#i wasn't gonna draw more of them but then i couldn't stand it anymore i'm not strong enough to abstain they're on my mind 24/7

[cowabinah]

(base from ALLSU_OFFICIAL)

[nottakingresponsibility]

*A note is slipped under the door. The handwriting is very messy, like whoever wrote it was struggling to hold the pen properly. The paper is weirdly cold, unnaturally so. Parts of the note have been hastily crossed out, but they're still basically legible.*

"Hey, Jimmy,

I've done some thinking and remembered some things.

I remember a birthday party. Or was it? The party was for me, but I don't think it was actually my birthday. It was definitely a surprise party, in any case. There was a shitty cake. There was bad news. There was...

Well, it fades out after that.

I remember a searing hot rage burning just beneath the surface and doing my damnedest to pretend that it was anything else. Whose rage even was it? Yours or mine? I can't tell.

I remember being force-fed. Vomiting. Force-fed again. A hand scraping against the inside of my throat. Choking and struggling, but not being able to escape.

Twenty years or more of nothing but pain and ice. Barely conscious. At some point in the first year or two of being frozen, I died. Nobody was going to rescue me anyway.

But I didn't stay dead, and I didn't stay human.

I remember other things, too. I remember being in a classroom, dozing off, and feeling someone drape their jacket over my shoulders, and that jacket having the familiar scent of cigarettes. Small moments of warmth and comfort that, while they don't erase the hurt, ease the pain and speak to the desperate situation we were all in.

I want to make it clear that I don't think you are the exact same as the version of you that I'm remembering. You are your own Jimmy. In a lot of ways, you're different than the Jimmy I knew. Better, even. I want to make it clear that I don't blame you. It wasn't you, not the you who's reading this right now.

The feelings I have about my Jimmy are complicated, and I'm obviously still processing them. I won't burden you with all that. But, just in case you have any worries about it, I do forgive him, and I would give him another chance.

I can't talk right now. I need some space. I will be back, though.

G Cur Gabe"

*There's... something drawn at the bottom of the page, but it's too smudged to be recognizable.*

He picked up the note, it was cold. He chose to ignore that. He held it steady in his hands, starting to read along the long message. Several emotions went through his head. He wouldn't let them show on his face.

At some point while reading, it became hard to even hold the paper, causing him to grip it unnaturally tight. He wasn't angry. Or was he? He couldn't tell. What was he angry at? He wasn't angry at Gabriel, he never could be. The problem of having several versions of people, is shit like this. It made him feel sick. His chest felt tight. Was this guilt? Fear? He couldn't fucking tell. He had several doubts about his humanity, all the time. He could never get his emotions quite right. Gabe clearly remembered a lot more in such a short time span than Jimmy was ever expecting. He was shaking. Not like this. Not like this. He couldn't let it end like this. Would Gabriel ever be able to properly talk to him again? What was he gonna do about that stupid fucking voice that knocked against his skull in his weakest moments? God. It hurt. And he wasn't even the one at fault. He wanted to apologize for something he didn't even do. He wanted to reassure himself? Gabriel? Somebody. That everything was okay. He set the note aside, his hands balling up to the point they hurt. He couldn't even bring himself to look at it anymore. The drawing that he couldn't even see properly cause it was so damn smudged. He'll be back. Of course he will. He said so. But what if he's lying. What if he leaves him for good. ...Everything that was scribbled out, every little word he thought about, scribbled or not, made him feel nauseous. It was getting hard to stand. His emotions were all over the place. Unstable, as always. He needed to fix this. He needed to get himself in check. What could possibly do that? He's seriously debating breaking the no smoking rule. He knew it wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault specifically. But, he still felt the need to say something, even if it'll forever remain unheard. "...I'm so fucking sorry." It strained his voice to say. His throat felt dry, he felt uncomfortable in his own body, in his own face. It didn't feel right, it never would now. How was he ever meant to process this? All he could do was grasp desperately at the small moments of comfort that were noted down on the paper. Hoping, someday, somehow, in some damn world, Gabriel doesn't have this fate. It was so much to take in, after all. He would never be able to forget. It was much too similar to his nightmares, his hallucinations, everything. It was way too fucking similar. He needed his own time to think.

[lunarcat982]

Untitled book

ok so here's chapter 1 of a story I'm writing I've already written the first 3 chapters so will prob post them at some point. Also this is rly long so if u want me to post further chapters like split into different posts or something js say! and pls give ideas and feedback (it won't be perfect so I'll defo need like improvements lol) :))

Chapter 1 

Meet Felix 

Felix sighed as he walked down the crowded hallway of his school, his thoughts drowning in the chatter and enjoyment within his peers. you could vaguely hear his timid footsteps echo around the school. He had bags under his eyes with a tint of red. He’d been crying again. It was so hard sometimes… It hurt. He couldn’t bear it. It was the end of another day just like the others, painful, emotionless and hell.  Felix's phone buzzed in his blazer pocket, probably mum or dad asking him for something as they always do.  Oh… it was Isabell. They used to be friends a few weeks back, good friends, but she said she wanted to find some new ‘people’ and maybe find love, or some generic shit like that anyway. He couldn't remember what she said exactly, but it didn’t help with his mental state, she was one of the few people who kept him at least a little happy in this fucked up world. Haha probably the only person, and then when she went away, he couldn’t help feeling empty and alone, not even his parents talked to him anymore. 

Apparently, she wanted to meet him somewhere today at 4:00, she wanted to talk about how things are going and maybe hang out a bit more. Felix managed a meek smile, maybe he did have someone to relate to, maybe his existence wasn’t so meaningless. He was getting his hopes up, that was the mistake. 

Felix walked up the steep hill that led to the long winding road that accommodated his house. His feet gently smothered browning leaves that had recently fallen from their respective branches. He had already started conjuring up what to say, what to ask. The only problem was getting out of his house after he was in it, of course mum would start bombarding him with questions about girlfriends if he brought up the fact he was going out with a girl. He would have to lie, not that it meant anything, it was almost instinctive now. He just couldn't get why they didn't understand he wasn't interested in any girls! It angered him more than it should have. 

He had arrived, he stood tiresomely in front of the bleak grey door he knew only too well; something about impressing the neighbours, his mum had said. Lazily he pulled on the handle and slowly opened and closed the door. Nothing, he was safe. Carefully Felix ascended the stairs and changed into something more suitable than his confining uniform; and yet even after this he still felt constricted by his parents' choice of clothes, he yearned for something more…  expressive. It-it didn't matter now, he had to go, he was going to be late. He was downstairs now, and was about to leave, but. 

“And just where do you think you’re goin?” her voice was slurred and slow, she had been drinking again. Felix sighed, “I-I’m going to see a friend”

“Which friend!” His mother snapped at him drawing another gulp of wine from one of her already half empty glasses. 

“It’s a boy mum! Okay?” Felix said, actively avoiding looking at the mess, which was his birth mother, he couldn’t stand to see anyone, not even her like this. 

“Eugh, fuckin’ hell Felix, you keep on seein’ all these boys, you’re gonna end up a fag,” 

Felix shut his eyes and tried ignoring the comment, even though the anger was begging to be let out. He never supported his mum’s or, well, the whole town's view on the LGBTQ+ community. But he couldn’t think about that right now, he needed to go, and with that his mum slunk back into the living room in which all the blinds were drawn down, and Felix swung the door open and slammed it shut behind him, ready to see an old friend.    

He was starting to smile more now, he felt heavy weights he’d been carrying for God knows how long lift off him. He felt a sense of escape rush over him; escape from his family? guilt? He wasn’t sure, but it made him feel better and that's all that mattered right now.  And then it hit him, they hadn’t even organised an area to meet up. That was stupid of him. He quickly pried the phone from his pocket and texted asking to meet at… maybe Grey Heart woods? Yeah, that was a good place, he had an idea of something to show her. Felix smiled at the thought of this, he hadn’t been given the chance to express his interests for a long while now and he was eager to do so.  His phone buzzed in his hand “yh ok” she replied.  

15 minutes later Felix was outside the field by Grey Heart woods, he used to hang out here, back when everything was simpler, and he didn’t feel alone all the time. This was where he first met Isabell, they were both 13, wow 2 years ago. Heh, time flies when you have nothing to do with your life. 

At this moment Felix realised Isabell was nowhere to be seen, he checked his phone: 16:01. She was late, eh it was ok people are often late- he had suggested the meeting spot rather late. It only bothered him when he was late, he couldn’t stand that- it made him very uncomfortable; he still wasn’t sure why. 

5 minutes passed and eventually he saw her come out of an opening to the right. She still had glasses although they were new, a ginger ponytail hung from the back of her head and she seemed more confident than the last team he saw her, taller too.  He put on a smile and tried cleaning the mop of black hair that draped over his forehead. In truth he was nervous, it had been so long, and he didn’t want to lose this like he lost it before. 

They walked towards each other, both smiling, “H-hi!” he said, raising a hand to wave, his attempts at hiding his nervous-ness were poor. “Hellooo!” she giggled. He smiled at this, she hadn’t changed, quirky and weird. 

“Heheh, so how have you been? It's been a long time, "he said, more confident now. “Well, let's see, parents still divorced check, no friends check, oh! And still single, definitely check," "and you?” she asked with a beaming smile. 

“Wow ok, let me think, I’ve been rotting away in my room, been crying in the school bathrooms and been completely and utterly alone,” he said, hinting at how much her sudden leaving hurt him. 

“Yeah, I’ll cheers to that!” She said, distracted, looking into the woods to the left of them both. “So, you wanna go in?” she asked signalling towards the woods 

“Um yeah sure,” “I actually have something to show you!” he said remembering what he was planning. “Oh, you do, do you?” she said once again with that cheeky smile. 

They’d been walking for around 5 minutes into the woods now and Isabell was getting restless, “when are we getting there?” she asked. 

“Hehe don’t worry we’re nearly there, I promise”,  

she wasn’t convinced, he could tell. And she was starting to move her body closer to his as they walked.  That was... new, eh it's probably nothing.  

Finally, the pair came to a stop in front of a large tree, around 5 metres up the trunk were 10 wooden planks nailed into various branches, although some appeared to be losing their grip and leaning off the edges.  “Um what's this?”  

“A treehouse!” He said. He was feeling more open with her now, he didn’t mind her judgement. 

“okayy , how are we gonna get up?” she said a little more interested now. 

“Ladder!” he said, smiling and gesturing towards an arrangement of horizontal wooden slabs scaling the trunk of the tree. 

Isabell frowned at the state of the wood but climbed it, nevertheless. Felix followed her up, close behind, smiling more and more. He missed this place.   

Eventually, the two of them had reached the top, Felix was surprised at how well the place had held up, only a few patches of moss growing here and there. “So, what were you gonna bring me up here for again?” She said, her voice smoother and fluid. It was probably just him. 

“Well,” he said, a little nervous, again, “I actually wanted to show you something I’m really interested in… paradoxes!”  he said, smiling once more. 

She frowned at this, “what?” she said coldly. 

“Y'know, a statement or question that contra-” 

“Are you kidding me?”  

“W-what?” 

“I’ve been acting like all nice for you, like we used to be” “And this is what I get…” “Felix, I LIKE you”  

“I” He didn't know what to do, he was panicking and confused. 

She sighed, “I guess I’ll have to do it myself” she whispered as to not let him hear. He did. “Felix, I’m sorry” she started cooing, that same smooth tone in her voice again, “come on we can just be together, I Know you like me” she started moving towards him on her hands and knees. He froze, he didn’t know what to do and was so confused. She was on him now. “W-” he managed to get the start of a word out before she pressed her lips against his own, closing her eyes she moved her hand to his cheek. He felt her tongue progressing towards his mouth, his back now pressed against the wood beneath him, as she leaned into him. He was scared, so scared, he didn’t like this. Without thinking he pushed against her, releasing himself from her clutch.  She got back onto her knees and looked at him with disgust. He hadn't realised, he was now crying, and his eyes were now red with worry. “Fuck you!” she said now angry, “Y-you freak!” she was hurt too, and he could tell in her voice she was on the brink of tears herself.  Without warning she descended the ladder two steps at a time, and ran away from him, all the while he sat there, tears rolling down his red cheeks.  Felix sat there for half an hour more, crying harder than he had in months, as that word repeated over and over in his head, “Freak”. 

[bear-boi-5]

Mental Annoyances

Anti be done with Shroomy's bs 😔

Yes, I like SMG4 too, put it on the list. I've liked his content for a good 4 years now, and I grew extremely attached to Shroomy/Anti-Shroomy when I first saw him/them (idk, there's 2 people in that psychotic mushroom so-).

I made my own redesigns of the 2 a couple of months ago and decided to draw more of these 2 fucking maniacs :]

I am starving for Shroomy content- imo, he's the most under explored character in the show, he's so interesting to me and I want to know more about him. There's definitely something else going on because like

1.Why have we never seen his parents?

2.He's only mentioned them once in a passing comment when Mario asked why he was in the Luncheon Kingdom (which I find hard to believe since he wasn't in much of a rush and was willing to derive away to help out the fat idiot)

3.Why are his guardians, he grew up with entirely, his Aunt and Uncle?

My current theory as it stands is Shroomy is some kind of demonic entity, straight from hell. Doom Guy killed his parents but didn't know they had a baby until he found him. He couldn't bring himself to kill Shroomy so he took him back with him and raised him as his own, Shroomy completely unaware of the actuality of things. It explains his power level and overall extreme hostility as Anti and that we have never seen his parents, only Doom Guy.

Until proven wrong, Shroomy is a demon is something I'm gonna stand by

Also I just wanna see a beaten down Doom Guy come crawling back to his Nephew for forgiveness and to be in his life again but Shroomy has already made his statement clear in how he doesn't care about his approval anymore and, presumably, wishes to never see him again

[dandunn]

Oohh these prompt writings are so fun to read, how about this for a prompt... de-aged Lupin and the gang (with/without Zenigata)

I was going to skip this ask honestly because I thought it wasn't my kind of thing but I did it and ended up being surprised. Uh. Also this is only part 1. Enjoy???

Lupin is losing his shit. As in 'holding in his sides trying not to die' laughing. It's the funniest thing he's ever seen.

"CAN IT SHIT FOR BRAINS! IT'S NOT FUNNY!" Jigen bellows, the insult would be as intimidating as the throaty roar of a lion in any normal situation. But this isn't a normal situation. It comes out as the high-pitched squeak of a kitten.

Because Jigen is six years old. And adorable!

Jigen's protests only cause a fresh lunatic howl of laughter to burst out of Lupin. He wipes tears off of his face, dabbing his cheeks with the sleeve of his pink jacket. Little Jigen stamps his foot and pouts. His hat is too big for his head now and keeps sliding off.

"Oh I'm gonna die!" Lupin says breathlessly, "Where's Goemon? Did he get hit too?"

From out behind the hefty piece of machinery comes the most shell-shocked little boy Lupin has ever seen, his robes wrapped around himself like a blanket and his now far too big sword dragging behind him.

"Ohh." Lupin coos, his eyes filling with tears again. 

"Cease." Baby Goemon murmurs, his chubby cheeks turning red. "Do not say what I think you are going to say."

Lupin can't help himself. His face twists up in an effort to hold his squeal back, but it's too late, "You're so…. Cuuuuuute!"

Goemon attempts to draw his sword, but his arms aren't long enough and it catches halfway in its sheath. His feet get tangled in his robes and he falls on his ass.

Both of his partners turned children stare up at him.

Why'd it have to be me that gets stuck as the only adult here? Lupin thinks, I'm not exactly a role model!

"This is gonna be a problem if we get attacked." Lupin says, scratching the back of his neck, "Unless the guys who made this machine have a weakness for being kicked in the shins."

"Lupin when I get back to normal I am going to kill you!" Little Jigen meows again, struggling to pick up his combat magnum with his tiny hands. "How do we change back?! The controls on the machine-?"

"Do you really want me to go messing around with unknown technology, what if I press the wrong button and you both end up eighty years old?"

"Point."

Unfortunately for Jigen and Goemon someone else makes the decision for them.

They start being shot at.

"No time to figure it out, off we go!" Lupin cries as he scoops up both of his partners and bolts. Jigen tries to cover Lupin's back as he dangles under one of his arms, the knockback so severe with his underdeveloped muscles that the entire gun almost flies back and knocks him upside the head. 

This isn't good. 

They barely get out of the laboratories in one piece, and Lupin's arms are not built for carrying two deadly little children at once. He's wheezing and has had to dodge more than a couple of bullets by the time they escape.

Back at the hideout, Lupin drops the two kids before heading out to buy them some clothes (making them promise not to use the stove or stick forks in electrical sockets until he gets back. Jigen throws an ashtray at him but it falls short).

Once they aren't drowning in their adult clothes anymore they all sit down to take stock. 

Unfortunately tailored suits and kimono robes for six year olds aren't easy to find, so Jigen gets a shirt with a dinosaur wearing a cowboy hat and Goemon gets Kamen Rider.

Lupin couldn't find a miniature borsalino either, so Jigen gets to keep his ludicrously oversized hat. The sight of it keeps making Lupin snicker so much he can barely stand to look at his poor gunman.

"So, what happened, what was it like?" Lupin says, enjoying this a bit too much despite how grumpy his partners are.

"You mean what it was like going through puberty in reverse? Not fun!" Jigen says, the couch practically swallowing him up. He reaches for a cigarette out of habit but Lupin stops him.

"I may be a lot of things but I'm not someone who allows a baby to smoke."

"Fuck you."

"That machine." Goemon says slowly, "we were lured into the room with it on purpose, this was done to us to take away our strength."

"Makes sense. Everyone knows how awesome and unstoppable we are." Lupin preens, "They probably think I'm helpless without you two."

"It is true." Goemon snipes. 

Jigen folds his tiny arms, grumpily staring at the cigarette box in Lupin's hands like a regular kid would look at a box of candy. "So we break back into the facility and threaten them into changing us back!"

"What's your rush, Jigen?" Lupin muses.

"What do you mean 'what's your rush?' Of course we want to get back to normal!"

"You just want to smoke." Goemon clips, and Jigen looks like he's considering getting in a baby fist fight with him.

"I'm thinking practically! What if we end up stuck like this?! What if we have to grow up all over again; voice cracking, high school - zits!"

Lupin shrugs, waving a hand, "Something something a chance to relive your youth?"

"Why on earth would we want to do that?" Goemon deadpans. "I wish to be restored to my true age as soon as humanly possible."

Lupin tries not to start giggling again, hearing Goemon's darkly formal serious voice coming out of such a cute little package. He gets a hold of himself. "Look, when we broke into the facility I had help from both of you and now I have to think of a plan to get us back in without Jigen's shooting or Zantetsuken. Just… make the best of it you can until I do that. Did either of you even have childhoods?"

The two boys turn to look at each other, Jigen lifting up his hat to shoot Goemon a quirky look from underneath his bangs. 

"My point exactly." Lupin stands up to go back to the drawing board. "Play with some blocks, take a nap or something. Don't pee your pants. I'll be as fast as I can."

Before he goes to shut himself in his room with his planning desk, he remembers something. He turns back quickly to grab Jigen's cigarettes and puts them on top of the highest wardrobe in the room. "And no smoking!"

If Lupin had a dollar for every time a six year old had flipped him off he would have about two dollars. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

[viilpstick]

Alright alright-- I blame me having too much free time on my hands😔

Hope you have fun and don't think your pookies are free I WILL write and draw for them as well👀

•••

"I’ve told you, you should just give up already.”

“And lose to a mouse?” Leona scoffed as he straightened his back, finally needing to think a bit more at a game of chess. “I don't think so.”

He moved his tower, taking another one of Isabelle's pawns, she had nearly none at this point. She heavily sighed and put a finger to her chin, wondering what her next move should be. Leona held back a smile as he watched the features of his fiancée shift to a more puzzled look. He had trapped her into a corner, he just needed to wait until she realized it.

As he waited, his green irises traveled along the room, noticing the details Isabelle's castle had. Her country, and by extension her home, was the complete opposite of his: Sunset Savannah was hot, warm colors everywhere, and clothes that replicated that to prevent those living there to have an accident; meanwhile Roseneuve was cold, its people wearing clothes that resembled that, with long sleeves and an air of… well, it was all too snobbish in Leona's opinion, but not on Isabelle. No, as much as he hated to admit she looked good in almost anything.

They waited for Sunset Savannah and Roseneuve’s kings to finish their meeting, and welcome the two people who were actually going to be affected by their decisions, — thank you for not including them in a conversation about their future, dear Falena — so they could finally have a banquet together.

Today… was gonna be a bit different than usual.

“So?” He asked, staring at a frustrated Isabelle, who moved a random piece on her chessboard and crossed her arms in annoyance, knowing she lost. Leona chuckled and finally corned her king with another piece. “Checkmate.”

“Don't think this changes anything, we’re still in a tie.”

“Doesn't matter if we're in a tie if I won this time.” he said and the girl got up, fixing her long dress and walking towards the window of the room they were currently in. “You running away or something?”

“I'm merely taking a look outside. Are you already missing me?” She teased and Leona got up, holding the small box in his pocket as he walked to stand beside her. It was silent for a moment, until Isabelle couldn't stand it anymore. “If you're unhappy with this we can try voicing our opinions and cancel it.”

“What?”

“If you still don't want to marry me.” She says, trying to sound calm and collected, but he could tell by her slightly shaky voice and how she avoided his gaze that she was very much nervous about this. “I mean who thinks about getting married at 18 and 20? That's insane.”

“You said that was your duty to your kingdom.” Leona said, Isabelle finally looked at him with a slight frown on her face. “Do you no longer believe that?”

“I do, but how is it fair for you? What- what if this marriage means you'll spend your whole life miserable, anyway?” She questioned and Leona was surprised, he didn't realize how much she cared- but then again, he should've figured. Isabelle wasn't one to enter a relationship — a relationship with him — if she didn't care. “If you don't- I mean if you're still uncertain about your feelings we can-”

"I was never uncertain about my feelings.” Leona says firmly, holding eye contact and the girl blinked, relieved to hear such words. “Yeah most people don't think about getting married that young. But we're not most people, are we? And while I do hate how things are set in stone…” he takes the small box and places it in her hands. “I'm quite glad that I’ll get married to you.”

He turned around, a bit embarrassed by being so cheesy. Isabelle stared at the box in pure confusion until she realized Leona wasn't gonna say anything else. She slowly opened it and her eyes widened in shock.

“You're not serious.”

“We're engaged. It's about time you have a ring.” He chuckled at her surprised tone, turning his head to her and resting it on his hand. “You like it?”

Isabelle stared at the ring for a moment, a small diamond placed exactly where the wedding ring made a slight curve, looking like the setting sun. She chuckled, unable to keep her smile off of her face while putting the ring on her finger.

“Where did you get the measurement of my ring finger?” She asked and Leona groaned out loud, making her lift an eyebrow.

“Your friend might know a lot of stuff about you but she rivals Ruggie when it comes to sharing information.” At that, Isabelle laughed. Yup, that was Adeline for you: a menace to her boyfriend — well, fiancé — despite being their biggest supporter.

Isabelle rested her head on his shoulder, staring at the ring.

"Thanks."

"Pay me back at our honeymoon."

Then, she slapped his arm in embarrassment while he howled with laughter.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?!!?!????????

WHEN I READ “The small box” I WAS ALREADY: BITCH- NO HE IS NOT.

AND THEN HE GIVES THE RING TO HER UGHHHHHH I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEEEM 😭😭😭🤎🤎

YOU WRITING IS SO GOOD MAH BTW, never failing on impress me, istg-

AND BTW THEM???? THEY ARE JUST QKXHQNXGQJXGNWYZJAGXNEHZN

I LOVE THEM?????-?-?1,-?,1?-?1???:

[titanicfreija]

Insistent

"I need you to go away."

Freija and Sunny stood at the door of the barracks, having just come back from fishing on Nessus, Freija still in her dirty armor and a gun on her hip. Sunny knew better than to expect innocence. "What's going on?"

"I got you a surprise and you're not allowed to see it until I've set it up," she explained shortly.

"You're not good at surprises," Sunny told her guardian, tilting at her.

Freija flicked a whisker on the Hareball shell. "That is because you aren't either. If I could just be all, "Oh, nothing, I'm not up to anything at all, but seriously, can you give me space?", you'd spy. You're still gonna spy, and I've already told Rex about it so he's gonna be a remarkable pain in your ass if you try to sneak in."

Sunny froze in the air, glaring at her guardian and wondering again how many cogs were in there-- and how to get them all to turn at once. "Did you. Are you. Did you plan this on your own? Did Thomas help?"

Freija feigned pain, placing her hand on her heart and rocking away with a groan. "Oh, come on! I'm not bright, I'll be the first one to tell.... Maybe fifth after Rex, Thomas, you, and Zavala-- but-- Look, you're predictable and I can spot a pattern, okay? You sneak and spy and ask and dig and pry-- it's what you do. I love you for it, but you cannot leave a question unanswered."

Sunny sank bashfully to her guardian's chest level, ears lying sideways.

"Which is why I have taken extra measures to keep you out while I set up your surprise. I'm really hoping that the promise is good enough to keep you back, but if it takes me more than an hour, you'll start chirping."

~

Sunny slowly hovered forward and pressed her shell to the center of Freija's chestplate. "I never give you credit for the brains you have."

"Good. You won't expect them of me," Freija laughed, kissing the air over the ghost. "Go see your friends, go check on your other friends, go argue with Rex, go do something. I love you. I shouldn't take long. Go see about the paint guy again, that bear and rabbit thing was cute, the apartment could stand some colors. Dunno what to make for Thomas, but you could do a gambit thing for Three real easy."

With that, Freija vanished through the door, leaving Sunny hovering in the barren hallway of the Tower Barracks.

~~

Upon her return, Sunny felt better-- she did need to catch up on her socializing, and lots of guardians were in the Tower for the events, so lots of Ghosts who rarely visited were also in the Tower. Listening to everyone else's stories and commiserating (and silently thanking her luck that she and Freija got along) felt better, too, even if it was schadenfreude.

Freija's comms were perpetually set to a fairly small freqency, but she probably wasn't wearing her gear anymore. Thomas left a speaker on his table, though.

"Where are you?" Freija asked in the comm. Sunny used an ear to tap on the door.

Opening the door, Sunny didn't see anything, and she scanned the room for changes.

A corner that had long collected discarded armor and gun parts and ammo had been cleared and now featured a... table?

Not a table. The four legs and flat top stood, but contained a flat spread of sand within a deep tray.

"What is it?" Sunny asked.

Freija took a deep breath, as if bracing herself. "Okay. So. You said the drawing thing with your petals--"

"Freija--"

Freija lifted a hand under Sunny to 'support', letting her rest on the light bubble she usually emitted. "You don't have to use it until you want to, and you never have to use it at all. Thomas said he liked the idea and Three won't care as long as no sand gets in any trigger springs."

Sunny couldn't even name the churning inside, something like being sick with joy, and it made her want to beat her guardian about the head with her body.

"Anyway-- so this neat table thingie, which I found in a book believe it or not, sounded perfect. It's supposed to be a meditation thing? Or something? From some ancient ass cultures that were ancient before ancient was ancient-- but people like 'em, apparently, and draw stuff in them with sticks."

Sunny turned to look at it again, surprised to hear that. "So you didn't... look for it? No... trying-- did you make this?!"

Freija's face fell blank as if trying to hide an expression. "Uh. Are you angry if I did?"

Sunny couldn't speak, and she flew over to study it again.

"Anyway, it was a thing about meditation, which Thomas did point me at, and while I thought it sounded like something I'd turn into glass on a bad day, it sounded exactly like something you'd draw on the way you said you drew on stuff."

"You made this?" Sunny repeated.

"I mean, I ordered the pieces. Thomas did help me with specs, but only to double check my work, that was just math and geometry, I can do that."

The plain metal had been shaped to fit together, bolts and nuts and washers and all, even the crossbeams on the legs, and she made sure the ones holding the sand were soft and...

"Oh, Freija," Sunny whispered, circling the table.

The titan beamed, swaying back and forth where she stood. "And you still don't have to use it until you're ready, I'm happy you're happy. Oh!" Freija dove under the table to reach an edge against the wall, flipping a switch and spanned the table with a protective translucent covering that looked similar to helmet glass. "For when you do want to save something for a bit. I know the art is meant to be impermanent, but long enough for you to decide to erase it, kind of thing."

She flipped it back off before she clambered out to stand. "So, yeah. I got you a surprise. Thank you for not breaking into the apartment to see it before I finished, the work in progress was abysmal."

"Is Thomas here?"

"He's with Rhys."

Sunny couldn't make her ears stand up properly, and they flopped down. "You. Designed this. Got pieces made for it. And put it together? On your own?"

"Thomas double checked--"

"--double checked, yes, but that doesn't count as doing, that's supervising. You did this on your own?"

Freija leaned to poke the sand, writing something on a corner in clumsy lettering. "You don't have to make it sound like I'm that stupid. I do geometry all the time, my breachload grenade trajectory is second to Three and that's it."

"But I didn't notice?"

Finished with her writing, Freija stepped away from the table, a frown pulling her lips. "You slumped real hard there for a minute. I did it one of the days you were hiding on the fridge, got all the measurements of the barracks when I moved in and noticed that corner was empty in the way a junk drawer is, and it was mine and Thomas's, 'cos Three's is all in her room. So figured I'd fill the space and give you a thing."

Sunny scanned it again, seeing Freija's drawing (Freija loves Sunny) into the corner.

With little warning, she flew to Freija's chest and applied fifty pounds of pressure. Freija, used to the ghost 'hug', pressed her palm to Sunny and held tight. "I'm glad you like it."

"You're so sweet!"

"I gotta give something back, you literally keep me alive," Freija teased, 'scratching' the back of the shell as Sunny let up the pressure. "The switch should be within reach, I didn't make or get or look for any tools, but apparently there's things like... forks? Rakes? Sticks? I don't know. And rocks. And those tiny grown-up trees."

"Bonsai," Sunny told her, still marveling. "You're such a herbo."

"What's a herbo?"

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@annieruok94

[cypaira-the-skeleton]

The Blind Man, The Child and The Giant: part 2

⚠️Warning: Contains quite some drama and scenarios regarding panic attacks⚠️

It was a normal day like all the others, and Raven is in her room pondering. Since she still believes that Victor hates her from day one, she's finding a way to make him hate her less. She doesn't want to live in constant fear, not anymore. She can't tolerate this for longer, and if Roger is capable of being friends with him, than maybe she should try as well. She tought what could possibly help to make him feel more at home. That's when an idea suddenly flew in her head. She could give him a small welcome gift! Even if it's been a while, it's better late than never they say. She currently owned some sculpting clay she got the day before, and she planned to maybe sculpt out a small figurine for Victor; but what could she make? She remembers the picture frame of Him and his cat, so she tought; why not sculpt out the animal? He seemed to have a close bond with the feline, so making a small sculpture of his furry friend could maybe finally turn that frown upside down. Obviously she saw the picture only once, and she needs a reference to how it looks like; that's when the next idea became a huge risk. If she needs to copy the image, she must have the picture that's inside Victor's now new room.

She really dreaded to achieve her plan, but it had to be done! Obviously she's not gonna ask him for the frame that he'll definitely won't borrow, and since Roger is not home and Victor is currently temporarily out of the house, it's far more better to sneak in instead. That was it, she grabbed some papers and crayons and made her way to his room. She wasn't planning on taking the frame without permission, unless she has a death wish, so she'll use the photograph to draw a reference sheet. As suspected, his new room was pretty huge, even his bed was as long as him!; But It wasn't the moment to waste time! She went onto the night stand, placed everything on it, and started drawing. She spent the next 30 minutes carefully drawing the body of the cat, then it's head, it's legs, fur, whiskers, technically she wanted it to be perfect. Just as she was about to finish, she heard the front door open from downstairs; the Giant has arrived. In a fit of panic she scrambled trough her items, quickly picked them up, and ran back to her room. She gained her breath as she placed her items onto her desk that Roger got for her. She looked for the clay, sat down, and prepared to get her hands dirty. She barely started looking at her plans as she was startled by a loud banging knock on her door, and Victor's voice followed after, "Raven, open the door!" He sounded mad.

Did he realize she was in his room without permission? But she even closed the door behind and took everything with her! She didn't want to let the angry Giant in her room, but she then remembered how brave would her father be when confronting Victor. It was the time to gain courage and prevent the Giant from intimidating her. With a confident posture she marched her way to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it. She almost yelped as she found Victor crouched down right infront of her, but she kept her cool and let him in. Once he made his way in he looked around the room, then he glared down at her and asked, "Where is it?". What is he talking about? "Uhh.. where is what?" She replied in confusion. Seems he got pretty displeased of her answer as he narrowed his eyes in frustration, "Don't try playing dumb with me, child! I've heard you got the tendencies of stealing items away as a form of "game" you made up, but unless you didn't realise, I'm not playing! Now I'm going to ask you to kindly give it back!" Despite keeping it together he still sounded very upset. Raven couldn't understand what was he meaning to, and for that brief moment, fear turned into nuisance, "look I didn't let you inside my room just so you could accuse me of stealing! I'm not a thief! And would you kindly tell me what are you even talking about?" She mocked his tone at the end of her sentence.

That riled him up even more, "The Picture Frame!", He snapped at her mockery, "I know that you're the only one in this house who has no sense of privacy and taking items without permission!". The girl let out a genuine, yet over reactive gasp, "Of course I have a sense of Privacy! You don't see me disturbing either you or my father all the time!" She really got offended by his statement. "Don't try changing subjects! Just give me back the frame and we both can get out of eachother's hair!" His patience was running thin, but Raven surprisingly kept her cool, "I don't have your stupid Frame! Maybe it fell behind the nightstand or it slipped under your bed!"

Victor was close to doing the unthinkable and just turn her whole room upside down and look for it himself, but that would make things worse for everyone. He then noticed the drawings she had of his cat Chleo. It confirmed that she saw the frame last, and seeing all those papers roughly placed in one spot can only mean she's hiding it in plain sight. As he made his way to her desk she quickly jumped onto the chair and attempted to cover her plans with her body, "You can't look at these! They're private!" He stooped in his tracks as he suspected that she just unwillingly ratted herself out. Obviously forcing her to move won't work, so tricking her is the only option, "Fine...then show me you're not hiding anything under those papers" he requested as he crossed his arms, to which Raven obliged, "I will!" She then proceeded to move one paper at at a time while making eye contact, giving the point that she had nothing, until she felt something. Her body froze, her eyes widened, and her heart started racing. It felt rectangular and was hiding under a piece of paper she was about to move. With a dreaded swift of her hand, she moved it aside, revealing the hidden Frame.

She was utterly shocked. How did it end up there?? She recalled the panic state she was before leaving Victors room, and concluded that in the rush she must have accidentally grabbed the frame amongst the paper sheets. "Well well well..." He responded, "It seems you had it after all". She didn't mean it, it was an accident! All the courage she had suddenly switched to instant fear. She slowly held the frame with shaking hands, staring in horror at it. She wanted to explain it wasn't on purpose, but her voice was gone. She could recall her past, being accused of stealing an item her parents lost, and the punishments that followed after. She could almost hear their voices. "Guess I'll be taking that back-", he claimed. She noticed his hand approaching from the reflection of the frame glass, and quickly moved away from him, holding the frame tight to her chest. She looked at him with a horrified expression. Victor was left baffled of her act, but quickly got more irritated, "Raven..I won't ask again. Give. It. Back!"

She couldn't blame him for his reaction, she couldn't blame that he was mad, he was completely right to be upset! But none of this was meant to happen! Her head was already starting to mess with her vision and her hearing. Noises filled her mind, and Victor's body was slowly turning into a Giant shadowy figure with red angry eyes. Even his voice was starting to get distorted. She was afraid of him, and such an outcome was something she deeply feared. Her subconscious mind wanted to just give back the frame, but as soon as he approached her again her body forced her to move out the way. He got more frustrated, but her behaviour got his attention. He knows she was intimidated of him, but this was new. She seemed terrified, her body positioned in a fight or flight stance, and he could see she was trembling as well. He wonderer why she needed to react in such a way. "Kid, just give it back, and I'll leave!" He tried regaining some of his patience, but all she managed to whisper back was, "Stay....b-back".

She wouldn't budge her grip off the frame. Something didn't feel right. Talking didn't seem to work anymore, so he quickly launched his body at her direction to try and pry the frame away, but she avoided him once more "St-stay back... please!" She warned him again with an alarmed tone. Her voice started to unnerve him, but he had to take the frame back before she accidentally broke it and hurt herself, mainly cause he could see her grip tightening more and more. His attempts have been repeated multiple times, all without any avail. At some point she opted to make her way out of the room, and Victor was quick to close the door. Awful mistake. Raven shook more in fear, pressing the frame further against her as she stared at the Giant shadow, feeling trapped.

At this point Victor was feeling unsettled of this child's behaviour. Was she that scared of him? Did she believe he was about to hurt her? Yes he was upset at her for taking an item without permission, but he wouldn't dare raise a finger at her! He fears to do so by accident. At this point he had to take things slower, "Raven...I just need you to give me the frame, and I promise I will let you be" He slowly walked towards her, "I won't get you in trouble either! All you have to do, is hand it over" He actually managed to calm down and talk with a softer tone, but all Raven could hear was a distorted voice. Her shaking got worse as she slowly stepped back, even started to whimper in fear. All of a sudden, a crack was heard, which took Raven by surprise as she yelped and dropped the item onto the floor, revealing a lighting shaped fracture on the frame glass. Her blood ran cold at the view of the damaged item, and Victor could see her terrified expression change as if she just witnessed a murder.

The voices in her head became louder, her breath started to quicken and hitch, and her whimpers increased as tears presumed to flow. A sinking feeling had affected him as he now realized what was going on; She was having a full blown panic attack. For a moment he could almost recall himself in such a position, but to witness a child going through the same issue was just out of the blue. He assumed she was just really afraid and feared the consequences of her actions, but he didn't expect or mean for this to happen. As he was lost in his toughts he has now noticed Raven mumbling over and over, "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry-". He didn't know what to do, he never was in the position of comforting someone else, "Uh- I-it's okay! You...you don't have to worry...!" It was a genuine attempt, but it didn't seem to help. All of this was starting to freak him out, so with a swift move he reached for the frame and successfully snatched it off the floor; Which caused Raven to get startled and fall back to the floor, "I'M SORRY IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" She exclaimed in terror.

Now Victor himself got startled from her pleading apology. When he was way younger he had went through a life of torture and abuse, and just hearing and seeing this girl cower away like he used to was starting to make him have a panic attack as well, especially since in that moment he seemed like the "bad guy". He had to leave, Now. As quickly as he could he grabbed onto the door and instantly left the room and made a bee line to his, slamming the door behind, resting against it as he attempted to calm down. This was not supposed to happen. He couldn't do anything to try and help, he wished he did but he's not really sure how. He felt bad leaving her alone like that, and honestly he wished Roger was home.

As if his prayers where heard, the blind Janitor made his way inside the house, "Hey I'm home!" He called out, but no one answered. "That's odd...where are they?" He questioned as he took off his glasses and hat, not even bothering to remove his jacket, "Is anyone home?" He called out, but no one replied. That is until a moment later he hears the heavy steps of Victor quickly approaching him, "Ah!~ I was wondering where y-" but he got quickly cut off as he was roughly grabbed by his shoulders, "You gotta help, Now!" Victor urgently pleaded. Roger wasn't really prepared to be welcomed like that, but it didn't matter as he got concerned, "W-why? What happened? Is there something you need help with? Did something else happened?" The giant man really couldn't find a way to explain so he just got to the important point, "No time to explain! Raven needs your help! She's having a panic attack and I don't know what do!" For the first time he was genuinely worried for her. Not that he didn't care of them, but he wasn't heartless when it came to something this serious! Roger's expression dropped as he heard him mention Raven having another episode in a long time, "Okay, I'm on it. Just stay here, I'll take care of it". This wasn't the first time for him to go through, so he knew that in order to help he must remain calm. He has calmed down Victor before, and after he adopted Raven he knew how to handle her as well.

He rushed his way upstairs with a quick but calm pace, and instantly went for Raven's room. Luckily her door was still open, but he could hear her panicked breathing. Recalling what happened last time, he slowly and carefully made his way inside, and softly called out for her, "Hey there Raven. It's me, Roger. Your Dad". After the last episode she had, Raven described him how her perspective gets distorted and loud, causing her to see and hear things that aren't there and making people she knows look like monsters or shadows. What he didn't know was that she's currently hiding under her bed, so thanks to his sensitive ears he followed her breathing and slowly lowered himself to the floor, "Hi there sweetie~ You don't have to worry anymore, I'm here~" He talked to her with the most soothing voice he could muster. The little girl was currently curled in a fetal position, hugging herself real tight and facing to the wall, but thankfully she managed to hear his voice over the others in her head. Slowly her head turned to him and quickly crawled out and held onto to Roger with dear life, sobbing and crying into his chest.

It broke his heart to have her in such conditions. He slowly embraced her small shaking body and gently pressed her against him, making sure to direct her ear to his heart. She had told him that it would help her relax in such situations, and he used it as an advantage to help her regulate her breathing when needed. He kept calmly talking to her, letting her take her time to calm down. Eventually, she managed to control herself, and only a few whimpers where heard. Once she seemed calm enough he gently picked her up and sat down on her bed, making her sit on his lap as he kept her close. "Do you feel better?" He asked. He felt her nodding against him, and took it as a positive answer, "Now then...do you think you can tell me what had happened?" She must have had a reason to have an episode to begin with. She kept silent at first, but then proceeded to explain everything that has happened while he was away. How she wanted to do something nice for Victor, how she accidentally took something of his without permission, how he got mad at her, and how scared and tired she just was. He made a mental note to hear Victor's version as well, but he had to know what has been going on in her head these last days since Victor arrived.

"I do remember you mentioning being anxious of his presence..but I thought you where fine and actually got used to him!" That was the final straw that broke the camels back. Raven instantly got off and faced him with rage filled eyes, "I Never Was!" She shouted, "I was never fine with all of this! You tought everything was going the way you planed, but you where wrong! Since the day he arrived it's been an absolute Nightmare! I can barely be myself anymore! I can't say what I want, I can't do what i want, Hell I can't live the way I want! Honestly it feels as if I'm back living with my parents! I'm afraid of living normally around him! I'm afraid that every little thing I do will piss him off and get mad at me! I'm Afraid of him hurting me! All Of This Is Just Stressing Me Out!! How do you expect me to get used to him if he HATES ME!? How Do You Expect Me To Be Fine If I Can't Even Trust Any Adult Yet?? I thought he was going to be someone normal! But No! You come ahead and tell me all these warnings and instructions about him as if we're keeping a dangerous ticking time bomb into our house! Honestly how Oblivious did you have to be?? If you can manage taming a Giant Don't Expect Me To Do The Same!!"

This exact moment was Roger's greatest fear. A disagreement between the two of them. He hasn't heard her be this mad since the first time he met her at the park. As she stood there breathing heavily and tears just rushing down her face, he deeply sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Why didn't she say anything?? She knew she could talk to him! She knew he could help! Why did she keep all of this in to then just lash out? "Raven....why? Why didn't you tell me any sooner?" He didn't know if to feel hurt, upset, if not even betrayed, "You could have told me! You had all this time to tell me and yet you decided not to! How many times do I have to keep reminding you that you're Not with them anymore? You know I won't judge you! You know I can do my best to help! I can't read minds, Raven! You have to tell me! You have to trust me! Was it worth it to bottle things up to the point of a panic attack? I'm trying my best to help you both! But I can't do anything if you won't speak! I can't take your emotions into my consideration if you don't tell me what's on your mind!"

Both Daughter and Father where in the right and wrong. Raven knew she had to speak up and couldn't expect him to guess what's going on in her mind; as for Roger, maybe he really should have paid more attention to her odd behaviours. They both went silent, until Raven broke the ice, "I'm...sorry. I didn't know how to tell you. I thought if I did you would have told me that I was being silly! You where so happy to have him I couldn't ruin it for you! You're.. right to be upset at me". He deeply breathed in as he heavily exhaled, "I'm.. not upset. Okay? I'm just... I don't know...I guess I could have given you more support when you actually needed. I shouldn't have expected you to be fine with having a random adult in your ' safe zone '. I believe....I should apologize as well"

What they both failed to realise, is that Victor heard all of it. He secretly followed after Roger when he went to comfort Raven, and over heard everything till the very last part of their conversation. He didn't want to cause such tension between them both. He didn't want to seem like a burden, not again! He just couldn't help but feel that all of this was his fault. He silently walked back downstairs as he sat on the sofa. Fortunately for Roger and Raven, they managed to talk things out and both have went back to their original bond. Now it was time for Roger to go ask Victor his side of the story. Once he arrived he asked if he could sit down, to which Victor replied with a deep hum. He made sure to sit as far as possible from Victor, knowing close boundaries make him uncomfortable. Before he could ask, the Giant chimed in, "I heard what happened between the two of you". He went silent for a moment, "Ah...I see. Did you hear alot?", Victor replied, "enough to know I'm the cause of both your stress". He didn't want it to seem that way, but before he could speak he continued, "Look, what she told you had happened is all true, but I promise I wasn't going to hurt her! Yes I was upset, and she could have atleast asked me! But again, I meant no harm...and I don't hate her either! I'm just... not used to have a kid around me" Roger nodded in response, "and I believe you! And I'm glad that all of this is now cleared out".

But now Victor had an important question to ask, "Say, Roger. What did she mean about her parents? I thought she was an orphan". Both of them wouldn't dare share alot about their past unless they're absolutely comfortable. At this point Roger knew them both like the back of his own hands. Despite their differences, their past where pretty similar. He could feel that somewhere in the future both Raven and Victor would eventually develop a strong bond between them. Roger knew this day might come, so with a deep sigh he obliged to his question, "On behalf of Raven I won't go into details, but she had quite the troubled childhood. You see, the reason she's so scared of you and the cause of her unusual behaviours is all connected to her past. She can barely trust anyone that's older than her. She believes all adults are the same, Awful and Evil. Believe it or not she used to be untrustworthy of me. Now before you say anything else! You're not a burden, Victor. You never where! I just didn't expect her to react like that".

This was quite the shocking surprise for Victor. He never really expected to meet someone else with a difficult childhood, especially someone so young. He will respect the indirect privacy of the girl, but there where a couple of questions he needed to ask. Probably for the first time, Victor decided to inch a bit closer to Roger, yet still keeping space in between, "Forgive me if this is too personal to ask, but has she been... abused?" The blind man knew he might catch on despite the lack of information, "Unfortunately..." He replied with a sad tone. He looked surprised, and asked one last question, "And... neglected?" To which Roger replied, "That as well...". He's still unsure if the girls past is just like his, but he never tought he could relate to her.

He's the way he is due to his past. He's got his own issues to work on, and apperently even her. He wanted to ask more, but that's enough drama for the day, "Thank you for the input I guess...". It now seemed that even he has to act more differently around, until Roger interrupted his toughts as if he was reading his mind, "Despite all that you don't need to act differently. You can just be yourself and take your own time. I've already talked with her and she's doing her best to respect your preferences. But..." He added, "I will ask you a small favour. If she unintentionally makes you mad, try your best to not get too upset at her. I know it's hard but I will be helping out. She's got her own ways of getting to know someone, but I can trust her as well that she won't disturb you too much". Finally things seemed to have settled down. Before he leaves he has a request to ask, "May I speak with the girl?" Roger 'looked' at him, and almost hesitated to give permission, "Just, do take things slow. She should be fine for a chat"

He made his way upstairs to Raven's room. Upon arriving he knocked at the door, and heard her reply on the other side, "Yea? Who is it?" He almost feared to speak, but all he had to do was act casual, "It's me, Victor. I wanted to speak with you". He could almost feel she wouldn't dare letting him back in, but he was shortly proven wrong, "You can come in!" He could hear she was still afraid, but he slowly opened the door and spotted her curled up, sitting on her bed, looking at him with the same fearful expression. His own expression didn't change much either. He made his way to her, idly looked at her bed, "May I...sit?" He directed at the edge of her bed, she took a moment to nod, granting him permission. He did so, but due to his height he couldn't help but sit a bit, awkwardly. He even made sure to keep his distance from her, both for his sake and hers. They both sat there, akward silence filling the air.

Raven couldn't believe the Giant was back in her room, and now just casually sitting on her bed! She wasn't sure if to find his posture amusing or humours since he's ridiculously tall. Victor finally spoke up, "About the Frame. Did you really take it by accident?" The girl didn't talk, but vigorously nodded, "I see.." he replied, "and you where afraid of asking because you tought I would have said No... correct?" Again, she nodded. "As for what happened after....You tought I could have hurt you?" Raven looked at him with a guilty look, facing away, fearing to give any sort of answer either verbally or physically. He took that as a yes. He was thinking of telling her what her father said about her past, but he wanted to let her tell them once she was ready, just like him. For a brief moment he could almost visualise himself when he was younger in Raven's position. Afraid of the one's around them, lost trust from the ones who where supposed to help you grow, fearing the worst at any given moment. It's a nightmare to live in, and he couldn't blame her, "To be honest, I wished you could have atleast asked your father if you where too afraid to directly ask me. We could have avoided all this don't you think?" No reply was made, she just kept looking guilty, knowing he's right. "More Importantly, I never meant to hurt you. I'm trying my best to control my emotions, so if all this time I seemed that I hated you or wanted to harm you, I apologize".

Did she hear him right? He's.. apologizing? Actually, this is the first time she's seen him act...not so angry. For once they're having an actual conversation! "I...do believe you're right. So I apologize as well...and I'm sorry for the frame" she softly spoke back. He just nodded, then got up, and left her room. Guess things are now back to normal, she tought. A few hours later, Victor was in his room reading a book, until a small knock was heard, "Who's there?" He asked, "Um... it's me...Raven...can I please come in?" That's a suprise, for once she actually knocked, he tought. He went to the door and open it up. She walked sideways into his room, avoiding showing her back where she was hiding her hands. He found it unusual, but brushed it off, "Can I help you with anything?" He asked. After a short hesitation Raven spoke up, "The reason I was in your room was because I needed to look at picture frame and....well....I made you this!" She revealed her hands from behind her back, showing a small figurine of an attempted fluffy cat. He crouched down to look at the item closer, "is it a hedgehog?" He genuinely wondered, "No! Can't you see? These are the ears, there are the whiskers, and it's supposed to look fluffy...I made your cat!" Raven almost felt offended that he somehow misjudged her figurine to a hedgehog.

Victor on the other hand actually felt touched to be given a handmade sculpture of his cat Chleo. He slowly reached out to the figurine and picked it up from her hands, inspecting it. Raven was feeling a bit anxious at his reaction, especially since he doesn't show much of it. After a short moment he turned his gaze on her. She slightly flinched, and waited for him to say anything, "Uhh....Thanks..." Is all he said. Well, she didn't really expect much from him anyway. That is until his grumpy expression seemed to be a bit hesitant. He slowly reached his right hand to her, hovering it over her head. She kept her sight locked on his giant hand, and tensed up as he than... Patted her head? It was... gentle, and a bit awkward in movement. Upon looking at Victor he seemed a bit awkward as well, curling up his hand away as if he was embarrassed of what he just did. She took that as a sign to leave him be, "Well! I hope you like it" she exclaimed with a very nervous smile, "Umm...see ya!" And instantly bolted out of his room at the end of her sentence. She was in utter disbelief, the Giant was actually capable of affection! It's just hidden very very... very deep. She had to go tell Roger about it!

After the little girl left, Victor took another look at the little figurine. After what had happened, she still managed to face him again, and she didn't even stutter once. It was clear that this was no normal house hold. A blind man that seems to do the impossible at times, a little girl who would show kindness to anyone she deems likeable, and a Giant trying to fit back into life. He placed the clay figurine right next to his Frame, and tought to himself, "Things are definitely getting interesting from now on".

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Annd it's done! 😃

Obviously there's more to come, but I'm very proud of this one. Yes I might have got carried away with the drama, but I felt it was needed at some point, and also it didn't end on a bad note either!

I really want to thank Horrorartist23 for their help regarding Victor's character. Couldn't have done it without your help. Thank you❤️❤️❤️

Roger Willington and Victor Bellman belong to @horrorartist23

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

I Got You

Quinn Fabray x Reader

Footsteps echo through the near empty school halls as Quinn rushes through. She was done with everyone around her. Her idiot boyfriend, her idiot baby daddy, her idiot nemesis who insists on being "nice" to her. Hell, she was done with the baby growing in her belly, but she couldn't run away from that.

Finn had just found out that he wasn't the baby's father and pitched a fit. He and Puck fought, everyone looked at her with pity and she just couldn't deal with it anymore. So she ran.

The blonde managed to find an empty classroom and settled herself into a corner. The tears she was holding back finally fell on her face as she began to sob quietly. Her life was spiraling downwards and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

After a moment, her cries subsided. When she moved to wipe her tears, Quinn was startled by a handkerchief in front of her. Following the line of sight, her hazel eyes met yours.

Quinn hadn't realized that you were in the classroom since she just rushed in. She scared you, but it felt awkward for you to say anything while she was crying. You figured you'd have to get it over with anyway and make yourself known.

Her eyes narrowed at you. Quinn was used to people having ulterior motives. You just smiled in response and gestured to the handkerchief again. Once she took it, you backed up.

"Didn't mean to intrude." You bowed your head slightly. "I was here when you came in. Figured this was the least awkward way of popping up." Turning away, you start packing your thing. "I'll leave you alone though."

"Wait." You turned back to the blonde at her command. "How do I know you're not going to tell anyone about this?" A frown pulled at your lips. Sure, Quinn's fall from grace was well known throughout the school, but what more could you do to her? And for what reason?

"How would that help me? I've got no stake here. I'm a nobody." You walk up to her and kneel down to her level. "Besides, I'm not gonna kick a person when they're down. You've been through enough. Lemme be the person who's nice to you just because." You shrug with a lopsided smile. "So, if you need anything from me, I got you."

You stand once more and finally leave, letting Quinn have her moment alone. But she wasn't crying anymore. In fact, her heart stuttered at the sincerity you emitted. She wasn't entirely sure if she fell just a little in love with a stranger or not.

-----+++++-----

As the week progressed, Quinn kept finding you in the crowds. It was like her eyes were automatically drawn to you when you were in the vicinity. She even realized that you shared a few classes with her. In her observations, Quinn realized why you never stood out. You kept your head down. You spoke when only spoken to in class. You seemed to weave through the crowd with ease. It was fascinating.

It was one of these moments in observation that led to your next encounter. Quinn was watching you at your locker when a few jocks surrounded her. She only took notice once they blocked her view.

"Lookit the fallen princess, fellas. Daydreaming about your throne?" The boys laughed, drawing attention. "Y'know, we should baptize her into her new position as the Loser Princess." One of them stroked his chin in thought. "But with what?"

The jocks shared sinister grins as they each revealed large cups in their hands. Quinn braced herself for the slushie attack knowing full well she was trapped. As the boys reared their arms back, she closed her eyes, only to feel a body press her against the wall and cover her.

Within a short span of time, you somehow made your way between the jocks before their attack launched. You used your slightly larger frame to cover Quinn and take the full brunt of the slushie assault. The boys laugh, not caring that someone else got slushied, only that someone did.

"HAH! Looks like the princess found a knight in slushied armor!" Guffaws echoed the hallway as the jocks leave, high-fiving each other.

You wipe the cold beverage off your face before turning to Quinn. "Hey, you ok? They didn't get you, did they?" The blonde only shook her head, staring at you in disbelief. You respond with a grin.

That snapped Quinn out of her stupor. She grabbed your wrist to pull you into the nearest bathroom. "C'mon. Let's get that stuff off before it stains your skin."

While your t-shirt was beyond saving, you were lucky enough to have a flannel shirt around your waist to wear in lieu of it. Thankfully, it took minimal slushie damage. Quinn helped to clean off the remnants of red dye off of your skin, paper towels piling in the trash can.

"You didn't have to do that, you know." Her hazel eyes stared right into yours. She had been wiping down your face and now held it still. "I've been slushied before. And now you're a target by association. It's only gonna happen more often."

A smile spreads on your face as you take her hands in yours. "I wasn't gonna let that pretty dress get ruined." A gentle squeeze of the hands. "Besides, I don't care about getting an icy facial. I'll bring spare clothes and a towel. You and your safety though? I care about." Quinn takes an unconscious step towards you.

"But why?"

You shrug, tucking the blonde's hair behind her ear.

"I feel like it. I don't know why, but I'm drawn to you. And not just cuz you're stunning." Quinn ducks her head at the compliment. You give her a moment before tilting her head back up by the chin.

"It's gonna be a rough ride in the coming months. I'll help however I can." Before Quinn could protest, you shushed her. "I mean it. If you really wanna pay me back, you can find a way, but I'm not asking for anything. Like I said before, I got you."

Quinn was overwhelmed with emotion. Maybe it was the baby hormones, but she felt such a swell of gratitude towards you. Without thinking, she leans in and gives you a quick peck on the lips. It surprised the both of you, but you recover almost immediately.

"Well, I guess that's a start." You grin, only to have Quinn push your face away, mainly due to her own embarrassment.

"C'mon. Let's get out of here before we're late for class."

She takes your hand to lead you out and doesn't let go until you absolutely had to part ways.

[lost-between-letters]

I Got You

Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader (she/her)

Requested by: anon

Word Count: 664

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, mentions of harassment, mentions of a shitty boss

Summary: long day n hugs from Jack. That's it, that's the fic

A/N: it's Wings Wednesday!! And I actually posted something today!!

There was exactly one thing that got Y/N through the day. Kept the smile on her face - a shield against adults having a temper tantrum because of a messed up order (by themselves) - kept her hands from shaking when she pushed the sleazy fingers from her hips.

Jack promised to come over tonight. After her shift at the restaurant.

She had planned the whole night; first, she would pick up some take out on her way home, then she would shower and just barely have the time to get dressed and feel more like herself and then, finally, Jack would be there. They would he having lots of fun. Y/N promised herself that.

But as most things went, nothing happened according to plan.

When the front door closed behind her, it was approximately an hour later than she wanted it to be and her face was already hot from yet unshed tears.

A first sob bubbled up.

"Baby?"

Y/N jumped, hand clutching her keys.

But it was only Jack.

Sweet Jack, coming closer with hesitant steps, eyebrows furrowed in concern. He held out a hand as if he wasn't sure if he was allowed to touch. "What's wrong?"

"I-" Y/N took a shaky breath, "it's - all those people - and-"

It was no use. Her throat was closing up again as the sneer of her boss replayed itself, his angry shouts echoing in her skull, rattling it from the inside. Y/N could still feel the hungry eyes burning her skin.

She couldn't take it, it was too much, but she needed the money and what was a hand up her skirt, really, it wasn't like it actually got bad bad -

"Y/N, please look at me." Jack still wasn't touching her. Just standing, hand extended palm upwards like one would do with a shy animal.

And she couldn't take it anymore. She needed him to comfort her, it was scary. Like a physical ache underneath her skin that only Jack could calm with his presence. His warm hands, his soft clothes, his careful words.

For once, Y/N gave in.

As soon as their eyes met, something inside of her loosened. A little bit like a knife being pulled out of a bleeding cut.

She all but fell forward, lucky enough to be caught.

"I got you," Jack whispered.

And he did. His arms around her waist were an anchoring weight, his body pressed close to hers seemingly the only solid, the only real thing in the world.

Then, completely unexpectedly, something else was placed around her body. At first, Y/N thought it was a blanket.

But it couldn't be, there was no room for Jack to have grabbed one. It was not as substantial as a blanket either. A warm whisper of light, of something incredibly soft and sheltering encased her.

With a start that stopped the tears for just a second, she realised what it was. Jack's wings.

It felt like a hug in a hug and at the same time like something sacred. Something Y/N had to savour.

"It's okay," Jack shushed her, his hands drawing circles on her back.

She hadn't even noticed that she was crying again, harder than before. Only when Y/N heard her own ugly sobs, she could start to get them under control. It was harder than she expected. "I'm sorry, I'm-"

"Shh." He merely pressed her closer, one hand on the back of her neck now.

So Y/N listened. Too tired to complain, really, too mentally drained. It felt good too, being held like that.

"You're gonna be okay."

Comforted, wrapped in safety, wrapped in Jack, Y/N allowed herself a few more moments of weakness.

He held her through it, only disturbance was the few moves he needed to maneuver them to the ground. His arms and wings remained tightly wrapped around her as Jack pulled her against his chest and in his lap.

With his steady heartbeat anchoring her, Y/N could finally breathe again.

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[miyacreampie]

Lenny sensei's night class has begun!~♡

“Senpai~♡”

synopsis 💭;; Tanaka gets jealous bc some bitch talking to his man.

note 🖋️;; IT TOOK A WHOLE FUCKIN WEEK TO WRITE THIS. WHY DOES WORK ALWAYS PREVENT ME FROM DOING THE THINGS I LIKE? WHAT THE ACTUAL FU- by the way, ‘Isayama Misaki’ is based off of some asswipe I used to know- also, I ran out of ideas at the end, so it kinda cuts of lf at the good part. I apologize to the anon that requested this.

Requested by anon ♡

Male pronouns used

Tanaka wasn't a jealous man. Or at least he'd like to think so.

(Y/n) was pretty popular around campus, so it wasn't a surprise to see a few fangirls here or there. It kinda reminded him of Oikawa—except (Y/n) didn't exactly pay his fangirls any attention. (And he didn't have an ass as flat as printer paper.) But did that stop them from trying to get into his pants? No.

In all honesty, Ryu felt lucky that he had someone like (Y/n) as a boyfriend, although he didn't like the fangirls—who paid him no mind whenever they were together. It annoyed him that they kept surrounding (Y/n) who clearly wanted nothing to do with them, begging him for dates, one night stands, anything.

To say that Tanaka was mildly uncomfortable was an understatement.

🌇🌇

Today was a bit different. Instead of a crowd of women rushing towards (Y/n), it was just one—; Misaki Isayama. The woman (almost) every guy considered perfect. This was...manageable, but what did she want? Well—at least it was only one girl. He had only woken up a little over an hour ago, and wasn't exactly ready for his simps just yet.

“(L/n)-chan, can you help me study for the science exam that's coming up?”

“Just because you're my upperclassman, doesn't mean you can call me that.” (Y/n) said quietly, rubbing his eyes, then yawning. “I'm on my way to the lecture hall though, so maybe after that? I should be fully awake by then..”

Misaki smiled and nodded her head. “It's a date!”

“No. No it's not.”

🏙️🏙️

Tanaka let (Y/n) lean on him during the lecture. That turned into one sided cuddling from the sleepy man. Ryu thought it was cute how (Y/n) always clung to him when he was sleepy. He was a little sad when (Y/n) fully awoke, and let him go, but it was for the best.

“Oh, Ryu-san. I'm tutoring the rumored ‘perfect woman’, and it's gonna be awkward with just the two of us, so can y—”

“You headin to the library? I was on my way there anyway. I'll join ya.”

The (h/c) haired man nodded, and they both walked all the way to the other side of the schoolyard to the library building. Tanaka even held (Y/n)'s hand to flex on the girls they passed by. Some of the girls were noticeably annoyed or a little angry, which pleased him.

When they finally arrived, Misaki was standing by the door. Upon seeing Ryu, she scowled. But it was only for a second.

“Ah, (L/n)-kun..who's this?”

(Y/n) smiled, oblivious to Misaki and Tanaka glaring at each other. Needless to say, the intense atmosphere went right over his head. “This is my boyfriend..Tanaka. He'll be joining us if that's okay.”

“‘Perfect woman’ my ass..the only ‘perfect woman’ I know is Kiyoko-san.” Tanaka mumbled under his breath. (Y/n) may not have known, but Misaki and Tanaka were always competitive with each other. Other times he wouldn't have cared, but now that (Y/n) is what he's fighting for, he wasn't gonna back down.

“Oh, it's fine.” Misaki said through gritted teeth.

🏙️🏙️

Isayama and Tanaka were left sitting at a table alone, while (Y/n) searched for the science books. They sat in complete silence, but it was almost as if you could hear their thoughts—mentally arguing with one another.

(Y/n) returned with three books, seating himself between Isayama and Ryu. “Okay! Let's get started!”

***

As (Y/n) went on explaining the laws of physics (because Tetsurou used to tutor him), Misaki and Tanaka continued their epic staring battle. The battle ended once they noticed that (Y/n) had stopped talking. He was chewing his tongue in thought, trying to figure out how to pronounce a word.

Misaki didn't notice, but (Y/n) had gone from physics, to microbiology. In less than five minutes.

“Something wrong?”

“How do you say this word again..?” The (e/c) eyed man pointed to a bolded word in the textbook, leaning back a bit so the other two could see.

A suffocating silence reigned over the three of them, but only for about three seconds.

Isayama squinted a bit before she spoke. “Endothelial?”

“Oh yeah. Thanks, senpai.”

Isayama smiled smugly at Ryuunosuke. The said man had a visible tick mark (💢) on the side of his head, symbolizing his annoyance. Tanaka only wanted (Y/n) to call him ‘senpai’—even if they were the same age (if not, then (Y/n) might be older). It made him feel like he was a dependable upperclassman, maybe even a bit turned on in certain situations. But hearing (Y/n) call someone else senpai..made him a little sad.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone vibrating. As Tanaka reached into his pocket to get his phone, he caught (Y/n) putting his own phone in his jacket pocket. Tanaka turned on his phone to see a message from (Y/n) in his recent notifications.

Pretty boy💖: Go to the bathroom. I'll join you later.

Although he was a bit confused, he got up from his chair. “‘M gonna go take a leak.” Ryu said as he started to make his way towards the men's restroom.

Almost five minutes pass before (Y/n) goes into the bathroom after Tanaka, telling Misaki that he was checking on him. As soon as (Y/n) had passed the first bathroom stall, he was yanked into the second one, the door locking almost immediately after it shut behind him. He wasn't given any time to react before he felt a familiar pair of soft lips violently smash against his own. (Not violent enough to make his mouth bleed or anything. Chill.)

A heated battle for dominance arose between the two, (Y/n) quickly taking the lead as he gently bit Ryu's lip.

They didn't want this to end, but eventually Tanaka had to break the kiss because he couldn't breathe. He stood there, breathless in his boyfriend's arms, not wanting (Y/n) to let go.

“Ryuunosuke..” Tanaka flinched upon his first name being said—even though (Y/n) said it many times before. His reaction brought a smile to (Y/n)'s face. “I love you~..” He said, drawing out the three words in a sing-song voice.

Ryu felt his legs getting weak, and held onto (Y/n) for dear life. (Somewhat out of fear that he might fall.) He wasn't actually feeling like this because of three words...right? “Babe..am I supposed to be kinda horny right now?” It was a bit of a strange question, but hey, it never hurts to ask.

(Y/n) chuckled. “Well, yeah. I might have to carry you out of here once we're done.” His warm smile from earlier didn't falter as he spoke.

‘How can he say something like that so casually? If I say something like that, I'd get d–’ Ryu's thoughts were snapped away when he felt his chest touch the stall divider and his pants being pulled down. He let out a soft moan as (Y/n) stroked him through his boxers.

🏙️

‘What the hell is taking them so long?!’ Isayama got up from where she sat, and went to the men's bathroom. There wasn't anyone around, so no one would see her going in. She opened the first stall's door. ‘If they ditched me, I swear to go–’

“W-Wait, (Y/n)!~ Haa!~♡”

“Geez senpai, you're so wet inside~..♡”

Misaki froze. She couldn't be sure that it was (Y/n) and Tanaka in there—but those were definitely Tanaka's pants hanging over the second stall's door. Now she felt more..curious than angry. Isayama slipped into the first stall, carefully and quietly closing the door behind her, and slowly locking it so it didn't make noise.

Ryu tried to keep his breathing steady as (Y/n) fucked him with his fingers—even though that did absolutely nothing to help his current situation. Hell, he couldn't even process words anymore. The only actual word he could say was his boyfriend's name. He eventually remembered how to speak after about two minutes of being finger-fucked.

He wanted to sound more demanding, but his voice came out more whiny than what he'd have liked it to. “Fuck me already..ya fuckin– Hng!~” It may have been that he couldn't process it, or that (Y/n) had moved at the speed of sound, but Tanaka wasn't able to register how fast (Y/n) pulled his fingers out, and shoved his cock into his still tight hole. He wanted to say something, but all that came out was a choked whine.

“You were saying?~♡” (Y/n) asked, though it sounded more like a demand than a question.

Tanaka wasn't given a chance to answer due to (Y/n) ruthlessly fucking the poor man senseless. His loud whines and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, much to (Y/n)'s pleasure. He wanted everyone to know that he was a taken man. He wanted everyone on campus to hear Ryuunosuke's pleasurable cries.

Hearing the two men fucking in the next stall turned Isayama on to no end. (Even though it was more of (Y/n)'s voice that made her wet.) But she resisted touching herself because she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she masturbated to her rival getting fucked. (A kinda stupid reason, but okay.)

“Fu–fuck, (Y/n)!~ So good..it feels so good!~” Ryu babbled, the words almost incoherent as he attempted to push back against his boyfriend's cock. “More!~ Give me more!~♡” He begged, voice broken and choking on his own breath.

The (e/c) eyed man didn't say a word. As his senpai had politely asked of him, (Y/n) drove his cock so deep into Tanaka that the said man let out the loudest drawn out moan (Y/n) had ever heard from him. If it weren't for the cum spewing from the teary eyed man, (Y/n) would've thought he had hurt his lover. He wasn't entirely sure until he felt Ryu continue to push back against him, desperate for more friction.

“Aww..you're so cute when you act like a bitch in heat, senpai~..♡”

He only got a choked whine in response.

“I'm pretty close anyway..do you want it inside?~♡” (Y/n) asked, pulling the shaky man up to his chest. Again, only a whine. (Y/n) parted Ryu's lips with his fingers, those fingers soon being coated in saliva. “Use your words~..”

Finally, Tanaka spoke, despite his unintentional dry heaving. “Fuck me- please~..”

“As you wish~♡” (Y/n) almost whispered, gripping Tanaka's cock firmly, earning another broken moan from the said man. “You're the only person I'd fuck like this, you know that, right?” He said, as he rubbed the shorter man's stomach.

“Y-Yeah..that makes me happy~..”

Lmao this was like- 80% highschool drama (in a college setting), and the remaining 20% being me getting horny for no reason. Also, I'm aware this made no sense. None of the stuff I write makes sense. :)

The class session is now over!~♡

[ratective]

i really hope op doesn't hate me for this but since im bored and pearlnet is my nr 1 favorite ship i'd like to take issue with some of the points op made (for no reason other than clarifying some things!!)

garnet is her own person... but not ruby and sapphire's relationship?? i'm so happy someone is finally elaborating on that because people often misinterpret that but garnet totally is her own being! that's why she wasn't introduced as 'that fusion character' from the beginning - to show the viewer shes not two minds sharing one body, but just herself, just garnet, with her own personality, wants and desires! the issue here is that she IS, in fact, also the manifestation of ruby and sapphire's relationship; THAT'S fusion! she personifies the combined strengths and weaknesses their relationship is build upon. she's NOT the two of them, rather a third being, 'an experience', a physical representation of their love and everything that it consists of! and that's okay! it should be acknowledged while ALSO not being a reason to erase garnet's own identity. op points out that "people are often fixated on the fact that shes a fusion" which leads them to drawing the wrong conclusions and i couldn't agree more

the plot holes and contradictions i wholeheartedly agree that there are many fields on which we as viewers are left in the dark about (bc of scheduling, the network being an ass etc) but in some examples given by op it can be often the issue of interpretation (and a lot is left up for that in su, lets be ffr) and also bad writing 😬 in episode 'love letters' the 'three's a crowd' joke has become some sort of rope people cling onto when trying to deny garnet's ability to date... i guess lmao? i feel, personally, this being written as garnet's line does nothing but a huge disservice to her character. many people took that the wrong way and went ha! this means garnet's TWO gems and THEY don't want to date anyone! op already did great explaining how garnet isn't just ruby and sapphire in a trench coat so i'm not gonna parrot them lol in addiction to this, steven saying that "garnet already is IN a relationship" feels more like bad writing. sure, a kid may not fully grasp what garnet, a fusion fully is, even if it doesn't make sense since he'd fused before himself. after "jailbreak" so many aspects of garnet's character has been reduced to being a fusion and many jokes regarding this, while otherwise cute, enforce the notion that this is ALL there is to her character now! regarding the contradictions, while there probably are some, i don't think its the case here. "love at first sight doesn't exist" DOES apply to ruby and sapphire, too! they weren't immediately in love with each other - they had to learn that, they had to make an effort. in "the answer" the two of them go on this magical self-exploration journey while sightseeing the planet. while we don't know how long did it take exactly, only after that are they ready to TRY and fuse again, for themselves, not an immediate emergency situation. by this they prove that fusion can be something more than just a fighting tactic - they didn't fuse to fight or protect themselves anymore - they did it because they loved being together, they loved being garnet, and garnet loved being herself. they probably didn't LOVE each other then still! love is a process and what the answer showed us, is that they wanted to indulge that process and they made the effort. jamie didn't - that's what garnets talking about in 'love letters'.

the rose slander :( i cant stand by a fellow pearlnet fan calling rose "a big child that hardly knew much about love" PLS i think rose was full of love! she had love for pearl, she had love for the planet, she had love for garnet and the crystal gems. sapphire later realizes that they weren't following rose...rose was following them! she was ENAMORED by their courage and care for one another! she was enamored by pearl's boldness that came out when she was around rose. rose learned to hate the pink diamond part of herself because she saw how everyone regarded pink, she saw how the diamonds treated her as pink. pink reminded her of homeworld customs, pearl, garnet and the cgs reminded her how freeing throwing these customs out of the window was! she was full of love for the planet and for garnet or pearl...that's why she wanted to go through with the rebellion! that's why she encouraged garnet to live as herself - she saw her as this beautiful manifestation of everything homeworld hated - love, courage, individuality <3 i REALLY hope you don't take it the wrong way op, i'm so thrilled to see someone make a case for my otp and i would LOVE for you to talk about your next points!! lots of love!!

Why is Pearlnet okay and it's not problematic part 1

[awesomeanimelover39]

Hi againnn!!! Hope you're having a great day!

Can I request for Ikemen Revolution Headcanons Black and Red Army reaction if MC outsmarts them in strategy???

Thank you very much!

Yay!! (sorry this took so long, I have no excuse) When you say strategy, I'm going to assume you meant like a game? If you want something else, let me know and I'll do that as well. (Red Army under the cut)

Requested by @revolutionmc

Ikemen Rev Armies if MC Outsmarts them in Chess

Black Army

Ray Blackwell:

When you challenged him, he didn't miss the glint in your eyes

He sensed a t r a p

But he played along because he was interested to see your skillset

It took you about as long as you though to beat him

It wasn't easy, but it wasn't enough to make you sweat

He's very impressed with you

Ray shook your hand after the game and was about to stand up with a look of defeat when you pulled him back down

You wanted him to buy you ice cream as a reward??

Fine~ you deserved it

He wants to learn from you, perhaps this will help him in the future against Fenrir...

Sirius Oswald:

The fact you were able to find a time when he wasn't lecturing the children soldiers is incredible all on its own

He wasn't surprised when you won quickly

This was something you had told him before you were good at

He challenges you a second time a week later for fun

You gave him pointers on his game and he greatly appreciated it

It was calming to listen to you explain something he knew you were a genius at

He finds someone with a big brain attractive

He also finds someone who understands the battle side of his life a good partner

Luka Clemence:

He only played because you begged him

At some point he couldn't take your puppy eyes anymore and gave in

He isn't ashamed to lose to you

It's better than losing to someone who's bad with strategy games like chess

You honestly went easy on him, but didn't have the heart to tell him that

What you did notice though, was how his strategic thinking was strong yet emotional

When you told him that, he suddenly became very aware of how good at strategy and observation you really were

You're kinda scaring him now

Seth Hyde:

You wanna play chess? Sure ☆

He was actually really good at it

He finds your shocked face cute

But minutes after saying that, he was forced to eat his words when you won and he made the same face

He wonders where on earth you learned to get that good?!

He listens to you as you tell him where you learnt and how much you've played before

Although he's shocked, seeing your strengths and interests makes him feel closer to you

He's honoured to have lost to his MC

Fenrir Godspeed:

*Maniacal laugh*

Now this should be interesting

He's beat you many times before this

Why. is. he. so. GOOOOOOD.

This time however, was different

You had been practicing more and more and reminding yourself of your own tactics

Watching you two play each other looks like a true battle

You're both intense and serious for longer than both of you can remember

It had gotten down to almost calling a draw when you saw it: your chance

Upon winning you stood up and screamed in victory loud enough that Sirius came running in the room

Fenrir claps and laughs while you bow/curtsey and stick your tongue out at him

You both play each other many times after that

He is having way too much fun, and so are you

Both happy you've finally met your match

Red Army

Lancelot Kingsley:

He always enjoys spending time with you, even if you're twitching with fierce competition

You weren't the least bit surprised he was good at this

He was the leader of an army after all he had better be good at strategy

Winning almost shocked you the first time

You actually challenged him a few more times just to make sure you weren't lucky

He didn't like you flaunting how good you were at this game, but he is impressed by your abilities

Low-key though it was hot

Jonah Clemence:

You were a little afraid to challenge him

You knew him to be a mean winner when it came to childish things, but he was an even worse loser

You were sure you were gonna win from the start

His first move was not strong enough and you already had the game in the bag

After kicking his butt, he said nothing

He huffed and spun away from you

But you did hear a small whisper of praise from him

After fifteen seconds of silence he turned back and thrust his pointer finger at you screaming

"I CHALLENGE YOU TO ANOTHER GAME OF CHESS"

Dramatic much

You won again

He doesn't mind losing to you, but could you PLEASE let him win in front of King Lancelot???

lol no ❤️

Edgar Bright:

Another one you were afraid to play

But this was because of a more... sinister reason

You were scared he was gonna kill you if you won

When you admitted that he chuckled and placed his hand on your head promising that wouldn't happen

What was unclear was whether he was saying he wouldn't kill you or that you wouldn't win

After winning you slowly pulled his king off the board before making eye-contact with him

He had the same unreadable smile on his face but his hand reached across the board and shook yours

In reality he was just messing with you, he liked how you were brave enough to show him your true strength, and also the fact you were making the face of a doe about to run from a predator

You should challenge him again, he's like a computer; slowly learning from every move you make

Play him too many times however, and you'll find you can't win anymore

Kyle Ash:

Why would you want to play chess?

This seems like something that could put him to sleep quickly

But since he can tell it means a lot, he agrees to play ONE game

He lost fast. Very fast.

Fast enough that you had to ask him if he was faking it so he could stop playing

He swore that wasn't it, he just wasn't very good

When you blushed and asked if he wanted some help, he wasn't so sure at first

But the fact that you would be near him sounded good

What he didn't expect was to actually learn a lot from you and like the game a lot more

Maybe he wouldn't mind playing again some time

Zero:

He actually asked you to play

He had heard heard you brag of your skills before

He just wanted to see this for himself

He was good, but, not good enough ;)

Upon losing he smiled and looked at you with awe in his eyes

He asked you to challenge the other and prayed you would beat them too

He cheered you on quietly each time

You literally couldn't be any more attractive to him right now

You were focused and confident

He honestly could watch you play for hours

[bluecookies02]

Dabi x Reader x Hawks

It was always the three of us-NSFW

summary: DabiHawks is already established and the two of them are dating. You've been their best friend for years and them getting together feels like two heartbreaks at once. But- Take a guess man I dunno...I'm under the impression tht they like you too🤷‍♀️

❗️warnings❗️: slight angst (only the begging, your heart will be fine I promise), eating out, threesome, double penetration, creampie, praise...sex?

word count: 3k

Edited 13. January 2021

You're sick of it.

There's always a bittersweet taste on your tongue when the three of you hang out now.

Nothing really changed if you were trying to look at it objectively.

They still talked to you like before.

Invited you over, chilled with you, fuck even watched movies and cuddled with you.

Yet there was a string being pulled at your heart every time they kissed in front of you, held hands, whispered to each other...

You were watching a stupid comedy, your eyes blankly looking at the screen while you tried not to focus on the way their fingers tangled together, drawing small circles over each other's knuckles as they laughed at the screen.

Their hands were on the pillow that was placed in your lap, your small form in between them.

You try to focus back on the movie, ignoring the sound of cloud nine laughter that filled your ears.

You missed half of the scenes already, you can't make yourself watch it at this point, so you zone out again, falling down the rabbit hole you always find yourself in.

"Songbird, everything alright?" Keigo's worried voice snaps your attention back to reality, his brows furrowed as he stares at your glistening eyes. You don't know how much time passed but you didn't know you were so close to crying until his voice snapped you out of it.

Dabi's hands find purchase of your cheek, turning your face to him so that he could see what made Hawks turn off the TV.

You're met with blue eyes, a look of utter concern causing your skin to crawl, making it hard to fight the urge to punch something, anything.

"Talk to us doll, you know we're here" your heart shatters in pieces, hot tears piling up until they began to freely fall down your face, your fists clutching the pillow, your knuckles turning white.

They've seen you cry many times before, both of their arms flying around you to hold you tight, but your arms pushed and nagged at theirs, your small body shaking and kicking them away.

The fucking nicknames, the closeness of their bodies made you feel like you were suffocating, finally being able the breathe once they let go and you ended up on your feet.

You took a large gulp of air. You've practiced this. Replayed the sentence over and over until you learned how to say it even through tears. At this point, you couldn't keep stitching your heart up every time you spent time with then.

"I can't hang out with you guys anymore" it felt like a weight being lifted off your shoulders until you looked back at them. You're gonna do this and then cry when you get back home. You got this.

"What the fuck? Why?" Dabi was the first one to speak, standing up and coming closer to you until you stepped away.

He grits his teeth and stays in place, Keigo's fingers pulling the hem of his sleeves to let you have your space.

"I...I think we at least deserve an explanation...yeah?" Keigo's broken voice surged through the room, Dabi's hand reaching out to his in an act of comfort.

Your eyes burned through their hands but you nodded nonetheless.

"After I say this I don't want to hear a word from any of you. Not a single one of pity or comfort or any of that." they hesitantly agreed, Hawks pulling Dabi back on the couch.

You began nervous laughing ,fighting the new wave of tears as you opened your mouth to speak.

"So. Haha...fuck...I'm in love with you guys. Fucking hilarious right" your forced laughter burned their ears, making them cringe.

"It was a really great time for a long while wasn't it?" you joked, clapping your hands together and squinting your eyes. You have no idea who you'll be without them, but you'll have to find out.

Two pairs of arms tackled you, almost making you fall to the floor, your feet losing balance as they held you up. You want to fight, yet you know you can't win, so your body settles for shutting down, you're ears buzzing and doing their best to cancel out any words they're about to let out.

"You're the dumbest bitch I know" Dabi mumbled into your hair, pulling you into his chest as Keigo's hands stayed on your hips. "You're such an idiot" Dabi lets out again, soothingly petting your back in an effort to calm you down.

You were a mess, mumbling confused nonsense, almost offended until Hawks reached for your chin, turning your head to him and smashing his lips against yours.

"It was always the three of us wasn't it doll?" Dabi questioned, pushing Keigo's face away and kissing you deeply.

Hawks tried to act annoyed for a second, fluffing his feathers and puffing up his cheeks before a smile fought onto his lips.

Your brain was running laps against your skull, everything feeling dizzy as you gripped at the hem of their shirts.

Dabi finally pulled away, his mouth hanging open as he caught his breath.

You thought about this possibility every passing second of your days, a small part of you hoping for something you deemed irrational. Yet it made sense, their hot breaths against your neck and airy laughs against your skin sending goosebumps all over to your tippy toes.

"Be ours, songbird" you only managed to nod, hiding your face in your hands as now happy tears welled up.

Two hot mouths kissed your knuckles, moving your fingers aways and pecking both of your cheeks and eyelids. You open your eyes, blinking the tears away.

A pair of red wings wrapped around all three of you, squeezing and flapping excitedly. They talked about this, dreamed about this, hell they won't go to the extent that they fantasized about you, and they are so mad that you had to go through this before they gathered the balls to do something about it.

You watched the two kiss sweetly, squishing you between them. A quiet moan leaves your lips when you see Dabi reaching a hand around Keigo's neck, his large palm plastered over his throat, his fingertips lightly pressing down when Hawks tried to pull away.

Your body shivered, your arms lending up to tug at the hero's hair, feasting on the small pants that left his lips when you latched onto his neck. He doesn't know whose lips he would rather chase as both of you move away.

Dabi fights against the wings, glaring at Keigo to let both of you go.

When he reluctantly complies, Dabi is quick to pick you up and drape you over his shoulder, smacking your ass and chuckling when he hears your scream. It certainly lightens the mood.

Hawks follows behind the two of you, skipping steps and closing the door behind Dabi when he enters the bedroom. He's like an overgrown puppy, excitedly waiting for a treat.

Your back hits the cushion, the villain's shirt being stripped off him by Keigo's rushing hands.

You're already rubbing your thighs together, mouth-watering as you catch a glimpse of his abs.

You don't have that much time to enjoy the view, since his hands are on you in seconds, gripping at the hem of your sweater. You sit up, raising your arms to help him out, your shirt following suit and flying to the floor carelessly. The blonde kneels on the bed, joining Dabi.

Heated hands cup your breasts kneading at the flesh while his mouth latches onto your nipple.

Hawks scoffs at his greedy boyfriend, lowering himself to your neck, mouthing at the skin as your body jolts after a particularly rough bite to your flesh. Keigo is definitely the gentle one, kissing your skin and humming softly while he takes his sweet time with you.

"He's going too fast isn't he little birdie?"

You're not sure if you can answer it...it's too much of both fast and slow, your nerves getting the best of you as he waits for your response .

Hawks gets it, he does...but he still wants to give an option of slowing down, tangling his fingers in his boyfriends hair and pulling him away only slightly.

Dabi's pierced tongue lolls out, giving a teasing flick at your hardening nub, followed by more as he swirls it around, grinning and looking up at you. The contrast of the hot tip of his tongue and the metal sending your brain into an overdrive.

He's still held back by Keigo, but he doesn't fight the pull, instead he finds himself unbearably hard from being bossed around like this.

You pull him back by the nape of his neck, Hawks' grip loosening so that you can stuff his mouth full of your plump flesh.

That is enough of an answer to him.

Keigo's fingers trail your stomach, ghosting over your belly before going to the buttons of your pants. He waits for a few moments, leaning his forehead against yours, pecking your lips before moving in between your legs.

Once you lightly nod, he unbuttons them with ease, moving down to pull them off your legs.

You look down at Dabi, eyeing the numerous hickeys on your tits. He looks up, darting his tongue out and licking over the bruised marks, smirking when you swallow over the lump in your throat. Your skin there is now mostly purple and red, some patches even grazed with small specks of blood threatening to seep out.

You hear a ruffle of feathers, a blush plastered across Keigo's cheeks as he inches his hand closer to your panties. He can see how wet you are, the material sopping up your arousal. His touch is gentle but heavenly good, his fingers gliding between your clothed folds.

Keigo's free hand grips the bulge in his pants, trying to ease some of the pressure by pressing on it.

Dabi moves to sit behind you, spreading his legs for your tiny form and pulling you against his chest. He had his fill for now and he wants to watch the show. He knows Hawks looks pretty with his mouth full.

He lifts you up so that the hero can slip the panties off, sitting you back down and spreading your legs once the layer isn't in the way anymore.

Cold air hits your exposed heat, your pussy clenching around nothing. You would be ashamed if you didn't hear the low growl coming from Hawks as he settled his face between your thighs. You smell fucking delicious, blood rushing to his ears as he takes a look at your sex.

His wings tighten against his back before spreading  out when he takes the first lick. You lean all of your weight onto Dabi when Keigo's hands dig into the back of your thighs, opening them out as he starts lapping at your cunny.

Dabi's breath hits your ear, a shudder rumbling through his chest when your pliant body humps against the blonde's tongue. His large hands snake up to play with your breasts, kneading the tortured nub between his fingers as he ghosts over the marks he left on you.

Turning your head to him, you pull him in a kiss, moaning when Keigo circles two digits over your sex.

You impatiently wiggle your hips to push them in, combing your fingers into his hair to will him on.

Dabi's arm is now securely wrapped around your belly, holding you tight while he explores your mouth, his piercing clicking against your teeth.

You taste like everything he needs and more, his bulge throbbing in his sweats and against your body, impatient to finally have you.

"Hawks." his voice is stern but begging, urging his boyfriend to stretch you out already.

You're already so wet, and the two digits slip in and out with ease, your juices gushing in Keigo's palm all while his tongue doesn't stop swirling at your clit.

Dabi impatiently slips his cock out of his sweats, raising you up to push against Kei's fingers.

Hawks scolds him, but pulls out nonetheless, guiding Dabi's length over your slit, silking him up in his own spit. You mewl when he prodes at your entrance, biting your lip as you wait for the stretch.

It burns, but you feel so heavenly full, His large cock pushing to the hilt in one slow thrust, His tip fitting snuggly against your cervix.

Dabi's breathing is ragged and heavy on your shoulder, his eyes shut tight as he savors the warmth of your cunt.

"Fuck Keigo, you have no idea what you're missing out on."

You look down at the blonde, his tongue darting out to lick along Dabi's base, going between his cock and your pussy, mouthing at where the two of you connect.

Hawks is somewhat keeping his cool but his cock humps against the bed, his whole body swaying as if he's dragging his dick along your skin.

Dabi slowly ruts into you, deep and torturous. Your eyes widen when you feel a finger try to push in, the villains' movement coming to a stop as he tries to comfort you. Tears start pricking in your eyes, your legs trying desperately to close as you urge them to stay open. You want it, you truly fucking do, but when you feel another try to slip past your tight walls you're not sure if you're gonna stay conscious. There's already no place left just from Dabi alone and shit, you feel like screaming.

"Please baby, I promise it'll feel better soon, can you be a good girl for us hmmm?I believe in you..." Keigo's voice rings in your ears, your half-lidded eyes looking at your stretched pussy, watching the fingers pump knuckles deep in and and out, dragging between Dabi's cock and your walls.

You're so fucking wet and covered in slick, your folds glossy in your essence, pooling around Dabi's shaft.

A warm hand rests on your belly, easing your muscles, and relaxing you. There's a third finger pushing against the first two, the stretch surprisingly not as painful as the previous.

Keigo leans over you, kissing away the tears that ran down your cheeks, massaging the ravenette's arousal with the pads of his fingers.

"We're so so proud of you dove...Thank you so much" your chest swells with pride, a wide smile adorning your face. You do feel like you're being tricked with these comments but it doesn't matter, they seem to work.

The blonde pulls the other man in a kiss, slipping his fingers out of your core as he aligns his head with your cunt.

Both of them move to each side of your face, placing their lips at the corners of your mouth. You gulp, filling your lungs and holding your breath.

Your hands fist Keigo's shirt, pulling and almost ripping the poor thing apart when he prods the tight rim. Fuck it's so hard to breathe, air practically knocked out of you, your shaky hands wrapping around Hawks.

Inch by inch, he bottoms out, groaning at the tightness around his dick.

Minutes pass by, your boyfriends lavishing and worshiping your skin with kisses and gentle touches, loving every part of you they could reach.

The hero's wings wrap protectively around both of you when he starts moving, his head pressed against your shoulder.

Dabi seems to pick up the pace too, thrusting in as soon as Keigo almost pulls out. The rhythm isn't rushed at first, both of them moaning with each throb of your walls around their lengths.

They're taking their sweet time, angling their hips experimentally, noting the way your body shakes at each perfect plow into your cunt.

It's too good and too much, the knot in your tummy already threatening to snap loose. And the boys are on the verge of their highs too, gradually becoming more and more greedy, not pulling out almost at all, pounding and rutting against your cervix.

Dabi's grip on you tightens, trying to keep your body in place as he and Hawks rock into your pussy. Keigo moves from the crook of your neck, raising his hand to get a hold of the villain's jaw, smashing their lips together .

You're squished in between them as they moan into each other's mouth groaning when they feel you squeezing around them.

They're gonna cream you so good, pump their seed into your hole and make you so so full...you'll never settle for anything less after them and they fucking know it.

Your eyes swell with tears as you feel the knot finally snapping loose, you don't want it to end, you don't want them to ever move away from you but your body works against you, bringing you to the most powerful orgasm you ever felt, surging through your muscles and making them flex and clench.

Both of them look at eachother, eyes wide and blown with lust as they cum at the same time, hot seed coating your walls and leaking down Dabi's shaft.

They're panting, their foreheads touching as they caress your body all over.

"I love you..." Hawks says breathlessly, his eyes closed and his wings folding against his back, giving you all room to move and breathe.

He slips out, causing the rest of their cum to seep out. Dabi scoffs at the mess smeared over his length and thighs, slowly handling your body and moving you off his lap.

Dabi picks you up and Hawks chuckles. "You like carrying them huh?"

It earns him a glare, placing you in the heroes arms and making his way to the bathroom.

"I.Have.My.Own.Cum...Dripping down my ass" he hisses out making Keigo wheeze, almost tumbling over and dropping you.

You can't help but smile, nuzzling your head into your winged boyfriend's shoulder.

Everything clicked in place finally, your eyes closing in comfort as you let them take care of everything...take care of you.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

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[vannybarber]

The Prenup

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part Two Part Three Part Four Final Chapter

Scrounging through the little desk in the corner of Chris and you's bedroom, you hear him let out a boisterous laugh.

He was watching some movie and there was a certain part that he found so hilarious. After 4 years of watching it with him constantly, you still don't get what's so funny. But it makes him happy so that's what matters.

You were searching for the wine opener so Scott could get his middle-aged-4-kids-divorcee vibe on. You cleaned the other day and stuck it in there after a nightly dose of freakydeaky from Chris, which consisted of wine, whipped cream, and a many different forms of chocolate.

After what seemed like forever, you find the corkscrew and grin at your accomplishment. You take one more look in the drawer out of habit and you spot a big orange envelope with Chris' name on it. Being the nosy curious person you are, you take the envelope out and get a good look at it. You see the words Prenuptial Agreement in bold and your heart drops.

Chris had proposed to you 9 months ago and you were happy beyond words. After being together for 4 years, he finally put away his commitment troubles and made you his fianceé. And now you find out he's going to get you to sign a prenup. A fucking prenup.

You look around the room at loss for words. You were angry, hurt and confused. After 4 years of being together, he doesn't have faith in his own judgment that you guys would be together forever? You both have been through literally everything. There isn't one thing you don't know about each other. Your relationship was rare and it was special.

After moments of contemplation, you decide you would confront him on it. There's no way you could carry on the night and sleep after this. Not until you get your answers. Closing the drawer, you take a sharp breath and exhale before walking out the room. You get back to the dining table where Lisa and his siblings surrounded.

"Here you go Scott" you say slamming the corkscrew on the table in front of him. He looks up at you, puzzled. You glance at him then at Chris and he's looking at you just the same. Evidently your tone matched your movements because everyone went silent. You draw back and put both hands behind your back and huff.

"Babe, are you alright?" It was Christopher talking to you now. Your attention goes to him and your lips are in a thin line. Refraining from blowing up at him, you force smile on your face and change your tone of voice.

"What do you mean, honey? I'm fine." You should leave the acting to Chris honestly. That's definitely not your field of expertise. Shifting on your right foot, you stare at him. He shuffles and tilts his head with a knowing look.

"Spill it Y/N. What's up?"

"The flames when I burn this damn house down." So much for not blowing up. You snatch the envelope in front of you and chuck it on the table. Everyone watches the exchange and the envelope fly to the table. All their faces change from confusion to shock and even more confusion.

Chris didn't even need to look down to know it was the prenup. His eyes went from you to the wall. Guilt written all over it, you almost wish you gave a shit. You wonder how long he was going to keep this hidden from you. No need to wonder now.

"You want to explain to me why you have a prenup?" You place your hand on your hip and roll your neck at him.

"I got that for us."

You swear to everything you wanted to lunge at him right then and there. 'I got that for us'. Why do people always use that excuse for everything? They weren't thinking about you, just themselves and expected you to go along with it.

"You got it for us? I know you didn't do this on your own. Who put you up to it?" You look around the room. Scott has his hands up shaking his head. Carly and Shanna both let out a quiet "not me". You look at Lisa who had this look of hurt.

"Chris, you tell me everything. How did I not know about this? Why didn't you tell me?" Well now you know she didn't suggest it. You feel slightly guilty for letting it cross your mind, but you had your reasons.

"Ma, I had my reasons. I kept it hidden because I didn't know how I felt about it myself" he says rubbing his face and fixing his hair under his cap. Still didn't answer your question.

"Christopher, who put you up to this? Tell me now!" You're getting fired up by the minute. You have an idea who it could be too.

"Megan. She thought that it would be smart to consider. Just to protect me."

"Megan." Your voice is laced with absolute venom. "You know Chris, she does a good job keeping you out of trouble and bullshit so you're not all over the tabloids, but sometimes, her ass is too much!"

Chris is never in the news for anything negative. He's always minding his business and moving quietly. Megan is a great publicist, but she can be pretty overbearing about his personal life. She gave you side eye for like the entire first year of you guys' relationship.

"Baby, she was just looking out for me. You know how it is, women getting with you for your money. Guys loose half of everything they have when getting divorces."

You can't even believe it.

"I am not 'women'. I'm your fianceé. We've been together 4 years, Chris! After all this time your material things come before me?" Tears are puddled at your eyes now and your voice is cracking. This catches his attention.

"I told you from the start Chris, that I never cared about your money! Never have and never will. I am used to not having much. I'm not money hungry or concerned for having top tier everything. I've learned to settle."

"Y/N, I didn't mea-" you slam your hand on the table, making everyone jump. Chris shuts his mouth.

"I'm. Not. Finished. I am not marrying your bank account. I'm not marrying your cars. I'm not marrying your house. I don't give a damn about any of that shit. And you literally are still concerned about all of that?" Your face is wet and your nose is runny. You wipe your nose and cross your arms.

"It's not even like that!" Now he's getting upset. For literally nothing. This is his fault. "It's just in case it doesn't work out, we don't need to deal with all the extra mess."

That completely shattered you. In case it doesn't work out. He actually has thoughts that your marriage couldn't work. What would even cause that? You guys don't even argue. You don't even remember the last time you did. You've learned to understand what each other needs and mastered that. What is he on about?

"You know what the sad part is? Us not working out crossed my mind in, like, the first year of our relationship. And I decided that if we did get married, and God forbid we divorced, I wouldn't take anything from you."

He looked at you like he just found out he wasn't the father of your baby.

"Yeah, Chris. That's your money. You made it, not me, so why would I ask for any of it from you? You gave me an amazing relationship and thats enough for me."

"Oh my goodness." Everyone directs their attention to Scott. "So you wouldn't want anything from the divorce?"

"Of course not! I came in this relationship for him. Plus a make my own money. I don't need anyone else's."

You had your own business. Many employees at different buildings in Boston. You didn't have much growing up and you were proud of yourself for not having to worry about financial issues. Chris liked that you had your own thing going and didn't have to adapt to his life and depend on him financially. And he still got a prenup.

Feeling like you were gonna cry again, you rub your temples and take deep breaths to prevent it. But you failed and started crying more. Chris got up and moved to stand in front of you.

"Baby, I'm sorry I upset you. I thought you would be okay with this. Like you said, you don't care about my money so what's wrong with the prenup?" His hands were on your sides, but not for long as you shook them off of you.

"What's wrong with it? What this is telling me is three things. You have doubt that our marriage won't work out, you think I might change my mind and ask for alimony, and that your money comes before me."

"I..." he struggles to form words. You take this chance to get out of there.

"I really don't want to be here right now." Chris looks up and grabs your arm.

"Babe, you don't need to go. Where the hell are you gonna go?" You turn and grab the envelope from the table. You open it and pull the papers out, shoving it in his face.

"I'll go to a hotel or something, but I'm not staying here if this is the shit you're trying to pull with me." You turn the paper to you and look in disgust. You scan over it and your eyes fall on the dotted line where you need to sign. Beside it is where he needed to sign his.

Well not anymore.

You read over his signature on the line. Chris Evans.

He signed the prenup already. Now he was just waiting for your signature. He really was leaving you zero choice.

"You signed it already??" Everyone at the table head snapped up. Shanna gasped and covered her mouth. Lisa mumbles an "oh no" under her breath.

"So you were just going to bring it to me and expect me to sign it with no fight, huh?"

Chris says nothing, but his face is red. You don't wait for a response and walk to your shoes and your bag. Already having everything in there, you slip your shoes on and walk back to Chris.

"Just a heads up, you brought this on yourself."

You whip around and walk to the fireplace. You chuck the papers and envelope in the blaze and turn back to him.

"You can forget about that damn prenup, cause I'm not signing it. As a matter a fact, you don't even have to worry about that because there won't be a chance of us divorcing." You force a smile and clasp your hands together. Lisa and Scott rise from the table panicking.

"Babe, no-"

"Forget the wedding, this engagement and all of it. You can take this fucking ring too." You pry the ring off your fingers and throw it at him. It hits his chest and falls at his feet.

"I'm not marrying you."

You turn on your heel, grab your purse and jacket, walking out the door, leaving the Evans' speechless.

Was this too dramatic? I have my own opinions on a prenup, but maybe it's not as big as it seems? Idk🥴.

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[ofmoonlitmagic]

Everything was fresh, and the rawness of this would linger for some time now, Briggs knew that. Things had broken tonight that would never piece back together in the same ways. As much blood was on his hands, was everywhere, he couldnt shake the feeling it had done nothing at all and the never-ending helplessness of that. But Riley, Riley being alive was a good thing, and they needed the good thing right now. "I will--I should shower first... but I'm where I need to be right now." He could see the struggle, and it hadn't gone unnoticed she was out here alone. He wanted her to know she wasn't a bad thing, that she deserved to feel safe again and some belonging. It wouldn't be solved tonight, he wasn't that delusional, but if he could get her one step closer to believing it, he would.

The pain in her expression caused his heart to ache, and he wanted to take it for her. There wasn't a spell for this kind of pain, though. "It's not," he assured her with firm conviction, "it's not you. No what-if's. It's just not." Bringing a finger under her chin, he tilted her head up, not just to draw her gaze but to remind her she had nothing to be ashamed of. "Seeing you standing here just now...that's the closest thing to peace I'll ever get. So what are you talking about suffering for?"

If anyone was going to cause suffering, had already done so, it was him. He had let her down tonight, all of them. He couldn't avenge Riley, he'd used his own cousin as a weapon, instead of stopping his best friend from killing he encouraged it, and he wasn't even sure he could keep Asher safe now like he promised. He had killed so many people, and it hadn't done shit. His aunt had said his heart was one of gold, now Billie swore he was a source of life. He wanted so badly to see in himself what they saw, but all he could hear was his father's words. They were the echo, the unrelenting record in his mind. "What if I'm not the same? What if I'm somebody you don't know anymore?"

Her words stoked the fire, even as he choked on the accompanying sensation he'd be useless. "I won't stop until you're free, okay?" He once again promised what he wasn't sure he could deliver. It felt like the OEA had won, would always win, but he pushed back as hard as his mind would allow on that idea. "We had a future, and I'm going to get it back for us. I'm not sure how yet, but I'm going to do it. And it's gonna be better than we ever dreamed...but you are safe. The compound is secure. It's the one place in the city they cannot take." He wasn't sure how to comfort, how to make any promises that mattered. Heroes didn't exist, at least that's what he thought, but right now, Briggs really wished he knew how to be one. Every time they caught her, put her back in that cell, he didn't save her. She always had to make her way to him. "I'm gonna do something this time, I swear. I'm going to get you out."

Together. He had to remember that, as he held her gaze, taking in for a moment the comfort of their closeness and how they both longed to be even closer. He wasn't ready to think of all that would come, the consequences to the lives he had taken, the weight on his shredded soul. And all he could manage was a nod.

Bringing her fingers up, he placed a soft kiss against them. If he was her freedom, he'd try to be something more worthy than a shell of a man. There was fight left in his bones after all. For her, he could always rally some more strength. His brows furrowed a bit at her first response, then as she finished her thought, a slight smile tugged at his lips and he playfully rolled his eyes, groaning softly, "ugh, take it back."

Nothing would not be happening any time soon, and he had to bury the ache of exhaustion. He'd pushed his magic to its limits tonight, draining himself, but tonight wasn't over. Selfishly, he wanted to stay right here with her, but he knew it wasn't the time for that. They had to help the others, but first he had to get all of this off. Glancing down at their hands, he let himself be guided, teasing lightly, "you comin' in?"

Billie couldn't be certain whether laughter or tears threatened her as Briggs assured her that Riley was okay. Each and every emotion felt raw and her vulnerabilities exposed, leaving her overwhelmed. Her digits enclosed tighter against the material of his shirt, but she knew that eventually she would have to let go “you should go be with her… she’ll need you.” Her stomach knotted as his eyes remained intent upon her and she could tell that he knew exactly what she was thinking. The doubt, the fear, he could see straight through her as though she was made of glass - she was a bad thing. She couldn’t shake that feeling.

Eventually, her gaze lowered and her eyes closed as she focused on the sound of his voice; on the sensation of his heart beating beneath her palm. She believed wholeheartedly that he didn’t blame her, but she wasn’t certain whether or not she could accept that yet. Swallowing hard, Billie reopened her eyes and managed to whimper “I should have--” but her words faded into a sorrowful sigh, “what if it is me? All of this… what if--” Her brow creased, her voice dropping to a whisper “I’m scared that i’m just making you suffer.”

Billie could read Briggs so effortlessly that she often wondered where her heart ended and his began. She knew that look in his eye and she was instantaneous to protest against it “it will. I promise.” Her chest rose and fell heavily as he stepped closer, her fingers tightening into the material of his shirt once again as she yearned to hold him close. “You will always be a source of life for me. Always. You are my entire heart, Briggs. I’ve been scared of so much, for so long but this is the only thing that has never frightened me. I'm not scared because I know you.”

Shaking her head, she used the material of his shirt to draw him even closer “you have nothing to apologise for. I’m sorry that it had to be you. I’m sorry that you’re in as much pain as I know you are, but i’m not sorry that they’re dead. I’m not.” Tears caused for her sorrowful hues to sting “I wanted to live. I wanted to be there for you. To be with you. I had a future -- we had a future and they took that away and now" her chin quivered as she fought to finish "now I can’t escape them." It was complicated; she was alive, but under the OEA was anybody really living? "They’re dead and we survived them, but I haven’t escaped. I can’t get out of that cell, I can’t get out.”

Inhaling a sharp breath, she fought to regain whatever composure possible, focusing on him and only him. Her head nodded, as she forced strength into her tone “they deserve to die.” She believed her words completely, but her heart felt heavy, understanding what price Briggs would now pay for having taken lives. The idea tormenting her as she was certain it tormented him. “I still see you, remember. You did what you had to and no matter what comes next, we'll deal with it together.” 

HIs hand over hers brought with it the relief that she craved, tears leaving watery tracks against her cheeks as she looked upon him, “being with you is the only time that I feel free.” A breath hitched in the back of her throat, knowing that her actions were still weighing heavily upon him and that was guilt she wouldn't escape. 

Grief had been a painful constant for the course of the evening and in a way, she felt as though they were both grieving the loss of their day of nothing. Her stomach knotted at his confession, the squeeze of their hands causing her breaths to become shallow as she willed for him to see this through. Feeling as though she could breathe again, her body leaned slightly into his, her gaze never wavering as she whispered softly “told you.“ Her lips twitched as she added as playfully as she could manage "I told you that you were romantic."

Holding their position for just a moment longer, she clung to each and every word as though her life depended on it. Despite her wish to just rest, she knew that the night wasn't over yet and that his family would need him. Tugging on his hand, she unwilling stepped back, but only so that she could turn around and pull him with her "come on, before your uncle else uses all the hot water."