#it took me a week to get them done and I still have the other half of the episode to gif

[samgirl98]

Connecting a Family 1/?

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Jason and his small family go to Gotham to reconnect with the Waynes during his birthday week

This was supposed to be a one-shot. It didn't turn out that way.

“A little to the left. There! Perfect!” Bruce exclaimed.

He turned and talked to the cleaning company manager he had hired.

“And everything is finished? Are the rooms done?”

“Yes, Mr. Wayne. Everything has been done to your and Mr. Pennyworth’s specifications. You are more than welcome to check.”

“Thank you. I'll check in a bit—oh, that banner needs to go over the doorway, not the window!”

Dick went up to the manager Bruce had been speaking to.

“I apologize for this. Bruce is a little nervous,” he said sheepishly.

“It is no problem, Mr. Grayson,” he said, not looking up from his iPad. “He’s not the worst I’ve had, and he's polite even in his demands.”

With that, the manager left.

Dick sighed and went to stop Bruce from harassing the decorators.

Bruce inspected the balloons on the balloon arc for any flaw he thought they might have. What flaws can balloons even have, Bruce?

Still, Dick understood Bruce’s nervousness.

Jason and his small family finally agreed to stay at the Manor for Jason and Alfred’s birthday week. It had been a surprise for the family in Gotham but a pleasant one.

And then Bruce went off the rails, trying to make sure everything was “perfect.”

Again, Dick understood. He wanted Jason and his family to have a great time in Gotham so they would be more inclined to return and visit, but Bruce was taking it to another level. The best Dick could do was follow Bruce around and try to rein him in. It wasn't working.

Maybe he should bring Mar’i to Bruce to see if she could calm him down. If Dick could figure out which of his siblings had his daughter.

“Bruce, can you help me look for Mar’i? It's time to give her lunch.”

Dick grabbed a hold of Bruce and dragged him away from the decorating manager. Bruce had harassed the poor employees long enough.

“Wait, I have to make sure they got the ballroom!”

Dick rolled his eyes.

“Bruce, you hired them for a reason; they're the best. Let them do their jobs and help me find my daughter. Besides. I doubt Jason and his family will care if the balloon arc is three inches off center to the right.”

“I don’t know. Jason has always been a stickler for details,” Bruce tried to argue back.

“Not to this extent, Bruce. Chill.”

“Fine. Fine!” He took out his phone, “Maybe I can use this time to see if J’onn and Clark will still come. Oh, Kory is still invited. Make sure she shows up.”

Dick pinched the bridge of his nose.

Since Bruce learned that Danny liked space and aliens, he had been trying to bribe him with autographs, telescopes, and other space memorabilia. When Bruce found out that Jason was coming to Gotham with Danny, he called in a favor from his teammates to come over to meet Danny. Still, bothering his teammates will make them less inclined to come.

“Give me this,” Dick said as he took the phone out of Bruce’s hands, “Stop harassing people!”

Batman didn’t pout, but Bruce was close to doing so.

“What if Jason calls?”

“Then I’ll answer. Help me find my kid.”

They eventually found Mar’i in the kitchen eating a sandwich.

Alfred didn’t get frantic, but he was close when they entered. He mumbled to himself and checked over the food. All of which were Jason’s favorites.

“C’mon Alfie, not you, too.”

“I have no idea what you mean, Master Dick.”

“Alfie had been freaking out since this morning,” Mar’i said, “It’s funny.”

“Really, Miss Marie, it’s not funny at all to laugh at this old man’s distress.”

“Mar’i,” Dick said, “apologize.”

“Sorry, Alfie.”

“Apology accepted,” he said even as he read a recipe that Dick knew Alfred had memorized. Dick sighed—this family.

“Alfred, Jason is going to love whatever you make him.”

“Hmm, that may be true, but I’m trying to impress more than just Master Jason. After all, I’ve heard his son is a bit of a hard case to get to one’s side.”

Dick said nothing. Alfred wasn’t wrong. Danny could be a bit prickly. Dick still remembered Danny’s glowing green glare and tried to subdue a shudder. He didn’t think it worked.

“I’m sure Danny will love whatever you make, Alfie,” Dick tried to reassure the old butler. Besides, Dick needed Alfred on his side.

A chime made everyone jump. Dick pulled out Bruce’s phone and read the message.

“Their plane has landed.”

____

Jason took a deep breath, taking in the rancid, smoggy Gotham air. The clouds threatened rain.

It was home.

As much as he loved his little haunt, there was just something about Gotham that made him feel welcomed. It was almost like a mother opening her arms and welcoming him back home.

“Ugh, what is that smell,” Jazz asked while holding her nose.

“That’s Gotham,” Jason said proudly.

Ellie held her little hands over her nose while Jazz made retching noises. Jason laughed.

“C’mon, let’s go get that car. I’ll show you around later.”

“Does the rest of Gotham smell this way,” Jazz murmured. Jason ignored her.

They had opted to rent a car instead of allowing Alfred to drive them or use one of Bruce’s cars. It gave them a sense of freedom to know they could get up and leave in their own vehicle if things went south.

Jason hoped it didn’t. He wanted his two families to get along.

They got in their temporary car and took on Gotham’s traffic.

Jason pointed out landmarks and gargoyles he would hide in when he was Robin. He even pointed out his favorite one. He wondered how many times he had hidden by that gargoyle to get away from it all. It knew all of his secrets, fears, and hopes.  

Jazz and Ellie stared at everything with wide eyes while Danny stared out the window. He looked like he was contemplating something, and Jason hoped it wasn’t something bad, like how he would annoy the family…or scare them.

Because of Gotham traffic, it took them a little over an hour to get from the airport to Wayne Manor. They had seen a few accidents along the way. Gotham never changed, which was comforting in a way. Gotham would always be the same, no matter how long he was away.

They reached the manor and stopped in front of the gates decorated with balloons and lights. Jason smiled. He bet Bruce was going crazy trying to make everything perfect for his prodigal son's return.

Jason put in his codes and watched as the gates slowly opened.

Ellie and Jazz stared with huge eyes as they took in the estate and the manor. Danny was glaring at everything with glowing eyes.

“Behave, Danny,” Jason said in a warning tone.

“I’m not doing anything,” Danny retaliated back.

“Cool it with the spooky eyes, baby brother.”

Danny glared one last time. Then his eyes returned to his usual baby blues.

“Thanks, Danny. It means a lot to me,” Jason said.

Danny nodded once and looked out the window, his chin resting on his hand. He looked very unimpressed by the luxury surrounding him. They stopped in front of Wayne Manor, where the whole family stood waiting to greet them. Lights were decorating the doorway even though it was daytime. It was a bit intimidating, if Jason was being honest. After all, he hadn’t met most of them, and now they were standing before him to judge him and his family. He hoped they didn’t find them lacking. Not that his small family wasn’t anything but perfect…Well, for the most part.

Jazz got out first. Jason followed. Jazz took Ellie from her car seat while Jason opened the door for Danny.

“Behave,” he whispered at his son.

Danny rolled his eyes, “They better behave, too. They have only one chance to impress me.”

Jason sighed. Well, that’s the best he could do. Danny was a stubborn boy, after all. It was all up to the Wayne Family now. He wouldn’t help them if they wanted Danny’s trust and love.

Jason took Danny’s hand and went before the family. His palms sweated as he stood in front of them. Jazz stood by him, holding Ellie in her arms.

“Jason, Jazz, Danny, Ellie, welcome to Wayne Manor,” Bruce said. He walked up to Jason and put his arms around Jason. “Welcome back, son.”

Jason soaked in his father’s touch for a few extra seconds before he started squirming to be let go. After all, he was still holding Danny’s hand, and he felt how uncomfortable his son felt. Bruce let go and got down to Danny’s level.

“I have a surprise for you later.”

“Oh, now we’re trying to buy a kid’s love.”

“Danny,” Jason reprimanded sharply, “apologize.”

Bruce laughed, “It’s okay, Jay lad, I’m not offended.”

“He should be,” Danny whispered under his breath. Jason only caught it because of his super hearing. Even Jazz turned and gave Danny a look. His sweet son didn’t look cowed and jutted out his chin. Jason sighed. He’d have to talk to Danny later.

“Come, let’s greet the family.”

Danny dragged his feet as he walked up.

Alfred was the first one to introduce himself. He bowed to Danny.

“Welcome, Master Danny, to Wayne Manor. I am Alfred Pennyworth, the Wayne Family’s butler.”

Danny stared blankly at Alfred. Jason nudged Danny. Jason wanted this to go well but knew it was up to them. He could try to facilitate things but nothing else.

Danny sighed, “Hello, Mr. Pennyworth. Dad has talked great about you. I like the recipes you taught him.”

“Please, call me Alfred. I’m glad I could please you even while far away.”

“Heh, okay, Alfred,” Danny chuckled and then turned to look at the rest of the family. Everyone started squirming at Danny’s stare. His eyes weren’t glowing, but his stare was intense. Tim even hid behind Cassandra. Danny smirked at Tim’s actions. Duke Thomas walked up first. His stance was relaxed, and he had on an easy smile.

“Hey, I’m Duke,” the newest member said, shaking Jason and Danny’s hands. “I have powers, too. It’s nice to have more people who know what it’s like.”

“Hey, Duke, I’m Jason; this is my son, Danny, and my sister, Jazz, and niece, Ellie.”

“Nice to meet you! It’s fun to have more niblings!”

“I’m not your nephew, and you’re not my uncle,” Danny said quickly.

Duke’s smile didn’t fall.

“Of course, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed. I hope you see me as a family member in the future, even if you don’t see me as an uncle.”

Danny said nothing and looked at the rest of the family. Stephanie Brown introduced herself next, followed by Barbara and Cassandra.

“Call me Cass, though.”

“Cass,” Danny repeated as he studied her, “You’ve been touched by death.”

He doubted anyone else noticed; she didn’t flinch or react, really, but Jason knew, he could feel it in his core, that Cass was perturbed when Danny mentioned death.

“Danny, don’t mention death to other people,” he reprimanded his son. It was one thing to talk about death in their small family, but he doubted others would be comfortable talking about that subject.

“Sorry,” Danny said, sounding sincere.

“My name is Damian Al Ghul Wayne, heir to the Cowl and League.”

“Damian,” Bruce hissed at his youngest.

Danny blinked at Damian, “Okay. Nice to meet you, I guess; I’m Danny Nightingale. I’m not an heir to anything, though.”

“Tt, whatever.”

Damian said nothing, and everyone else introduced themselves. The last one to introduce herself was Mar’i.

“Hi, I’m Mar’i. I heard you can fly, too. That’s so cool! Maybe we can race.”

“Cool. I heard your mom is an alien princess. Have you ever been to space? Have you been to your mom’s planet? It’s so cool that you’re half-alien!”

“Yeah, my mom is from Tamaran. I’ve been there once with my parents. It’s nice. Why do you wanna go?”

“Yes,” Danny breathed out, his body vibrating with excitement.

“Before we plan to let you go on extraterrestrial travels, let’s settle here first, yeah, Danny lad?”

Danny walked with Mar’i, asking her questions. The little girl seemed to be enjoying all the attention. Jason and Bruce brought in the luggage, ignoring Alfred’s insistence that he could do it. The old butler wasn’t getting any younger, and Jason could carry his stuff.

Jason gave one last look toward Danny and watched as he listened to whatever Mar’i was telling him with rapt attention. Jason couldn’t help but smile. At least his son was enjoying himself with one family member. It was a start.

“I’ll go put our things in our rooms. Alfie, where are we going to stay?”

“In the family wing, of course. I have prepared rooms for you and put a crib where Miss Jazz will sleep in case she wants the little one with her.”

“Thanks, Alfie.”

“Come on, Danny. I’ll show you where we’re staying.”

Danny seemed reluctant to leave Mar’i behind. His little boy had gotten attached to his cousin quickly.

“Can’t you show me later?”

“I can show you,” Mar’i quickly interrupted, “You can tell me about yourself now.”

“Okay,” Danny said while following the little girl.

“I’m glad Mar’i and Danny are getting along,” Dick said.

“Me too.”

Dick smiled at Jason, “Welcome back, Little Wing, welcome back.

____

Bruce couldn’t help but hover over Jason.

It was a miracle to have his son back in the manor, and Bruce was enjoying it as much as he could. After all, Jason was only here for a finite time. He was also enchanted by Ellie’s sweet, mischievous smile and Danny’s curiosity about all things space. He couldn’t get a good read on Jazz, but Tim’s warning to stay away from her if they didn’t want to be psychoanalyzed by an intelligent and competent person.

He remembered the wary look his children and children adjacent had given at Tim’s words.

Bruce didn’t want to be psychoanalyzed by anyone, but for the sake of his son, he wouldn’t mind having his mind prodded. Jason loved Jazz like a sister, and he doubted Jason wouldn’t notice if people tried to ostracize her. Bruce would lead by example.

Jason had found happiness with his own family, and Bruce couldn’t help but feel pride and joy for his son. He could only hope he would be allowed to be a part of Jason’s family.

“The drawing room is ready. I have prepared refreshments for everyone to enjoy.”

“You’ll join us, Alfie, right,” Jason asked.

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything, Master Jason.”

Danny stared at the drawing room with disdain while Ellie pointed at all the balloons and decorations.

“I think dad went a bit overboard, huh, Dick?”

Bruce flushed while still feeling a deep sense of joy deep in his heart. Jason called him dad. Bruce tried to keep the tears out of his eyes.

“I wanted everything to be perfect,” he said instead.

Jason rolled his eyes and turned toward his siblings.

“Let me guess. He harassed the workers in his quest to make things ‘perfect.’”

“Oh, you should’ve seen it, Jay; he couldn’t leave the poor suckers alone. I had to apologize for his behavior.”

“He was trying to find fault with the balloon arch,” Tim added, “What imperfections could balloons even have?”

“They could’ve been different sizes,” Bruce added mulishly, “I had to make sure they were all the right size.”

“How many arcs are there,” Jason asked, “’Cuz I’ve seen five already. Were you planning on inspecting them all, B?”

Bruce crossed his arms and raised his chin stubbornly.

All his children shook their heads, their expressions a mix of amusement and exasperation.  

“I can show you videos later, Jay,” Barbara, the traitor, said.

“Yes, please.”

“Alright, why don’t we eat? I’m sure everyone is famished.”

“I don’t know, old man, I’m kind of enjoying poking fun at you,” Jason said.

Bruce ignored his miracle child and went for a cucumber sandwich.

Danny went up to the table and inspected everything. He finally decided on a blueberry scone and bit into it, his eyes widening at the taste.

“Daddy, they taste like yours!”

“More like mine taste like Alfred’s. He taught me everything I know about cooking and baking.”

Danny stuffed the rest of the scone into his mouth while looking at Alfred. Danny picked up a cookie and sandwich as he swallowed the scone.

“Danny, you’re going to choke.”

Danny smiled mischievously and stuffed the cookie into his mouth.  

“It’s not like it’ll kill me,” he said with his mouth full, “I’m already half-dead.”

The room got silent; everyone held their breath. Bruce could tell what everyone was thinking: Died? Danny had died? He’s half-dead?

Bruce knew a little about Danny and Jason and how they had gained powers, but he hadn’t told anyone else in the family, trying to protect Jason’s and his family’s privacy. Looking at the horrified looks on his children’s faces (except Tim’s), Bruce couldn’t help but wonder if he had made a mistake in not giving his family a heads-up.

Danny looked around the room. Then his eyes widened in understanding.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that so casually. I’m so used to joking about my death and resurrection in my old life, and within our small family, I forget that not everyone would look at it as a joke.”

“It’s okay,” Bruce said, “Let’s not dwell on it and eat.”

Jason walked up to Danny and ruffled his hair. It was only then that Danny seemed to untense. Danny said something to Jason, and Jason smiled at Danny. He whispered something in the little boy’s ears and hugged his son.

Mar’i showed up to talk to Danny, and the two of them scampered off.

“Is he okay,” Bruce asked.

“Yeah. Sorry about that. I know death is a taboo subject to most people, but Danny tends to cope with jokes. I do, too, to be honest.”

“I understand. I wish he didn’t have that trauma and had to cope, but we all find different ways.”

Jason nodded.

“So, what’s the surprise? ‘Cuz you already have the manor decked out from top to bottom, and the food is delicious. Don’t tell me you got him a rocket or something,” Bruce could tell Jason was only half joking.

“I’m not that out of touch, Jay lad.”

Jason raised an eyebrow and pointedly looked at the balloon arches and hanging banners.

Bruce sighed. Okay, maybe he went a bit overboard with the decorations.

“I asked Clark, J’onn, and Starfire to come. They’ll be here a little later.”

“Oh, Danny is going to freak. He loves Martian Manhunter. He says he’s his favorite superhero.”

Bruce almost pouted. Why did none of his children or grandchildren say Batman was their favorite? It was always someone else.

“Why’re pouting, old man? No one will say Batman is their favorite because we know you too well.”

Bruce actually pouted before smiling.

“I’m glad you’re here, Jay lad. I missed you.”

Jason tackled Bruce with a hug, “I missed you, too, dad.”

Happy New Year!

[genericpuff]

AAAHHHH????

after weeks of grappling with the potential reality of calling the stupid same-day self-referral clinic at 7 in the morning, a kind stranger who happened to be at the shop today pointed me in the direction of a separate clinic that has nurse practitioners on site for gender-affirming care and don't require that early morning phone queue bullshit

i found out after stopping in that APPARENTLY that nurse practitioner has already left and started their own practice, BUT i was still able to get in touch with them and book an appointment with them almost immediately!

due to it being handled as a private practice, that means it's an expense that's gonna be coming out of my own pocket (I'll see it again come tax season lmao), and there's a lot other steps i gotta go thru before HRT is on the table, but hot DAMN this feels like such a crazy step forward that's left me feeling all kinds of mixed emotions, of relief, of terror, of exhaustion and frustration that it took me this long to finally pull the trigger - but most of all, joy and excitement over something that I had convinced myself for a while I "didn't need" or "could live without". Now that it's actually a real, tangible option that I'm able to make steps towards, I'm feeling euphoria and happiness that I haven't felt in a long, long time.

And honestly, getting this excited over just the assessment appointment already feels vastly reassuring, not only that my ADHD meds are working because you bet your ass early 2024 me couldn't have done this shit LOL but also that my fear and doubts were never true, that I was never "faking it", and most of all, that the version of me who I see in my dreams is out there - he just needs to be found and welcomed back home.

It's a long road ahead, but the first step is already complete - it's all forward from here <3

(now excuse me while i go jump over a parking meter sksksksks i'm so full of hype rn fr)

[mutantceri]

Research Note 125: 5 Therians Progress

Today was supposed to be a day of work on equipment, but somehow 5 of my friends had appointments today! So I stopped in on all of them. These notes may be important one day, but I also just love being able to write everyone's progress down.

[Artwork done amazingly and perfectly by https://www.furaffinity.net/view/59179875/ . Go. Check. Them. Out!]

Blue: Filling In I mention her a lot, but Dr. Blue has been one of the leading people on the biomedical side. She also has been instrumental in my transition, not only helping as I realized who...what I was, but helping facilitate. Sometimes, a little offputting, but always means well. (I wouldn't have anyone else, she is the leading mind in her field across the pond.) She had decided to transition a year prior to myself. Part of her always wanted to be a dragon, but most of her decided to be an otter. Once she moved over to this side of the Earth, she started transition. Our first few times working together, her skin had already turned color in patches. As her body changed, the fur patching continued. She's often explained it in her medical terminology, but it might as well be an alien language to me. The gist, her skin is having a hard time changing even though the rest of her body is rapidly accepting. It's been quite amazing seeing her come out of the lab each week a bit different anatomically, yet still patchy human skin. Likely, that's why we stay close, both have remnants of human we don't exactly want sticking around. We try to stay social outside of work. Outside, she's a playful sociable squeaky otter. Yet at work, she's laser-focused and stoic as all hell. Today, she wasn't supposed to be at work, but she had to fill in for one of the techs whose treatment has left them too sore to come in. Surprised me when her blue-haired head turned the corner to throw me all of the data to load into the machines. And as usual, her seemingly grumpy ass stoically just, delivered them. In return, I smiled back and excitedly took them with a "Thaaaank youuuu, have a good day!" One day, her otterness will show at work too.

Tracy: Closer (KoboldHRT) There has been an... unfortunate situation created by other players in the animal/species HRT space. Some patients haven't actually been given proper treatment, and effectively have been turned to adjacent species. As far as I understand, our lab may be unethical for military practices, but experimentation without consent is next level. So, a team led by Dr. Blue and I have been working on effectively species transition, transition. Taking someone and trying to steer their body back to their preferred path. It doesn't take someone to 100% where they belong, but helps. We figured it's also a good way to help the hybrid species take form better.

My friend Tracy was one of a pair of sisters who chose to be dragons. Unfortunately, their doctors gave them treatment to become a kobold... If you know anything about the difference, you can see the problems. Tracy has been in treatment for 4 years, and now a year of adjacent transition. It's been hard, and long but she is progressing and growing better than expected. Hopefully, soon we will see dragon features start to come out. Then maybe, if we can find her sister, we can treat her too. But that's a story better told by her.

Pigeon: Next Steps (Pigeon HRT) It might shock you, but my friend named Pigeon, is a pigeon. She's near the end of the first phase of her transition, and looks the part of a rainbow birb. We've grown close over writing, and her's about her transition is phenomenal. But, she didn't just want to be a Pigeon, but a plush pigeon. Yes, you read that right. Plump, soft, full of stuffing. But science can't turn you inanimate. But, thanks to the mutation in my skin that left me fuzzy instead of scaly, we can get close. Quite a bit of editing and a bit of science I don't understand, make it possible. I had to have multiple sessions where they removed grafts to try and figure out the right combinations to create a similar mutation for a bird. But they got it down to this: First, her feathers will shorten, but fuzz up to be a bit floofy. Second, we will turn her body's fat production into cells that have large air pockets, simulating stuffing. She will have to gain so much, girth. Weight won't really change. This will also help immobilize her so she matches being more plush. To break the news, we found an adorable mini pigeon plushie, and at what was supposed to be her last appointment, we gave it to her. "Oh my god! She's adorable!" Pigeon coo'd at me. "She's you in a few years girl!" Her face froze, and then it hit her hard. It's so worth all the work to hear all the happy chirps!

T&R: Therapy Together (Hydra HRT) If you've been reading anything about species HRT you'll know there are plenty of dragons and adjacent chosen species. But rare few decide to not only change species; but to use the opportunity to work their split personality out, literally. I met T&R when I was shadowing an anesthesiologist for a plastic surgeon at another clinic. Their heads had split but not... separated, so invasive action was taken by their doctor. It was mutually nice knowing someone who not only was the same species, but had another voice in the head, so we stayed in touch as they recovered. After they recovery, they're doctor recommended more gene editing, and they just so happened to know someone in the field. So today they visited for a session, and afterward, we met up. For being split for awhile, they were still a bit out of sync. When I toured them through the backrooms of the lab, one head ducked under a pipe but didn't warn the other and smacked straight into their side. But of all the things they were learning, it was their size changes we all talked about the most of. Their necks have gotten to where they are more of the snake type, and they are very disoriented by it. I can relate, I've stretched about 4 inches everywhere in the last 2 months and it's very noticeable. I'm excited to see them next, they're progressing so fast compared to most, and have so many odd features that are coming out due to their complex genealogy and the decision to split. Essentially, I'm excited for my friend. Tasha: Fuzz I have a friend who's an artist, who we often use to help concept species. It took a while, lots of doing works for others, before long, she was the subject of her work. One day, she walked into my office looking for a way into the labs queue. Of course, we snuck her in. Tasha associated with cats the most, but not like a tiger, just a domestic long hair meow meow. What we didn't expect, was how well her body would take to that species. A bit too well. Everything seems to come in *fast* with her transition. I hadn't seen her in about three months due to our schedules not meeting up. When we did, I could barely recognize her. She had fully developed ears, paw pads, and a long, flowy, flippy tail. But one thing was missing, and REALLY missing. Not a single hair of her fur has come in yet. The skin has dyed and changed, clearly, melanin underneath is doing something. No fur though. Just her normal hair on her head. (It seems most of us don't lose it, more on that another note someday.) We hugged, had the usual pleasantries, and then the big question almost instantly. I've assured friends in their treatments time and time again, but this one is literally just a waiting game. And that's exactly what I told her. She's clearly nervous, but doing so well. I can't wait to see her face when it all comes, because, with her luck, it'll all come at once.

[tipsynight0]

For the life we never knew

Parings- Jeff the killer x female reader

Word count - 975

TRIGGER WARNING - Miscarriage, blood, grief, child loss, trauma.

Summary - a quiet night takes a devastating turn.

Authors note - As you can probably tell, I’m not your typical Creepypasta fanfiction writer. My stories lean more toward real-life experiences—raw, messy, and unfiltered. Writing has always been more for me than anything else, a way to process what I can’t always say out loud. Maybe it’s a coping mechanism, maybe it’s just a need to put pain into words.

I know I haven’t updated in a while, and for that, I’m sorry. Life has a way of pulling us under when we least expect it. But for those of you still here, reading and supporting, thank you. It means more than I can express.

I guess I’ve always found comfort in heartbreak—in taking a story and twisting it until it feels real enough to leave a mark. So, as you read this, don’t be afraid to cry, to feel. That’s what it’s meant for. And maybe, when you’re done, we’ll both feel just a little less alone.

Hopefully, I’ll have more for you soon. Until then, take care of yourselves—and try not to cry too much.

Becoming a dad was never on the radar for Jeff. Not for someone like him—a serial killer with bloodstained hands and years of unresolved trauma. Jeff wasn’t the kind of man who would teach his kid how to throw a ball or give them advice on their first crush. Hell, he barely had any idea how to take care of himself. But when Y/N came to him that day, clutching the pregnancy test in trembling hands, terror written all over her face—not the kind of fear he was used to, the kind he relished in—it was different. This fear was raw, uncertain, vulnerable. And for the first time, Jeff felt it too.

The conversation that followed wasn’t pretty. There was shouting, tears, accusations, and a silence so heavy it crushed them both. But somewhere in that mess of emotions, there was a spark—something small and fragile. A seed of hope Jeff never thought he’d feel.

As the days turned into weeks, that seed began to grow. The thought of a child, their child, burrowed its way into Jeff’s cold, damaged heart. He found himself imagining things he never thought possible: a tiny hand gripping his finger, a toothless smile, a giggle that echoed in the halls of the mansion. He didn’t just start to accept it; he started to want it.

The house was alive with a strange excitement. Even the others couldn’t help but marvel at the idea of another child joining them—another innocent soul like Sally. Jack stole prenatal vitamins and a doppler, and Jeff had spent hours with Y/N listening to the faint sound of their baby’s heartbeat. He painted the nursery himself, his hands steady in a way they’d never been before. For once, the chaos of their lives didn’t seem so suffocating.

And then came the night that shattered it all.

Jeff barely stirred when Y/N slipped out of bed. She’d been getting up a lot lately, her small trips to the bathroom almost routine. He was half-asleep when he heard her call out, her voice trembling with something he couldn’t quite place.

“Jeff... come here... something’s wrong.”

The fear in her voice jolted him awake. He stumbled out of bed, heart pounding as he rushed to the bathroom. The sight that met him stopped him cold.

Y/N was sitting on the floor, her hands trembling and slick with blood. It was everywhere—on her thighs, pooling on the tiles, staining her nightshirt. Jeff’s breath hitched, his stomach turning in a way he hadn’t felt since the first time he took a life. Blood was supposed to excite him, but this... this made him want to vomit.

“I’ll... I’ll be back,” he stammered, his voice cracking in a way that felt foreign and wrong. “I’ll get Jack. Don’t move, Y/N. Don’t move.”

He didn’t wait for her reply, didn’t dare look back. He sprinted down the stairs, nearly tripping in his panic. He found Jack in the kitchen, dragging him by the arm before the other man could even ask what was happening. His words tumbled out, frantic and disjointed, but Jack didn’t need an explanation when he saw the scene for himself.

Jack knelt beside Y/N, his usually steady hands trembling ever so slightly as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Stand up,” he said softly. “I need to see.”

Y/N obeyed, her body shaking as she clung to Jack for support. Jeff stayed rooted to the doorway, his nails digging into the wood as if it could somehow anchor him to reality.

Jack’s expression was grim as he straightened, his voice heavy when he finally spoke. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

The words hit Jeff like a physical blow. Y/N let out a strangled sob, her knees buckling as Jack caught her and eased her to the floor. Jeff moved without thinking, dropping to his knees beside her and grabbing her hand.

“No,” Jeff muttered, shaking his head. “No, no, no. This—this isn’t happening. Fix it, Jack. Do something.”

Jack looked at him, his hollow eyes filled with something that almost resembled pity. “There’s nothing I can do, Jeff. It’s already happening.”

Y/N’s grip on Jeff’s hand tightened, her face pale and glistening with tears. “Jeff... it’s my fault,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

“Don’t,” he said sharply, his voice cracking. “Don’t you dare say that. This isn’t your fault.”

She sobbed harder, her free hand clutching her stomach as another wave of pain wracked her body. Jeff could only watch, helpless and furious, as the person he cared about most suffered in a way he couldn’t stop.

Time seemed to crawl, every second dragging like a knife through Jeff’s chest. He wasn’t supposed to care like this. He wasn’t supposed to feel this kind of pain. But as Y/N finally passed the tiny, lifeless form of what could have been their child, Jeff felt something inside him shatter.

He stared at the tiny, fragile thing Jack gently took away, his chest heaving as he fought to keep the scream building inside him at bay. Y/N was limp against him now, her strength spent, her sobs quieted into hollow, hitching breaths.

Jeff pressed his forehead to hers, his hand still gripping hers tightly as though letting go would mean losing her too. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry.”

In that moment, he hated himself more than he ever thought possible. He wasn’t supposed to care, wasn’t supposed to feel this. But as he held Y/N and felt the life drain from the future they’d dared to hope for, Jeff realized that maybe, just maybe, he’d wanted to be a dad after all.

And now, he never would be.

[frozenjokes]

tall claims court!

convex week day 4 - gift/prank - prev/next

@convexweek if I name drop the prompt in the end it counts right

“So you see, your honor, this sun is unworthy of his position in such a high value system, and I believe that the rest of this hearing should leave you and the jury thoroughly convinced!” Scar made a little flourish with his hand at the end of his opening statement, which Cub thought was stupid, but all of Scar’s opening statement was stupid, so this wasn’t a huge surprise.. but the judge, Bdubs, seemed to enjoy it regardless. This was going to be a long day.

At least Mumbo’s response was strong, even if Cub was only half listening. Mumbo was nearly as confident a speaker, and the things he was saying actually made sense, so that helped! Cub felt the need to emphasize that he literally hadn’t done anything, but whatever.

The other half of Cub’s splintered focus was on Scar, just sitting at his place in the stand, regarding Mumbo with more attention and respect that Cub was giving his own lawyer.

“Despite his rocky exterior and curt dealing with the moons in his system, my client has done nothing deserving of this drastically out of proportion proposed sentencing.”

When Mumbo sat down, Cub was still looking at Scar. Mumbo elbowed him and Cub jumped, a few sparks flying from his shoulders.

“What?”

“Stop ogling the prosecutor.” Mumbo hissed under his breath, to which Cub responded at a normal volume, no need to whisper.

“I’m not.”

Judge Bdubs glanced their way, but said nothing as the court was passed back to Scar, the moon introducing his first witness. Cub had no idea who this ‘witness’ was, not by name or face, and he assumed this would likely be a trend. Whoever they were, though, they did not look happy with Cub. Scar prompted them to begin.

“I was a Mars moon, one of the two orbiting that planet, and I was having some interpersonal issues with the other moon, with few places to go. We just didn’t get along, and I was feeling lost, anxious, and while I would have loved to visit Earth, I just felt too anxious to be in such proximity to other life. I was in a bad way. So I went to Cub.” The moon turned their frosty glare to Cub, which took him a second to notice with how intently he’d been staring at Scar, but then he remembered he didn’t care, and continued his Scar-gazing.

“Cub doesn’t have to leave the sun to watch the Earth, I never knew what kind of magic made that possible, but I thought this could be a solution for me, a break from the other moon, and a less anxiety inducing way to witness the life I’d worked so hard to be able to see. Cub was civil, I guess, when I first visited the sun. I’d never met him before, I didn’t know what to expect. I told him exactly how I was struggling and what I wanted, but he was always more concerned with the moons, that everything was okay on Mars, and the other moon was doing their job and not how the two of us were getting along. Mars was fine, the moons were fine, everything was fine, but when I told him that, he just stared at me and asked what the problem was. I told him! I had run him through it several times! I was sent back to Mars before I could even ask about his alternate Earth viewing station.”

“From there, everything was worse. When the other moon found out I’d gone to Cub, they were furious, my anxiety was debilitating, and I was desperate, I just needed an escape. When I tried to go back to the sun, explain what was happening, Cub was nothing short of foul. He extended no pity, no empathy, was frustrated with me for bothering him, for asking for something so stupid when I could just go to Earth with no issue, and I felt my position was threatened when his concern lied only in how well I could perform my guardianship of my moon. After spending decades working towards that position, I didn’t even last another month. I never got to enjoy the Earth, and only got berated for issues outside of my control.”

Scar nodded to his witness when they finished, turning his gaze to Cub. “Now, I would just like to know if the defendant has anything to say about this. It was a long time ago after all, maybe he’s changed his point of view.”

Cub rolled his eyes and made Mumbo tensed, kicking him under the table, which, everyone probably saw. Deny deny deny.

“I am the guardian of the Earth system. My first priority is ensuring every moon, planet, and star are being properly and competently cared for. I have no other obligations, especially for asinine requests. No life on Earth knows we exist, you don’t have to bother me every time you want to see it, you can just go, that’s so stupid-“

“My client has nothing else to say!” Mumbo cut in, but Scar looked pleased nonetheless. Luckily, Mumbo had a lot of reasonable smart things to say to the jury, so Cub didn’t have to, and even after a seemingly endless amount of mostly benign accounts from moons Cub barely remembered, Cub felt very little like he was on the back foot here. Maybe Scar’s goal was truly just to waste his time. He certainly kept throwing smug looks back after each of his exaggerated flourishes.

But in the end, Cub was just bored. There was nothing better than doing fuck all on his own sun, but it was cold and Cub couldn’t just space out because people kept talking at him and getting mad and telling him to stop staring at Scar, but Scar was the most interesting thing to look at in the room, and if Cub was going to be subjected to this much bullshit, he might as well rest his eyes.

And then all the fire in the courtroom flared with a loud fwoosh, then burnt away into nothing, embers floating to the ceiling and promptly dying, leaving the entire room in complete darkness.

Something clicked, and Cub was suddenly blinded, squinting at the bright light assaulting his vision. There was another spotlight across the room, centered on Scar. Cub threw Mumbo an alarmed look, but his lawyer looked just as surprised.

A dim light faded in over the judge’s stand, Bdubs’s imposing form illuminated in his raised position overlooking the court room.

“I’ve noticed..” the judge drawled his words, making sure he had the attention of every single star and moon in the courtroom. “Some tension abound.” Bdubs looked from Cub to Scar and back to Cub again, which was weird and annoying.

“You’re being weird and annoying.”

At the same time Mumbo elbowed him, Bdubs grinned, not without menace. “It’s not your turn to shine yet, Cub, so why don’t you simmer down before another strike is added to the board.”

Cub looked up, the ‘strikes’ above his head illuminating once more. He had four, three from talking out of turn and one from a brief scuffle between Mumbo and Scar, but both of them had gotten a strike for that, then got dropped into The Pit for a brief twenty minute recess. In Cub’s defense, Scar also had two additional strikes, it wasn’t like it was exactly hard to get them. If Cub’s side got five.. well, Cub didn’t know exactly what would happen, but he was a little bit afraid of Bdubs and didn’t particularly want to find out.

“Comment revoked.”

“Thank you.” Bdubs sat up a little straighter, pleased. “Now! Let’s play a game called Will They Won’t They!” Scar groaned, head hitting the desk, and Cub was almost certain he’d get a strike for that, but Bdubs was too intent on explaining his game.

“Now, unless I’m mistaken, and I’m never mistaken, it seems to me that kindled passion burns bright in one of our contestants tonight, and the other; heart burned and scorned so many times before, still shows interest despite it all..”

Scar sat up suddenly, flakes of frost flying from his hair, “Objection! Bdubs, will you stop trying to set me up with the criminals on the other side of the stand? I don’t know how to explain to you that this is possibly the worst place for me to find a partner, especially if that star is the asshole I dragged here in the first place!”

“Ah, yes, yes, young love.. You say you can’t stand them, yet you’re always bringing the same kinds of stars back to my courtroom, I see you, Scar, I see you.”

“I’m a criminal prosecutor!”

“Objection dismissed. It seems to me, Cub’s got the eye for you too. What say you, Cub?”

“I’m confused.” Cub looked to Mumbo, but Mumbo seemed nearly as resigned as Scar as did distressed. “I’m confused,” he said again, to Bdubs this time. The judge was no less radiant.

“He’s confused..” Bdubs spoke slyly, like this was some grand reveal, “Now, is he playing coy, or does he really not know..”

“Is this part of the trial?” Cub tried, strained. He didn’t like all this attention, he didn’t like standing out so much, it had been a long time since he’d been in a courtroom, but he didn’t remember this.

“Ogling was the word Mumbo used, and I think it suits your behavior over the course of this trial quite impeccably, don’t you think, Scar?”

“You know, I thought he was into me too for a very short couple of minutes, but I really think he’s just stupid.”

“What?” Cub bristled, caring very little for the way Mumbo tensed up. “I’m not- I’m not into you, where would anyone have gotten that impression?”

Bdubs knit his fingers, squinting at Cub with a great scrutiny. “If I thought this star had any capacity at all to play coy, I would be greatly suspicious right now. Maybe he is stupid. He just doesn’t know he’s in love with you.”

“That is not what I meant!” Scar hissed, while Cub just sat there, dumbfounded.

“Do no one else’s eyes hurt, like, all the time? My eyes were so tired I didn’t even know it until they got a break, I don’t even know why his insides are so black, but I refuse to believe that no one else here’s eyes aren’t constantly drawn to the dark.” There was some murmuring among the crowd, faint discussion that seemed to come to the conclusion of yes, Cub was the only person in the room who had this problem. Great.

“Irrelevant!” Bdubs declared, drawing the attention back to himself. “Now everyone in the stands, the jury, witnesses, everyone, please look under your seats where you will find three cards; they will! they won’t! they could! I am going to introduce the contestants, and on the count of three, the audience will decide their fate! Are you ready?”

The silence was deafening. One star in the back gave a small pity whoop.

“Great!” Bdubs clapped his hands together, having no qualms with the lack of enthusiasm from the crowd. “On the right we have the civil hero, actor for justice with a mysterious past rivaling the dark side of the moon, Scar!”

A few small, if not hesitant claps followed this up.

“On the left with have Cub, the infamous Earth sun, a light in the dark, but certainly not for most moons in his system, though, our hero seems to have caught his attention, and on a journey of love and acceptance, the two of them might just make each other more fulfilled celestials..”

Silence.

“What do ya say? Will they, or won’t they!?”

The dark walls of the courtroom suddenly ignited, flame greedily swallowing up the cold that had drafted in, its light revealing the opinion of the entire courtroom. ‘They won’t!’ Unanimously, except for Bdubs, who was holding a ’They could!’

“Great.” Scar seethed through gritted teeth, firmly setting his ‘They won’t!’ card face down on the desk, “Can we get on with it now.”

“Ah, yes, the sentencing!” Bdubs declared, and it was probably lucky for Cub that Bdubs couldn’t hear Mumbo’s WHAT over the sound of his own voice, or they might’ve gotten their fifth strike.

“I- Objection? Objection, your honor!” Mumbo gathered himself, though Bdubs looked less than interested, “The jury haven’t even decided whether or not Cub is innocent or guilty, how can we just move to the sentencing?”

“This is my court mister Mumbo, and in my court, anything goes! Anything I want that is. And I want the Earth system to be open!”

Cub’s heart dropped. What!?

“Cub, sun of the Earth system, for your crimes of negligence and unnecessary cruelty to the moons in your system, past and present, you will be sentenced to one Earth month of complete accommodation for any moon, star, or planet that wants see life on Earth.”

“I- I can’t do that, I literally can not do that.” Cub whipped around for any kind of support, but it seemed every single celestial in attendance was greatly excited by the idea of visiting a life system that had been so exclusive for so long. “Your honor, I have these strict entrance guidelines in place for a reason. Just because most life forms can’t see us, doesn’t mean we don’t exert energy- a lot of energy, heat especially- Cramming a trillion celestials in the Earth system would destroy it, and if you think that number is an exaggeration, you would be wrong. But even with smaller numbers- life is sensitive, I could not possibly sustain the kind of parade you are suggesting without massive consequences.”

Bdubs considered Cub thoughtfully, but hoping was a mistake, Bdubs’s eyes narrowing in keen interest. “This is true, I know. But you aren’t the only sun in charge of a life-system, and nearly all accommodate some kind of visitation. The number of celestials a life-system can accommodate without affecting the atmosphere isn’t anything to scoff at either, and many have already dug into the metrics of your own system, Cub, despite your continued insistence that it is more fragile than what is reality. I will have these numbers double and triple checked, then halve it, and that will be the final tourist population you will be accommodating. I can assure you, no life will be harmed. But I think you already knew that.”

Oh god. Oh god.

But Bdubs wasn’t finished.

“Additionally, I understand it’s been many, many years since your initial training, and that’s a lot to forget, truly it is. You seem to have forgotten how to act, and we can’t have anything but the best for your future visitors, yes? Your sun training aids will be reinstated, and I am personally appointing Scar to supervise. You will be delivered the dates personally, and be included in all planning meetings to ensure this goes smoothly.”

Cub felt his blood run cold. He wanted to speak, argue, but his voice seemed to have left him completely. This- This had to be some kind of prank or some- some- he didn’t know! He opened his mouth to try and negotiate- anything, he’d take it all, he’d take the whole universe in his system, but not the training aids. He couldn’t do that again.

No words left him.

Cub looked to his right, stunned. Scar was smiling.

[thanosscross]

Fan Boy- Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader part 3

So! I'm trying something new whenever I write out tour scenes! So let me know what you think! I wasn't sure on either to put English lyrics or Korean, so I stuck with how the song is sang, but if you guys preferred the English lyrics instead, just let me know <3

Summary: After not being able to see your best friend for three months, he decides to surprise you during your show, only to let you know some important infortmation you seemed to forget

Warnings: you bein a sexy dancer on stage, because we also love an outgoing out there reader <3

Leaving Seung Hyun was one of the hardest things you had ever done, the hardest? Picking yourself back up afterwards for the start of your tour a month later. You were grateful for your bandmates who were like family to you, they were supportive of your process for awhile before finally forcing you out of bed to get prepped for tour, knowing they couldn't have an upset depressed Y/n on stage. It took a few weeks, so about three of your shows to get back into your tour groove, which the boys were excited for considering they had planned something for you during the next show.

As you stood on stage you looked at the boys "So I was thinking, instead of this...I try this?" You asked, swapping out your usual dance move for something you had learned watching other's concert videos, Ji-Yong raised his eyebrows in shock, not knowing how well the sexual dance move would go over "I mean...If you're willing to risk a few marks with management" Dae-Sung smiled, happy to finally see you back to your usual self around them. As you rehearsed further you questioned why Ji-Yong and Tae-Yang were so adamant about you being on your guys' V.I.P section side of the stage, they just rolled their eyes explaining their were older than you in k-pop. That was always their go-to, even though you were only a year younger than Ji-Yong they would still try and find every way to say they were older, often going to the fact they've been preforming K-pop longer than you.

As the show started you stood in your spot beside Ji-Yong, clapping your hands along to the beat of Bang Bang Bang, watching as Ji-Yong jumped down from his spot starting the beginning verse

"Nan kkaeeona, kkaman bamgwa hamkke Da deureowa, damen nugu charye Han chi apdo bol su eomneun makjang gerilla Gyeongbaehara, mokcheongi teojige, yeah"

You stood still before you heard your cue to jump down, holding the microphone as you rushed towards the camera set up to film your show as you rapped, making sure to cut yourself off so you could still hear T.O.P's background vocals like usual

"Jjijilhan bunwigireul jeonhwanhae Gwanggireul gamchuji mothage hae Namjadeurui pumwi, yeojadeurui gasik Iyu moreul jasingami bolmanhae Nan boran deusi neomunado ppeonppeonhi Ne momsoge pagodeuneun aelleoji Isanghan jeongsinui sulleongineun cheonji Oneul yeogi mubeopji"

You watched as Ji-Yong did the next two verses before you all four lined up for the chorus, trying to put on your best performance you kept eye contact with the camera as you rolled your hips with your arm

"Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Ppangya, ppangya, ppangya Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Ppangya, ppangya, ppangya"

As the song ended you made your way over to your mark for your single with Ji-yong, keeping your hands on his chest waiting for your cue to begin. As the song started you followed what you showed the boys in rehearsal, sliding your hands down his chest and hips as you lowered yourself to a squat before bouncing back up as you turned around starting to rap your verse, leaving Ji-Yong to follow his own chorography as you walked towards your mark, as Ji-Yong started his second verse you smirked, deciding to throw in your own moves as you slid to your knees before moving your legs in a fluid motion to sit with your knees slightly spread. Bouncing your hips slightly to the beat of the music you slid your hand down your neck and chest, letting your body slide back against the stage, before rolling to your stomach, sitting back on your knees before bouncing back up to your feet, only now seeing Choi Seung Hyun sitting a few feet ahead of you watching with a shocked expression, noticing your eyes found his, he offered you a sweet smile, you quickly snapped back into your zone of preforming trying to contain your excitement.

After preforming a handful of more songs between the four of you, you all stood at the end of the stage, you being placed between Ji-Yong and Dae-Sung, you threw your fist up with the last bass drop of Fantastic Baby before the four of you rushed off stage, once you got your microphones off you peaked out to see if you had actually seen Seung Hyun or not, seeing him still seating, glancing around while trying to stay as lowkey as possible, you gasped excitedly turning around "Guys!!! It's him!!! Seung Hyun's here!!" You squealed bouncing on your feet, Ji-yong smiled a bit, watching the Y/n he grew up with coming back as you waited impatiently for Seung Hyun to make his way back stage.

"Ji-Yong! Ji-Yong! Look!" You squealed seeing Seung Hyun pass by your security guards and start to head towards you with a smile "I know, Yeobbo, go get him!" Yi-Jong cheered, laughing as you took off for your best friend, Seung Hyun laughed as he hugged you tightly, you giggled squeezing him tightly as he spun you around "You're here! I've missed you!" You chanted as he set you down "I promised, didn't I?" Seung Hyun teased, you just blushed holding onto him tightly, scared if you let go, you'd be dreaming and wake up. Seung Hyun was first to pull away, smiling as he looked at you "I didn't recognize you up there! You've got a whole new haircut and color, and the y/n I saw up there was not my sweet shy one" He smiled, chuckling with a slight blush as he recalled the memory of preforming. You had a blush of your own but for a different reason, Seung Hyun called you his shy cute Y/n, noticing your flustered expression, Ji-Yong smirked motioning to you "Told you she liked him" He stated proudly, happy the others finally had proof, Tae-Yang and Dae-Sung always trying to write off your feelings as just leaving one of your role models, not understanding what Ji-yong was ever trying to say. "They are cute" Dae-Sung whispered watching his old friend take your hand gentle as he was pulled over to the others by you. "Guys!! Look!!" You excitedly shouting, the boys just laughed at your excitement, giving their friend a hug they offered him a sympathetic smile "We're happy to see you, and sorry how shit went towards you leaving" Tae-Yang explained as he pulled away from his hug with Seung Hyun "It's alright, over the last couple of years I've been able to do a lot of thinking to myself, and while I don't plan on coming back anytime soon..I don't see why I can't support Y/n and you boys" He explained, glancing towards you, feeling his cheeks heat up whenever you smiled at him excitedly, you couldn't contain it though, after getting so close and then basically going no contact for months, it was hard, so seeing him again in front of you all of a sudden made you feel like a kid on Christmas again. "So you're going to stay!?" You gasped turning around quickly, Seung Hyun just chuckled at you shaking his head "I'm here for a week, Ji-yong told me your guys' schedule, so I matched mine for you" He explained, you felt butterflies in your stomach as soon as you met his gaze, other than the boys (Who were like your family) Seung Hyun was the first man to actually make an effort to see you and work around your difficult schedule.

"A whole week" You stated again in awe as you rode back to the hotel, after a small argument with security about Seung Hyun going back with you, you were quick to pull him in the car. It'd be a giant lie if Seung Hyun said he didn't feel something watching you give the security guard a piece of your mind for him, most people would just try to find a way around it or tell him sorry, but you immediately gave the guard a glare before starting to argue with him, just like your rapping style, your words were quick whenever you yelled at the man who was almost two feet taller than you, not to mention about three of you in size of just pure muscle, but you still showed no fear, the boys just watching like it was a usual occurrence for them. As you entered your shared hotel room with the boys you let yourself fall on to the bed, not even caring about changing out of your rehearsal clothes, you were too exhausted at this point to want to do anything, that was until you felt Seung Hyun drop next to you. "So, this is the famous Y/n L/n's after show routine?" He teased, resting his arms under his head as he glanced at you, slowly turning your head you narrowed your eyes at him "Yelling takes a lot out of her" Dae-Sung commented from the bathroom "Do you yell often?" Seung Hyun laughed, watching you rest your cheek on your arms to face him "At least once a show, there's always at least one asshole who thinks I care about their opinion" You shrugged, Seung Hyun nodded before smirking "Opinion on me?" He teased, your cheeks heated up with a blush as you hid your face "You're still a big part to K-pop in my eyes, even if you retired, you still did a lot for K-pop while you were here" You smiled looking back towards him "So, whenever people who haven't ever met you try to share their opinions on what kind of person you are, it makes me angry" You huffed rolling your eyes as you rolled onto your back, Tae-Yang laughing as he noticed the rant Seung Hyun just put you into "Because! How dare they!?" You started, not stopping until Seung Hyun pressed his lips to yours, causing you to immediately shut up and go red with embarrassment.

"Sorry, You were just going on for almost two hours now" Seung Hyun laughed softly as he pulled away "I've been trying to get your attention for half of that" He added, you just covered your face before looking at him "Why are you blushing?! I'm an actor, you're the K-pop idol who was named one of Korea's sweethearts for the year!" He teased, still remembering your photo shoot you had posted whenever it was first announced. "Yea well, management has made it very well known, if I continue my outbursts I can't be a sweetheart" You laughed, resting your hand in his causing him to intertwine your fingers with his. "You'll always be a sweetheart to me" He muttered sheepishly nudging your shoulder as he glanced at you "Only if it's your sweetheart" You flirted, deciding after that kiss it was time to test the waters, I mean you had both talked about having feelings towards each other, you just never really talked about what to do about it. "You're already my sweetheart" He laughed, you looked at him in shock, had you been unknowingly dating this man for the last three months without knowing? "Wait...Did you..did you forget?" Seung Hyun gasped as he noticed your shocked expressions to his words "N-No" you protested, he just laughed harder, finding your lack of this memory adorable "Before I took you to the airport! I asked if you wanted to see where things went! and you said yes!" He continued, not being able to hold back his laughs and giggles as you sat up to look at him again "Seriously!?" You gasped standing to your feet, how the hell did you manage to forget that entire conversation? "Yes! I just thought you weren't the affectionate type!" Seung Hyun replied, sitting up to take your hands in his, smiling as you looked at him with the same shocked expression "I'm dating Choi Seung Hyun!?" You shouted, gasping whenever you watched him nod with the same cute smile he'd give you while you filmed or talked about your childhood with him. "Holy shit. Holy shit...Management is going to kill me" You whispered, Seung Hyun took your words as fear at first until he noticed the unhinged excitement in your eyes, it wasn't a secret you liked to purposely liked to cause trouble between you and your Managment's company, you knew they wouldn't risk dropping you, knowing how well the fans reacted to you joining, and how much higher their ticket sales with both males and females increased after your first show with the boys, so you purposely rocked the boat constantly, even going as far as using your immunity to keep the other three boys out of trouble most times. You couldn't get away with a lot though, most times Ji-Yong having to put you back in your place of not going too far, this was one of the 'worst' things you've done though, you knew they wouldn't be happy about this, still seeing Seung Hyun as controversial, you didn't care though, you knew if they ever tried to say anything about it or to Seung Hyun you'd let them see how angry you could truly get with the subject, even if it costed you your job.

"You are wild, Aein" Seung Hyun chuckled playfully watching your expressions change as you thought to yourself, you looked at him after being pulled from your thoughts. "So...this is..like for real?" You asked cautiously, Seung Hyun just stood up, taking your hips in his before pressing his lips to yours, his touch was soft, like if he was any rougher you'd break under his touch, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, forcing him to bend down slightly. Whenever you pulled away you were panting slightly, trying to catch your breath the best you could before speaking again. "Was that for real enough?" Seung Hyun whispered softly, resting his forehead against yours as he held you to him closely, you just nodded slightly before hugging him "I missed you..really bad" You whispered, he just moved his hands to your back, running his fingers up and down it as he spoke "I know..Ji-Yong told me about your first shows chorography" He teased, you just blushed brightly, now aware he knew you had followed one of his old dances for your show "Shut up..I'm gonna kill him" You muttered glancing towards the door, knowing your friends would be back from the restaurant soon.

"It was cute!" Seung Hyun protested, watching as you struggled on stage rehearsing "I'm not supposed to be cute right now! I'm supposed to look cool! But this stupid box!" You shouted kicking the box over, the box finally it sat still, making you growl even more, you were supposed to start standing on a boxed platform, jumping off as the music started, but every time you tried to leap off the box would move sending you tumbling down. "Why not just move on to a different part? Come back to it?" Seung Hyun, you quickly shook your head, knowing your song with Ji-Yong came next, and you were not in the concert mindset to be able to be that overly sexual without feeling embarrassed and flustered. "Why- ohhhh" He nodded seeing Ji-Yong walk out in a deep red suit "Ready, y/n? Management wants us to remember we're breaking up soon so don't be too attracted to me" He teased, tossing his imaginary long hair back, you just raised your eyebrow looking at him in shock "I think I'll be okay, Ji-Yong" You chuckled before looking at your boyfriend again, him giving you a reassuring nod as he sat down on the chair you had brought out for him.

As you started your show that night the vibes on the stage were a lot more hyped up than usual, You were giving everything your all, and it was encouraging the boys to meet your energy levels. Jumping around the stage circling the boys you started 'your' verse to sober, You smiled as Dae-Sung followed your lead, matching your jumps as you all sang together, moving around the stage you glanced to Seung Hyun who was hidden by the control panels with your stage manager, you had decided that would be the best place for him so there wasn't the risk of him being swarmed considering your V.I.P section at this show was placed on the floor a little closer to the barricades area. Bouncing around as the song ended, clapping your hands to the song you made your way to Tae-Yang to pose on your mark with him. As the bass to your song with Ji-Yong played you acted overdramatic with your annoyance, walking away from him as he tried to follow your usual chorography, the crowd screaming as you dipped down in front of Dae-sung rapping your verse, keeping eye contact with Ji-Yong throughout the song, keeping a glare on your face anytime you passed him.

Whenever the show ended you were panting holding your hands on your knees, the boys taking the initiative to stand around you, blocking any way of someone getting pictures of revealing angles of you. Whenever the platform lowered you all down to the private area underneath the stage, you quickly grabbed your water, starting to chug it as Seung Hyun made his way over "Slow down! You'll get sick!" He warned as he high fived his friends, congratulating them on a good show before taking your wrists in his gently "You were, amazing, where did all of that come from?" He asked smiling, referring to you jumping around dancing 99% of the show, even whenever you weren't singing or rapping, you just shrugged smiling as you looked up at him "Just a good day, I guess" You smiled happily, you couldn't help but notice how he looked at you, it was the same look you caught him having whenever he stared at photos he took of his favorite areas or his favorite art pieces, Seung Hyun couldn't help it, out of all of the beautiful things he's seen in his life, nothing compared to you, it was odd to him, he had never felt this way about a woman, not this intensely, but as soon as you walked into that damn set he was head over heels for you, spending time with you and getting closer just made him fall harder. That was one of the many reasons the boys warned any guy that tried to get with you, everybody that did fell hard and fast, and you were always too busy for relationships that required constant attention, so someone would always get hurt, but they had hope for the two of you, Seung Hyun had been in your shoes, so surely you two would be able to find a way to make it work. Right?..

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To Love a Worm | Fred Weasley

Summary: Fred is confronted with the question dreaded by all men in a relationship, "would you still love me if I was a worm?" However, a surprise twist to his conundrum causes him to become absolutely livid.

Warnings: you are jinxed, Fred getting revenge, nothing violent.

Word Count: 2485

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Someone had decided to prank the Weasley Twins. Some poor fool thought it would be hilarious to see the duo fall victim to a prank rather than be the orchestrators of one as a method of revenge. Unfortunately, he was stumped on how exactly to approach it, not realizing just how much finesse the task would require. He brainstormed for a few days, watching as the Weasleys pulled prank after prank, hoping he would be struck with spontaneous inspiration. He almost gave up, but then he saw you. You sat at your house table during dinner, talking amongst your friends, when the twins approached you. It was no secret that you were close to the twins, being Fred's girlfriend and all. This also came with the perk of not being subject to the twin's many pranks. He sat there watching the three of you talking and laughing brightly when an idea struck him like a bolt of lightning. The best way to prank the twins was to get to you. It wasn't a hard task to get close to you; in fact, you were in the same house and shared many of the same classes. He smiled devilishly and began brainstorming his plan, deciding to wait for the perfect moment to strike.

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Hey, yn, wait up!

He called, rushing after you out of the Divination classroom. It had been a couple weeks. He watched you the whole time to see when there would be a window of opportunity that he could use to perform the prank. This was it. Due to your busy and conflicting schedules, you and Fred don't see each other until dinner on this day of the week.

Hm? Oh, hello, Victor!

You greeted cheerfully, turning in his direction and offering a small wave. He had to admit he did feel bad, but the twins deserved it.

Hi. Look, I was wondering if you have time. Could we go over today's class notes? I fell asleep about halfway through, and now I'm kind of screwed for the upcoming test.

He lied, his hands slightly shaking with nerves. You took a moment to observe him, noticing his odd nervous state, but nodded.

Yes, of course, I have an hour or so before herbology. Maybe we could go to the Great-

Actually, could we go to the library?

He cut you off abruptly. You narrowed your eyes but nodded again.

Perfect! Ok, come on.

He cheered and grabbed your wrist, dragging you to the library. When you got there, Victor dragged you to a little nook, hidden away from the eyes of witnesses. You quickly ripped your wrist from his hand, rubbing it soothingly and staring daggers at him.

What the hell, Victor?

You scolded. He was too busy checking over his shoulder to acknowledge you. When he finally turned to you, he winced, feeling guilty about the red mark slowly appearing on your wrist.

I'm sorry, yn I hope we can still be friends after this.

You were a bit taken aback by his response, and as you were about to respond, he pulled out his wand and a piece of paper, quickly and quietly reciting the jinx written on it.

Vermiculus.

The last thing you saw was a flash of yellow light, then it was dark. You could hear everything around you, but you could not see. You felt yourself being gently lifted from the ground.

I really am sorry about this yn. But those Weasleys deserve it. One of their pranks ruined my chances with Poppy a few weeks ago, and I am not letting them get away with it.

He checked over his shoulder again, ensuring no one saw what he had done. He quickly gathered your clothes and belongings in his arms and ran out of the library to your house.

—

It was perfect. Victor had prepared a lovely-looking gift bag with a tag that read "with love from yn." He had neatly folded the clothes you were wearing earlier inside, along with your books and wand. On top of the pile of your belongings sat a pretty gift box that he wrapped with a note attached. His nerves were absolutely buzzing now as he approached an unsuspecting Griffindor.

Hey! Hey, you!

The young student turned abruptly, watching him expectedly.

Can you deliver this to Fred Weasley? Tell him it's from yn?

They looked down at the gift bag and then back up to Victor's eyes, nodding and gently taking the gift from him. Victor scurried off to the Great Hall, waiting patiently for everyone to gather for dinner and to watch the twins' reaction.

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Um... Excuse me...

The first year gently spoke, tapping Fred on the arm as he walked into the great Hall. Fred turned and smiled at the young boy as he waited for him to continue.

This is for you... It's from yn?

The boy said. Fred offered a kind thank you and took the gift, standing straight and looking through the large crowd of students, hoping to spot you. You were nowhere to be found.

What is it, Freddie?

George asked, nudging him with his elbow. Fred just shrugged, continuing to look for you, increasingly confused about why you were not there.

Some first-year said it's from yn...

He answered shortly, following George to the Gryffindor table and taking a seat.

George... Do you see her anywhere?

Fred asked, still looking around. George also began scouting the crowd. Unable to find you as well. Both of their expressions were painted with furrowed brows of confusion.

No, I don't... Weird she never misses dinner...

George answers, pausing for a beat. His face suddenly lit up, and he turned to Fred, grabbing his shoulder and gently shaking him.

Oh, I bet she has a surprise planned for you, Freddie... That must be why she sent a random first-year to give you the gift! Quick, open it up.

George reassured his twin. Fred smiled and looked to George, nodding. He quickly turned his attention to the gift, reading the tag and blushing slightly. Victor couldn't help but giggle as he watched. In a second, Fred pulled out the poorly wrapped little box lying on top. Knowing that you were a much better wrapper than this, he frowned but tore open the paper anyway. On top of the plain cardboard box was a note. "Dear Weasley Twins. Consider this revenge for years of torment and torture. Signed by the student who PRANKED YOU. P.S. Fred Weasley, would you still love your girlfriend if she was a worm?" Fred's eyes bulged out of his head, and he quickly tossed the note aside and opened the cardboard box, gasping shakily.

Fred, you alright?

George watched the whole thing; the way his brother's face began to grow red in anger scared him. George was quick to grab the note Fred had just read and froze. He leaned over his brother's form, and there, in the box, was a small pink worm squirming about. George grabbed the gift bag from Fred as he clutched onto the box and began tearing through it, finding your clothes, books and wand. He held the wand up to Fred wordlessly. All the shock had suddenly drained from his system as he stepped up on the table. He clutched the box close to his chest and looked around the Great Hall. Everyone's eyes turned to him as he yelled?

WHO WAS IT?! SHOW YOURSELF RIGHT NOW?!

He was livid. George stood up also, staying on the ground in case anyone went running. No one spoke, only sharing curious whispers and confused glances.

WHO TURNED MY GIRLFRIEND, YN LN, INTO A GODDAMN WORM?!

A hushed gasp filled the Great Hall. The headmasters are standing now and in shock. Dumbledor whispered something to McGonagall, who rushed out from behind the table, dragging Madam Pofrey with her. The two women quickly approach the twins.

Are you sure, Mr. Weasley?

McGonagall asked, looking up to Fred. It was a serious accusation, of course. One that could very well lead to expulsion.

George just handed her the note, and after a moment of reading it, she sighed and reached up to Fred.

Hand me the box, Mr. Weasley.

Fred handed her the box, watching as she pulled out her wand and waved it cautiously over the wiggly little worm. She sighed again and looked toward Dumbledor, giving a gentle nod.

It's a jinx, a nasty one at that. It's going to take some time to properly reverse it.

She explained and handed the box to Madam Pomfrey, who waved her wand over the box as well.

She's perfectly fine, Professor. No injuries whatsoever.

Madam Pomfrey confirmed and then scurried off to the hospital wing. McGonagall reached a hand out to Fred, gesturing for him to come off the table. He shared a look with George and jumped down by his side.

She's alright, boys. In only a few days, she'll be good as new. And I promise you that the student responsible for this will be adequately dealt with.

She was sincere in her promise, a tinge of anger flashing in her eyes. Fred and George trusted what she had said and were relieved to learn that you would come out of this unharmed, but they were still fuming.

Students! If anyone knows anything about this incident or if you are the one who jinxed Ms. yn ln, please report it to a teacher immediately. Those guilty will be punished. Jinxing, hexing and cursing other students is not taken lightly at Hogwarts!

Dumbledor's voice boomed through the Great Hall. Then he cleared his throat.

However, if the guilty party presents themselves to me before the end of the night, a lighter punishment will be granted, and expulsion will not be considered.

His negotiations send the twins spiralling.

That's rubbish!

They scream in unison, grabbing the attention of the Headmaster.

Weasley's, yn is unharmed. Madam Pomfrey said so herself. A little leniency in return for an answer is appropriate, if only for a few hours... Expulsion is back on the table at the end of the night if the student does not reveal themselves.

Dumbledor addresses the students and then proceeds to sit back down. George is frustrated at this point. That someone would do this to his best friend and his brother infuriates him. Fred, however, is fuming. He was always protective over yn. So much so that not even he would dare prank her with more than the smallest and most gentle of tricks. Victor had shrunk into his seat. He felt guilty, terrified and sick all at once. He hadn't realized the implications of what he had done until now. He knew he had to do what was right and stood from his seat slowly. Fred and Georges's eyes snapped in his direction, confused and angry as he avoided their gaze and began walking toward the Headmaster.

It was me, professor. I just wanted to prank the Weasleys because of all they had done to us over the years.

He explained guiltily. As the Headmaster addressed him George leaned forward and whispered to Fred.

What's the plan?

—

It had been half a week before the twins were allowed to come and see you. When you were first transformed back into a human, you were completely disoriented, as if you had vertigo. You were too dizzy to even open your eyes; luckily, that is all that was wrong with you. Apparently, it could've been a lot worse, but because Victor was such an inexperienced wizard, you were spared that grim reality. You had completely recovered so much that it was as if it never happened. As Madam Pomfrey gave you your robe and cleared you to leave, the hospital wing doors burst open. Fred stood there looking around the room frantically, Geoge standing just behind him. When his eyes met yours, he sprinted to your bed and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.

Careful now, Mr. Weasley. I only just cleared her.

The woman chuckled as she walked back to her desk. George offering a quick but genuine thank you as he made his way over.

Merlin, yn. You scared the hell out of me...

Fred whispered softly, kissing your temple and pulling back to look you up and down. He wanted to make sure that you were unharmed. You laughed and rolled your eyes.

I'm fine, Freddie, I promise. Madam Pomfrey made sure of it.

You placed both of your hands on his cheek, rubbing soothing circles on his jaw with your thumb. Fred sighed a breath of relief, and George took a moment to speak up.

We're happy you're alright, yn. Especially this one; he was livid when he found out what had happened.

George clapped Fred on the back gently, and you smiled gratefully up to him. Then, you turned your attention back to Fred.

Really Fred. I'm alright.

You reiterated. His eyes flickered between your eyes and lips, and he nodded, relieved. He didn't wait for another second and pulled you into a passionate kiss, releasing all of his fear and sorrow within it. You were happy to reciprocate, tangling your hands in his hair as he held your waist.

Alright, well, you two seem to have much to catch up on, so I'll leave you to it.

George chuckled, waving as he backed away and left the Great Hall. You and Fred pulled away from each other and looked into each other's eyes.

I missed you love.

Fred confessed and pulled you into a tight embrace once again.

I missed you too, Freddie. I don't remember much after the jinx, though, so George is right. You're gonna have to fill me in on what happened.

Fred smiled and kissed the top of your head before pulling away.

Long story short...

He said, letting go of you to gather your robe and grab your hand. Fred began leading you out of the hospital wing as he told a summarized version of the story.

So what happened to Victor?

You asked, Fred just laughed and shook his head, avoiding your gaze.

Not expelled, but on top of the four month's worth of detention, he will have to deal with some daily revenge for a while, delivered by yours truly.

You rolled your eyes affectionately and leaned into him as he wrapped an arm around you. A thought crossed your mind.

So, Freddie, I have to ask...

You said, looking up at him, and he met your gaze curiously, eyes full of love.

Does this mean you would still love me if I were a worm?

You asked with a wide smile. Fred's head shot back as a loud laugh fell from his lips. He pulled you in tighter and kissed the top of your head, and you walked back to your house to make up for lost time.

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Abby Anderson w/ Alt Reader PT. 2

- After your guy’s first date, not much changed. Well not too much anyways. Abby still went to the cafe, only now she actually liked her coffee black. But now instead of sitting on a curb on your break you two sat in the back seat of your car either making out, talking, you hitting your vape in the meantime. Some times all of the above.

- One day you decided you finally wanted her to come over to your place. You were about 2 weeks into dating and Abby had some male roommates so she was weird about you coming over to hers.

“Do you smoke?”

“Didn’t you ask me this during our first real conversation?”

“No dummy, like do you smoke weed?”

“Oh. I mean I have but it’s never really been something I’ve done consistently.”

“Does it like..bother you.. if I do?”

“No.”

“Sweet. Wanna come over to mine Saturday? We could watch movies, order something in, maybe smoke if you’re down for that. You could meet my roommates too if you want…”

It wasn’t often that you were nervous. But fuck. You were right now.

“That sounds great, what time?”

Oh thank god.

“Mmm how about like 7? I always like watching movies when it’s dark out.”

“Of course you do. 7 sounds perfect. I’ll pick up food on the way over there, so just let me know what sounds good, okay?”

“Ugh, you’re so sweet. It’s sickening. But definitely sushi, thankyouuuu.”

- When Saturday came along you were nervous, to say the least. You practically scrubbed down your entire place and room. Abby was the clean type you had noticed. You on the other hand, were not.

- You hoped Abby would like your place. You had two roommates, both whom had pretty different styles from you, so the place wasn’t quite decorated how you wanted it to be. But it still wasn’t bad. You had an old black couch in your living room and all your glassware was this dark gothic red. So at least you had that.

- Your room on the other hand screamed you. Posters littered the walls, mainly music artists and movies. You had posters ranging from Lana del rey to Batman 2024 and Nightmare on Elm Street. Your bed was a satin leopard print set and you had plenty of other decor as well.

- Once it hit 5 you figured you’d better get ready. You didn’t want to look like you did too much but you still wanted to look put together. So you did your normal eyeliner, mascara, but only put on a little concealer and decided to stick with chapstick instead of your usual dark liner and lipstick.

- Clothing wise was simple, you threw on a pair of fuzzy leopard print pj pants and a twilight tshirt.

- Abby was there at 6:54, early as usual. She had a bag of food and another bag with some snacks. She looked amazing as usual. She was wearing a pair of black sweats and black wife beater. (Obviously had to pull out the all black fit for you.)

“I didn’t know what snacks you wanted so I just got a bunch of different stuff.”

“Aww you didn’t have to do that, you already got the food silly.”

“I wanted to. You’re already letting me into your home after all.”

“Pfft you’re so cute.”

You pecked her on the cheek and took the food bag from her, putting it on your kitchen table so you could get plates and what not out.

“So what movies sound good?”

“Anything you want baby”

Oh. My. God.

“Baby, huh?”

- You felt arms wrap around your waist from behind, and then her chin rest on your shoulder

“Is that okay?”

“Mm more than okay.”

“Okay, so what movies were you thinking?”

“Hmmm, don’t know. Was thinking maybe a horror marathon but I don’t know if you’re into that type of thing.”

“It’s not typically my go to, but you really like the Scream movies right?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well I’ve never seen those, what about them?”

“Ugh, absolutely. You’re so hot for that.”

-You guys got everything situated food and snack wise. You set up the first movie and turned off the lights once you were done eating, cuddling up on the couch with a batman blanket.

- About halfway through the first movie Abby put her hands on your waist, slightly sliding under your shirt. And then she just lifted you up, just like that, like you were nothing. She lifted you up and pulled you closer to her, situating you between her legs, your back against her chest.

- You didn’t say anything. You just sat there and leaned back against her, letting her wrap her arms around your waist. Once the first movie finished you started to shift so you could get up and get the remote. But you were quickly held down, Abby tightening her arms and pressing her nose into your shoulder.

“Abby, I have to get the remote.”

“Mm, just wait a minute”

You smile softly and sigh, though you weren’t actually annoyed at all. After a short moment you feel her start to kiss the back of your neck, softly, almost unnoticeable if you weren’t sitting there in silence doing absolutely nothing.

- Eventually they go from soft pecks to soft nips, her teeth slightly grazing against the back of your neck.

“Abs are we watching another movie or not?”

“Call me that again”

“Abs?”

“Your voice is so pretty baby, love hearing you say my name”

her voice is a soft murmur against your skin and you can’t help but slightly laugh softly.

“You’re so cute”

“Can I leave a mark?”

“What?”

“On your neck, can I leave a mark?”

“Hmm, I guess? Just don’t make it too noticeable”

- At that her small nips and kisses quickly go to a harsh suck on the back of your neck. You slightly furrow your brows, the feeling a bit strange. After a moment or so she pulls away and kisses the same spot before releasing you.

- You turn to her and kiss her on the cheek before sitting up and grabbing the remote, getting onto the second movie and then quickly settling yourself back where you were. Her arms quickly wrap around you once more and she pulls you a little lower this time, leaning back and pulling your head back against her chest.

“You’re comfy”

She just smiles and kisses the top of your head.

- By the end of the night you had plenty more marks along the back of your neck, and would’ve had more had you not told her to stop.

“Abby seriously, I’m never gonna be able to cover all these up”

“Good, that’s the idea.”

- For the next week you had to wear high necked shirts to cover them all up. Unless you were around her of course. (She secretly loved being the only one to see you in skimpy clothes for a week.)

Okay that’s part 2. I know it’s short but i’m running out of ideas😪 Also how would we feel about a short Ghostface Abby….

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The Wolf and the Dragon

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Part 7: An exception

cw; explicit language, mentions of extreme exhaustion, not proofread

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Valaena stood stiffly in line with the many other women in training. Sweat collected on her brow as she waited in anticipation. All the women were staring straight forward—seemingly looking at nothing. Despite this, every time she looked away, she felt someone’s gaze burning into her.

She was short and lanky compared to the other soldiers. Her pale skin stood out like a sore thumb—a sign of her Targaryen roots. Her hair was done in a loose, hurried bun. And her tightly blinded breast were begging to be freed.

After was seemed like hours, the sound of footsteps echoed through the yard. The sound of silence was now even louder, and all the soldiers instinctively straightened—including Valaena.

When the princess caught sight of the woman, she didn’t know whether to be frightened or impressed.

She had heavily scarred, tanned brown skin. Her peppered hair was braided back into a tight bun that made Valaena wince as she gazed at it. Her lips were pressed in a firm line as her cold, grey eyes fell on each and every one of the soldiers. Her bindings wrapped tightly around her large chest and her muscles were probably the result of years of war and training. In her loose fitting pants—she could tell her legs were more toned than any man she’d ever seen.

She studied the women with a fierce gaze—yet passed them by without a word. She stopped when she met Valaena’s eye. The princess looked at her feet.

“It’s official— the General has really gone fuckin’ mad.”, her heavy Noxian accent weighed in every word she spoke.

“First, she thrust in a recruit—a fuckin’ Targaryen— when we are practically in the middle of training season. And she didn’t think to tell me until the night before. She’s practically asking for a spy to infiltrate the camp.”

The princess stayed silent, not being sure whether the woman was talking to her or herself. It seemed like both.

“She still has yet to tell me why you’re here…”

Before Valaena took a shaky breath to answer, she felt a finger press hard into her chest. The breath was nearly knocked out of her as she the woman got so close to her their noses were practically touching. She could feel her hot breath in her lashes.

“No matter. Before I teach you a damned thing—get one thing clear. Back at your little home, you’re a princess. Royalty. Here, you mean as much as the other peasants in Noxus. —if that. You have no titles, no rankings, not a damn dime to your name. When you leave, that might change. I doubt you’ll last long. But as long as you are under my command, in my camp, you are below me.”

Valaena fists tightened as she darted her gaze to the ground. Her words circulated in her mind, and the reality of the situation was finally coming to her. The woman took her finger and tapped the side of her head roughly.

“Do you understand, soldier?”

“Yes…”, Valaena trailed off, not knowing what to address her as.

The woman finally backed away, and spoke so everyone could clearly hear her. “You all already know this—but let me reiterate for the newbie. You are to address me as Sergeant Gold. Not Sergeant, not Gold—but Sergeant Gold. Any disrespect will not be tolerated and punished accordingly. The correct formation when your presence is requested is arms straight, fist closed, and feet together. Everything else you need to know will come to you naturally.”

She continued to speak, “We are four weeks into training—you’ll need some catching up to do. Hopefully one of our comrades can help you, ‘cause I ain’t slowing down. Since I wasted the ten minutes you should’ve had to do your morning drill, you’ll spend extra time with me during the evening. Thanks to your new friend…”

Groans were heard at the news of having to stay back extra time, and Valaena couldn’t feel anymore embarrassed.

“Well, ladies..why don’t we get started?”

…..

Veleana’s arms shook as she attempted to push herself off the ground. She didn’t remember how many push-ups she’d done—nor did she want to know.

Sergeant Gold went on and on about how you were ‘flimsy’ and ‘needed to gain muscles’. And the only way to do that was to do an extensive amount of exercise. The princess could feel her core burning as sweat dribbled down her chin.

It had been hours since she had a cup of water or a crumb of food. Her stomach being empty almost overshadowed the pain she was feeling.

She pushed her body back down, and up again. Her eyes darted to some of the other soldiers, who were doing exercises entirely different from hers. Obstacle courses, bare-handed spars, staff training.

“Eyes on me, soldier.”

Valaena looked back towards the Sergeant. She seems amused as she watched her struggle to pull herself back up. Her smile sends shivers down Valaena’s spine.

“Up, soldier.”

A wave of relief crashed over her—but she suppressed her sigh and resumed the expected stance.

The woman turned to the other soldiers as her voice echoed throughout the yard. “Gather ‘round, ladies. Time for the real training to begin.”

……

Valaena held two empty wooden buckets as she stood last in line. The ladies were currently filling up buckets of water. Whatever for, she didn’t know.

When it was finally her turn, she filled her two buckets. She struggled to lift them as her arms shook from the strain.

A staff was thrown as her feet. She stared at it with confusion, and looked to see the rest of the ladies were just as confused as her.

They all looked towards the General, “This is one of my favorite exercises we have here. You will place the two bucket handles on the staff, and lie the staff on your shoulders. It would do you good to remember—the water you are left with is all you are allowed to drink for tonight. Unless you want to drink your bath water, I suggest you not to waste a drop.”

The General proceeded to demonstrate what it should look like. She put each bucket on each end of the wooden staff, and placed it behind her head and on her shoulders. Despite how rough she was—not a drop spilled. She looked towards the mountains above. “We will carry these up this mountain. Then, and only then, will I allow you to drink your water. That is—if you have any. Prepare your staffs.”

The woman heeded her command as they put the bucket on the staff and on their shoulders. However, it was clear that Valaena was struggling as she tried to get the staff on her shoulders. When she finally did, she swayed side to side from the uneven amount.

The General laughed at the sight, “Stand straight, soldier.”

The command went in one ear and out the other. She continued to sway from side to side, thankfully, the General decided to ultimately ignore as she began to job up the mountain.

“Keep up, ladies!”

……

Valaena’s vision blurred as she struggled to keep up with the ladies. Her arms weakened, and her arms shook as she struggled to hold the buckets—which now held little water. She had spilled most of it.

The radiant sunlight beating down on her skin didn’t help. She was dehydration, tired, hungry, and now being cooked alive in broad daylight. She could no longer see her fellow soldiers as her legs shook.

Her vision dimmed as she finally collapsed. She fell to the hot ground beneath her as rocks embedded themselves into her skin. Her body had given out completely.

The General looked behind her as she counted her soldiers—who were all keeping up nicely. However, her movements halted as she noticed there was one missing. She huffed as she realized she saw no head of white hair amongst the crowd.

“Iqra!”, she called out. The woman’s head swiveled as she turned to the Sergeant. “Yes, Sergeant Gold?”

She motioned her head behind her, “Retrieve your comrade.”

Iqra turned on her heel as she descended down the mountain. She stopped when she found Valaena at her feet—sweat dripping from her body and frizzy white hair covering the ground around her. Even in this state, she was beautiful.

“Get up, Valaena. We’re not even halfway up yet.”, she said as she touched her with the tip of her foot.

Valaena stayed still on the ground. She groaned as her muscles and skin ached.

Iqra sighed and set her water and staff down. She picked up Valaena by one of her forearms with ease. She turned behind her, picked up the buckets, and placed the staff over both of their shoulders. She chuckled as she looked over her reddened, tired face. “Rough first day, huh?”

Valaena didn’t share her amusement. She simply nodded tiredly. Iqra smiled, “You’ll get used to it. Come on, I’ll share my water with you once we get to the top. We’ll be there before you know it.”

The princess couldn’t help but give the girl a small smile. She didn’t know how to thank her for this—but she promised herself she would.

……

“The girl is weak.”, Sergeant Gold complained as she nursed a pint of ale. She sat before Ambessa, a woman she had grown to admire—and fear—despite her being years younger than herself.

Ambessa chuckled, “She’s only been with you for a week. She’s not going to be up to your standards in that amount of time.”

Sergeant Gold gave her an unconvincing look, “Why did you even bother to put her in camp? She’s a flimsy little princess who spent her whole life having a countless amount of people wiping her arse. She could be a spy for all I know—ready to give up information to her incestuous family the moment she leaves camp.”

Ambessa shook her head, and her deep red locks moved with her. To be honest—she didn’t have a real answer to why she assigned you to training. You’d asked for it, and despite the risks, she gave you the position. It was something about the fire in your eyes are you looked at her, how it refused to dim despite who she was—and who you were to her. It was a feeling that intrigued her, yet scared her all the same. It was why she sent you off to work under her, knowing you had potential.

But Ambessa didn’t say that. In fact, she didn’t say anything as she turned away and walked out of the room.

……

Next chapter is a time skip~

I love young Ambessa 🎀

[dragon-creates]

Funnybunny Week 2025

Prompt: Fancy Outfits

AU: Carnival of Wonders AU by @thenightgazers @carnivalofwonderstadcau

AO3

Jax fixed his tie, peering over his shoulder to watch Pomni as she applied her blush at her dresser. Caine had been pondering on how to gain more ratings for the show, and had been offered the suggestion of a ballroom dance from Gangle. Jax wouldn’t lie, it seemed like a good idea. Just a nice night to slow dance with his wife until sleep caught up to them or when the sun rose over them.

Once his tie was done, he buttoned up his waistcoat and went over to his wife. He bent down and wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, “You’re so beautiful.”

She giggled, “I’m not done getting ready yet.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he whispered against her skin. “You’re always beautiful no matter how you look.”

“Even after I ugly cry over burning food by accident?” she snickered lightheartedly. 

Jax chortled, pressing a kiss to her hair, “Especially then.”

Pomni rolled her eyes fondly, finishing her lipstick before standing, “I have to change.”

“I can’t wait to see what you wear,” Jax said. “You look drop dead gorgeous in everything you wear.”

“Well aren’t you a flatterer,” she smiled, taking the hanger and bag the dress was in. “Turn around please.”

Jax didn’t hesitate, facing the other way. Pomni could still be nervous with how she looked, it was why he always took the chance to tell her how beautiful she is whenever he would - after all it was the truth, she was always stunning. 

“Um, Jax?”

Jax’s ears perked up when hearing her voice, “Am I okay to look?”

“Yeah, um. Could you help me zip this?” she asked timidly. “The zipper is a bit jammed.”

Jax turned around, his voice stuck in his throat when he saw her. The sleeveless dress was a deep red, with a sweetheart neckline and a high-low skirt covered in rose petals. Jax was nothing short of breathless, “You’re stunning.”

Pomni’s face turned the same colour as her dress, “Darling, please, the zipper?”

Jax blinked some of his awe away, “R-right.” He went behind her, taking the zipper from her fingers. He slowly eased the zip up, letting his fingers trail over her soft skin, hearing her gulp from his delicate touch. He couldn’t help but tease her a little bit. The zip finally reached the top of her dress, “There.” He pressed a kiss to her bare upper back, “All done.”

Pomni squeaked, interlacing their fingers together, “You’re such a tool sometimes.”

“Yeah,” Jax kissed up the way to her neck. “I am.” He continued to press kisses to her cheek, before twirling her around and kissed her soundly on the lips.

Pomni breathed into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. She pulled away for air, pressing kisses all over his face, leaving red lipstick marks all over his purple fur. She giggled when she stopped, “Oops.”

Jax knew how he must have looked at the moment, joining in on her laughter, “I think we’re going to be a bit late to the ball.”

“Oh well,” Pomni shrugged. “Maybe we can sneak in a few more kisses before heading down.”

The rabbit smirked, cupping his wife’s cheeks, “I’m sure that can be arranged.” His lips pressed against hers once again.

.

.

.

Caine tapped his foot against the marble floor of the ballroom, checking his watch, “Where on earth could those two lovebirds be?!”

Ragatha chuckled, “Those two are head over heels with each other. Honestly I’m not surprised that they’re a little bit late.”

The ringmaster was about to open his mouth to speak when the sound of the door closing behind him caught his attention. Turning, he saw the missing rabbit and jester finally arrive, “What took you two so long?!”

“Oh you know,” Pomni shared a knowing look with her husband. “Just testing some lipstick.”

“And admiring our outfits,” Jax continued, patting his pocket where a lipstick covered handkerchief was hidden. And would probably be used again later tonight if a storage closet was found.

[spocks-husband]

✨Axel's Ultimate Batman Video Game Play Guide and Reviews

You guys seemed to enjoy the previous version of this I did with all the Batman Animated shows, and now that I'm done with all the Batman games I thought I'd post my thoughts on those too! I decided to do this one in just like. Regular text format. Bc I didn't feel like editing all these into images like I did for the last one. So uhhh lemme know which format you prefer lol.

Anyways, please enjoy my comprehensive thoughts and feelings on (almost) every modern Batman game, five months in the making because I have no life. Enjoy!

🦇

Batman: Arkham Asylum (2009)

My Personal Rating: 7/10

My Total Hours Played: 17.1 

Steam Rating: Overwhelmingly Positive (96%)

Description: The first game in the Batman Arkham Series. Based off the iconic Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth comic from 1989 (aka the only good thing Grant Morrison has ever produced in his entire feeble life). The inmates at Arkham Asylum have begun a violent riot, and as Batman goes through the hospital to stop them, he uncovers a sinister conspiracy involving his greatest enemies.

Play If You're Looking For: An intro to the Arkham Series, a very different interpretation of Arkham Asylum compared to other versions of Batman, and some really dark aesthetics. Also, this isn't explicitly canon, but according to this series’ timeline, this game takes place in the space between Jason's death and Tim’s arrival, so if you're interested in a very dark, brooding, traumatized Bruce, playing this game with that information changes it a lot. 

Things I Liked:

Genuinely really scary

Incredible atmosphere 

Both Kevin Conroy and Mark Hamil are featured in their iconic roles

Really well written

Birthed a bunch of really iconic Batman memes (go to the r/Arkham subreddit, it's so funny unfortunately) (OFFICER BALLS.)

This was actually my introduction to Oracle and I love her more than anything in these games

Things I Didn't Like:

The graphics aren't fantastic but to be fair it was 2009 so

THE FUCKING BANE BOSS FIGHT. GOD. FUCK YOU BANE. THAT SHIT TOOK ME SO LONG.

The Killer Croc boss fight wasn't super difficult but it was so scary that I cried the first time I played it so. Keep that in mind.

Batman: Arkham City (2011)

My Personal Rating: 9/10

My Total Hours Played: 27.5

Steam Rating: Overwhelmingly Positive (95%)

Description: The second game in the Batman Arkham Series. After the riot at Arkham Asylum, Sharpton ascends to the mayor's office and cuts off about 6.4 acres of Gotham as ‘Arkham City’; a walled off portion of the city where crime runs rampant and mostly untethered. 

Play If You're Looking For: Agonizing Brutalia angst, a fight with pretty much every Batman villain who's ever existed (except for Scarecrow but that's for AK), a tiny sprinkle of Brucie Wayne right at the beginning, and an INCREDIBLE story that is generally agreed to be the best in the series. 

Things I Liked:

TONS of collectibles

Taliaaaaa my angelllll <<3

The side missions are really great

If you get the DLC, there's a special game section focused around Harley where you play as Tim’s Robin and it's super fun

The story is just. My god. It's so good. It's SO good. 

The map is massive and there's so much to do, I was still playing weeks after I finished the story

Things I Didn't Like:

As much as I loved the collectibles there's like over 400 of them in the game and I couldn't get all of them and it still pisses me off 

You have to play as Selina a few times in order to progress and she's like super weak compared to Bruce (not in a misogynistic way on my part I mean like she genuinely dies after like two good hits) and her dialogue annoys tf out of me. Sorry I'm a hater. 

Batman: Arkham Origins (2013)

My Personal Rating: 9/10

My Total Hours Played: 27.2

Steam Rating: Very Positive (89%)

Description: The third game in the Batman Arkham Series– but this one is a prequel! I actually played this one after Arkham Knight but. Shhh. Anyways, this game is based loosely off the world presented in the Batman: Year One comics, and follows a younger Bruce in his early days as Batman, including the origins (lol) to many of his greatest enemies as they try to hunt him down, with their efforts spearheaded by a certain someone behind the scenes. Also it's Christmas!

Play If You're Looking For: Little baby angsty Bruce being a problem child, a game where you get to punch cops, and tiny tiny tiny baby Babs being adorable (she's like twelve and she's so cute).

Things I Liked:

I don't usually care about the soundtracks for video games but. FUCK the music is good. It's all based on Christmas/Nutcracker music and it's really really cool

This game genuinely helped me get over a lot of really deeply ingrained trauma surrounding Christmas /gen

Fun little Mad Hatter side mission!

Batman and Riddler argue like teenage boys (because they are)

Alfred and Bruce's relationship has some genuinely really beautiful characterization in this and their arch is really enjoyable 

Things I Didn't Like:

FUCKING. BANE. HE HAS LIKE THREE SEPARATE BOSS FIGHTS AND THEY'RE ALL SO HARD AND SCARY AND AND AND AHHHH 

The graphics are a little iffy but to be fair my view was skewed bc I played this right after finishing Arkham Knight

Batman: Arkham Knight (2015)

My Personal Rating: 8.5/10

My Total Hours Played: 47.9

Steam Rating: Very Positive (91%)

Description: The fourth and (kind of) final installment of the Batman Arkham Series (not counting Arkham Shadow because idgaf). Scarecrow is back, and threatening Gotham with a new fear toxin compound, resulting in a mass evacuation… but something else is going on here too, and Batman has a new enemy who may be his most dangerous yet. 

Play If You're Looking For: agony, pain, suffering, nightmares, tears, emotional exhaustion, etc. 

Things I Liked:

Really well written story (it's just really traumatizing)

Some of the most beautiful graphics in any video game like. Ever.

The DLC suits are SO COOL, you can play as Flashpoint Batman….

Really really great fighting mechanics that make combat actually really enjoyable even though that's not really what I'm here for

Amazing side missions; there's basically a side mission for every mechanic in the game, so whatever your favorite part is there's a little section where that's pretty much all you do

Things I Didn't Like:

This game took me WEEKS to get through because the story is so painful it was genuinely not fun half the time 

The ending isn't very satisfying (to me)

You know the concept of the “all is lost moment” in story telling? Yeah, this game’s “all is lost moment” is like 80% of the game. Everything is lost like. Most of the time. 

Oh we're just not gonna talk about Talia. After all that shit in Arkham City. Okay. Cool. 

Selina is so annoying in this game, there's this whole side mission that's basically just her and it's really irritating

FUCK YOU EDWARD NYGMA THAT DRIVING COURSE WAS BULLSHIT AND I COULDN'T GET THROUGH IT NO MATTER HOW HARD I FUCKING TRIED

I actually just kinda hate driving games generally and there's a LOT of driving in this game but you get used to it eventually and it becomes easier

Gotham Knights (2022)

My Personal Rating: 10/10

My Total Hours Played: 46.9

Steam Rating: Mixed (68%)

Description: Batman is dead, leaving Dick, Jason, Barbara, Tim, and Alfred to pick up the pieces and finish what he started. 

Play If You're Looking For: Batfam content, a perfect mix of “holy shit I haven't cried this hard in years” and “this is the funniest thing anyone has ever produced ever, goofy dialogue and one liners, and casual queer rep.

Things I Liked:

The map is HUGE and genuinely feels so unbelievably alive in a way that I don't think any other Batman game even comes close to in its depiction of Gotham– like I could write ESSAYS about how well this game captures the experience of living in a big city like Gotham (let me know if you want me to make a post about that actually lol)

Collectibles that are actually reasonable and fun

Super fun side missions

Absolutely gorgeous graphics 

The characters can emote and all the Batkids have their own dance moves :( and Jason dances like he's 70 years old it's really cute :(

Even after completing everything in the entire story it's STILL fun to go patrolling because it keeps generating new crimes– premeditated or otherwise– for you to fight and it's really fun

The Batkids have a pride flag in their house ☹️ and Dick has a bi flag mug ☹️

Things I Didn't Like:

Literally everyone hates this game for NO FUCKING REASON it's genuinely fantastic you guys are just losers

Talia is unfortunately characterized kinda shitty and it makes me sad bc her design is incredible but she does some OOC stuff :(

You can customize your suit but not as extensively as I would've liked 

This game gets kinda hard to play at points because it's really hard to see your screen through all the tears (cough cough the last boss fight cough cough)

Batman: The Telltale Series (2016)

My Personal Rating: 5.7/10

My Total Hours Played: 9.1

Steam Rating: Very Positive (86%)

Description: A 5 episode point-and-click adventure following Bruce Wayne as he faces some of his biggest challenges, both as Bruce and as Batman. 

Play If You're Looking For: Minimal combat and story-centered gameplay.

Things I Liked:

I love love love the character designs in this game, this is actually one of my favorite versions of Bruce possibly ever

You get a lot of opportunities to make Bruce and Selina kiss in this game and I said no every single time and it was very gratifying for me 

Alfred and Bruce have an incredibly sweet father-son relationship (if you play your cards right, anyway) and it makes me really emotional because Bruce literally loses EVERYTHING over the course of this game and Alfred is there at his side the whole time

The ending was really satisfying overall and actually made me enjoy the game a lot more

Things I Didn't Like:

Chapters 2-4 are INCREDIBLY stressful, especially for me because A) there's an involuntary psych ward commitment and B) there are a lot of themes around the Wayne's developing a bad reputation and being hated, which are massively triggering for me personally and because I don't have the spoons to play through the whole thing at once I had to sit in that stress for a while before it concluded in-game

Batman: The Enemy Within (2017)

My Personal Rating: 4/10

My Total Hours Played: 10.2

Steam Rating: Very Positive (91%)

Description: The sequel to “Batman: The Telltale Series”. John Doe is let out of Arkham and seeks to take you up on that favor you promised him.

Play If You're Looking For: BatJokes, Angst, and a lot of “Is Batman Good For Gotham?” Stuff.

Things I Liked:

The opening chapter with Mori was kinda fun

I think Amanda Waller was written pretty well overall

Things I Didn't Like:

Fucking any of it lowkey 😭

Same as the other Telltale game tbh

For me, it was emotionally exhausting and really upsetting, but that's just kinda because I HATEEEE the “impossible choice” trope in any almost any media, I just never enjoy it, and there's a LOT of it in here

The ending made me wanna kms because there's literally no good option here what the fuck

Like I get that's the whole point but. Okay what if I kms what then. 

[eusuntgratie]

as a certified mom(tm), what's the most common thing people get wrong when they write children?

ooooh i love this question! (adding certified mom to the resume STAT btw)

i think the MOST common thing people get wrong is the realistic development/representation of a child at a certain age. i see lots of fic where a three year old is speaking in full sentences, where an eight year old baby-talks all the time, where a six year old has literally no concept of what is happening in their life. i saw a good tumblr post that was a great resource for writing kids by age that i'll see if i can find. but with how many moms are on tumblr, i think just asking them... how would a five year old talk? or how would a ten year old handle this type of situation? would be a great start.

there are other things that are always jarring for me as a parent that someone who doesn't spend a lot of time with kids might not notice or care about.

the first is that your (young) kids are ALWAYS around. you are literally always responsible for where your kid is and what they are doing. if they aren't with you, you've made a plan for where they are, how they'll get there, when you'll pick them up, etc. there are exceptions of course (people living on huge pieces of land or in neighborhoods where they know everyone are more likely to have their kids running around and might not know exactly where they are, some people have multigenerational households and have a lot of help). but even in those cases, the parent still knows and is responsible for that kid. there's nothing wrong with writing a kidfic that isn't realistic just bc its cute or you like the trope. but as a parent its jarring as hell to have a character introduced as a parent (especially a single parent!) and then the kid is never around. i promise you that man is not fuckin' or going on dates as much as you want him to be 🤣 or if he is, it took a LOT of work or he has a LOT of support.

related to this, every parent i know is exhausted. if their love interest isn't attracted to their eye bags or letting them sleep instead of waking them up for sex, get outta my face. the sexiest thing a partner could do for a parent? LET THEM SLEEP.

related, we do fuck with kids in the house. (cough cough chris going on sleepovers 3x/week in fic 🤣). its okay. you can make keeping quiet sexy. you can lock the door so you'll hear it if they need something without traumatizing them. you can use a baby monitor to keep an eye or ear out. we don't wait until our kids leave to have sex, or some of us would hardly ever have sex.

a few random notes and i'll wrap up. kids aren't (and shouldn't be put in the position to be) solving their parents problems for them. most kids won't immediately trust a new adult, especially if that person is dating their parent and their other parent is still in their life, even if they really like that person. a parent would not leave their child with their brand new love interest unless they had literally no other option. i have some issues, but there are very few people i trust to be alone with my kid. someone i don't know well would never make it onto that list.

lastly, parents fuck up. we aren't perfect. i try really really hard to break generational shit, to do better, to be a good mom. i've read lots of books, done tons of therapy, found great resources, done parenting groups, i consult with other parent friends and friends who work in mental health about challenging situations. and i fuck up all the time. kids, even great kids, are little assholes sometimes. nobody's perfect, and that's okay. nobody's kid is a perfect little angel 24/7 and nobody is a perfect parent.

my askbox is always open and i always love to talk about writing! thanks for this it was a fun question to answer <3

[notsosecretlyalesbian]

"I made her a to-do list, which is different from my to-do list, which includes Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson. Or Jon "The Rock" Bon Jovi."

Lisa Ann Walter as Melissa Schemmenti in Abbott Elementary| 02×05: Juice (1/2)

[privatelife]

y'all who actually have partners,, what is a text ice breaker to start conversation? im really bad at it 😭

it feels important to note that when we do talk, the conversation flows great we have a nice rapport and complimentary senses of humors it's just starting the conversation that is the problem i think we are both just painfully shy 😔 (and maybe traumatized .)

[an-aura-about-you]

sometimes the best thing about a day of work is that it's over.

[egg2k16]

This may be the depression speaking + the earliest trauma I've ever gone thru (completely accidental as well), but I think it's kinda pointless to give me gifts. I have clothes that still fit me and are in excellent condition. I have shoes. I have a sizeable movie collection (that tbf I can always add to), and all the books I'd want. I don't paint anymore so it's useless giving me art supplies. And unfortunately even giving me money is hilariously pointless bcus I'm not even gonna spend it on anything, I'm just gonna put it into my savings account and keep living day by day as I do: doing nothing...interesting