#i haven't decided how i want to do it yet

[snappingturt3ls]

Danny, flying in on CK doing his thing just as one of the bats shows up: Some this is where you disappeared to then King? I'm impressed you managed to get this far.

CK, internally freaking out: Oh shit! Phantom, come on man, I've got a good thing going here. I'm not even causing any major damage this time!

Bats, who have just arrived on the scene but haven't revealed themselves yet: wtf, since when does CK have fucking lore?

Danny: I will give you that, you haven't used any Nasty Burger sauce this time so there's been no major property damage, but you still shouldn't be here. Boxy and Lunch Lady have been bugging me to track you down for a while now.

CK: What! Why!?! Those two are the ones who gave me the idea of running in the first place!

Danny, incredibly amused: Because you missed their wedding and the birth of their first child you numbskull! You were supposed to be the best man but you disappeared and no one could find you.

CK, frozen in shock: THEY GOT MARRIED! A KID! IM AN UNCLE!

Bats, growing evermore confused and amused: Oh my god the lore deepens

Danny: Yeah, Box Lunch wants to meet you really bad and you're the last of my old rouges I haven't pacified yet so I decided to come deal with you as a Truce day gift.

CK: Okay, very well, I will return. However! First, we shall battle, and you shall bring me back in the thermos, for old times sake. Can't make it to easy on you after all.

Danny: *snorts* alright, fair enough. Come on, I'll let you get a minute before I attack back.

Bats, not worried because CK is a wimp going against an obvious meta: this poor bastard in going to be covered in mustard lol

CK: *starts flying and firing explosive sauce, leveling the building behind Danny, who dodged*

Bats: (;° ロ°)

CK: *starts flying at near supersonic speeds shooting sauces with various different effects, like explosions, acidic, stink, etc.*

Danny: *dodges every hit whilst mildly amused* 30 seconds left, don't hit any humans or I won't be gentle

CK: *flying through walls, duplicating, going invisible, and using other stupidly powerful abilities to try and hit Danny with something, ANYTHING* Don't worry, I know the rules

Bats, in full panic mode because WTF: Holy shit what did we even do here, call superman? Since when can CK do THIS! How did we miss that fucking CK is a JL level threat!?!

Danny, who has yet to be hit: ~ten seconds CK~

CK, who knows full well he's about to get his shit kicked in: *laughs as he keeps trying to hit Danny* I'm gonna make them count! *One of his duplicates had been charging a single shot which covers the whole city in sauce, Danny goes intangible but this sauce is designed to hit intangible ghosts and he gets hit* I FUCKING DID IT!!!

Danny, mildly amused: alright, I admit it CK, I'm impressed. You've learned a new trick. *shakes the sauce off of him, leaving him clean and the very messy bats jealous* your time is up now though. *takes CK down in one hit which launches him across the city before souping him*

Danny: should I clean this? Nah, this city has dealt with CK before, they are probably used to this by now. *flies back to amity*

Batman: I think, Im going to have to update CKs file...

Batkids: yeah no shit

Runaway Rogue

So! A couple of years ago, Danny lost one of his Rogues.

It's not that they got Ended or anything, he literally lost them and couldn't find them. One day they ran off after being defeated and never showed up again. They were one of his Joke Villains, not posing a real threat but still extremely annoying when they wanted to be.

He hadn't seen them in Years now, and with the situation in Amity quelled and more free time on his hands than he had gotten in Years, he decided to finally track the Ghost down and see what he had been up to.

His search led him to Gotham, where he finally found the one Rogue that he had lost all those years ago.

Condiment King.

[sp0o0kylights]

Steve Harrington showing up to Hellfire made sense.

He knew the kids. After The Incident of which they Do Not Speak Of, he knew Eddie. There was a friendship there that was pulling him into Hellfire’s orbit, and the elder members followed their leader's cues when it came to jocks who had decided to redeem themselves and evolve into beloved town hall heroes. 

Showing up to Corroded Coffin’s recently restarted band practice required a bit more adjusting, but it was fine. 

Everything was fine.

Steve showing up in the middle of a heated, completely nonsensical argument with Eddie, was also, unfortunately, growing to be something normal and fine--but arguing over Jeff specifically?

That was a little harder to ignore. 

“That’s my Robin.”  Eddie had started, pointing sternly towards Jeff as he marched up Gareth’s driveway. 

Steve rolled his eyes. 

“You already claimed Gareth as your Robin, you can't also claim Jeff.”

Yes I can! Because I have two--no, no, three!” Eddie counted on waiving fingers, “I have three Robin's, Grant’s one too!

Jeff blinked, before turning to his other bandmates. “Any idea about what this is about or…”

Nope.” Gareth refused to even look at the duo arguing. “And I don't want to know.”

“Okay then.” 

“They each have different specialties,” Eddie was animatedly arguing, having stopped in the center of the garage to square up to Steve. “So combined they make up one Robin.” 

“That's not how that works!” Steve loudly scoffed, arms winging out in a way that disturbingly, looked like a move he had copied from Eddie. 

He got a smirk in return. “Don't  be mad because I'm more popular than you are these days, Steven.” 

Oh now they were approaching dangerous territory-- Eddie was getting smug.

A smug Eddie, Jeff knew, was an obnoxious Eddie. The kind of obnoxious that refused to let things go and claimed victory over random bullshit. The type of obnoxious that would take weeks to kill, with them all suffering through Eddie’s crowing in the meantime.

Given the look on Steve’s face, he knew it too.

There was only one way to prevent the monster known as Smug Eddie, and that was to cut him at the knees before he properly got started. 

Something no member of Hellfire had ever before managed to accomplish--on purpose.

Steve, Jeff thought, was not a member of Hellfire. 

With a sudden and distrustworthy narrowing of his eyes, the ex-jock asked. “Didn't you say Jeff bakes?”

“No--” Eddie spat instantly but it was too late, Steve was already turning and--oh God, trying to pull Jeff into this shit. 

“Yes--hey Jeff, man, do you bake?”

“Uh…”

Grant looked between Steve, Eddie and Jeff, before taking one giant step to the right of them all.

The traitor. 

“Don't answer that!” Eddie commanded, stalking around to put himself between Jeff and Steve. “Do not answer that!” 

“I--yeah?” Jeff answered anyway, confused to hell but choosing to trust Steve on this one.   

Unfortunately for Corroded Coffin as a whole, and Jeff specifically, what they were missing was the fact that Steve could be a downright petty bitch. 

“What’s the hardest thing you can reliably bake?” 

It took a moment for Jeff to realize Steve was still talking to him, given his eyes were locked onto Eddie’s. 

“I like doing those kind complicated swirls with frosting sometimes?” Realizing how that sounded he quickly added; “To make cool patterns and shit!”

Steve nodded once, before boldly declaring: “I'm taking Jeff.” 

Eddie sputtered. 

“No you are not--” 

“That way,” Steve said, steamrolling right over, “you have two and I have two.”  

“Were not sharing cookies here, Steve!” 

“I know,” Steve retorted and oh God, now he sounded smug, “because Jeff and I haven't baked them yet.

“No--no! Jeff, Jeffery look at me.” The older teen whirled around to face Jeff, face serious. “You are forbidden to bake with this heathen.” 

“Wow, controlling much?” Steve drawled, moving fluidly around to stand shoulder to shoulder with Eddie, facing Jeff. With a weighty sincerity, he said, “I would never tell you what to do.”

“Yes he would! Yes He absolutely would! 

“What the fuck.” Jeff muttered, as they both continued to stare at him while maintaining their argument with each other. 

“You made eye contact, this is on you.” Grant told him. 

20 minutes later and Jeff would finally announce he was not going to do anything with anyone until after band practice. 

20 hours later, Steve would invite himself into Jeff’s house with a bag full of baking ingredients and a look in his eye that terrified Jeff more than Jason ever had. 

2 days later, Eddie would loudly declare Jeff���s status as a traitor, only to renounce it five seconds later after Gareth shoved one of the cookies they baked in his mouth mid rant. Only then would he agree that Steve could have Jeff as “his second Robin.” 

Unfortunately, he did this in front of the real Robin, who, as it turns out, can give one hell of a rant. 

(Later, Jeff, Grant and Gareth would loudly declare Robin their Queen and expert in all things Steve and Eddie, going so far as to present her with a Burger King crown to seal the deal. 

She would proudly wear it, despite all the bitching it caused from Steve and Eddie.) 

[vorfreudevortex]

Fake It 'Til We Make It

-`♡´- 11. Made It!

-`♡´- a chaptered smau series featuring: editorial assistant!ino x copy editor!fem!reader

warnings // 3.3k words/12 min. read - cussing, mentions of drinking alcohol, angst, your toxic ex tries to freak you out again, mentions of fighting and arguing, crying, confessions, uhhh lmk if i missed anything!!

author's notes // well damn. i guess that's all folks! thank you all SO much for reading my silly little self-indulgent series!!! might write an epilogue? or something spicy/18+? haven't decided yet, all i know is that i love my lover boy ino and he deserves the entire world.

stay tuned for my next smau/written series starring mafia!toji x sweet!fem!reader :) let me know if you want to be on the taglist for it!! i also have some yuta and noritoshi smau ideas floating around in my brain so please feel free to recommend tropes or anything else you want to see!! love you all and thank you so much for reading!!

10 // series masterlist // my masterlist

Takuma cocks a brow when the large, tattooed man pulls out and sits in the linen-covered chair next to him. He figures right away that he wouldn’t ever be friends with the man as he takes in his appalling salmon-colored hair and the treacherously thick tattoos that cover his face and wrists.

The man doesn’t seem to be able to shop properly either, considering the pearly buttons on his white dress shirt seem to be precariously stretched to their fullest extent to keep the fabric together.

“I fucking hate weddings,” the man says with a grimace. Takuma casually shrugs and offers him a polite smile as takes another sip from the cup of beer in his hand.

“Meh, I kind of like ‘em,” Takuma responds politely.

The man scoffs. “What’s your name?”

“Ino. You?”

“Sukuna.”

“Nice to meet you, man,” Takuma smiles.

“How do you know the couple?”

“Oh, I don’t,” Takuma shakes his head. “I’m here with my girlfriend. She’s old friends with the bride.”

“Your girlfriend?” The corners of Sukuna’s lips twitch up. “Where is she? Maybe I know her.”

“Hah, probably. She’s been talking it up with old friends all night,” He quickly scans the room for your figure, but doesn’t spot you anywhere. So, he pulls out his phone and sends a quick text while he continues. “She’s probably still in the bathroom.”

“Maybe she’s hiding from me.”

Takuma glances at Sukuna with a wry smile, just to see him wearing his own smug grin. Okay… he’s weird, Takuma thinks. They offer each other a dry chuckle before Sukuna moves on. He lazily points to the white shoulder bag Takuma holds in his lap, the straps wrapped around one wrist.

“Cute,” He sneers. Dickhead, Takuma thinks. With a little bit of alcohol in his system, he has no problem giving the guy a little flak.

“I agree,” Takuma smiles sarcastically. “It matches her dress perfectly. Plus, I need to make sure she doesn’t lose anything while she dances.”

“Hm…” He responds. “Are you from this area?”

“Nah, I’ve lived around Tokyo for pretty much my whole life.” Takuma sends you another text before continuing the conversation. The last thing he’d ever want to be to a large man with face tattoos, is rude. “What about you?”

“I live in Tokyo, too. But I grew up around here.” Takuma just nods. “You know, I’m starting to think your little girlfriend left you here.”

“Nah, she would never,” Takuma laughs. Another text sent. “The line for the bathroom is long.”

“She seems like the type that would try to up and leave.”

Takuma gives the man a confused side eye, paired with an awkward smile of disbelief. What the fuck is his problem? “…You don’t even know her, man.”

Sukuna just laughs, loud and raspy, as he slaps a hand down on Takuma’s shoulder. “Relax, kid. What’s your deal?”

Your boyfriend doesn’t return the laugh, but holds his uneasy smile as he glances back and forth from the hand on his shoulder and the pink-haired man. Sukuna quiets and his eyes lock on something beyond Takuma with a smug glimmer.

“Hey there, princess.”

Confused, Takuma turns his head to find you standing just a few feet away. You look beautiful as ever, but your shoulders are tense and your lips are parted in disbelief. Your eyes don’t fall on Takuma, much to his disappointment, but to the man next to him. The alcohol in your boyfriend’s system delays the realization that there is nothing but fear in your eyes.

You turn and rush away. Sukuna rises from his seat and follows, Takuma does the same. He grabs a handful of Sukuna’s dress shirt, which is promptly slapped away. “Get off me, boy,” he snarls.

“What did you do?” Takuma spits out, yanking on his arm to slow his hasty strides.

“That’s my girl, you little fucker,” Sukuna growls back. “Know your place and—”

“—Ryomen.”

It’s the groom, with angry eyes but a warm smile. He pulls Sukuna away. “—I thought you promised not to—”

Takuma doesn’t hear or care about the rest, he’s already hurrying after you. He sees you push your way into one of the bathrooms and quickly lock the door. Takuma jiggles the knob and gently knocks.

“Hey, pretty? You in there?”

No response. He hears the soft sound of your whimpers and sniffles and Takuma feels a foreign feeling of hurt course through his chest. As different thoughts fill his mind, he realizes that Sukuna had to be your ex boyfriend. The unsettling way he spoke, the way he reacted, the way you reacted? There was just no other explanation.

“Let me in, please? That guy is gone now.”

“I’m fine, Takuma,” your muffled voice responds. It’s shaky and small.

Takuma remembers the discussion in the groupchat from long ago, about the guy that barged into the office and dragged you out. He suddenly notices that you’ve never spoken about Sukuna to him before, and even diverted conversation away from the topic during the few times it was brought up. It must have been…awful, Takuma thinks.

“Please?” Takuma asks. It comes out as more of a desperate plea.

There’s movement behind the door before the lock quietly clicks open. Takuma immediately slips inside to see you sit back down on the toilet and bury your face in your hands. He locks the door behind him. The bathroom is quite small, with just enough room for a toilet, sink, and a small stool.

You’re humiliated, trying to hide your tears from Takuma as he sits on the stool and gently wraps a hand around your calf.

“Are you alright?” He delicately asks. “That was your ex, wasn’t it?”

You say nothing and avoid his gaze. After a quiet moment of attempting to wipe away your tears, you offer him a small nod.

“I’m so sorry…” Takuma nervously chews on his bottom lip. He looks up at you from the tiny stool, his fingers unconsciously kneading your leg. If you weren’t so distraught, you may have even giggled at the way his long legs awkwardly bent up to fit in this space. “If I’d known, I would have never kept talking to him.”

You let out a sniffling sigh as you shake your head. “Not your fault,” you croak out.

Takuma stands, sets your purse on the sink, and gets a handful of paper towels. He takes your hands from your face and starts to blot away your tears as he awkwardly bends over you.

“God, please don’t cry,” He says with worried eyes and a slight grimace. His face is just inches away from yours. “You’re making my heart break, pretty. I have no idea what to do when people cry.”

You’ve never been so embarrassed, never felt so vulnerable. At the end of the day, Takuma is just your coworker. Technically, your boss. Someone you see 5 days a week, 8 hours a day. Who reads your writing, gives you a stamp of approval, and sends it to Nanami. And here he is, wiping your tears in a tiny bathroom as you sit on a dirty toilet with a lump in your throat and hurt in your heart.

“I was certain he wouldn’t come,” You sniffle, still avoiding eye contact with Takuma. “He doesn’t come to these types of things.”

Takuma, on the other hand, is a bit distracted. He stares at your swollen lips and ruddy cheeks as he carefully wipes away each teardrop that spills from your eyes. The mascara smudged around your lashes makes his heart leap a little. His eyes travel down to your hands in your lap, which fiddle and fumble with the hem of your dress. The dress that he bought for you, the one that made him blush when you first tried it on. To Takuma, you’re just simply beautiful.

“You think he came because he knew you’d be here?”

You nod. His soft finger swipes a hair from your face. “I think he’s been chasing me down for a while.”

Takuma’s movements still. “Chasing you? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” You shrug. “He just always seems to be everywhere I am. Even everywhere I’m not.”

“So he’s stalking you?”

With a small scoff, you shake your head. “I don’t know.”

Takuma sits back down on the stool, eyes filled with concern. “What do you mean?” He repeats. No response. He takes a hold of your hands with his, both of them now a warm bundle in your lap.

“Hey, I’m serious,” He says softly. “Is this Sukuna guy stalking you?”

You finally turn to look at him. The odd intimacy of direct eye contact feels suffocating for a moment. You’ve never seen Takuma so stressed as his big, brown eyes stare back at you. He doesn’t break away while he takes in the exhaustion and pain in your face.

The moment feels like a lifetime before you take out your phone and show him the texts you’ve received from your ex boyfriend throughout the past few months, before you finally blocked him. Takuma reads them in silence. There’s no movement or sound in the bathroom aside from his thumb scrolling and thick swallows as he reads the worst of it.

“This is insane…” He mutters with a disgusting face when he’s finished. “How long were you with this guy?”

“…Three? Four years?” You mumble, ashamed once more. “If you add everything between breakups together.”

“And you kept going back?”

“I…” A small, weird surge of irritation and helplessness courses through you. You pull your hands away from Takuma’s. “Do you really think I wanted to?”

“No!” Takuma’s eyes widen with guilt as he scrambles to find your hands again. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

In a second of silence, he realizes your face is turned to the wall again, and he’s lost a piece of the trust he’d built with you. A pit forms in his stomach. “What I meant is…” Takuma clears his throat. “…You deserve better.”

“Yeah, sure,” You respond dryly. A tear rolls down your cheek.

“I’m serious,” He presses. “You’re just so kind and considerate. Don’t you think you deserve that, too?”

“But I’m really not,” You scoff. “I’d scream and yell at him. I’d call him names, too. I would just up and leave in the middle of the night when I knew he’d find me anyways.”

“Yeah, well, from what I’ve seen, the fucker deserved it.”

“So, you’re saying we both deserved what we got?”

“No.” Takuma stands, gently pulling you up with him. Warm hands delicately hold your arms. “You never deserved any of the shit that Sukuna guy did and said to you, or any guy for that matter.”

“Hey,” He quietly calls when you don’t respond. When you still don’t meet his eyes, he delicately takes a hold of your face in his hands. “That asshole deserved every argument and name you called him, because I know for a fact that he was the one that started everything and drove you to the edge.”

“Just because you fought back, it doesn’t mean you’re a shitty person,” He continues. “You’re intelligent, kind, thoughtful and… you’re so beautiful. You deserve someone that actually likes you, and loves you. Someone that shows it all the time, not just when they feel like it.”

More tears fall down your cheeks, which Takuma catches with his thumbs every time. “Aw, please don’t cry? Please…” He mumbles. He looks exasperated and… desperate? The guilt and exhaustion of the situation bubbles up in your stomach once again.

“Takuma, he’s said it himself,” Your breath catches in your throat as another sharp sob escapes. It feels like you’ll never escape Sukuna. You’ll never be able to rid your life of his hurtful words or his dangerous presence. You’re exhausted. Although he may not be the first thought in your mind anymore, his existence still persists in the back of your head. He almost haunts you. “There’s no one like that left for me. I-I’m… ruined.”

“W-what?” Takuma sputters. “That’s just—that’s not true!” Another raspy sob bubbles out from your throat, and you bury your face in his chest. With furrowed brows, he instantly wraps his arms around you. He pulls you in tight with one hand in your hair and the other on your back, desperate to comfort you. “You know… I’m here.”

You don’t respond. You can’t, not through the painful cries you’re sending into his sternum.

“I’m here,” Takuma swallows. He hopes to God you can’t feel his heart relentlessly pounding in his chest. “I like you.”

“But you don’t like me, Takuma,” you hiccup, voice muffled in his shirt. “You don’t love me.”

“I…I’m pretty sure I’m in the process of it.”

You snap your head up, both of you staring at each other with racing pulses and bewildered eyes.

You’d be utterly lying to yourself if you said you didn’t feel the same. How could you not? It became harder and harder throughout the past few months to not look at Takuma with something that bordered on genuine affection when he complimented you, cooked you dinner, or simply asked about your day.

You remember just a few days ago, after he cooked you your favorite meal and watched your favorite movie with you on his couch. Takuma never checked his phone once, even though it was a cringe rom-com that you had “forced” upon him. As the night wore on, you went from sitting beside him with his arm resting on the back of the couch, to having your slouched body pressed into his side as he scratched your scalp and played with your hair.

It was the first time you had ever let yourself get that intimate with Takuma. You were half-asleep by the time the movie ended and he woke you up. When you had raised your head, you were met with his face just inches from yours. You hadn’t said anything, only a long silent stare at the shape of his eyes and the curve of his lips.

In a sleepy daze, you leaned in. But as soon as Takuma started to do the same, something in your head clicked, and you backed away. You remember the heart-racing confusion as you quietly stared at each other once again. You remembered his disbelieving wide eyes, lit up by the glow of the TV. Your gut had tumbled and turned.

“I better head home,” You had whispered. He had put on a warm smile and nodded. When you got home later, you could only pretend you didn’t know what he was asking about. Laying in bed for the night, you could’ve sworn you felt those all-too-familiar butterflies in your stomach— The same ones you felt when Sukuna kissed you for the first time.

But each time that fleeting feeling of affection would float through your mind or heart, you’d dismiss it immediately, reminding yourself that it was just pretend. It was for the sake of a good article. A promotion. It was for the sake of saving face at this wedding. It was for the sake of a ongoing office prank.

It’s all fake.

“Takuma,” You blink. “Don’t—Don’t say that.”

“I’m not,” He replies with a wry smile. “…This is really not how I wanted this to happen.”

“Don’t say that,” You persist, your grip on his dress shirt tightening. “It doesn’t mean anything. We’ve just spent a lot of time together and we’re confused.”

“We?”

Your mouth snaps shut. Takuma just looks at you with hopeful eyes. You realize you’re both still holding each other, his large hands around your nape and lower back, but neither of you dare to separate. “No—I—okay,” You sputter. “Yes, we. We are confused.”

“I’m not confused, though,” Deep brown eyes dart around your face as he gnaws nervously on his lip. “I’m certain that I’m not. Are you?”

A long, stretching silence follows his question. Every interaction, every word and memory you’ve shared with Takuma spins through your mind. You remember all the innocent touches, accidental or not, that sent shivers up your spine or a heat across your cheeks.

You have no idea that Takuma is remembering, too. All the times he hyped himself up before sending a flirty text, the giddiness he felt dropping you off after a date, the fluttering feeling in his heart when you flashed him a genuine smile, the raging jealousy that ran through his blood when he met that random dickhead date of yours— Takuma remembers everything.

“I just… want you to be happy,” He hesitantly continues with a sheepish smile. “…Preferably with me—”

“—No.”

Oh.

Takuma’s face falls the smallest bit before he recovers himself. “That’s alright,” He begins to remove his hand from your waist. “I completely underst—”

“—No! I mean I’m not confused.”

“You’re not?” His face is full of uncertainty.

It makes you wants to slap yourself for making him feel this way. You’ve felt it boiling in your bones for weeks now. You wanted to tell him, or at least accept it, that you wanted him. You wanted Takuma to look at you, to sit next to you during meetings, to text you even if it meant you would be too scared to flirt back. You wanted him to keep remembering your coffee orders, be your partner on work assignments, to ask you to proofread his articles.

You wanted him to touch you, but not like that. You wanted the innocent ways like a protective hand on your back, an arm around your shoulders during a movie, or how he’d fix your hair when something was off. God, you even want him to kiss you. Just once, to know what it’s like. You’ve thought about it over and over, but it’s only in this moment right now where you’re allowing these amassing feelings to finally settle.

“I’m not,” You whisper. “I’ve just been denying it. Attempting to, at least.”

“Yeah… I gave up on that like two months ago,” Takuma cracks a smile.

“2 months ago?” Your heart skips a beat. It never really occurred to you that he was having the same thoughts. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Eventually. Were you?”

“Eventually,” You can’t help but smile back. “…I knew all of this was a bad idea.”

“But you did it anyways,” He swipes away a stray tear that remained on your splotchy cheek as you both let out nervous giggles.

“…What do we do now?” You whisper.

“I always imagined that after months of pathetically yearning,” He starts playfully, “I’d finally get the courage to confess, you’d feel the same and be so smitten and overcome with emotion that you’d jump into my arms. I would finally kiss the fuck out of you, then we would ride off into the sunset in a cool car or something, leaving Nanami and Yuji to fend for themselves at work.”

“Then… what are you waiting for?” You blurt with a laugh. Takuma’s eyes widen.

“W-what do you mean?”

“Oh, God,” You mutter, shaking your head with a smile. You look up at his sweet, brown eyes, and sigh in relief. “I’m tired of denying it. Please, just kiss me, Takuma.”

With a fiery blush on his cheeks, Takuma pulls your body in flush with his and lifts your jaw with a gentle hand. The warmth of his hand on the small of your back and his breathe against your lips leaves you reeling in anticipation. You wrap an arm tightly around his neck as the other still grips his shirt. The tip of his nose nudges against yours and you both smile.

“Pretty girl,” The tip of his nose nudges yours, you both smile. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to say that.”

10 // series masterlist // my masterlist

notes & fun facts! //

i'm kind depressed that this is over but i hope you all enjoyed the fluff and slow burn!!

i wanted to add more drama with sukuna but i ultimately decided against it because y'all have been through enough 😭

lowkey how do i write x reader without saying "you" all the time LMAO i fucking struggle everytime

if i wrote an epilogue it would delve more into their future at jj&k, they'd live together, and just be super fluffy and happy. idk if that's something people would care about tho but lmk and i'd be happy to write something out hehehe

thank you all again for reading :') i love you so much

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[tinylilacbun]

is it possible to request Rafe (and JJ if you want!) with a depressed little?

recently I’ve had not motivation to do thing and just lay in bed. I’m even failing to take care of myself so I NEED a Rafe with a little like that

-🩸

"C'mon, cupcake, let's just go to the beach for a bit or wherever you want." JJ coaxes you to come out of bed for the third time already, rubbing a hand gently up and down your arm.

"No wanna..." You mumble, burying your face further into the pillow, clinging onto your stuffie. "Jus wanna s'eep."

His shoulders slump at that. "Okay, I'll be back in a minute." He sighs, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead before getting up from the bed and out into the hallway where Rafe - who also already tried to get you out of bed - is leaning against the wall right next to the door, watching JJ close the door softly.

"And?" He asks, nibbling on his thumb, only receiving a shake of the blonde's head. "A'ight..."

"What do we do now?" JJ questions, running a hand through his hair. "She's like a whole other person."

"It's just because she's off meds, her doctor isn't available 'til next week. So, all we can do is be there for her and- and help her out. Like always." Rafe breathes out, to which JJ nods.

You're obviously still in bed when the door opens again, now sucking on a pacifier as both your boys come into the room, having gentle yet concerned smiles on their faces as they approach the bed.

"Hey, baby. You feeling a little sleepy today?" Rafe asks, smoothing some of your hair behind your ear as you nod slowly. "That's fine. How about a shower, huh? Could make you feel a little better."

Again - as to everything they suggested by now - you shake your head, messing a bit with the ear of your stuffie.

"No? Well, how about a bath then? You don't gotta do a thing, we'll handle everything, yeah?" He then suggests, waiting patiently for you to decide.

When you eventually agree he carefully scoops you up into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom while JJ gets you a fresh set of clothes to put on afterwards.

Rafe keeps you in his hold the whole time until he's able to lower you into the bathtub filled with warm water and some bubbles, reaching out to grab the custom made pacifier from your mouth but you instantly whine, turning your hand away.

"Shh, okay, you can keep it. I just didn't want it to get wet and lose some of the gems." He assures you, waiting for JJ to come hold your head up in a comfortable position because it seems you don't feel like moving at all today.

It takes a while but soon you're back out of the tub, sitting on JJ's lap as Rafe gets you dressed again, both being as gentle as they can be.

JJ is then the one to carry you back into the bedroom, setting you down on the bed and making sure you're tucked in comfortably, being his usual cheeky self to make you smile even just a tiny bet.

Rafe meanwhile prepares some sandwiches and sippy with juice for you, knowing you haven't consumed anything since you woke up and it's almost 3 pm.

Thankfully they managed to get you to eat a few bites and at least half of your sippy before settling on each side of you for some peaceful cuddles.

Rafe is spooning you from behind, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you close while JJ's facing you, tracing his fingers from your shoulder to your elbow and back up.

The boys chatted over whatever, occasionally bickering but keeping it lightly with you present. That's until they hear you start to sniffle all of a sudden, quickly turning their attention back to you.

"Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong?" JJ asks, propping himself up a bit to place a hand on your cheek, caressing your skin with his thumb.

You can feel Rafe's hold around you tightening a fraction at your emotional distress, now sitting up a bit as well to look over your shoulder. "Talk with us..."

"I-i...m'sowwy." You sob, burying your face in your plushie, not even knowing what you're apologizing for right now, just feeling overwhelmed with those giant feelings in such a small headspace.

"What are you sorry for, button?" JJ questions, watching you shrug, still hiding your face from them.

"Is- s'jus a lot..." You sniffle pitifully.

Rafe understands immediately, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple. "It's okay, I get it. All those feelings are just too big for you right now."

You nod at that, curling into yourself a bit, feeling the boys wrapping you in their arms, calming down from their mixed scents and calm beating of their hearts in the quiet room.

Despite the storm going on inside you, you feel protected and loved, all thanks to the only two people in your life who don't push you away for how you feel and hold you safely in their arms even when their relationship with each other isn't the greatest yet they only care about your well-being than over their own comfort.

[arcadia-of-pluto]

LADS! Idol Group AU — Y/n

(Banner Art — @/AngyeFdez on X)

Before I officially start on the drabbles/prelude, I just wanted to present the Y/n's for this drabble series! There's going to be six in total, one for each love internet and then one for the polycule.

For poly Y/n, the others will have a purely friendship-type of relationship while in the solo ones, poly! Y/n will be a normal manager and, often times, middle-man for their relationships.

I haven't completely fleshed them out just yet, but I thought I might as well post what I have so far and gauge how y'all feel about it!

I'll also reiterate here the nicknames for each Y/n;

Zayne's Y/n — Petal

Sylus's Y/n — Kitten

Caleb's Y/n — Pipsqueak

Rafayel's Y/n — Cutie

Xavier's Y/n — Starlight

Manager Y/n — Grey

(If I'm honest, Grey came from an old bts fic I read where Y/n was referred to as that instead of Y/n. I couldn't think of a better "name" and I just wanted to let that be known!)

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Zayne's Y/n

Y/n has been with her group since she was 15. From trainee to debut. She was always the poorest of the four, the butt of the joke, but she tried her best to get along with the other three girls. She was the youngest, so she was already at a disadvantage, but she wanted to prove to them and the higher-ups that she was a good addition to the group. However, the group wasn't gaining enough publicity and so her manager decided they needed to have one of the girls act out to get eyes on them.

To be the ‘Wildcard’ and have more people talking about them, and that role was unsurprisingly given to Y/n. At first, Y/n wasn't aware of this. She'd be confused and panicked whenever tabloids would post about her having a “night out” with another guy when she was just hanging out with one of her cousins. Or when she had a class reunion and was photographed leaving the bar with her friends. But eventually, the team sat down with her and explained everything. Because she was being portrayed as a “problem child”, the group was becoming more popular.

People were keeping an eye out on the group for her, to see what she'd get herself into next. Y/n didn't want to ruin her image to put her other bandmates up on a pedestal, but what else could she do? (Her group could be called BILY – Because I Love You). 

Anyway, idol x idol and maybe her manager decides to take it up to the next level and tells her to get close with someone from the most popular idol group at the moment, which is LADS. She only listens to her manager, because maybe someone at UNICORNS INC could help her become a soloist, she can't stay with her group any longer because it's absolutely ruining her image. Every single video, it's “she has such a good voice, it's a shame she acts the way she does”, “if she wasn't such a good dancer, she would've been kicked from the group”, “what's all the hype anyways? She's not even that good looking”, “BILY deserves better! #Y/nleavethegroup”. (It's the best idea I have right now.)

She'll be 19 when LADS is first formed (while Zayne is 22) and when the official drabbles begin, she'll be 24 while Zayne is 27.

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Sylus's Y/n

I'm not sure why, but I want his Y/n to be a stripper turned actress. Like she's always had big dreams, but she's doing what she can to make money so she first meets Sylus at the N109 Zone while she's a waitress and a stripper and he's a rapper in Onychinus. As he works his way up through the ranks of Onychinus, she's by his side every step of the way. They're not exactly friends, but they're not strangers either. Right before Sylus leaves to pitch his idea to UNICORNS INC, he tells Y/n about his plans and she encourages him.

She even hits his shoulder with a smile and says, “When you make it big, don't forget about me, y'know?” And while he's off training with his new group, she also gets scouted, but for a completely different industry. Acting.

So his Y/n is basically just actress x idol

I know this one has significantly less writing, but it was the easiest to explain. The other Y/ns, including this one, will be of similar age to their love interest until we get to poly! Y/n whose age will be more in the middle.

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Caleb's Y/n

For this au, Caleb and Y/n won't be step siblings, because outside of the games, I can't justify pseudo-incest. (I have a step brother and don't wanna screw him — my sister, on the other hand, did 🕴 /srs)

Instead, Caleb was taken in by Y/n's grandma, Josephine. Josephine didn't really want to take Caleb, but Y/n insisted. Josephine worked at an Orphanage, that's how she adopted Y/n, and whenever Y/n sae Caleb, noticed how quiet and distant he was compared to the other children, she couldn’t help but be reminded of herself. So an 11-year old Y/n begged Josephine to take in the 13-year old Caleb. Josephine didn’t even have to adopt him! She could just be his guardian. After she took him in, Y/n grew close with Caleb, learnt his story about how he was separated from his parents, and dove into research and news articles to find his parents. She found nothing.

Besides their last name Xia.

So Caleb continued to live with them, even getting a part time job during school since Josephine paid more attention to Y/n. She didn't even give Caleb an allowance, but Y/n didn't know this. Even when he graduated college, Y/n was the only one there for him. (He went straight to college after highschool graduation at 18 and graduated college at 19. He was volunteering at a local air base to get a feel for if he wanted to work there, shadowing employees throughout college, and eventually he got to flying.

So he technically has two years of experience whenever he gets into his accident at 20.

Again, Y/n was the only one to show up at the hospital for him. (So childhood friends to lovers, but also she's the one who tells the agents, Tara, Jenna, and Simone, about Caleb and to scout him.) 

But also slowly becoming a Josephine disliker. Put her in an old folks home and be done with it 😭

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Rafayel's Y/n

Rafayel's Y/n will be a fan. But she's actually been a fan since his old Tidus days, whenever he revealed his very first artwork (which she immediately bought once he sold it). She's on the richer side of life. She's always gotten what she wants, but she knows the struggles of the lower class.

Her and her mother used to be dirt poor, always scraping by for their next meal, but when Y/n turned 11, there was someone at their doorstep. An agent from UNICORNS INC. They were looking for one Miss “M/n” and it appears your father, who you never knew at this point, had been looking for your mother this whole time.

Your father was elated to learn he had a successor to his company, but also a daughter. A sweet child that he could spoil and now he has his beloved wife back.

Y/n saw Rafayel's first work at 16 (he was 17) and knew she had to have it, but it wasn't for sale. Not until two years later, when Rafayel (Tidus) was more famous, did he sell it. So at 18 (him 19), she was in a huge bid war until she finally won the painting. She has it hung up in her apartment. Then, a few months later, Rafayel dropped from the public eye. (He was doing this idol training with the others, this training went on for a few months before they went to the public to reveal their group).

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Xavier's Y/n

What if his Y/n was someone he had a crush on in college, they slept together at a party when they were drunk (they both remember) and she got pregnant? 🤔 So they'll be parents at 18/19 and when Xavier is 23, the baby would be around 4 years old. Okay, okay.

The two had a mutual crush on each other during college, but neither ever reached out. They were mostly acquaintances, working together on projects and one-sidedly fighting for the top ranked student. Y/n was trying to be number 1, always falling short, and Xavier wasn't even trying. He would usually not nap in classes she was in, but a few weeks after the party, she dropped out. So Xavier lost his motivation to stay up in his classes and that's what led to him being kicked out of college.

Y/n dropped out because she was embarrassed. Her and Xavier weren't dating, she had a crush on him, and now she's pregnant. She's downright mortified. She can't tell him that he's suddenly going to be a father because what if he just says he doesn't care or that he wants nothing to do with her? She's too nervous and anxious of his reaction to even be around him, so she left college and got a job at Linkon's local bookstore. She practices writing while pregnant and after she gives birth, she publishes her first book.

By the time her and Xavier are both 23, she's a best selling author and a mother to a lovely 4 year old daughter named Margot (child of the light). So his Y/n will be one night stand/single parent?

Don't ask why my mind jumped to college pregnancy, hidden baby type stuff for Xavier, but I am extremely attached to Margot

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Poly! Y/n

In the non-poly drabbles, Grey / Y/n will just be their manager. She'll be helping them with their relationships and being completely professional.

In the poly drabbles, Grey / Y/n will also be their manager, but they'll be trying to win her heart. They all know they like her and they're trying to get her to realize it.

The other Y/n's will be present, but Pipsqueak will just be Caleb's childhood friend who called in a favour to get him scouted, Petal will be the troublesome member of BILY who comes to them for help, Cutie will be a rich fan who helps them out with money troubles and the face behind their social media account, Starlight will still have Margot but her and Xavier's college crushes have since went away and they're close friends (Margot comes over to play with Grey and Xavier, and Grey loves it. She would sit there with a smile and say, “I can't wait to have ours…” And “Margo can be their big sister.”) And Kitten will be Sylus's actress friend who helps Rafayel dip his toes into the acting business and is close friends with Grey.

Since Grey's mother was a stripper who worked at the N109 Zone and slept with her clients, which led to her getting pregnant. Grey's mother ditched her and so she was raised by the strippers of the N109 Zone (similar to MaoMao from Apothecary diaries being raised by the sex workers).

[thequeenofcurses]

The Devil In The Sanctuary

Prologue/Chapter 1

summary: mafia!sukuna x fem!reader. you’re the sheltered daughter of a pastor who finds your world turned upside down when a mysterious and dangerous man seeks refuge in your church. slowburn. eventual smut so mdni.

A/N I usually don't really yap or do trigger warnings in my stories (because I'm bad at them & personally I don't really get triggered by anything, but I understand this could upset other people), and I worked really hard on planning this fic. I don't want to offend anyone since religion is a key theme in this story. Y/n and her father are very devout. Originally the religion was going to be a real one (I won't name it), but I decided to use a fake and completely made up religion for the sake of not offending any one.

If that’s a problem or triggering for you, I don’t recommend reading this fic! <3

tws: violence, gore, blood, religious themes and criticism, character death, eventual smut, slowburn

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The faint glow of the setting sun filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting shards of crimson, gold, and violet light across the worn wooden pews. The air was quiet, heavy with the scent of melting candle wax and old hymnal books. The faint creak of your footsteps echoed in the vast, empty sanctuary as you moved down the aisle, your broom scraping softly against the stone floor.

It was nearly six pm, and the world outside the church was cloaked in darkness, save for the dim street lights flickering in the distance. Daylight was constantly getting stolen from you with the new winter sun. The wind whispered through the cracks in the heavy oak doors. The roof finally stopped leaking since the snow started to melt.

You hummed softly under your breath as you swept away dust that seemed to perpetually settle no matter how often you cleaned. Even though you disliked chores, this was one of your favorite times — the stillness of the evening when the world seemed to fade away, leaving only you, the church, and the faint presence of something divine. You’d often sing in the sanctuary when cleaning because no one was around to hear you.

You paused for a moment, resting on the broom handle as you gazed up at the towering crucifix at the altar. You remembered your parents putting it up the day before your family opened the church to the public when you were a small child. Its shadow loomed large and solemn against the wall, a quiet reminder of faith and sacrifice. A sigh escaped your lips.

And that’s when you heard it, glass breaking? You froze, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. Another sound came again, louder this time, echoing from the side entrance of the church. Was someone breaking into the church? It’s not like you guys had much to steal. The building was falling apart day by day.

Your heartbeat quickened as you turned your gaze toward the darkened corridor, where the faintest flicker of movement caught your eye.

“Hello? Father?” you called out, voice trembling slightly as it broke the sacred silence. Maybe father came back early from his conference? You think to yourself. But why would he come through the back or side entrance?

No answer. Just the soft groan of the creaky floorboards, and then… nothing.

“No weapon formed against me shall prosper,” you quietly murmur to yourself while making a cross with your right hand. You take the broom and head down the corridor to the back of the church. You believe in helping people, but you’re mama didn’t raise a fool.

When you reach what appears to be the shattered window, the only thing you find is a brick at your feet and broken multi-colored stained glass. That window—your grandfather’s work. But that’s not all you find. Red dots that seem to be have dripped. You and your father haven't touched this hallway yet. Could that really be… blood? Cautiously, you followed the trail, firmly grasping the broom with every step.

The scent of iron floods your nose. You stare in shock as the pools of blood seem to only grow further. The trail leads you to the restroom and that’s when you find a red giant hand print on the door knob.

Oh, Celestials grant me mercy! 

Most doors in this building were so old, they could never fully shut. You say a silent prayer to yourself and use your broom to poke at the door to softly push it open.

And that’s when you see him on the bathroom floor. 

The Devil.

A/N Please tell me your thoughts on this! This is my first ever Mafia AU/anything, so I will gladly take any constructive feedback!

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[munsonsmixtapes]

Hii can I request buck x reader like each other but they’re both in denial and the ppl they’re around can see it and it could be a smut if you want

I eat this trope up so thank you for this request! I haven't written for Buck in a a hot minute, so please be gentle with me!

You and Buck are just friends, at least that's what two of you think. Everyone else, however? Not so much. you're not sure why they all seem to think that there's something else going on. Something romantic. You don't want to believe that there could be anything more because as much as you make like him, love him, even, you've only ever been just friends.

Buck doesn't want to believe that there's anything there either. But that's mostly because of his abandonment issues and he can't stand yet another person leaving him when things inevitably crash and burn. He doesn't want to believe that there's something going on between the two of you because he's afraid. He puts himself in danger every day for his job but starting something with you is the thing he's most afraid of.

No matter how many times you vocally deny the possibility of anything happening between the two of you, nobody seems to believe you. they just laugh it off and tell you that it'll take time. they even have a bet going to see who breaks first.

Even though you refuse to see it, you can understand why they all would think that you're a couple. Buck spends more time at your apartment than at his own place and you even sleep in the same bed, cuddled up in each other's arms. You put each other down as emergency contacts and you even sit in his lap when there are plenty of empty chairs. But you still don't like Buck like that. You can't.

You've been burned too many times and you refuse to let someone in only for it to go up in flames yet again. You have a history of getting scared and leaving when things get too serious and you just can't do that to Buck. You just can't.

Bobby and Athena's backyard is all decorated for your birthday because of course they insisted on celebrating you. There's a table piled high with presents and everyone who you could ever care about is there, all sitting at the table, passing around a bowl filled with your favorite dish. Even though they all knew Buck first, they've all welcomed you into the group no problem and now consider you one of their own.

Buck is to your left, the two of you giggling to each other, in your own world as usual. and no one seems to be bothered by it either. They all just exchange knowing glances with each other, hoping this will be the night where the two of you finally realize that you're in love with each other.

He's dangerously close, whispering things into your ear and being able to smell his cologne is making you dizzy, wanting to curl yourself into him and be wrapped up in his arms for the rest of the night.

He thinks you look beautiful (well, he always thinks that) he wonders what you'd do if he tried to kiss you. He wants to so badly, but he doesn't exactly want to do so with all of his closer friends present.

"Should we do gifts or cake next?" Bobby asks, pulling you out of your little world. Your head snaps in his direction, wanting to give him his full attention.

"Gifts," Buck replies and everyone laughs in response.

"Buck, maybe you should let y/n decide," Athena tells him, taking on her motherly role and you wave it off.

"Gifts is fine," you nod. It was what you were going to choose anyway and considering that Buck was so quick to answer, you just know that whatever he got you is going to be good.

Gift giving is Buck's specialty. every year, he's somehow managed to top the previous one. He knows you so well and somehow is always able to get you things you didn't even know you wanted. He always puts so much thought and love into each one the only way he knows how.

"And you're going to open his first which is going to make all of us look bad in comparison," Eddie pipes up from the right of you with a roll of his eyes and everyone nods in agreement. Buck doesn't even know what everyone else got you, but what he does know is that his gift is superior. Which is why he tells you to open his last, so you do.

It's an envelope that has your name scrawled across the front in his familiar handwriting. You open it and there's a card that just has a generic "happy birthday" written on the front. Inside the card, however, he's written a lengthy letter that takes up both sides of the card accompanied by a folded up piece of paper that have a photo of your favorite band and the name of the tour they're going on this summer. He got you concert tickets.

As soon as you realize what it is, you throw yourself into his arms and he's quick to catch you, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly as you bury your faces into each other's shoulders. Once you pull away, you still stay there, staring at each other with nothing but love in your eyes.

"I thought maybe it could be a date?" He asks and you smiled widely, the both of you tossing your insecurities aside and deciding to just go for it. This isn't something you can avoid any longer, the feelings too palpable now to ignore.

"I thought you'd never ask," you reply, pulling him into a kiss. He gasps into your mouth at first, but is quick to melt into you, his slip slotting between yours. Yeah, you think it's safe to say that this has been the best birthday ever.

[nightdragon22]

Incoming yap sesh

Heart goes out to my ancient tristamp au that existed because I just wanted Vash and Nai to grow up together and for Knives to find some tolerance for humanity.

That being said, here's my info dump about it.

Anyways, Nai loses his leg during the crash after it got stuck in some rubble and Vash accidentally got it cut off with some shrapnel. Because if this, Nai was forced to be taken in by the same humans that took in Vash, ending up wheelchair bound for a bit. He doesn't trust ANYONE and only really let's Vash near him because of ✨️trauma✨️ (they're trauma bonded and act like a pair of anxious house cats with separation anxiety but they do get better as they get older)

It's a very slow process of getting Knives to trust others. Though it starts with the first successful Thomas hatching in their ship, Vash proudly showing off to Knives and Knives ultimately getting attatched. This is his first "project" he ever has while he waits on a prosthetic to be made. First raising Thomas then breeding them himself, (horse girl /j) which gets him to be more social with certain members of the crew as well as overall opening up to Vash more.

Ludia is the one that approaches Knives about the plants. Vash is a huge help with them but Knives is the one that literally crashed the fleet for the Plants. Working one on one with her and Knives to figure out how to ease up on using the plants powers. This leads to the garden idea.

Once he gets his prosthetic leg, Knives starts helping around with the garden on ship three before moving on to spearheading the project. Vash going in and out of the ship more frequently to help gather seeds and equipment. As well as helping out any nearby Plants so they don't die.

Ehm, anywayssss a lot of story beats in this are more or less the same. Knives still is willing to kill others to protect himself and his brother, the scene where Knives witnesses all those plants dying still happening with minor differences. Aka Vash is actually there to witness the Last Run with Knives instead of showing up afterwards. Knives still still gets to cut Vash's arm off and stays hunched over Vash until one of the ship members they trust shows up to help. Knives caring for Vash the same way that Vash once cares for him when he lost his leg.

They do make jokes about it now that they're older in an "eye for an eye" kind of thing.

So about the bounty, you might me wondering. How are they wanted criminals? Easy.

Knives is still stealing plants but in a "Hey, they're dying/dead we gotta get them OUT". He's also breaking and entering to see plants and repair them, which had led to a growing bounty over the years. Knives is the problem child here as he only has so much respect for humans and is running on the logic of "They can't tell me what to do". He's got Vash STRESSED. Also again uh... he do be murdering people sometimes in self defense.

I just realized how much I yapped so I'm gonna do quick finishing bullet points

- Knives has exactly one friend and it's Milly. She saw him and picked him up by the scruff of his neck and he doesn't have it in him to complain. He's teaching her how to repair plants for them him and Vash aren't around. She just thinks he's neat :)

- Meryl and Milly are on sight correspondence! Milly carries radio equipment while Meryl live reports the danger and escape routes... very usual when you have two twins with a habit of accidentally leveling cities.

- Wolfwood is a bounty hunter still but also a cowboy.... might still in a cult against his will haven't decided yet. (Knives and Vash may have accidentally started something similar Eye of Michael, oops). His goal was too catch Knives and Vash for their bounty but well he really hit it off with Vash. Him and Knives are rivals in a "I don't want you to flirt with my brother" "bet? I'll do it to piss you off now".

AND THATS MY SILLY AU FROM LIKE 2 YEARS AGO FEEL FREE TO ASK QUESTIONS

Hope you liked my yap session, I call this the Eden au but name is pending <3. Please enjoy my only doodles from years ago I have left of Nai in this au and his Thomas, Buttermilk

EDIT, HERE ARE MY INFO DUMPS FOR THIS AU - [1] [2] [3]

[callme-naomi]

Pieces of My Heart

hi guys! first of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE AMAZING RESPONSE TO MY PAST POSTS. I swear I had no idea this would happen but you guys are the best!!! And I'm enjoying writing this so much buahahahaha. This might be one of my last few works before I go on a hiatus till the end of May, so yeah.

And then, what do y'all say for another AU? Arranged marriage with another character?

okay this one will be long hahahaha

You and Nanami Kento had been blissfully married for one entire year, and you could have never been happier and more in love.

Life was going smoothly for the two of you. Both found a home, and love in each other. And apparently, the two of you had become an exemplary couple to both your households, your duo being the favorite and the one gaining all the attention whenever you walked into a gathering, your hand in his.

So you'd be constantly questioned by everyone, about is he nice to you? Does he care for you? Have you two fought yet? How long did you two know each other? How to get a marriage like yours?

Similarly, he'd be questioned on, is she a good wife? Can she cook? Can she clean? Does she annoy you sometimes? Is she loyal to you? Did she buy you anything yet? Are you two happy? How did you find this girl?

And so on, so forth. Both your answers, be the other in the room or not, would be full of love and admiration for each other, you being obvious with it and Kento expressing himself in few but precise words, leaving the listeners in awe of the two of you, the new Mr. and Mrs. Nanami.

There was one question, however, that you had dreaded and had been asked from you since your third month of marriage.

Are you expecting? When are we getting the good news?

In different words and different people, the same question would be asked of you over and over again.

In the beginning, the two of you had decided that you two will take some time to figure out the house dynamic, because it was your opinion that since a child is a great responsibility, it wouldn't be easy handling it if you still didn't figure out how to handle the house, and Kento had agreed for you to take as much time as you needed.

Apparently Kento had known this was meant to come, because one night he told you this at dinner.

"Y/N, I should warn you. I'm the only son, and therefore the heir to my family. And with you as my wife, it will be expected of you too to give the family a child soon. So be prepared for being questioned. I'll be beside you, but should you ever find yourself alone and unable to handle it, please let me know. Alright?"

"Yeah," you replied, not having thought of it as much of a problem back then. "I can handle it though, don't worry."

"I'm not worried about them." He had crossed his arms. "Don't pressurize yourself with what I might think."

"I'll just come and ask you!" You had added brightly. "You'll tell me anything there is I should know, right?"

"Yes. And whatever happens, I'm on your side. Remember that."

"You're so sweet." You had taken his hand and kissed it. "Though, I can't imagine how they can find the audacity to ask this."

"You'll be surprised."

You noticed that this would be asked of you whenever you were alone, and while at first you would find some suitable answer, or would just laugh politely and change the subject, you found yourself running away from gatherings because of this question.

And they never disappointed your expectations of being asked at every event. And it hurt you even more when it would turn out to be your own family.

Your sisters and your mother reminding you of another duty as the wife. You knew they had meant well, but it still hurt.

On the other hand, Kento was initially interrogated too, and he did not hesitate to show his annoyance with a few of his blunt responses, for instance, "I find this irrelevant with you wanting to know about our marriage,"

or "I'm not interested in discussing anything I haven't announced personally. Me and my family matters are not open for discussion."

or "I don't see why this should interest you. No man wants to be interrogated about his family." or "You should be focusing on helping the host family. They're the star, not us."

Once, when some people went too far as to suggesting there might be a problem, he had said, "I apologize for not making it clear earlier, but I will not tolerate anything about my wife. Next time, it will be your apology I'll accept."

And that was when everyone knew not to interrogate him. So they put their wives on the task of asking you, the timid Mrs. Nanami who couldn't say no to save her life.

You didn't tell him anything, out of fear of the fact that he might think you're trying to estrange him from his family, or if he did sever ties, you'll be the one his family will blame. And you wanted to maintain a good image.

So when it finally was enough, you decided to do it.

Yes, he had listened to your agreement, but he also had his own family image to protect. And there was no way you're going to let your hesitation become his humiliation.

You just went up to him, your heart thumping wildly and asked if the two of you should try now, and though you thought you had done a good job at hiding your feelings, he had seen through you.

"Are you sure about this, Y/N?"

You nodded.

"Why did you change your mind? Do you think you can handle it now?"

"I think I can. And it's because I want to."

He stayed silent for a while, looking at you as if trying to gauge something from you. When you couldn't hold his stare and bent your head, he slowly asked you.

"Is it another responsibility you're supposed to do?"

Your silence prompted him further. "You can tell me anything, you know. I promise I won't say anything."

"But, won't you mind if I said I still don't want to?"

"I would mind if you tried to suppress your want for me, or my family. And I wouldn't know what you wanted, if you won't be honest with me."

He then smiled at you. "A responsibility you have as my wife is to be honest with me. And then I'll do my responsibility of listening to you. Think you can do that?"

And that's when you spilled it all. He, true to his word, listened silently to you, and in the end, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, and then repositioned himself to face you.

"Y/N. I'm sorry you had to face all this without me, but let me make one thing clear: this decision is ours and ours alone to make. Nobody gets to tell you what you're supposed to do when I'm here, alright?"

You nodded, feeling relief seep through your chest.

"Having a child is no small task, and it won't be easy if both of us aren't willing to do it. Take your time, alright?"

"But, don't you want it?"

"I do. But I also want your opinion to be taken into consideration."

And within a few days, your mind was won over.

You had always seen Kento being the kindest person with kids. Be it from his side of the family or yours, the kids adored him, and would flock him every time he'd come over.

And the joy you saw on his face made you daydream about having your own child with whom he'd smile like this every day.

Now you found yourself ready to take on this new role.

And so, when you approached him with your newfound decision, you assured him that it was your want, all yours.

And of course, he was ready.

*****

When you finally became pregnant, it was an understatement to say that his joyous disbelief knew no bounds.

When you thought he couldn't care for you any more than he already does, he surpassed your expectations as he anticipated the moment he became a proud father.

There would always be a bright glint in his eyes every time he looked at you, always one word away from fulfilling your every wish, keeping an eye on you for any problem or complication. And he would be up late, reading about parenthood and all that stuff, even going as far to take leave from his work for your appointments and cancelling plans to stay at home with you.

In those days, you agreed to a trip with him to his family living out the city, for a weekend stay at his family's. His parents received you both with extreme joy and when your mother-in-law found out the surprise, well, she immediately began being your greatest fan.

Do you want something? Are you feeling well? Want to go out? Shall I call Kento for you?

She would always be asking you these things and you would be left fumbling for a suitable answer except 'no, thank you'.

News of his arrival spread, and soon the house was teeming with his aunts and uncles and cousins and friends, and their children who kept a mayhem in the building. Not that you were complaining anyway.

It was one day before you were meant to get home, when you were in the living room with his female cousins, all congratulating you.

"It will be lovely to see him with his own little kid," the oldest said. "He's amazing with children."

"Yes, he is." You fondly responded, watching out the window where he was playing with some children.

"Can't wait to see the mini-Kento," her sister remarked, and a giggle spread round the room.

"Well, it could be a mini-me," you replied.

"Sons don't usually take after their mothers. Have you decided a name for him?"

"It's too early yet. And we don't know if it's a him." You expressed your confusion.

"Well, it better be."

"What?" you glanced with wide eyes, and the ladies looked blankly back at you, until one of them said, "she doesn't know. Explain it to her."

"Sons are the heirs of the house, right? And well, in my experience, people desire sons more than daughters. Since you're the only daughter-in-law of the household, you have to have sons."

"Who said sons could be the only heirs?" you argued.

"I know it sounds unfair, but that's the custom."

"We generally tend to break them." You fired. "And aren't we all daughters of our houses?"

"And you'll find most of us were neglected in favor of a son. Mark my words."

"And who even needs a daughter anyway?" one lady snorted. "All you have to do is rear them until they get married off."

You had enough. You had heard of families uprooted because of the child's gender, but you couldn't sit and hear your worst fear realize before you. Standing up, you excused yourself and left, but just before you went to find your husband, the oldest cousin caught you.

"I'm sorry, dear, that you had to hear all that, but unfortunately, that's how it happens."

"But, I don't get to decide the gender."

"None of us do, but we're still punished for it."

******

On your way home, you were quiet. Kento had assumed you were tired, so he let you sleep at the back, but your mind was whirring with this newfound worry.

What if he also wanted a son? And what if you had a daughter?

You had at first denied the possibility of your man having any problems with the gender, but now that you thought more about it, it ate away at your soul.

When you reached home, you immediately went for bed, and when Kento asked you if you were sick or if he should get you something, you said no.

The next morning, coincidentally a national holiday, he brought you breakfast on the bed, and as you slowly chewed down beside him, listening to him tell about the children he was playing with that day, you voiced out the question that haunted you.

"Kento? Do you want a son or a daughter?"

He halted and looked at you confusedly. "What, darling?"

"Do you want a son or a daughter?"

"I...I haven't thought about it. And it doesn't really matter to me."

"Oh? But I thought...So you won't be mad if I had a daughter?" You felt tears brimming in your eyes, and he immediately set the tray aside, scooting closer to you.

"Hey, Y/N. Look at me."

You obeyed, chin resting atop your knees as you looked at his worried face with tearing eyes.

"What were you thinking about?"

"You said that your family wanted an heir from us. And you wanted a child too. I...I heard that," you hiccupped, "sons are the pride of a family. I've seen families wanting sons more, so I just thought...would you hate me if I had a daughter?"

He drew you close to his chest, and let you sob, your tears wetting the place above his heart, and when you wouldn't stop, he finally whispered, "shh, Y/N, it's all right. Listen to me."

His thumbs came to caress your cheeks, and you silenced and listened.

"I won't hate you for giving me a daughter or a son. Who am I to ever do that, when you're the one giving me the blessing? If sons are the pride, then daughters are the honor."

"Really?" you sniffled.

"Absolutely."

"Are you telling me this to silence me? You really mean it?"

"Y/N, have I ever lied to you?" as you shook your head no, he continued, "you're someone's daughter too, aren't you? And I imagine your parents must be proud to have you as theirs. The same way I'd be proud of my own."

You tore apart to see a soft smile on his face.

"The thing is, a gender doesn't define our love for that child. A son, or a daughter, all that matters is it's ours."

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[cosmicfare]

✶﹒just one night

plot → You were the Doctor's companion for a few trips, you loved it truly you did, but it became too much and he brought you home. However- a man knocks on your door one night and despite never seeing him before, you knew who he was, even after a few years. Welcoming him in, he asked to stay just one night with a look of such sadness it made your heart hurt. How could you ever say no to your Doctor?

pairing → 9th/10th Doctor x gn!reader

warnings → Angst, fluff, cuddling, 1 suggestive comment

notes → Reader was the 9th's companion before Rose. After 10 defeated the Master in the Valiant and dropping Martha off at his house, he visited the reader.

A sudden knock on your door surprised you as there was nobody expected today. It wouldn't be surprising if it was your date from the other night asking for a second chance after you told him it wasn't working out. He was...nice but too clingy and always wanted to be talked to 24/7. He expected too much from right off the bat. Sighing, you got up from your comfy spot on the couch, set down the remote to the TV, and approched the door. Opening it half-way, the sight made you freeze. A man who you never saw before was standing there still, staring at you with tears in his eyes, but you recognize him, even if he's wearing a new face.

"Doctor" Whispering, you stared back in awe and concern as you haven't seen him in about four years. You didn't know why he was crying, but you knew better to ask. While this would be the first time you met a new regeneration of his- you always knew deep down he was the same man regardless of his emotional state. The fact that he most likely found a new companion after you and yet she wasn't here told you everything you needed to know.

Something bad happened and he was alone.

"One night. Just...one night and I'll leave you alone forever" Heart stinging, you felt guilt as you did leave him, but you never hated him, that's not why you left. But you couldn't blame him for thinking you never wanted to see him again. Tears threatening to spill, you pull him into a hug and he reciprocated, you could feel his chest rise up and down as it was obvious he was trying not to break into sobs. Letting go was almost painful, but you had to in order to let him inside.

He shuffled in looking like a kicked dog as he made his way straight to your couch, plopping down without saying anything else. Shutting the door quietly, you just stared at him for a few seconds before deciding on how to approach him. You knew him well, maybe not this regeneration of him, but you still knew him at his core. Despite his happy-go-lucky exterior- there is darkness within him, constant battles of doing the right thing. When you met him, he was fresh off the Time War, he had to leave his own planet behind, his people. Sure, you travelled him with beyond the cosmos to other planets, but you never permanently left Earth behind. Just the thought made your heart hurt.

Should you make him tea? No, he wouldn't drink it right now. Maybe...maybe you should turn in early. Maybe he just needs to sleep in the same bed as you and hold you close. Your relationship with the Doctor was never strictly defined, yet your connection ran so deep with him. You didn't want to leave, but after almost dying on a priate ship sometime in the 1700s- it was too much and he understood it. But you told him he was always welcomed to visit anytime as long as he didn't drag you along. He wanted you so he wasn't lonely, and you came along so you weren't lonely. Yet here you both were, seeking comfort from each other knowing it wouldn't last.

"Come on to bed with me, I think I have some pj's that should fit you" Lightly pushing him by his shoulder, he put on a soft smile as he followed you.

"You know, if you wanted me to shag ya, you could have asked at any time. Or is it this face?" While he didn't laugh, he still always found time to joke around regardless of how feels. It was his way of coping. Chuckling softly, you pushed back tears in your eyes as you led him to your bedroom. Gathering a pyjama set for him, you exited the room so he could change in peace. You weren't going to shove him into the tiny bathroom, he was a guest, a guest you loved in many ways.

You were looking ahead when the door slowly creaked open behind you, his head poking out with a tired face as you entered. Before he came, you put on your own pj's to relax and watch a movie so there was no need for you to change. But you'd take caring for your Doctor over a stupid movie. You've lived a more exciting life when you were with the Doctor than any movie you could watch.

"I don't want any apologies, got it? I told you you were welcome at any time, this wouldn't be the first time you interrupted me" Hearing a soft snort from him, you smiled and guided him to the bed and pulled back the blankets, he crawled in and laid on his side. Turning on the bedside lamp, you shut off the overhead light and crawled him beside him. Wrapping your arms around him and hugging him from behind, you could feel his chest rising and falling as he breathed. You felt him tug your arms closer to him as if he was scared to let you get away, scared that you would suddenly leave him. You knew he didn't want you to feel guilty- but it was starting to gnaw away at you.

You left him.

"I can practically hear you thinking over here you know" The smirk was present in his voice, but the sadness was just as exposed. "I don't hate you for leaving, I never can, never will. Nothing could make me hate you" A few tears escaped your eyes as you sniffled, you still meant just as much to him as he did to you.

"Goodnight Doctor. I love you" You whispered into his back, knowing he would be gone by morning. It hurt a bit, but this was how he was. This was your Doctor. Never in one place for too long.

"Goodnight beautiful. I love you too" After a few minutes, the presence of being next to each other and sharing body heat lulled you both into sleep. While you may not always be present together, you two were never apart.

[chiropteracupola]

"Are you finished with my portrait yet? Show me!" "Cipacton, I can't draw you if you keep moving!"

[hiding-under-the-willow]

Rens body wandering off is really funny. I wonder, is Martyn a ghost too somewhere? Or is Doc around?

I can't decide if I want to have had Martyn died alongside Ren or if he died somewhere else later. If he died at the same time as Ren then obviously it's safe to make the assumption that he's fully not around as a ghost. If he died off somewhere else we may never know. I kind of like the idea of it being ambiguous in the same way what happened to Havers is ambiguous in the show. We never learn where he died, when, what he went on to do after Cap's death, if he's a ghost somewhere. I like that idea for Martyn and Ren.

Idk though maybe there's a fun plot to be had somewhere where Grian runs into Martyn's ghost somewhere off in town and recognizes him from Ren's incessant talking about him and we get Grian having to act as like a go between for them to communicate. I'm not making that officially canon rn but it's a fun idea to think about.

I do want to have Doc around as one of the living characters, I think in some way connected to Etho's past. Whatever Etho was running from when he moved way out to the middle of nowhere in England by himself, Doc was involved. They were really close friends, and Doc has been looking for him ever since he fell off the map. Doc finally manages to hunt him down after ten years, probably through Grian and Joel's involvement. Maybe something to do with the ghost hunting gangs videos. Either way Doc shows up at Etho's door and has some fucking questions. Such as: "Where have you been for the last ten years" "Why did you just fucking disappear?" "What happened to your face did you get mauled by a fucking bear??" "Why do you keep talking to the air like a crazy person?" "Did you know you are a fucking terrible liar?"

I like to think this is like just after Etho and Hels have started to make peace after a bit of intervention from Grian and Joel, but then Doc, who has actually been surprisingly chill up until this point about the ghost stuff since he figured it out, puts together the puzzle pieces of what happened and is like "A GHOST DID FUCKING WHAT TO YOU?? AND YOU'RE STILL LIVING HERE???" and now Etho who was just starting to get comfortable again has to deal with both his past with Doc and with Hels at once.

[onesnoopyaday]

I AM AT MY LIMIT

Snoopy #90

30/12/2024

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[description: a cartoon-style drawing of Snoopy's head. Snoopy is a white dog with black ears. His eyes are shut and his mouth is a horizontal line. There are two large blue teardrops, one under each eye. The text "I am at my limit" is handwritten across the top of the image.]

[chibifox2002]

Me: Yeah, I kind of don't want to give Janet a (new) partner because I just want to focus on the family aspects of this au!

My Brain: Okay but Janet finally experiencing the truly genuine love that she never had throughout her entire life. Her having a partner who not only loves Janet for who she really is, but also loves her toy kids to the outskirts of the galaxy and back.

Me:

[bluebird8683]

RR is dead, Tim is not

Tim Drake stood on the rooftop of an abandoned high-rise, the wind pulling at his cape like it was trying to hold him back, as though Gotham itself were begging him to reconsider. He would miss this—the only home he had ever known. The city stretched out beneath him, its ceaseless hum a bittersweet symphony, a reminder of all the people who probably wouldn’t miss him, not really. And yet, the wind seemed almost alive, whispering doubts, pleading with him to stay, even as he remained steadfast in his decision.

They’d mourn Red Robin, perhaps. Maybe even Tim Drake, for a fleeting moment. (Tam is the only one he truly feels bad about leaving behind, but she has a life outside of him, friends who care about her. She'll be ok.) But eventually, they’d move on, the way Gotham always did. Would the family even notice his absence?  A part of him whispered they might be better off without him. That they’d be happier, lighter, without the weight of someone they never seemed to truly see. 

He’d made sure of it.

Tim looked down at the blood pooling on the cracked concrete, dark and glistening under the cold moonlight. The crimson trail spidered out across the rooftop, a macabre work of art he had painted with his own blood, painstakingly collected over weeks to ensure authenticity. Almost hiding the faint scent of ozone in the air from the rainstorm earlier today, the scent of iron, or blood, hung heavy in the air. The scene in front of him is a gruesome sight- one he purposely staged to be that way, but horrid all the same. The manikin he painstakingly ensured looked exactly like him (down to not having a spleen and that paper-cut he got earlier today in the office) was one that he had grown and made explicitly for this. It never breathed in life, but he had made sure all the muscles showed all the wear and tear his muscles likely had.

He arranged it to be crumpled near the roof entrance of the building, its fingers splayed unnaturally, some twisted and broken as though his attacker had tried to torture something out of him that he refused to give. One shoulder was visibly dislocated, the other broken in such a way that his bone was sticking out of his skin. The left leg bent as if he had somehow gained a second knee. The neck bore the telltale bruising of strangulation, the skin mottled with dark purples, a haunting testament to his fabricated final moments. (Though there is bruising elsewhere on the body, the ones on his neck were the darkest.)  

The area around the manikin was a tableau of chaos: broken bits of his bo staff scattered like splinters of a shattered life, and tears in the suit—carefully slashed to match the grotesque injuries—added the final touch of authenticity along with the extra blood he had collected from himself in advance pooling and being poured from specific spots. He doubted anyone would be able to tell that he was still alive after seeing this. No one but him would ever see this as what it was, a staged exit. They might call it a tragedy (if they're feeling generous) or a lost fight. They would call it the curtain call of his life, but all it truly was is the end of Act I.

The stage was perfect. (Thinking of this all as a play had made him feel better about it, thinking of the clone as a manikin as he removed the spleen and injured it, as he put together the murder scene...) 

Tim’s gaze swept over the rooftop one last time, cataloging every detail. The smear and drops of blood around the roof, the broken bits of his bo staff lying near the body covered in wounds, the com he placed in its ear. The entire scene screamed tragedy—a hero ambushed, overpowered, and left lifeless on a cold rooftop, the final act of violence etched around his neck in a black bruise.

It had to be convincing. It had to be enough to fool Bruce, Dick, Damian, and even Barbara. Tim could imagine the triumphant sneer on Damien's face, the satisfaction of no longer sharing the Robin title in any form. And Jason… Jason might raise a beer, toasting the end of the “replacement.” The thought hurt. (Thoughts of how they viewed him always did- it's why he tries not to let his mind wander... not that he can really do that- but that's part of the reason that he's doing this.) He’d run through every possibility, refining his plan with several contingencies he can switch to at a moment's notice. That was what he did. That was who he was. (Something that Bruce trained into him.)

His fingers trembled as he adjusted the position of the manikin’s arm one last time. Not from fear or regret—those emotions had burned out weeks ago. This was the final piece of a puzzle he’d been building for months. (He left a nice little case for the detective family to follow, if they decide to investigate his demise. All the leads would turn cold though, of course.) He should feel relief, maybe even triumph, but all he felt was a bone-deep exhaustion.

“This is it,” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible over the gusts of wind.

He stepped back, letting the scene burn into his memory. For a moment, he allowed himself to imagine what would happen next. The news would break—Red Robin, dead in the line of duty. (He knew his body would be discovered in the morning- the owner of the building liked to come up for a smoke every morning before going to work.)

The family might grieve, or maybe they wouldn’t. Tim wasn’t sure anymore. Would they even miss him, or would they be better off without him?  Maybe they’d even be happier. Bruce would brood, sure, throwing himself into the case until he found just enough to close it. Damian, though, might sneer, claiming he saw it coming. Dick… Dick might actually cry. But eventually, they’d move on. They always did. After all, it had been months since any of them had really talked. How could they miss someone they never cared to know?   

But eventually, they’d move on. They’d forget. It's not like it'll change much.

Tim swallowed hard, forcing the lump in his throat back down where it belonged. This wasn’t about them. This was about him. A chance to finally breathe without the crushing weight of their expectations, their demands, their indifference. All this without even a courtesy "thanks." He’d spent so long loving them, sacrificing his sleep, his time, his social life for them, and all it had earned him was emptiness. Exploitation masquerading as family.

He's had enough.

He turned away from the body, moving to the edge of the rooftop. His new gear was already packed, hidden in a secure location outside Gotham. His offshore accounts were loaded, his new identity (and several back-ups) painstakingly crafted. Every system he’d set up—from the programs helping Gotham’s homeless to the automated responses at WE—would run smoothly without him. He’d made sure of it. Everything major will be fine without him. They’ll be fine without him.

Tim took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill his lungs. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. This was it. The last goodbye.

He turned on the device that would hide his heartbeat from anyone with advanced hearing, stepped off the ledge and disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind all he had ever known, the fractured remnants of his life, and the only city he had ever called home.