#it can be really difficult and sure it’s not all my fault because the horrors are relentless but idk

[metagalacticx]

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[terabyteturtle]

hey!!! Can I have Jin Kazama x Pregnant wife (who happens to be a model) Reader headcanons. An idea I have is what if they have to keep the pregnancy a secret from Kazuya due to a fear of harm??? Make it fluff with a bit of angst

Jin Kazama x Pregnant Model Wife Headcanons

Once again, I apologize for taking so long! I tried my best to encapsulate everything you put in the request. Hopefully, it's what you wanted!

- It takes him a while to process the fact that you're pregnant. When you first break the news to him, he's just in shock. He experiences so many emotions at once that his mind just stops working. You better have a chair ready because Jin will need to sit down and process everything for a few moments.

- Once it sets in, he becomes angry with himself. He took every precaution to prevent this from happening, and yet somehow, it still did. It's his fault. It has to be. Jin blames himself for burdening you with a child potentially capable of mass destruction, and although he's tried to separate you from his family feud, you're bound to get dragged into it anyway, and it's all because of him.

- The fact that you're a model only makes matters worse. You already get a ton of publicity and exposure on a daily basis, but now that you're pregnant, that'll increase tenfold. With help from Lee and Lars, you and Jin have managed to keep both your relationship AND your marriage a secret so far. However, with a child on the way, it'll be impossible to keep that secret any longer. People will ask questions about the father's identity, and it's only a matter of time before the paparazzi find out the truth.

- Upon realizing this, Jin launches into full-on panic mode. As soon as he's revealed as the father of your child, his face is going to be all over the media. And Kazuya will be the first one to see it. Jin isn't entirely sure what his father would do, but he has his suspicions. He can only imagine the sheer horror of G Corp soldiers busting down your door, hunting you down like hound dogs trying to take you and the kid. If those suspicions are correct, then you'll likely be forced into hiding until the war is over. As long as Kazuya retains his powerful position, there's no telling how much danger you'll be in.

- Additionally, the people closest to him are sure to freak out. Xiaoyu and Hwoarang would panic, and he already knows Lars won't take kindly to it. He's not sure how Lee or Alisa would react, and that uncertainty only makes him more nervous. Jin knows that he should tell his loved ones before they find out through the media, but the mere thought of mentioning it makes his heart skip a beat.

- To top it all off, Jin's main mission is to exterminate his bloodline once and for all. The fact that you are now pregnant is pretty much the opposite of what he wanted.

- His course of action was to take Kazuya's life, then take his own. He was ready to sacrifice himself so that the Devil Gene would no longer exist. As much as he loved the people closest to him, as much as he adored and cherished every moment with you, he knew deep down that the world would be better off without people like him.

- But now, this complicates everything. He doesn't want to take his own life and leave you to raise the kid by yourself. Sure, friends and loved ones might help you out, but at the end of the day, you're going to have a lot of responsibility on your hands. Additionally, Jin knows how it feels to have grown up without a proper father figure, and he'd seen how difficult it was for his mother. He knows how it feels to have lost a parent, and no matter how much time passes, it will always hurt. Does he really want his child to witness those same struggles? To feel the same pain? Does he really want to leave you behind, after everything you've been through?

- Beneath that cold, edgy exterior, there's a soft spot in his heart that truly wants to settle down with you, but he doesn't believe it'll be possible.

- As he tries to solve his dilemma, a million questions race through his mind. Like, what if the kid has the Devil Gene? Will he have to kill his own child? But it's not just his child; it's your child too, and he can't bear to imagine the pain you'd feel if that were to happen.

- But then, what if the kid doesn't have the Devil Gene? What if they turn out to be a normal kid? In that case, he'd care for them and love them until the end.

- But that's when a thought strikes him.

- Why does it matter whether they have the Devil Gene or not? They're still human, after all. They still deserve love and compassion and nurturing. Just because they have the Devil Gene doesn't mean they're inherently evil; they still deserve a chance. Hell, Jin himself has it, and although he's done some terrible things, he's trying his hardest to atone for them.

- Maybe Jin could help teach them how to control it. Not that he really has control over it himself, but that's okay. Maybe they could learn together. Maybe that could be their way to bond.

- That's when he starts to realize how happy this truly makes him. He loves you more than life itself, and the fact that he's going to have a child with you is one of the greatest blessings life can give him. Being a father will come with a lot of responsibility, but Jin is willing to bear it and do the best he can for his kid. He realizes that he is willing to undergo the trials and tribulations that loom ahead, and he will fight to the ends of the Earth to keep you both safe.

- Jin will try and convince you to take a break from modeling and lay low for a while, as any publicity will become more dangerous as time passes on. You think it would be suspicious to just drop off the face of the Earth, which is why you let your agency know beforehand that you're going to be taking a hiatus for personal matters.

- As the baby starts growing and it becomes progressively obvious that you're pregnant, you will be heavily discouraged from going outside at all. For the baby's safety as well as your own, it's best that you refrain from going out in public where the paparazzi are bound to catch you.

- Naturally, Jin becomes very protective over both of you. He starts treating you like a glass vase because he's scared of hurting you somehow. He also gets slightly paranoid around the others and sticks by your side to make sure nothing happens to you.

- He still blames himself a lot for everything that's happening, and he's sorry that you can't just have a normal pregnancy. You have to reassure him that no one's at fault for this, and you're just as willing to fight for the baby as he is. If you have to break away from your normal life to keep them safe, then so be it. It'll all be worth it in the end.

- With a lot of encouragement from you, Jin confides in his friends, starting with Lee, who is happy to help you guys out. As the CEO of a well-known company, he can try to pull some strings and get the press to leave you alone. While it's no guarantee that they'll be gone completely, Lee will try his best to hold them off for a little while. He'll also give you a secret place to stay, stocked with plenty of food and water.

- Lars almost freaks out but manages to keep himself composed. He congratulates both of you and agrees to help you out in whatever way possible. If there's anything you need, be it more food, more water, or just more paper towels, he and Alisa will go out shopping and get it for you.

- Alisa and Xiaoyu are super excited and happy for you. Although the circumstances are not ideal, they still want to make sure that you enjoy yourself and celebrate your pregnancy. In fact, they've already started planning your baby shower.

- Hwoarang also ends up being super supportive. Though he makes himself out to be a tough guy, he has a big soft spot for babies. Rest assured, he will fight tooth and nail to keep this kid safe. Also, Hwoarang has officially proclaimed himself the child's godfather, and there is nothing you or Jin can do about it.

- If Jin's stressed out, you let him lay down and press his ear to your belly. Listening to the baby and being physically close to you has become the most calming feeling in the world to him.

- If Jin doesn't know what to do in certain situations, he'll stop and ask himself what Jun would do. He loves his mother deeply and thinks very highly of her. She was a loving and nurturing woman, so when it comes to taking care of you, he tries his best to emulate that kindness. Jun was a wonderful parent, as well as an excellent role model. When the baby arrives and he officially becomes a parent, Jin deeply hopes he'll turn out to be half as good as she was.

- He will constantly ask you if there's something he can do better. From this point forward, Jin will always be questioning whether or not he's doing the right thing. Your input is valuable to him, and if there's any advice or guidance you have to give, he'd greatly appreciate it.

- At the end of the day, Jin wants to be the best father he can be. Your child's happiness, as well as your own, mean the world to him. No one can take either of you away from him, and Angel have mercy on those who dare try.

[loonybun]

hi guys… guess who wrote for mermay… it’s me…. hopefully i’ll also do some more soon

Contains: Mermaid/siren whumpee, siren hunter whumper, multiple (care)whumpers, captivity, very subtly implied murder and torture (for funzies), carewhumper, a really fucked up found family dynamic except one of the “parents” has no idea about it, teenage whumpee, mute whumpee, nonbinary whumpee

hope u enjoy my silly guys…. i plan to write smthn for cady next if my brain is hyped up enough

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The tank was the only home they’d ever known. Though they were young when they’d been taken from the ocean, it had always been cruel to them. The tank, on the other hand, was made with them in mind. It was comfortably large and filled with things like plants and hides for enrichment.

They loved seeing their caretaker, even if he never had much time to spare. He moved briskly whenever he walked by, never even offering a slight glance towards them. Eye contact was a rarity. They didn’t know why he scowled whenever he was forced to face them. His disgust, whenever he tossed the long-dead fish into the tank, made their guts twist with guilt. They’d done something wrong, they were sure of it, but they didn’t know what it could've possibly been.

Maybe something was wrong with them. The water made it difficult to hear anything from the other side of the tank, but they knew one word he used frequently. “Beast”. That’s what he called them. It hurt more knowing he’d handled other people like them before. Sometimes, he’d even smile at someone. They’d never seen the same person twice after someone was wheeled away in a cooler. There was no need to take any of them out of their tanks after all. They found it strange how they'd never seen any of the other enclosures, but it was the only place they could be. They were sure of that fact.

Besides their caretaker, there was another human that came around every once and a while. She had bright eyes and a playful smile constantly fixed on her face. Her fascination with them was a stark contrast to her caretaker’s aversion. The woman would always come and tap on the glass and grin when they came up. With her hands, she’d make little motions and signals. It took them a while to pick up on the language, but with a bit of time, it became easier to hold a conversation. They’d managed to learn her name. Mel. They were called Marley by her, but they’d never heard their caretaker use that name for them. Or any name, for that matter.

Once, they’d asked why their guardian looked at them the way he did. They noticed the way Mel bit her lip before she responded. “He’s like that to everyone. Don’t take it personally, okay? He likes you plenty.”, she signed. Then, they asked about why he never seemed upset with the others. Her expression shifted into one of horror, then deep discomfort. All she said was that she needed to leave, and then she did. They heard yelling a bit later, but they weren’t able to discern why.

They had a feeling that whatever it was, it was their fault.

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i know it’s a bit short but take what u can get from me and nibble on it because for all you know it could be months till ur next little meal /j

[elficially-done-with-life]

Painful Partings

Pairing: Celebrimbor x reader

A/N: This was a request by @80s-romantic-dreamer. It is about Celebrimbor and the Reader, who lived a good life until Annatar came around. When they realized who he really is the Reader has a painful parting with Celebrimbor.

Warnings: relatively sad ending

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You had never seen your husband so frantic.

It had only been four weeks since Annatar had left Eregion with the first rings, and you had hoped to have your beloved Celebrimbor back to yourself now, but he was still spending most of his time at the forge.

But that wasn't what worried you. It was normal for him to lose track of time from time to time while working. What wasn't normal was the fact that he hardly ate anything anymore and woke from nightmares bathed in cold sweat. Sure, he'd had nightmares before, but these were very different, and after them he would sometimes just stare at you for hours, as if he couldn't believe you were real.

But you hoped that you would get through this time too, just as you had got through every time it had become difficult.

But this time, this time was different.

"You have to go." Celebrimbor said one evening as you were getting ready for bed. He had returned from the forge earlier than usual, which you had actually interpreted as a good sign, which was also the reason why it took you a while to realise what he had said.

"Go? But where to?" You didn't quite understand what he was trying to tell you.

Your eyes sought his and for a few moments your eyes met. You could see a desperation in his that you had never seen in Celebrimbor's eyes before. Finally, he averted them and buried his face in his hands.

You put aside the brush you had been using to brush your hair until a few moments ago and slowly approached him. You carefully wrapped your arms around his form and nuzzled your face into his hair. "What is wrong, Tyelpë?"

"I think I am losing my mind," he whispered softly.

You shook your head slowly. "Do not say that, my beloved. What is overshadowing your good heart?"

"Annatar. I have- " he swallowed, "I have reason to believe he is Sauron, Melda."

Your body went stock-still, as if you were frozen in place. Sauron? Was that really possible? Had he been evil all this time?

You felt a cold shiver run through your whole body.

"So, what do you suggest we do now?" you asked, unable to hide your fear as your voice trembled continuously.

Celebrimbor lifted his head and you realised with horror that silent tears were glistening on his cheeks. He kissed you gently on the cheek and then stretched out his hands to clasp your face.

"That was my fault, Melda," he said softly as his fingers gently stroked your cheeks. "And I have to fix it myself."

"No!" you said forcefully. "You do not have to - I always want to be there for you, after all, we are married! I- "

"I am not going to watch you die from all this!" Celebrimbor said and pushed you away from him a little roughly. "You have to go, now!"

"What?" you asked in confusion and reached out a hand towards him, which he looked at almost with fear, so you pulled it back. "Why?" Your voice trembled even more now and a sinking feeling spread through the pit of your stomach.

"If you do not leave now," Celebrimbor whispered, avoiding your gaze. "then I will break more every day knowing that you are in almost immediate danger because of me. I had already scheduled your departure for today a week ago, I just- I was not strong enough to tell you, Melda. Because I love you. You are my home, and if you leave, there will only be emptiness inside me. If- but if you stay and get hurt or worse, then I would fall through that emptiness inside of me and lose myself. I can only say how much I regret not seeing that the only thing I really needed, you, was there all along."

"Come with me, Tyelpë." you whispered softly, "If anyone deserves to be happy, it is you!" Your voice got louder and louder towards the end, until you were almost shouting. Your chest hurt so much that you were afraid it would burst and the pressure behind your eyes was now overwhelming you and you were now openly crying.

"Oh Melda," he whispered and, to your surprise, handed you his handkerchief. "When I am finished and everything is in order- "

"Why do you not come with me now?" you asked in a desperate voice. You didn't want to live without Celebrimbor. You just couldn't. Your heart tightened.

He sighed in despair and stroked through his already messy hair. "Do you not understand, Melda. I- I cannot leave until I have fixed my mistake. I just can't."

You looked down at your shoes. "Where do I- ?"

"Gil-Galad," Celebrimbor whispered. He was a mutual friend of yours. "He is coming over personally because I asked him to. He should be down at the gate in a few minutes."

"So you really want- "you couldn't keep talking and sobbed loudly.

Celebrimbor wrapped you gently in his arms, and you felt his warmth much more clearly than you had ever before. It practically burned over your body, reminding you that this was the end. That this could be the last time you feel him that close. At least for now. He could push you away, but you would never stop loving your Celebrimbor, your Telperinquar, more than anything in Middle-earth or beyond.

As you broke away from each other, you looked deep into his sad eyes and tried to memorise their expression. To memorise how they seemed to sparkle when he looked at you. You wanted to memorise the expression of kindness and also the expression of slight uncertainty that seemed to follow him everywhere and was an immediate part of him. You memorised the little worry line that always formed between his brows when he was thinking too hard or worried, and the way his dark hair fell smoothly and elegantly over his shoulders.

Then he put his thick, warm travelling cloak around your shoulders and pulled you back to reality. "We should leave for the gate. It is best not to take anything with you, we have to do everything as inconspicuously as possible so that nobody notices quickly. Because I am afraid you could be used as a way to get to me, that they would hurt you to hurt me. And I would never forgive myself for that."

Silently, you let your hand slip into his and you walked out. Never before had the walk down to the gate seemed so long and yet so fast.

Gil-Galad was already there and looked worried.

Celebrimbor turned to him. "Do you think you will make it back safely?"

"Just over that ridge- "Gil-Galad pointed into the distance- "there is an escort waiting. So we will only be unprotected on a short path, where you can keep an eye on us at all times. Do not worry, old friend, I will look out for her."

Celebrimbor nodded and took a few steps back, but you decided you wouldn't let him go so easily.

"If you- do not die." You uttered until tears ran from your eyes again. "Oh Tyelpë you wonderful- you- I love you. But I am also truely angry that you think you have to go through this alone. Can you not at least let me try to help you?"

But Celebrimbor looked down and you thought you saw tears on his cheeks too, and his voice was full of emotion as he said, "Go away."

You stood frozen in place and started at your husband until Gil-Galad gently put an arm around your shoulders and said softly, "Come on. We have to ride while it is still dark."

And so you turned your eyes away from Celebrimbor, seeing him for the last time in many years.

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[weirdmorefics]

Unmasked Chpt 4

AO3, Etsy Shop, Youtube,

Chpt 1 Chpt 2 Chpt 3

TW-Gore, Horror

A/N- So sorry for not keeping up with chapters I am really suffering from fanfic writer curse LOL. Been to the hospital twice this week.

Taglist- @bunbunbl0gs

Word Count- 1,478

Spencer's stares will not cease but he doesn't speak.

"I didn't want to tell you, I knew you would freak. I'm fine you're fine! You will continue to be fine if you get the hell out of Woodsboro!" I rant.

Spencer furrows his eyebrows at me, "You are the one who should be off this case! You are entirely too close to it! I am calling Emily right now."

He tries to pull his phone out of his pocket but I am quick to grasp his hand, "I am doing this with or without the BAU! Would you rather I do it by myself? Trust me, I prefer you out of danger- I mean the whole BAU out of danger. I don't want any more people killed because of me. So please don't make this more difficult for me than it already is!" I say in a mix of begging and anger.

He slides his phone back into his pocket, my hand still grasping his, "I won't let you do this alone."

I am unsure how to feel. I would have died of pure joy if Spencer had said this to me in any other situation but right now, it just makes me more scared. The more I care the more likely Ghostface will kill him.

I clench my fist to suppress any emotion Ghostface is always watching.

"Jill," Sid shouts out concerned.

" Stay away from me," she cries.

The father of the poor girl runs into the house full of worry and is quick to console Jill. I understand why Jill is scared of us she should be I think everyone should be scared of the curse of the Prescott's. Hell, even I am.

The father of the girl leads Jill out of the house and Jill's friend enters the house in a run. I can hear her friend whisper comforts to her but they are probably doing nothing as she sees what her future looks like through the eyes of Sidney.

The cops run back in saying there were no signs of Ghostface outback.

"Call the coroner, the body is upstairs," I relay to the cops and run my hand through my hair practically pulling it out of my skull.

Spencer puts a soothing hand on the small of my back, "We have to talk to the team."

I nod just thankful he isn't trying to push me off the case. We exit the house the cops and Sidney in tow.

The neighbors are shouting wretched things at Sid and me.

"This is all the Prescott's fault."

"You two are just like your mother!"

"They bring death wherever they go!"

"No wonder Y/n's an agent! Must be easy when murder follows you!"

"I thought this was over when they left!"

"You two never should have come back!"

I bite my lip, I want to be angry at their words but it's all true. I feel Spencer's hand move from my back to my waist as he grips my hip protectively.

I look up at him to assure myself he doesn't mean it, it was probably an accident. Instead, I find his eyes glaring daggers into the passerbys shouting harsh words.

"Clear the area," one of the cops shouts.

"You shouldn't have to deal with this," he mumbles.

"It's fine... it's not like what they are saying isn't true," I sigh.

Spencer's head quickly turns to face me and looks at me with serious eyes, "Y/n none of this is your fault."

"Sure," I say unconvincingly making Spencer sigh.

Sidney sees Jill off to the paramedic and I watch them closely ignoring my own surroundings. I just need to protect my family, and my team, I don't have time to worry about myself.

Spencer's hand touches my cheek and I swear I jump five feet in the air.

"Y/N," he keeps saying my first name instead of my last. It gives me butterflies each time the way he says my name with such care. I am totally overthinking it though he is only calling me by my first name because he doesn't know if he should call me Prescott now or continue with the fake one. I don't have time for these trivial thoughts. Spencer is making things so much more difficult. I can't focus around him.

As if he notices my mind drifting he repeats my name once again and my eyes meet his I could get lost in his eyes forever.

"This is not your fault, these people should not blame you. I would yell at them right now if I didn't think you would use it as an opportunity to run off and try to solve the case on your own." He states seriously, he wants to be sure I believe him.

I smirk, "You know me too well, but don't try to pretend you wouldn't do the same in my situation."

"Hiding things from the team is what got me into prison in the first place, we are better as a unit." His eyes darken and I am shocked he would bring up his time in prison to me without me forcing it out of him.

I shake my head desperately, "That wasn't your fault! It was entirely Cat's fault she's insane!"

"I shouldn't have given her the ammunition," he frowns.

"You were doing what you thought was right for your family, you should not feel guilty! It's what makes you, you, and I wouldn't want you to be anyone else." I look determinedly into his eyes.

I swear I see him flush but it's probably just all the police lights.

"Then why don't you want me to help," he smiles at me.

I am taken aback, "what does that have anything?"

"You don't want me to be anyone else? You don't want me to stop doing what's right? Helping you is what's right Y/n," he steps closer with each sentence.

I am so flustered I swear my body is on fire. I feel the urge to fan myself with my hand to help extinguish the flames. Luckily the moment is broken as Prentiss jumps out of the van with the rest of the team.

"So much for getting some rest at the hotel before the case," Luke mumbles out.

Prentiss looks like she is in full-blown mama bear mode, "What the hell happened?"

Dewey follows close behind, "I was just about to ask my officers that as well."

They seem to both already know each other they must have been going over the case together at the precinct. I am glad Dewey isn't as closed off as Sid is.

The local officers that were on the scene started relaying how they tried to cut him off in the backyard but missed him and compared him to a ghost.

I sigh and clench my fist that's the stuff I bet Ghostface would love to hear to be compared to the supernatural.

One of the officers turned to me with suspicion, "How did you manage to get the jump on him Y/n?"

"This isn't my first rodeo, "I growl.

He puts his hands up in defense, "Hey all I am saying is it's weird that you have survived three Ghostface killings and willingly come back here when the murders start again."

I am clenching my fists so tightly that I think all the bones in my hands may break. I can't believe this is what the people I've known my whole life think of me. I am trying to take a deep breath, I am trying to remain calm.

The thing I wasn't expecting was Spencer stepping in front of me and barely remaining calm and not remaining civil at all.

"You can't speak to a federal agent here to save your ass like that," he states his tone so low it sends chills down my spine. My eyes widened did Reid just swear and not only that did he swear on my behalf?

Prentiss turns to Spencer her face full of professionalism but eyes full of fury, "Reid! Van now!"

Dewey looks at his men as well, "You two get outta here as well."

"Yes sir," they look to Dewey with respect which is nice but also felt odd seeing it. He didn't get much of that when Ghostface first arrived but he just started being a cop then, and now he's the boss. I'm proud of him and I won't let Ghostface take him away.

I see the coroner roll out the poor teen girl's body and breathe in deeply. This won't happen again I won't let it. I don't want to be powerless again... but I am worried that my feelings for Spencer make me powerless. My feelings for him are just another weakness Ghostface can use against me but I don't know how to stop them.

[cowardlychimera]

dream team au random fun facts and stuff under cut (because uhmmm scary!) yaaay :3

Sunny first!

genderfluid, and didn't decide on an orientation because he's too busy Facing Horrors for that

he's the shortest of the 4! refusing to take care of yourself for years can do that to you

he's japanese american wowww!

after the good ending, his dream world didn't disappear at all, just simply... started reconstructing itself, with everything except white space (and sometimes red space) becoming inaccessible to him, since the state of a dream world reflects its dreamer's state of mind

he no longer uses Omori as a vessel or anything anymore, letting him be his own person (but Omori still chooses to function as a guardian, protecting the dream world from intruders and helping keep things in order, just like BYC, Humphrey, and Abbi. he's just. a little more chill about it now. a little.), so instead Sunny appears more like his normal self in his and others' dream worlds, just taking on a monochrome palette like Omori. it's not easy letting go of everything all at once, after all

music is still difficult for him, but he's very good at learning other languages!! this is very important and helpful actually, since only one of the other 3 is fluent in english...

he's helpful to a fault. often ignores his own health to work on figuring out ways to help the other dreamers and figure out how dream worlds work instead

connected to last detail, Sunny keeps a notebook on everything he learns about dream worlds! haha almost like a dream diar-

eventually he does start school again, but instead he gets to do online school, since it's a bit difficult for him to build up the courage to explore the new city on his own...

he toootally doesn't subconsciously see Madotsuki as another Mari haha what're you talking abooouutt (this is bad for everyone.)

Madotsuki time!!

I normally see her as an adult, but for this au she's 17! mainly just so I could have her be adopted by Sunny's mom tbh (I'm aware adults can be adopted but it makes more sense this way in my head just trust me)

she's also pretty short, just barely taller than Sunny! (but she's actually around average height for women in japan so she's not really THAT short, the other 2 are just tall weirdos <3)

Madotsuki's gender is Madotsuki (she's happy with being referred to as both female and male, but doesn't care to figure out what, or even if, there's a specific label she identifies with. Schrödinger's gender) for orientation, maaaybe lesbian. she doesn't really care though

she's very shy, anxious, and quiet, only talking when she has to. she eventually opens up more and talks more, but it takes a while. but if Sunny can do it, so can she!

she actually looks up to Sunny a lot, despite being a bit older than him

her art style is more abstract

Madotsuki can be a bit of a perfectionist at times... just like a certain big sis (coughMaricough)

she's chubby (not sure if this is a good word to use since I've heard a large variety of what people consider chubby

not 100% canon to this au because I'm not sure I could handle it properly no matter how much research I do (I may or may not also be a bit of a perfectionist at times <3) but! she's both japanese and peruvian

connected to last detail, she's fluent in japanese and knows quite a bit of spanish. Sunny is the one who teaches her english!

now for actual Lore, she was born in japan, and her parents died when she was young, moving in with another family member who is. less than kind

the npcs Monoe and Monoko represent two people Madotsuki was close friends with as a kid (because why not), but after losing both of them, one in quite a tragic way, things really started to fall apart

the npc Poniko represents someone she looked up to at school and wanted to be more like: popular, pretty, perfect. she took advantage of Madotsuki's desire to be more like her.

the npc Masada represents her piano teacher! the only adult in her life she trusted at the time. he was the only person in her life who was worried about her.

she developed psychosis as a kid, which resulted in an incident at school involving a knife and a bully. she dropped out after that.

eventually she moved to the US with the family member who took her in, never leaving the apartment, and only leaving her room when necessary when she was sure she was the only one home

moving on, she can get VERY protective of Sunny. she's already lost so much, she can't lose him too. she's not letting go of the one who saved her.

connected to last thing, due to Basil's history with Sunny and some very unfortunate similarities with a certain someone (coughPonikocough), Madotsuki's VERY suspicious of Basil. it takes a very long while for her to warm up to him

on a lighter note, she can act quite silly and childish! she enjoys being mischievous with Sunny and can be very stubborn and playful

most important detail ever: she loves frogs. huge frog fan. based on my favorite page in the yume nikki manga <3

ough that was long. Urotsuki time!

she's an adult and the oldest of the 4, and actually enjoys it! she likes feeling needed for once

she's also the tallest! very tall! a giraffe!! around the same height as Kel and Hero, even! what a freak! (affectionate) this detail is actually based on how the stretch effect (exactly what the name implies. makes her quite long) is treated like the opposite of the child effect quite a lot. and the stretch effect's action is just her crying, which cooouuld imply this effect represents her fear or whatever of growing up. I like being mean to her :)

she's also genderfluid, like Sunny!! yay!! based on the 2 boy effects in yume 2kki. for orientation, pan, because projection!! and also it makes perfect sense to me. can't explain why

her personality tends to switch between excitable + silly and aloof + blunt. to most people it seems like she's a faker and an asshole, but both sides are genuine. she's both at the same time, just struggles to socialize in a way everyone wants, even exaggerating parts of her personality at times to make up for that. the other 3 don't seem to mind how she acts, though. they know she cares

she's very caring of course, even if it doesn't show at times. she enjoys helping and taking care of others! even if her reasons at times are unhealthy, it doesn't change the fact she just truly enjoys having people to care for. she's pretty protective of the other 3, and would do anything to keep them safe.

her art style is more realistic, but is very inspired by anime. nerd

she could count as conventionally attractive physically, even with her intimidating height and personality, since she's naturally curvy, with an hourglass shape. she actually hates this quite a bit at times, and other times couldn't care less. she's too busy Facing Horrors

she's japanese and also russian. I have no good reason for the russian part. I made a joke about it once and it just stuck. she was raised as 100% japanese anyway

she's fluent in both japanese and english! she was determined to learn as much english as possible so she could move from japan to the US as soon as she could. an attempt to escape a past that'll haunt her dreams forever

she has and needs glasses but usually refuses to wear them. based on glasses effect, I mostly just wanted to add this detail though because I think she's cute with glasses...

her dream world works similarly to Sunny's, with guardians protecting her dreams and keeping them in order. she just. has far more guardians than him. toootally a normal amount though hahaa (lie)

Lore time! there's no fucking way I'm adding every single thing in yume 2kki to this au, so I picked only some themes and npcs I liked, and filled in spaces with whatever I wanted! anyway, she was raised by neglectful yet strict parents who expected her to exceed expectations, especially in school. she did manage to get good grades in all her classes, but of course they weren't perfect. it wasn't enough for her parents, despite her attempts to do better

she also got into fights quite often with bullies after being pushed around one too many times, and broke rules quite often too, quickly becoming the most disliked student at school. she's not the best at knowing when to back down

I added the npc Shimako to Urotsuki's Lore, because I like her and find her very interesting :3. in this au, she was Urotsuki's best (and only) friend, but due to Urotsuki's unpredictable behavior, inability to express her emotions properly, and struggle to understand and read other people well, they slowly drifted apart. they eventually stopped talking after they parted ways after graduating, despite having each other's contact info. after many failed attempts to just dm or call each other, Urotsuki one day noticed Shimako stopped going online. she took too long. she'll always blame herself for this.

YAY FINALLY ALMOST DONE! so much typing... Sabitsuki's turn!

she's also an adult, but a bit younger than Urotsuki. they often argue about who's in charge (the answer is neither of them. Sunny is secretly pulling all the strings /j)

she's definitely taller than Madotsuki, but also definitely shorter than Urotsuki. a bit shorter than the average for men in japan

her gender is. well. complicated, you could say. she's afab and does identify as female, but she doesn't feel cis due to disconnected feeling to since she never really felt like she was even treated as human in the first place. agender could also fit her, but she doesn't care for labels anyway. for orientation, same thing, she doesn't care for labels, but she could count as mspec

she has albinism! wowie!! I actually researched a specific genetic disorder(?) that causes albinism and is connected to blood disorders and bruising issues, because it seems like a perfect fit, buuut I couldn't find enough useful info for me to be confident enough in portraying it properly, so while certain symptoms and stuff are canon in this au, I'm not sure if I can say she does in fact have it

anyway, she bleeds very easily (it's actually canon in .flow she gets nosebleeds often) and bruises very easily too, and has contacts to help with her sensitivity to light and hide her eye color. she has a limited supply due to refusing to keep up with medical stuff, but she doesn't leave her apartment much anyway

she can seem cold and standoffish to strangers, but she's actually pretty chill and sweet once she gets to know someone better. she definitely has a soft spot for Sunny and Madotsuki, and tends to spoil them a bit when she gets the chance. she's often aggressive and competitive with Urotsuki, but that's because Urotsuki is just extremely good at pissing her off, and even messes with her for fun sometimes. they do eventually get along more, but will always be at least a little snarky with each other sometimes

Sabitsuki actually does make herself seem more intimidating and tough on purpose, in an attempt to scare people away and make sure no one ever hurts her again. she's afraid of letting people get close to her and being vulnerable around others, but it doesn't take long for Sunny to wear her down. it's nice having someone who can easily read the real you but would never even think of judging you

she can also be VERY protective, especially with Sunny and Madotsuki, with how easily she can see a bit of herself in them. she's determined to make sure no one ever hurts them the same way others hurt her

her art style is much more realistic, but still noticeably a bit stylized

Sabitsuki also has a morbid fascination with human bodies, for a variety of reasons

she's pretty skinny, to an unhealthy degree even. she's naturally thin, but she tends to avoid and forget about eating. and when she does eat, it's not uncommon for her to accidentally eat way too much way too fast and just throw it up again...

Sabitsuki's 100% japanese, but in this au grew up in the US so I could keep her close to the other 3

fluent in japanese, and can understand and write in english but struggles to actually speak it

LORE TIME! .flow isn't as vague as yume nikki is, but it's still vague enough that I essentially made up my own story for this au anyway lol. her mother died during childbirth, and Sabitsuki fully believes her mother should've lived instead of her (based on. so many things in .flow. feel free to ask about what specifically if you're curious!), and her aunt took her in and raised her

her health was even worse as a kid, so she spent a lot of her childhood in a hospital. it wasn't all bad though, since this is where she met her first friend! the npc Oreko represents this friend. she often snuck into Sabitsuki's room to keep her company and play with her. they'd keep each other up to date on stuff in and outside of the hospital! though, she didn't live long. Sabitsuki refuses to let go of her memories of her

her aunt did her best to give her as normal of a childhood as possible, but slowly struggled more and more to afford anything, really. she eventually gave up and got into sex work for money, but it wasn't enough. her mental health quickly fell apart. Sabitsuki resents her for this but also can't blame her either

as her aunt's life fell apart, Sabitsuki did her best to stay afloat as a teen, taking on a few jobs here and there to try to help. then she met Smile at school

she quickly grew attached to him and started depending on him instead, even joining the gang he was part of. she managed to blend in well enough despite her appearances, willing to help with any task she was given to keep her spot in the only place she felt like she belonged: in dark alleys with the strays

she felt safe with Smile and his sister. they were like a messed up little family to her

but of course, nothing good lasts forever! soon enough, other members started taking advantage of her, eventually resulting in Sabitsuki murdering one of them. she went to Smile for help, but he refused. his sister was his priority, and he didn't want to put her in danger. Sabitsuki didn't take this well, but he forced her out anyway

she quickly went into hiding after that to avoid punishment for killing another member, managing to find a shitty yet cheap apartment in another city, the same city the other 3 end up in too

aough jesus christ I'm done typing no more

[felixcloud6288]

Higurashi: Festival Accompanying Chapter 1

We know all the secrets surrounding June 1983, but we don't know everything leading up to that month.

Everything begins at some point likely around the mid 1950s. Before she was Miyo Takano, she was Miyoko Tanashi. She was scared of horror stories, loved collecting the flags that came with her kids meals, and loved her parents very much.

S-Save me r/vexillology!! I'm trying to identify all 19 of the flags Miyoko has collected.

The flags I can identify for sure:

Brazil: near the bottom center

Canada: near the center to the right of Brazil

China: in the top right corner

Denmark: In the top left, above South Korea and partially buried under two other flags

Finland: Above Denmark and slightly covering it up

France: The flag covering up Denmark

Germany: bottom left corner

Greece: Center far right

Japan: Near the center

South Korea: Center far left. Partially covered by the drawer wall

Switzerland: Bottom center, next to Brazil

Turkey: Bottom right corner

United Kingdom: Top Center

United States: Top center. Right above Canada

Meanwhile I think these are also in the pile:

Argentina or Austria: The flag under the Swiss and Brazilian flags. I'm leaning toward Argentina because red is drawn in darker shades

India: The flag at the top right above the US flag and partially covered by the drawer

Italy or Ireland: Flag to the right of Switzerland and above Turkey. I'm leaning more toward it being Italy.

I cannot figure out what the flag between Canada and Greece is. At first, I thought it was the Czech Republic, but the shading on this image doesn't match the Czech colors at all. And it's backward too. There's also a flag in the top right corner that is very hidden. All I can tell is it has white on the bottom. My guess is it might be Indonesia. I was also considering Estonia, but Estonia was under Soviet rule at this time and it was illegal to fly the Estonian flag.

I was really hoping the Mexican and South African flags might be in here.

You're placing a curse on your kid if you tell them god will give them happiness if they're good. You're telling them it is their fault when life happens and things fall apart. And almost as if on cue, Miyoko's life falls apart on the same day her father told her that. The only thing you could say she did wrong was she didn't hear her father when he called out to her.

Mr Tanashi losing his right hand in the train derailment is just twisting the knife. It's not enough that Miyoko's mother died in the accident and that she saw her father die. She's also denied one final headpat before he dies.

I want to try being fair to the social workers working on Miyoko's case. This is the mid 1950s. World War II ended at most a decade ago. Around 4% of Japan's population was killed in the war. Two cities were utterly destroyed, and there's the general economic collapse that comes from long-term military action.

No matter how much they may want to help, resources in this environment are stretched thin. Trying to find and contact a single person with no leads would likely be difficult today. It would be a herculean task in the 1950s.

And it's also this kind of scenario that lets an institution like the one Miyoko was sent to to exist. Those social workers were genuinely clueless about how that orphanage mistreats the children brought to it. They genuinely think they're providing the best possible solution given the situation, and the head of the orphanage knows how to put on a kindly face in front of them.

I genuinely don't know if the panel of the man patting Miyoko's head is real or her imagination. Him giving her even the slightest kindness is so out of character. And Miyoko grew up in the exact opposite of an abusive home. Her instinct when seeing someone raise their hand to her is expecting kindness and being utterly confused when she's hit instead.

I love and hate how that first slap to Miyoko is so perfectly executed. A full page image on the right half of the page spread. You just turn the page and see Miyoko violently slapped across the face. It's as sudden to us as it is to her. And right before it happens, the chapter implied that there is hope for her despite everything that's happened. But that one slap knocks the hope out of her and us.

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[original-character-championship]

Bracket A Round 1

Poll 23

River (@mothmandibles) vs. Null (@notagutterrat)

River

She/Her

river deserves to win, because awful bisexual women with no redeeming qualities should win everything! certified asshole, endlessly overconfident (and quick to boast about her phd in bio), she's one to not give a shit about the office she works in suddenly turning into Every Horror Genre Happening at once and turning people into weird shit- it's not her fault, right? she'd remember something like that, surely. Wait- No, she cares now that she's gotten death powers and can control corpses, no downsides at all! just be sure to give her some blood while voting for her, ok? support a fail woman!

When she's not going corpse mode and saying "it's river time" and rivers all over those guys, she's a normal human 33 year old white woman. Fairly tall (about 6 ft), red-hair (according to my friends),and white have i mentioned white. white woman wednesday.

Null

He/him or They/them

He is so sad and just really deserves love! He was an abandoned toy that was left behind and now they have trust/abandonment issues and find it difficult to get close to others but he really just wants to be loved and accepted.

He is a plush anthropomorphic rabbit with white fur dotted with some small black freckle-like spots and long, messy black hair. The tips of his ears are black with a smaller black stripe beneath that and also black stripes going from his eyes down his cheeks. His tail is marked similarly to his ears. He has small red horns in front of his ears and small black bat-like wings on his back. His eyes are red and blue with the blue dripping like tears and he has heart-shaped pupils. He wears a black collar with yellow spikes and a heart-shaped locket. There is a matching belt and a band around his upper left arm. He wears red gloves, red and black pants and has red cloth wrapped around his feet. There is a large red  X-shaped marking in the middle of his chest.

[skylinx2o]

What’s your most favorite games

Geez, this is a hard question ; -; Because I like a lot of games to be honest...

So, the one I like the most at the moment is 'Corn Kidz 64' on switch. It's a retro styled platformer (not a coincidence, it will become pretty obvious I'm really into retro games). It's pretty silly, kinda difficult sometimes but to me at least pretty relaxing and engaging. The main character is a goat lol Tho, this game's humour might not be up everyone's alley :v

Other games I play most frequently on switch are Animal Crossing and Sky: Children of The light. Not much to say here, just cute cosy games to relax with.

Now let me think.... I played Oblivion a lot on my PC some time ago, tho, it was more messing around and exploring plus adding mods. I don't know, the storyline is interesting, but it's not my fault that then sights are so pretty for such an old game (even more so after I modded the hell out of it.) Plus the random things happening around the map make for some fun stories

I also played Sims quite a bit. Both the Sims 4 and 2, but I like 2 more because it has more subtle and cool details. I'd argue it's even more realistic than 4 despite older graphics. But even more than the main game, I like the spin-off for the Sims 2, the Sims castaway. Basically, the Sims 2 but you're stranded on a tropical island.

Oh, and just remembered! From more modern games, I really loved both Unravel games. It's another platformer, and it has gorgeous scenery! You play as yarn creatures in this one :3 It has no dialogue, and story is shown in scenes of memories that appear in the background as you play. And the stories are rather moving

As for mobile games, I think I liked the Cookie Run games the most. I played a lot of mobile games, but non aren't really that good. Pokémon Go and Pikmin Go are fun to Play from time to time, I guess, but I wouldn't call them my favourite.

I really liked the Rayman series a while ago, you can still find some old Rayman art on my Instagram account… But not so much now.

And I liked playing the old Counter Strike (is it called Counter Strike Source? Idk, I think it was even older version) but only with other people, and I have no one to play it with now.

There are a lot more games I like, but some are retro games, like all the classic survival horror games, and emulation can be tricky since, some of them never came to PC. So I haven't really played them… But I like a lot of retro-styled indie games like that, I should play them… I'm sure I'm forgetting some games, but that list would be too long anyway

Ah! How could I have forgotten! Lara Croft/Tomb Raider. This series was why I wanted to be an archaeologist (plans didn't work out tho.) I'm planning to buy the three first games for my switch, since they re-released it not long ago with some graphic improvements! :3

Oh, and one more game I feel like I'd really like would be Vintage Story. It has the look of Minecraft, but is more focused on survival and has some more complicated mechanics. Plus eldritch horror. And underground abandoned cities! My jam really - w-

[cytser]

i'm annoyed so you get a rin vent on a platform that doesn't have my face directly attached

i've seen so many posts both on twitter and tumblr recently guilting people for not posting about current events, and acting as if you're morally/ethically at fault if you're not actively posting about it. and i'm sorry, but are you hearing yourselves?

obviously, what is happening is extremely disturbing. there aren't words to describe the level of horror, so i'm not going to try to find them. i should think this goes without saying, but i'm going to say it just so we're clear that my post isn't coming from the angle of 'but who cares about what's happening?'

but you have absolutely no idea how people are impacted by what's happening. you have no idea what personal connection people may have. you have no idea the impact it may be having on their mental states, and when you act so dismissive and act like 'this is negatively impacting my mental health' is a privileged take, you show what you really think about mental health.

there are so many reasons why people may not feel able to talk about it! people may not be able to understand what's happening. people may have grown up in warzones. people may have delusions, obsessions, flashbacks, suicidal ideation triggered that they do not have a healthy way of managing.

and from a practical standpoint, what is the point in expecting everyone to burn themselves out? when people are burnt out, they lack an ability to critically examine what they're reading. with the amount of propaganda and mis/disinformation, it is extremely important right now for people to be taking time and care to consider what they're reading. insisting that people shout while burnt out just means that mis/disinformation is going to rule. who does that help?

'you're privileged to not be under threat of death!!' well, for a start you don't know everyone's personal situations. but beyond that, you guys know it isn't morally wrong to use one's privilege, right?

when this all started, it triggered my ocd so badly that for days straight i was compulsively checking the news and making myself more and more afraid and distressed. every person who i told, including my literal actual therapist, suggested i stop. so i did! and now i take my news from trusted friends (and a few select other reliable sources) and am trying very hard not to fall into another ocd spiral because with other things going on in my life as well i'm genuinely unsure if i'd survive

i'm glad if you've never reached a level of mental distress where you're concerned for your ability to keep yourself safe, but this is the reality that a lot of people are dealing with, and those people are also the one's most likely to think they're morally failing if they refuse to share every post they see

if you do have the energy to keep posting things, then obviously i encourage you to. but i also encourage you to be critical about what you share, to make sure you understand the history, to understand that everyone is spreading propaganda, and to seriously consider the bias held by the people who's voices you're sharing.

first- and second-person accounts are typically you're best bet, along with people who's jobs revolve around this (activists, journalists, politicians but be fucking careful there), as you can generally assume they know the history - but still be careful, make yourself aware of red flags, read the replies if you're worried because odds are someone will be providing more context there. sharing propaganda is not helpful, it just makes it harder for you to understand what's happening and how to help

part of why this is so difficult to talk about is because the levels of performative activism and just straight-up horrific things i've been seeing on my social media is way more than i've seen during other conflicts. it is very dificult to engage with without a good knowledge, and most people who are engaging do not have a good knowledge

i've had to unfollow so many people over the past couple of weeks because they've clearly been so poisoned from propaganda. it seems a lot of people care more about looking like 'good activists' than they do about actually being good activists

[trpg-dingusmaster]

Ran my usual group through a 5e adventure while the usual gm needed a break.

I... shoukd have kept it more simple but I really wanted to use the interesting but not the best written alternate ending because I liked the extra challenge... so I had to come up with a different reason this thing would happen besides the-- idk because I said so-- kinda reason that was the as written situation because I was sure they'd be more critical of that than I was.

But I wasn't really able to reign in the group enough to... actually DO it so it came out very lack luster and like I gave up on the theme 1/2 way through. I guess at least my issue is consistent- I'm way too ambitious with the bullshit I wanna do. But I have learned at least some ways I can do this adventure better and was encouraged to try and run it at a convention.

The adventure as written was supposed to be a one shot, but we took like 4 sessions to get through it. But I feel like it was the right call to just let them all chit chat and derail, and let these sessions be way more... loose than usual. Though this wasnt cool with everyone nit thatbthey tried any to reign the group in either. I think 1 person actually just doesn't like how I gm tho and maybe his issue wasn't what I originally thought and another didn't appreciate the lack of structure I think she wanted to engage with the content more but was bored from the lack of structure, but everyone else I'm pretty sure had a decent enough time? And I think the group may have needed over all a few sessions of mostly chit chat but yeah maybe not 4.

But I shouldn't have tried to do the thing I wanted i think, or not the way that I did? Or been clear with the group- I want to have time to do this can arrange that? I dunno. But it wasn't bad by any means I just need learn to set better expectations for myself. I saw how they were kinda wanting things to go and I should have read into that better.

I'm glad im... I dunno having a better time gming. I know they're kind of aware how not very comfortable I am behind the screen because of vague "ive had not awesome and very disheartening experience" ( not really horror story material but like... solid blows to my confidence and self esteem never the less) and did take some blame for those things but... like... knowing half or so of the fault is mine doesn't really make it hurt less? It doesn't make it less difficult to deal with? So I appreciate they're patience with me.

I was also sick for 2 of the four sessions, I didn't tell them, I should have either told them and/or maybe not run? But I didn't wanna. I have some personal things going on and kinda needed the distraction.

It was good over all but I'm very much still my own worst enemy.

[dylanconrique]

i wanna kill myself today so bad, and here's why.

i accidentally hit someone with my car. yup, you read that right, i accidentally hit someone with my car. and while it was just that, an accident, and i am not at fault for anything i still can't get over the feeling of wanting to rip my own heart out.

to set the scene for you a little bit. i was going to take my dogs out to the dog park so i could wear them out and hopefully give myself a few hours of peace before they get wild up again on my saturday off. all was going well, i treated myself to my favorite coffee from my favorite café and was jamming out to some taylor swift with the windows rolled down. i was thinking about how good of a day it was up until the moment when i pulled up to a stop at a 4 way intersection, where on one of the corners there is a very popular ice cream shop that families often visit in the summer, and because it's a bright, sunny saturday of course the place is packed with people sitting outside enjoying their frozen treats. so because of that i made sure to turn off my music and really focus on my driving cause i'll be honest and say that i am not the best at being behind the wheel and wanted to avoid exactly what was about to happen from happening. i hit someone.

i checked my surroundings and looked both ways multiple times (3x) over to see for any pedestrians, and i swear on my dead grandmother's life i did not see this man's face among the crowd anywhere. i did a long slow, detailed scan of the area because it was literally littered with families with young children, and i can tell you now this man literally popped up out of nowhere.

i started to turn left and the next thing i know i felt my car hit something in the middle of the road only to realize much to my horror that i had just hit an elderly gentleman. i'm not sure i can put into words how i felt as it was happening because it's all just such a blur to me even a couple hours later now and this is already extremely difficult for me to type out as i realize i might still currently be in shock. in the moment i was sure i had seriously injured, or maybe even killed him, despite the fact that i was driving extra slowly/cautiously due to all the young children out. as it was happening i couldn't remember if he was in the road when i hit him, or if he was actually on the crosswalk. but then the gentleman admitted that he was on his bike on the crosswalk when he saw a dime in the middle of the street, so technically he wasn't where he was supposed to be. this man almost unalived himself in front of me all for the sake of an extra 10¢, and now i am deeply traumatized for nearly killing someone.

[klondiketales]

This is W.E, in principle I expected that Freckle would forgive Rocky, he cannot live without him, and to answer your question, I am from Russia, if you are wondering why I am in the English fandom, it is because in my country Lackadaisy is not very popular, accordingly there is not much content on it, that's why I came here, something like this, so before moving on to my 2 idea, I will say my opinion about chapter 4, I liked it, but I was confused by the names, when the character speaks, for me it made it a little difficult to immerse myself in the atmosphere, and it felt unnecessary, but as they say, this is my opinion, you still wrote everything well, despite this, so now, let's move on to my 2 idea, here

This idea came from another idea, it's Rapist!Rocky x Rapist!Freckle, so I decided to do a reverse version, yeah, Victim!Rocky x Victim!Freckle, I'll explain everything now, the idea turned out a little fantastic, so I understand if you won't add it in the chapters, so I looked at the comments under chapter 3, and I decided to take the idea where Freckle, after being raped by Rocky, decided to kill himself with a gun, after which, he dies, but he ends up in another alternative reality, where he is Rocky's rapist, as a result, he wakes up in the Rapist!Freckle body, and the first thing he sees is Rocky's face, naturally the Victim!Freckle panics until he realizes what he sees, Freckle sees a very thin and Rocky's beaten body, and he realizes that he is in some kind of basement, a dialogue occurs in which it becomes clear that Freckle is not the same Freckle, and that he is from another alternative reality, Freckle realizes with horror and disgust what his terrible copy has done with Rocky, and yes, Freckle feels guilty, even though it's not his fault, after which, Freckle helps Rocky leave the basement outside, it will be a long process of getting over it, and it's hard for them to look at each other, although they realize that they didn't do those terrible things things with each other like their cousins, although maybe they'll get used to each other and have a family relationship, and yeah, it'll be hard to explain to Ivy that Freckle isn't really the same Freckle

Like I said, the idea is too bigoted, so I'll understand if you don't add it in the chapters, and also, if you're wondering what happened to Rapist!Freckle, he ended up in the body of Victim!Freckle, yes, Rapist!Freckle is dead, and lastly, I’m interested in Rocky’s reaction to all this, I think that at the beginning it’s very hard for him to believe that the person in front of him is not exactly his cousin, and he thinks that his cousin has completely gone crazy, until he believed the words Freckle, because Freckle can't lie, we all know that, thanks in advance for the answers

Hi, W.E. You have really good ideas! I can just imagine the way this would play out. Poor Victim!Freckle would be so scared and confused, finding himself alone with his abuser in a dark, unknown location. Then he would realize Victim!Rocky is chained up, and that he (Freckle) shot himself in the head but isn’t dead…they would both be scared, but they would talk it out. Freckle would find they key in Rapist!Freckle’s duffel bag, and he would set Rocky free, and they would talk things out more, and begin their healing journey together. Rocky would be so happy to see sunlight again, when he was so sure he was going to die in that pit. And Freckle would be so relieved to have his nice, loving, non-evil cousin back :”D and Rocky would feel the same.

Like you said, Rocky might not believe it right away, but he would eventually. He believes a lot of crazy things (like in my other fic when he kept seriously speculating that Mordecai is secretly a vampire). He’s kind of a silly, “addle-brained” boy (as Mitzi put it). So this wouldn’t be totally far beyond his suspension of disbelief. And with time, and hearing the details of Freckle’s explanation, and knowing Freckle isn’t imaginative enough or smart enough to create such an elaborate, unbelievable tale, and seeing the bruises on Freckle from the times Rapist!Rocky hurt him, he would believe him. And Freckle would believe Rocky because he saw the chains, and the starvation-level thinness, and the baby stuff, and Zib’s grave…wow. I really want to make this au.

Just wondering, when you said Victim!Rocky x Victim!Freckle, do you want them to be in a romantic relationship, or just as brothers again? I hope I can do this idea soon, but I might not have time until after final exams in April ;u; I’m taking history of modern greece this semester.

Thanks again for the ideas! They’re so good!!!

EDIT: DAMMIT i forgot to say, you’re right about the new chapter, the format is no good. I was basically just experimenting new ways to save time, definitely won’t be doing it again. I just don’t like it. It’s not effective at communicating the emotions of the scene. It sure was shorter than it would have been otherwise, though.

[spideyharrington]

Fix You

Summary: You have a hard time showing your emotions, even with Peter. It’s not because you don’t trust people, you’ve just always found it so difficult to put your problems on someone else, especially Peter. He already has so much to worry about, why would you make him worry about you too?

Warnings: mention of anxiety; mention of insomnia; mention of reoccurring nightmares; brief mention of death; hurt / comfort / slight angst?

A/N: here’s another little cute imagine thing written on my phone in the middle of the night. i also did not proof read but i’ll try to in the morning haha. hope ya like it :)

word count: 2k

It had been a very long day for you. Hell, it’d been a very long week for you. You’ve been sleeping like shit which made your anxiety worse which made you anxious to go to bed which caused such a vicious cycle you couldn’t break no matter how hard you tried. You tried sleeping in one of Peter’s hoodies you stole, but you quickly realized you had it for too long and it no longer smelled like him. You tried playing your sleep playlist, no dice. You even tried watching your favorite comfort show before you went to bed and apparently even New Girl couldn’t help you. Which at that point you knew it was bound to end up being a long month, maybe even two. You thought, just for a second, about having Peter come over or even just facetime you, but you decided it was already three o’clock in the morning on a school night and you couldn’t bring yourself to bother him.

The next day, Peter started to notice how tired you looked and you quickly saw his smile turn into a frown laced with concern when you walked into your favorite coffee shop to meet up with him. He skipped the hellos and gave you a quick kiss before inevitably asking if you were ok. To which you of course replied with, “yeah just need some coffee,” with a light laugh that Peter didn’t buy for a second.

“You sure that’s all? Y/N, you look like you haven’t slept in… Awhile,” he asked searching your eyes as if they held the answer.

“Oh wow thank you Peter. I’m fully aware I look like shit. Now can we please just order our coffee?” you immediately looked down to the ground. You didn’t mean to snap like that at him. You weren’t really offended by what he said, you knew he meant well. He must not have taken it personally because as soon as you looked at the floor, you felt him softly lace his fingers through yours as he lead you to the counter and ordered for both of you.

“Pete I’m sorry I- I’ve just been a bit stressed over this paper,” Peter still didn’t buy it and you knew that. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him the real reason you hadn’t been sleeping. You wouldn’t be able to bare the look on his face.

You must’ve been spacing enough that you went on auto pilot, because next thing you know you’re walking to your house and you’re already about a block away from the cafe. Peter, with both drinks in hand, looked at you and titled his head, that frown back on his face, “Sweetheart?” Your eyes met his and you hummed in response.

“I said do you want your coffee,” he furrowed his brows a bit.

“Oh, yes please,” you took your warm coffee and just held it in both hands, staring at the top of it. You felt Peter’s gaze on you. You could feel his worry. You had to convince him you were alright, otherwise he’ll just worry about you without reason.

“Hey, do you wanna watch a scary movie tonight,” Peter looked at you and blinked. Your question definitely caught him off guard.

“Uh, sure. Yeah of course,” he stumbled with his words a bit before getting his playful tone back, “any excuse to make you curl up as close to me as possible,” he squeezed your hand and smirked at you.

“Oh, shut it Parker! It’s not my fault most horror movies are full of cheap jump scares,” you playfully whacked his arm before returning your hand to his.

“Uh huh, such cheap jump scares that you end up practically in my lap,” his smile grew wider upon seeing you genuinely smile again, which you hadn’t done all day.

~

You had gotten popcorn for you and Peter while he chose the movie. He chose the scariest movie he could think of to ensure that it ended with you completely in his arms, just the way he liked. And it worked for a little until about ten minutes into the movie when he noticed you weren’t jumping or moving closer to him anymore. He looked down at you, legs pulled up onto the couch and head resting on his shoulder, and noticed you fell asleep. His anxiety from earlier came back full force. Now he really knew something was wrong. You’ve never been able to fall asleep while a horror movie was on and it was also only ten o’clock at night, you usually went to bed at about twelve o’clock in the morning. He turned the TV down and changed it to something calmer. He very carefully repositioned a bit so that he could be comfortable and so you wouldn’t have a horrible neck ache when you woke up. He covered himself and you with a blanket and soon he fell asleep too. Hoping you would tell him what was wrong in the morning.

It had only been a couple hours since he fell asleep that he was very much so startled awake by the sound of you gasping for air. He immediately sat up, ready to web someone up. When he noticed it was still just the two of you, he furrowed his brows and reach out to hold you. What he hasn’t expected was for you to push his arms away before going into the bathroom and locking the door.

“Honey? What’s wrong? You’re really starting to freak me out here,” no response, “Please? At least a sound to let me know you’re alright,” you sighed which made him release a breath of his own that he didn’t realize he was holding in.

“I’m alright pete. Just go home. It’s late and I don’t want Aunt May to get worried,” Peter could still hear your unsteady breathing.

“Y/N. please let me in. Both literally and figuratively,” he said in the softest voice he could. It hurt you to know how worried he already was. This was so stupid. Why couldn’t you just tell him the truth? He’s already concerned as hell. But it would just be that much worse if he knew your lack of sleep was because of him.

“Peter i swear i’m fine. It was one bad dream, that’s all. I promise you if something was wrong I would tell you.”

“But that’s the thing. You wouldn’t. You never tell me when something is wrong Y/N! How am I supposed to help you when I don’t even know what’s wrong?” he somehow managed to softly yell at you and you winced, but didn’t respond. Hoping he would just leave.

Peter tried to listen in but all he heard was your heart beating too fast, “alright fine. I’ll go home. If you decide you need anything, please please please call me. Or show up at my house. I don’t care how late it is, okay? If you need me you know I’ll be there. I always am,” he paused, “I love you.”

God you felt so pathetic. You couldn’t even bring yourself to say it back. You were too scared your voice would betray you and crack. He lingered for a few moments before you heard the door close. Well, this just made everything worse.

~

You haven’t showed up to class in two days. You weren’t responding to Peter’s texts or his twenty-two calls. He decided to give you space, but on night three it had been entirely too long. He was worried sick something had happened to you. So, he went on patrol and when he was done he landed on your fire escape. He wasn’t sure if he was going to come in or just look in to make sure you were in fact still alive. But when he looked into your room, he knew he couldn’t stay outside. No matter how mad you would be at him, he couldn’t let you be alone right now. He didn’t have it in him to leave you alone. Between the music video for Fix You by Coldplay blaring and the sight of you holding your knees to your face, he couldn’t just stand there and do nothing.

At first you didn’t even hear your window open and you somehow didn’t notice peter standing there either. He very carefully grabbed the remote from the floor and turned down the TV in an attempt to get your attention without scaring you half to death. You very slowly lifted your head, hoping and praying it was a weird glitch and that Peter was not standing there seeing you like this. To your dismay, he was standing there. Staring right at you with the most heart wrenching face you have ever seen, “shit,” you mumble standing up. You just stand there, frozen. Peter takes in your tired face and your slightly puffy eyes and he swears he can feel his heart breaking.

“Pete you- you should’ve knocked-“ He cut you off by holding you tight. You started to collapse and he carefully sat both of you down on the floor, not saying a word, just holding you tightly as he rubbed circles into your back and kissed your head while you sobbed into his chest.

After you could stop your crying enough to breathe, he looked into your eyes and dared to ask the question again, “what’s wrong honey,” his voice was barely above a whisper.

“I…” you took a deep breath, “I’ve been having this reoccurring nightmare. In it you… You,” your bottom lip starts to quiver again and Peter wipes a stray tear away from your face, “Pete in the dream I watch you die. Over and over and over again every single night,” you start to sob again, “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you Peter. I didn’t wanna tell you ‘cause I didn’t want you to worry and or blame yourself ‘cause I know how you are with blaming yourself for things that are out of your control or-” he cut you off with a quick, soft kiss to stop your ranting.

“It’s ok. I’m here, I’m ok, and I promise I will always come back to you. You’re my reason for making sure I make it home in one piece. Fuck, you’re my reason for existence at this point. Just please tell me what’s wrong next time so I can try to help. I promise you aren’t adding extra stress. I worry about you all the time regardless. You are the love of my life. I don’t think I’ll ever not worry about you.”

You weakly smile at him, your eyes suddenly feeling very heavy, “stay the night?”

“Of course sweets,” he half smiled at you before changing and getting you both comfortable in your bed. You lay your head on his chest and put one leg between his, holding onto his torso as if your life depended on it. Between Peter running his fingers lightly through your hair, his scent and warmth being so close to you, and the sound of his steady heartbeat, it doesn’t take long for you to feel yourself falling asleep.

But you don’t fall asleep without saying, “I love you Peter Parker. Also I need a new hoodie from you,” and when you feel his chest shake lightly when he chuckles, you can’t help but feel warm and smile as you finally get a good night’s sleep.

“I love you more Y/N,” he whispers into your hair.

[askforimagineoroneshot]

Blind yet she saw the most (Jimmy Darling x Reader)

Anon: Hi. I saw that you are doing American Horror Story imagines so here I am. I would love for you to do imagine with Jimmy Darling. Like the reader is one of the circus member. She can't see with her eyes. She has this condition when her eyes are white completely. And she ends up losing them to Stanley by force. And just sad but loving ending with these two apologizing for things that were not their fault. They are in a relationship. Thank you!!

Hope you like this. I love AHS and writing for it. I still read about it a lot too. I didn't see all of 1984 and since then. So you can request anything from other seasons and I would love to do it.

This one is longer than usual but I really got into it. I will write a smaller part two in a few days so stay tuned!

Imagine is mine! Gifs are not mine. You can not repost my stuff anywhere. Be respectful!

MASTERLIST

Reader's point of view

Living with the circus is difficult. But it is where my heart is. Where people I love are. That is where I belong. Until a certain people showed up. They destroyed my home. And it feels like no one is noticing it. That feeling is the worst pain I ever felt. And I went through a lot in my life. I was left behind by my family when I first opened my eyes. It was not that I am blind. It is for the way my eyes look. They are just white. People told me since I was really little that my eyes have no soul therefore I am cursed. And for the longest I believed those people. Until one day when I was about to be kicked out of an orphanage this woman came and just took me with her. It was so scary not knowing where I was going with who. But this unknown voice became my gidens with the name Elsa. She for the first time made me feel like a person that is valued.

Since then I was starting to enjoy life as a gift. I was no longer the girl in the back of the room since she couldn't tell where everything was in the room. My surroundings changed so much and I changed with it.

Elsa offered to show me around and she did that in the evening. But after what felt like a week I was confident enough to go out by myself to explore the world around me. That was a huge change. For the first time I wanted to get out of bed. I wanted to taste life. And that was the day I met Jimmy.

Maybe walking in the field with tents and lines around me was not the best idea. How will I find my way back to Elsa's tent? I have no idea and right now I don't even care. For the first time I am feeling free. Like I am able to breathe.

This woman came into my life and changed it. I am not even sure what color of dress I am wearing right now. But it is not on my mind. I am just walking. Listening to nature around me like I never could in the cold orphanage before.

“Hey! Who are you? You can't just walk in here!” I hear a male voice behind me.

He did scare me. I was zoning out and out of nowhere he was there. I couldn't tell if I was alone or not really. This voice brought me back to reality.

“Oh I am sorry.” I got scared that I did something wrong and that the woman that brought me here is gonna get rid of me because of it. I turn around to try to face this man. When I did I heard him gasp. I almost forgot about my appearance. “Oh. I am sorry. You don't have to look. “ I closed my eyes and tilted my head down.

“Oh I am sorry. I didn't know you were that girl Elsa brought here a few days ago.” I could hear him get closer to me. “I just thought that you were someone from town trying to put their nose where it didn't belong. I didn't mean to scare you or be rude. I am sorry. You have nothing to apologize for.”

There was just a moment of silence but in that moment the mood of the situation changed for the better. I could tell we both relaxed and were ready to meet each other for the first time.

“I am Jimmy Darling, love.” he introduced himself to me. He did take another step closer to me.

“I am Y/N.” I did the same but I didn't get closer to him or opened my eyes. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable. So with my eyes closed I stood there. I was not scared of him but the habit of being yelled at and worse because of my eyes didn't let me feel comfortable around anyone.

“Do you want me to help you somewhere or.” He was trying to be so kind and friendly. I never knew anyone that would care about me. At the time I believed it was not possible for who I am.

“I shouldn't leave the tent. I am sorry. I am just gonna find my way back and I am not gonna bother anyone. I promise.” I said quickly. As I was trying to walk back to the tent I tripped over something in the grass. It was because I am not used to being outside.

“Are you okay?” I feel someone's hand on my shoulder. “Are you hurt?” That was the first time I heard someone being worried for me.

“I am sorry.” My body was starting to fall into the state of panic. I didn't want to go back to the city. For the first time in my life I felt like I could breathe.

“You don't need to apologize for anything.” I felt him get even closer to me. He must have seen my panic. I didn't understand why he would want to help me. “You are safe, okay? Just breathe. I am here.” That was the first hug I ever received. I just let go into him. I felt so tired for so long. I just let go and cried.

When I look back at that day it was a day my life really started. A fresh start that felt like a dream. I for a moment felt like I was in heaven. But then they came.

“Stay here.” Jimmy´s voice was sharp like I never heard him before. We were sitting outside in the shade talking about nothing and then a car came. Since I got here I got so much better at recognizing voices in the distance, noises and what they mean, smells and they're smallest differences but also I began to feel this intuition about things and people.

“What is happening?” I got a little worried. Jimmy was never like this before. Sure, when people from different towns came to us to try to get rid of us, he would calmly tell me to go back to tents and caravans. Situations like this never occur.

“Hello young man.” An ommones voice came from behind. This person was closer than I would have guessed.

“What do you want?” Jimmy did not like him for one reason or another. I get up but don't turn around to face the stranger.

“We came to see Miss Elsa.” a much younger female spoke. How many people came here?

“I will take you to her.” Now a voice I knew as Ethel spoke. The unknown girl tried to be kind and friendly. She thanked Ethel and everything. But my stomach said other things. After a moment of silence when I waited for them to leave us alone I reached for Jimmy. I didn't know where he was but he reached for me as well.

“I am here angel.” I felt his strong arms around me pulling me into him. I let him and hold him with my smaller hands. He could tell I was uncomfortable. The situation was strange. “You are safe.” he whispered into my ear and then kissed it. “Let's go inside. It is starting to get cold.” I took his arm and let him guide me to my caravane.

The feeling that made me uncomfortable returned everytime someone even mentioned their  names since that very moment. It followed me like a shadow that was trying to tell me to run. But I couldn't just leave my family behind.

When I talked about it with Jimmy he did not take my worries that seriously. He told me that he understands that I am worried and that I don't trust people that easily. As time went by I started to feel distant from him. He always spent time with everyone but he never really wanted to stay away from me. I was getting really worried about him. At that moment when I was ready to fight with Stanley, Ma Petite disappeared. Like it was planned by someone to take my attention from these two shady people.

Everyone got really worried and started to look for her. And then other people disappeared and so much chaos was installed.

Just me, in the cold air in the dark. That is what I needed to think about everything that was happening in the past month. Time never flew so fast. I couldn't keep up. The feeling of being terrified from the past returned.

“Evening.” voice behind me woke a terror in my heart.

“Evening.” I replied but didn't move an inch. Scared and waiting for what's to come.

“Let's go for a ride in a car, what do you say sweetheart.” I heard him knel next to me. Panic rising in my every second. He was in charge now. What a blind little girl stood a chance? Only question was how aggressive he is going to be.

“I don't feel like it today. Perhaps someday from now? Jimmy is waiting for me anyway.” I get up to try to walk away from him cursing myself for going so far from the main tent because of the noise.

“He is busy now. Trust me I saw with my own eyes.” he laughed at me holding my arm with force. “Let's go for a ride.” he said as he dragged me through the tall grass. I got so scared that I couldn't even scream.

It wasn't just a drive. I have never gone to these tents since. I was locked in a hotel room. Stanley held me here by force. And he was not the only one that knew about me being here. That same evening Maggie came. She was mad at Stanley. Told him everyone is looking for me and that he promised her to tell her every time someone is going to go missing. I never felt this sick. My friend went missing and died right under our noses just because I didn't voice my worries loudder.

Since that evening something terrible has happened. Some doctor came to the hotel room. He came to look at me. I didn´t understand why but the I heard a conversation about my eyes. Stanley was the person I heard about in the orphanage. The horror stories about the collectors. I was about to become a museum attraction.

I haven't spoken a word since that day. Maggie came to me to tell me she is going to make sure I survive and she will help me get back home even if it kills her. I didn't respond. My home was gone.

The day came and I lost my eyes completely. They were removed completely. I was recovering slowly and painfully. With no medication. Maggie did move me immediately after the surgery. The doctor didn't want me to die but Stanley wanted me to. When I was moved I realized that I hated light since my eyes were missing.

“I tried to get back to Jimmy as fast as I could, but Stanley already convinced him to amputate his hands. He is really hurting but he doesn't let me help. He needs to know you are alive.” Maggie's words made me get up and let her guide me to her car. In the car I had trouble with the light again. I didn't speak up. When Maggie stopped for the first time I thought we were here but she just gave me a silk scarf to cover my eyes.

When we got there she walked me into some hall. I didn't trust her but I couldn't walk on my own in the place that I didn't know. After a few steps I heard shuffling. I stopped and listened to it.

“That's just Jimmy.” Maggie said when I made her stop. I took a moment. There was silence again. I just heard Jimmy breathe. Maybe he was crying. I took another step and let Maggie lead me again. “There is a  bed next to you.” she told me.

I let go of her and took a step by myself. I found the bed I believed Jimmy was lying on. The pain in my head wanted me to let go and get to rest but instead I just sat down. My breathing was faster the normal but I was trying to not let Jimmy see my panic. I am sure he did anyway.

“I am gonna give you guys a space.” Maggie with tears left us alone.

Jimmy's point of view

My physical pain disappeared when I saw her. Now all I could feel is my heart breaking. She got smaller than she was. The light dress hangs on her by a threat. I could see her fear. Her small hands were shaking. When she sat down she tilted her head so I could see blood under the scarf that was hiding what was left of her eyes.

I couldn't even hold her to make the pain I cost go away. As tears streamed down my face I couldn't keep looking at her in pain. The night of panic came back from my memory. I was looking for her after I didn't find her in her caravan. It was late, too late for her to be outside. I didn't spend my day with her because she didn't want me to. I should have watched her from afar ever since our fight about Maggie.

“You were right.” I spoke. “What have I done?” It was hard to breathe.

“Don't put your hand to your eyes. It can cause infection.” hear soft voice spoke. “Be careful. Maggie told me you didn't let her take care of you. Your bandages need to be changed.” she was so close to me but she was never this far.

“I am sorry.” I tried to speak through my tears. “I did this to you.They took your eyes like pears to exhibit them.” I looked down at my arms covered in bloody bandages.

“You didn't do this to me. I did. When I didn't make sure we got rid of Stanley.” her voice spoke again. “It was me that cost lives.”

I need to hold her. She was so scared and in so much pain that I ignored mine. I embraced her in my arms. At that moment she let go and cried. Her body was shaking so violently she was moving me too.

“I am gonna make the pay for the pain they made you go through. I promise you that.” I kissed her head. At that moment I felt her temperature. It was too high.

“Just don't ever leave me.” she was begging with panic.

I  looked around the room. Her body was not fighting the infection in her wounds. She can be dying from it. I need to do something.

[seriouslysnape]

Under the Weather

Harry Potter x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Sickness. 

Word Count: 1,518

“I just hate that you’re feeling bad.”

Harry felt bad. Correction: Harry felt terrible. He watched as you crawled into your bed with sunken eyes and a nasty sounding cough. He wouldn’t ever say this out loud, but you didn’t look so good at all. It was all his fault that you were sick, and he wouldn’t let himself forget it anytime soon.

He had just recovered from possibly the worst case of the flu that he had ever fallen ill with. It had knocked him on his ass for a week due to the fatigue, coughing, fever, and body aches. Pomfrey had done all she could to try to make him comfortable enough, but the strain was just a bit more than her remedies could fix this time around. He was stuck in bed with nothing to do but roll around in his sickness and complain about how bad he felt. 

In the end, Harry was able to recover swiftly and without any real problems. Before too long, he was as good as new thanks to your help. You had taken extra good care of him by keeping him cool from the fever but warm from the chills. You made sure he was eating, even if it was just chicken and soup everyday. You made sure he was hydrated and getting plenty of rest to ensure his recovery...which also included lots of snuggles and kisses.

It turned out that those snuggles and kisses were rather sickly ones, and about the time that Harry was fully feeling better, you had begun to feel crummy. Harry actually noticed it before you did. It was extremely rare for you to sleep later than him. You almost always were up and going before him, but on particular Friday morning, you were still knocked out when he woke up. Not only that, you were unusually warm and ill looking. He had pressed the back of his hand to your head, feeling a pit of guilt when he realized that you definitely were running a fever.

He had woken you up, feeling even worse when you began to cough. He had practically jumped out of your bed, wrapping you up and doing whatever he could to make you comfortable. You had all the same symptoms that he did, and you were guaranteed to be in for a long week. He had insisted that he take another week off from classes to watch over you, but he was already a week behind, and there was no chance that you were letting him fall back more on your account.

He went through all of his classes in a haze of worry. He knew that he had undoubtedly gotten you sick. There was no way that you could’ve gotten it from anyone else. He didn’t even stop in the common room after his classes, going straight back to your dorm where he had left you. When he did walk into your room, you were standing at your trunk, looking weak and drained. You would’ve thought that you had tried to mouth off to Professor Snape by the way Harry reacted.

“What are you doing?!” He shrieked, closing your door and rushing to you.

You threw your hands up in defense, sniffling more drainage out of your nasal passageway.

“What? I’m getting changed. I was in the same pajamas from last night and I felt gross,” You explained with a congested tone, not seeing the big deal, “I’m fine, Harry.”

He ruffled your hair when he noticed it was damp. His face fell into even more horror.

“Did you shower?” He asked as if it were a crime.

“Uh, yes?” You replied nonchalantly.

“But you’re sick! You could’ve...I don’t know! You could’ve fainted or sneezed so hard that you fell or-”

“Harry, I’m not dying. It’s just the flu.” You argued, giggling at his dramatic act.

That sealed the deal. He was dedicating his entire weekend to make sure you were at least on the road to recovery by Monday if you weren’t going to “take care” of yourself.

“Get in bed, you mad woman! What are you doing up?!” He shrilled again, ushering you to your bed again.

That was when you returned to bed to put HIM at ease, looking and sounding just plain awful. That was also when he REALLY started to feel guilty for your current state. He rushed around the room, setting things up the way you had in his when he had been sick. He layered blankets onto your bed, turned on some soft music, made sure the windows were closed to make sure you didn’t catch a cold draft. The only difference was that you had spoken to him in sweet, calm tones. Harry was running around like a chicken with its head cut off.

“Are you warm enough, my love?” Harry asked, adding yet another blanket on top of you, rushing to your desk on the other side of the room.

“Yes, Harry. I told you that I’m fin-”

“Do you want a book? Or maybe I can sneak into the kitchen and bring you a snack?” Harry rattled off, barely letting you get a word in.

“No, angel. I don’t want-”

“I promise I don’t mind! The castle is pretty quiet this time of night and Filch is easy to sneak around and-”

“Harry!” You finally croaked out through your already hoarse voice, “I don’t need anything. I’m fine.” 

Harry’s demeanor softened. His shoulders relaxed and his breathing slowed. He was getting himself worked up over nothing, and panicking wasn’t going to solve anything at all.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry,” He said, sitting on the edge of your bed, “I just hate that you’re feeling bad.”

You shrugged under the pile of covers, giving him a feeble grin. 

“I’m okay. I don’t feel that bad. Just a little under the weather I guess.” You brushed it off.

Harry smiled softly with an even gentler laugh. You certainly didn’t look “a little under the weather”. He had been much more difficult when he was sick. He kicked the sheets off of his body and complained that it was too hot, and then hissed that it was too cold each time he got a new chill. He whined when he had to keep changing clothes because the sweating from his fever dampened his pajamas. You, on the other hand, were perfectly content, even in your ill state. 

“If you say so. Can I squeeze in with you, darling?” He queried, wanting to hold you close in your bed.

“I don’t want you to get sick again. You’re already behind.” You shook your head.

“I don’t care about that. I just want to be with you, my pretty girl.” Harry bantered.

He knew you hated missing school, and you were sure to miss at least a week. The thought of you having to spend the next several days cooped up in your dorm made him feel awful. Worst of all, you weren’t your normal, healthy self and it was all because of him. He wanted you to be happy and at your best at all times, because seeing you happy made him happy. 

“[Y/N], baby, I’m sorry I got you sick. I shouldn’t have let you get so close to me and love up on me. If I had known it was so contagious I would’ve taken care of myself.” Harry apologized, his eyes lowering, finding your hand under all the sheets and giving it a caring caress. 

“It’s not your fault. I wanted to take care of you. I always want to...love up on you,” You remarked, laughing at his previous choice of wording, “I couldn’t let you be sick and not do anything. I care about you.”

Harry’s eyes found yours again, his lips upturning into a wide smile as he looked at your lovingly.

“You really love me that much, huh?” He questioned, bringing your clammy palm to his lips for a ginger kiss.

“That much and more,” You returned with a smirk, “Now shut up and get in bed with me. I need cuddles.”

Harry leapt up from the side of the bed, rushing to the empty, opposite side.

“Yes ma’am.” He joked, crawling in and pulling you flush to his chest.

He winced at how warm you still were, but he was sure that the fever would subside with time. Harry’s paranoia had subsided almost completely, but he still kept a hand on your back to make sure you were breathing...just in case. He’d cater to your every need to make sure you’d be better soon. You’d be back to normal in no time with Harry Potter as your caretaker.

“Thanks for taking care of me, Harry. I really appreciate it.” You sniffed, beginning to feel drowsy as your body fought off the horrid sickness.

Harry pressed a kiss to your forehead, keeping you safe and comfortable in his arms. It was something he would do until forever ran out...with or without a bad case of the flu.

“I’ll always take care of you. No matter what.”

******

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