are things Laslow can’t/won’t share, there are things they can’t help with either. Or even worries they make worse without realizing too. It’s kind of like he’s back in his Awakening/Pre-Awakening “show now weakness, always wear a smile” mindset. So even though Laslow hasn’t had his memory taken, it’s as though he’s reverted back as well. 

Basically what I’m saying is that there are cracks in their confidence that weren’t there before, and Laslow is feeling pretty guilty in his self-isolation. 

tl;dr I think a lot of their innate personalities would be the same, actually? But a lot of who the Awakening kids became (especially shown in the Hidden Truths DLC, when the Trio agree they need to help Anankos simply because he’s in trouble, even though they don’t know him) really was shaped by their experiences as children in that Doomed Timeline with Grima, and there may be weaknesses/self-doubt that would not have existed in other timelines that exist in this one (plus stress over a lack of memory, thought that may fade as not knowing and new memories become routine, exacerbated by times of increased stress and hopelessness/too much hope). Also this perceived lack of experience may cause them to change opinions on certain things; for example, going through the guilt of killing a human person for the first time again (wondering if they ever had before as well) and whatnot.

I hope this makes sense! It’s been a while since I answered a question this in-depth, so hopefully I didn’t ramble too much, lol.