#scared that she won’t be in my life anymore and i am going to miss her so much. im going to miss every little thing and it’s killing me and

[tender-rosiey]

your heart — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: @callmemirro mentioned gojo holding his little baby girl once and it never got out of my head since then so here you go <33

after hours of going through a torturing labor, you can finally rest.

satoru has been by your side all of the time and his hand never left your own. he wipes the sweat off your face and brushes the hair away from eyes. he presses a kiss to your forehead, “you did so well.”

“of course, I did,” you say, out of breath then you raise your fist in victory, “I am…the strongest.”

he laughs and rests his head on your shoulder, “yeah, you’re and you’re going to be a wonderful mom too.”

“would you like to hold your daughter, miss gojo?” the nurse says when she enters, holding a small bundle that without a doubt has your little baby girl.

you nod as eagerly as you can and she hands her to you with a chuckle. you don't notice satoru tensing up as she nestles in your arms.

she is resting so contently. the moment you hold her, she almost instantly snuggles into your chest.

both of you are staring at her in wonder. her every little move a sight to be seen.

satoru calms down a bit and he just seems so captivated by her and his eyes trace her every feature.

he whispers softly, “she’s so pretty.”

you hum, “she has your hair,” your hold is already so protective of her and it tugs on satoru’s heart in a way he didn’t know was possible.

“and she has your nose,” he murmurs as his finger reaches to lightly touch her nose. she scrunches her nose softly and turns away from his finger and satoru gasps in awe.

his eyes wander to your face, “you’re holding her like it’s second nature,” he laughs lightly as he caresses your face.

you lean into his touch with a tired smile, “I am sure you will do better than me.”

satoru pulls back slightly and he looks at her then at you, “don’t be silly,” he laughs but it’s nervous almost scared.

you quirk an eyebrow, “what’re you so scared of, ‘toru? “ you chuckle fondly, “she won’t bite you.”

he rolls his eyes and his hand grazes her chubby cheek, “so funny,” he sighs, troubled as he looks at her, “I don’t want to…hurt her.”

you huff, signalling for him to be ready, “don’t be silly,” you slowly place her in his arms.

he panics at first and he would shout about your betrayal if it weren’t for her sleeping. then she is in his hold and he takes a moment to think: she fits perfectly in his arms.

your eyes soften at the sight. she is already small, but she somehow looks even tinier in his arms. you almost squeal at how content she looks as she also snuggles into him.

smart girl already knows her parents, “see, ‘toru? she loves you and you aren’t hurting her.”

“if you ask me,” you lay your head on his shoulder, noting how relaxed it has become, “I would say the safest place in the world for her is in your arms.”

you thank the heavens that you can see satoru’s eyes clearly, blindfold long forgotten. you’re able to instantly reach to wipe the tears streaming down his face.

he looks at you with a smile, amidst all the tears, “she is so tiny. I can fit her in just my hands.”

his gaze is full of adoration as he looks at her. the little life he is holding in his arms. the little life he created with you. to think that such a small thing will have him wrapped around her tiny finger oh so quickly.

he can’t help the joy he feels anymore.

a laugh escapes your lips when he starts cooing at his little girl, “papa is going to protect you, baby,” you pet his hair while he continues speaking to her, “I’ve been waiting for you, pretty.”

the both of you gasp when she stirs and her hand reaches for his finger, grabbing it like it’s her anchor. he looks at you, excitement brimming in his eyes as he whispers, “y/n! she is holding my finger!”

you nod and gently kiss her forehead, “and it’s barely enough to cover the top of your finger.”

you lay back down and with a content smile, you close your eyes. the fatigue of everything that happened is finally catching up to you. your eyes barely catch satoru nodding at you and kissing your forehead before you finally succumb to the slumber.

after making sure you're asleep, satoru starts rocking her gently, “mama is all tired, huh?”

he can’t get rid of the smile on his face, “we have to let her rest, right, baby?”

she stirs and satoru freezes. his breath is caught in his throat as she finally opens her eyes to the world. she takes her time as she slowly gazes around before she finally looks at her papa’s face.

a small content smile appears on her face as she coos at him, blue eyes like his own staring right at him. his eyes brighten as he watches her with a big smile, “you have my eyes, huh?”

he bends down a bit to be closer to her, “your mama is going to be so mad,” he lets out a watery laugh as he tries to compose himself. though, it’s all in vain when she reaches for his face.

it clicks in satoru’s head: she wants to wipe his tears.

he slowly pulls her into his chest once again and the tears finally freely fall to the ground. he lets out a shaky breath as light laughter tumble out of his lips, “not even ten minutes old and you are already so compassionate,” he hums quietly.

satoru wipes his tears with his sleeves, “you have your mama’s heart,” then his gaze drifts to you and he smiles, “that’s good.”

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009. ༺ALWAYS, ALWAYS༻∘

a/n: last chapter why am i kinda sad, lol😬

summary: after getting unexpectedly left by your roommate, you find yourself in need of a replacement.

contents: happy ending 🥳. smut (am i going to hell for this? idk probably). reader is damn near mute at the start. they're both so very down bad. l-bombs. this is almost double the length of the other chapters so y'all better love me.

previous. next. masterlist.

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she half expected you to shut the door in her face. she wouldn’t have blamed you if you did — but you didn’t. you opened the door and you’re listening. 

what she thought she could get from olivia, that same thing she’d been craving and fighting for years, she gets so easily with you. just by your eyes meeting hers. you’re looking at her again — albeit in annoyance and hurt — but it’s still you and it’s still her. how it’s supposed to be. and there it is again. that feeling she had been uselessly chasing with olivia –– that pull. a feeling she only gets with you. she’s addicted to it. the way her heart begins to beat faster, how her eyes seem to be fixated on your pretty face, the way her body reposes in the wake of you. she feels so alive when she’s near you. 

she whispers your name, unlike the last time you’d heard her say it –– guilt ridden and shameful –– she says it in pure relief. her shoulders visibly relax when you don’t shut the door on her. she visibly relaxes at just the sight of you. as if her time away from her took away her ability to breathe and seeing you again, right in front of her and beautifully you, gave her back her air. 

“she isn’t you…” paige repeats, longing for you to say something. anything.

“what do you want me to say, paige?” you roll your eyes. “you want her? go have her.”

“i don’t.” she shakes her head, stepping forward, close enough that she could almost feel that familiar warmth of your body again. “i want you.”

her gaze disrupts any calm you might’ve felt. her words cleave the quiet. it leaves you silent. completely silent. 

“you were right. i was running…because i was scared.” she swallows thickly and you pause. she was scared? “but i’m not afraid anymore. i’m done running. i’m here and i won’t leave again. never again.”

“scared of what?” you almost don’t recognize your own voice, too in shock to process your words before they leave the gap between your lips.

“of this.” she gestures between the two of you. “i’ve never felt the way i do when i’m with you before. i just want another chance. i want to be yours and i want to spend the rest of my life making this up to you.” 

you hold your breath, remembering just how much you missed her. you missed her touch, her smell, her face, and the way she looked at you. you’re frozen at her words, at the tender look of desperation she gives you but you shake your head despite yourself. “i can’t be with you if you aren’t sure…”

the statement makes her heart sink. she had brought this on herself, she knew that. but it didn’t make it hurt any less. she doesn't like that she was the source of your anguish, it pained her. she’ll do anything to take that pain away. 

the frown on your face said it all; that she’d hurt you, that you were upset, and that you cared about her. that’s what she had relied on. it gives her the courage to reach out and touch you, to give herself that closeness she’d been craving since the minute she left. she grabs your waist and smiles at the way your body recognizes her touch. “i’m sure.” 

suddenly your mouth felt dry. sure, you had played this exact scenario over and over again in your head but you never expected it to actually happen. so you stay silent, desperately searching for words that never leave your mouth. 

“baby, i promise. i’m so sure. please.” she stresses, she’s sure. 

you’re staring at her, in shock and heart pounding, having a mental debate. holy shit say something. anything. but you can’t.

“just let me fix it…” she leans in, testing to see if you’ll pull away. you don’t. “let me deserve you.” 

you nod, finally able to speak again. finding yourself unable to deny her –– to deny yourself. “okay..”

and then she leans in more, letting her lips take their place on yours. she pulls you even closer and you walk backwards into the apartment, paige shuts the door behind herself. she pulls away from the kiss to smile at you. 

“i love you…” she whispers and you pause again, body almost malfunctioning. she what??

paige takes your silence as discomfort and immediately backs away from you with widened eyes. “oh…um, i’m sorry –– i mean, it’s true but you don’t have to say it back or anything i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable i just, fuck.”

you grab her hand, smiling softly at her. every hair on your body standing in the wake of her confession. “i love you too…”

at that moment paige feels almost every emotion; happiness at your words, anger at herself for running from this, guilt because she had hurt you. but you kiss all those thoughts away until her brain can only ideate one concrete picture: you. always you.

she can’t help it, she grabs your face and presses her lips to yours again. your kiss is hesitant. on one hand, she doesn’t deserve to taste you after what she’d done to you. on the other hand, she tastes so good. fuck, she taste like yours. 

she wanted to atone, to show you that she’d realized the error in her ways. she wanted you to forgive her completely for letting her fears hurt you. because you taught her something she’d never dreamed of learning before you. you taught her how to pay homage. 

“you know what else i missed?” she whispers in your ear making you laugh despite yourself. paige could always take the edge off. always able to make you laugh no matter the circumstances.

“i’m sure i could guess…” you let your hand reach underneath the hem of her hoodie so you could feel the bare skin of her waist.  she laughs too, with her whole chest and it’s beautiful. you’re just staring at her, basking in her euphoria and your heart swells. you’re in love bad.  “you’re so pretty…” you mumble, unable to stop yourself.

she smiles wide, all teeth and red cheeks. “stop…”

you shake your head. “no…you’re my girlfriend now so i can call you pretty as much i want to.”

her grin only seems to widen if possible and you can’t help but mirror it. “i love hearing that…”

“yeah?”

“mhm…i love hearing pretty much anything you say but especially that.” she kisses your jaw and you bring your hand from under her shirt to the back of her neck. “my girlfriend…” she whispers in awe and it makes you laugh again.

she starts to kiss your neck and your laughter immediately ceases. you also missed the sex. a lot.

you hold onto her for stability as your breathing quickens. “you never…told me what that other thing you missed was?”

“thought you were gonna guess?”

“i said i could guess.” you hum, pulling her face from your neck so you could hover your lips over hers. “but i wanna hear you say it.”

“well, you just forgave me so i wasn’t sure if it was a good time –– ”

“what do you have against makeup sex?” you tilt your head and she laughs. she doesn’t respond immediately but she places a chaste kiss on your mouth before she sucks in a breath.

“your room or mine?”

you don’t even answer her question. it doesn’t really matter, but hers is closer. you kiss her again as you back into her bedroom. 

she always liked being this close to you. close enough to hear your heavy breathing and to feel the warmth of your skin under her palms. she pulls you even closer. she gently pushes you down onto her bed, straddling you. “did you miss having me like this, baby?”

you shudder, nodding. “mhm…” and then you take a good look at her attire. “are you hot?”

she smirks. “you tell me.”

you roll your eyes. “you’re annoying.”

paige chuckles but nods. “yeah…normally it’s cold as shit in this apartment but for some reason it’s literally hell in here.”

“ac broke. and you’re kinda overdressed.” you lay back on her comforter, rubbing her thighs. “i’m surprised you didn’t say anything sooner. you love to complain.”

“i just got everything i want…i have nothing to complain about.” she smiles and then groans, not thinking twice about taking her hoodie off. “gotta get that fixed, babe…” she starts kissing up your neck and then tugs at your shirt for you to take it off.

you lift it over your head with a hum before laying back down so she can resume her kisses. “yeah. maintenance guy comes tomorrow.”

“good.” she nods in acknowledgement. “take off your pants.”

“i wanna touch you first…” you whisper but paige just shakes her head.

“no…i want to give you a proper apology.”

you chuckle. “well, i’m not gonna say no.”

you watch her body in anticipation as she climbs off of you and slowly takes your pants off. she settles between your legs, locking her arms around your waist to keep you pressed firmly down into the bed and your breathing quickens. she kisses your stomach and then both your thighs, sucking little reminders into the soft flesh so that you can remember how she felt tomorrow. it makes you squirm but her grip never falters.

“stop teasing.” you buck your hips but she holds you there. that’s another thing you loved about paige. she’s so strong. when she finally does put her mouth where you want it, she’s lazing about it. but still exact.

she eats you out with precision only a woman begging for forgiveness could have. you can’t help the sounds you’re making but you’re far too turned on to be embarrassed by them. 

it’s all you can do to slump in her hold and just watch her, the way her mouth devours you and the way her eyes watch your every reaction. the sight is so lewd you could cum from just watching her work.

“feels so good…” you mewl, clinging to the bed sheets so hard your fingers cramp. she looks up at you, reaching for your hand to lace your fingers with hers.

she knows it does. she learned exactly how to please you and she was proud of that. she knew exactly how you liked it.

she knows when you’re about to come. almost before you do. she makes sure to continue doing exactly what she’s doing because she knows that’s what you’d be begging her for if you could speak right now. but she’s happy all you can do is be pretty and take it. take her apology and cling onto her.

she rides it out for you, only pulling away when you’re too sensitive for her to keep going. she smiles at you. it’s smug.

“shut up…” your chest is heaving and there’s a thin layer of sweat coating your skin. she feels almost prideful that she did that to you. she gets the sudden, intense desire to touch you so she does. she reaches up to caress your cheek. 

“so beautiful…” her voice is starstruck again and you chuckle tiredly. 

“enough.” you whisper tiredly. “come here…your turn.”

she slowly moves closer to you, you lick your lips when you notice how red she is. how turned on she is just from pleasing you.

you help her out of her pants, and then you sit up so she can straddle you again. she hovers over you and you stare at her for a moment. “what do you want?”

she knows better than to be shy about it. she trusts you too much to be shy about it. “your fingers. please.”

you can’t help but snicker.

“please? when did you get manners?” 

“i’ve always had manners.” she mutters.

“you sure about that?”

she nods, eyes sparkling at you and you poorly attempt to bite back a smile. 

“cute…but save it for azzi or something.” you chuckle before you circle her clit with two fingers. she immediately groans and the sound is mesmerizing. “feel good?”

she nods again and you don’t even try to hide your smile this time. “how good?”

she sucks in a deep breath when you pick up your pace a little. “really good. don’t stop.”

“wasn’t planning on it.”

“i kinda expected you to get me all worked up and then leave me like this as punishment.” she half laughs, half whimpers.

“hmm…i didn’t think about that. maybe i should just –– “ you slip your fingers away from her and she whines but you chuckle softly. “i’m just kidding…i’d never do that to you.”

“and miss a chance to torture me? i don’t believe you.” she can barely speak in full sentences with how good your hand feels on her. 

“and miss a chance to see how pretty you look when you come?” you mock her tone of voice when you rebuttal.  “never.”

she moans, something she rarely does and this time it’s your turn to be smug. she hides her face in your neck, embarrassed by how quickly you can weaken her.

as much as you want to make her look at you, you don’t want to embarrass her further so you just move your fingers harder against her.

“you smell really good…” paige mutters in between soft moans and then she cringes. “sorry, that’s probably weird to say right now.”

you dismiss her, fingers never changing pace. “no…it’s okay. thank you. you’re really sweet when you wanna be.”

“i’m always sweet.” her voice is practically slurred as she starts to feel the knots building up in her stomach. “i’m so close…”

you keep going until her legs start shaking, pulling your hand away from her and kissing her sweetly.

she pushes you to lay down again so she can wrap her arm around you and cuddle you. for a moment, you’re both silent. just settling in the afterglow, kissing softly here and there and smiling at each other. until you speak.

“you know…” you pant against her lips, she rubs your thighs and hums as you pull away slightly to talk. “i’ve wanted you since you moved in here…”

“yeah? why didn’t you say anything?” she chuckles, pulling you impossibly closer.

“i don’t know. so many reasons.” you stare into her eyes, meeting her smile. she leans in to kiss your jaw and then whispers in your ears. 

“name a few.”

you roll your eyes, they’re all obvious. “olivia for starters –– ” she groans, hiding her face in your neck which makes you laugh. “plus, i didn’t wanna rock the boat.”

she shakes her head, pulling back to look you in the eyes. her voice is pure silk when she whispers softly, “from the moment i first saw you…that ship sailed.”

you snicker, putting a hand over paige’s face. “cheesy…”

“you love it.” she kisses your neck again. “you love me.”

you nod in agreement but that isn’t enough. most likely, it never will be. she lets her hands trail your waist exploratorily. “say it.”

you shudder at the command in her voice. even if you could deny her, why would you want to? 

“i love you...”

[lunajay33]

Fated

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Summary: You grew up being bestfriends with Sam and Dean as your mother would usually help hunt with their dad, but when you find yourselves at college together things change, especially when Dean takes him back hunting

Pairing: Sam Winchester x f!reader

Warning: Pregnant

•Masterlist•

Ever since I was a kid I’ve had a die hard crush on Sam, whenever our parents would hunt together they’d leave the three of us in a motel room while they worked a case, it was hard not to fall for Sam he was always so kind and treated me like gold, then eventually we started going to college together both of us were outcasted by our families for doing so, we moved in together for support as we worked in our dreams

Along the way we both confessed

“Sam I know this is your place too but I don’t want you being girls home anymore”

“Why not? Are you jealous?”

“So what if I am, I can’t bare to see you with someone else Sam can’t you see how much I love you?”

And from then on we’ve been attached at the him, any chance he got his hands were placed on me lovingly, as I finished getting ready for bed I pulled on one of his shirts and a pair of sleeping shorts, quickly going to our room and jumping in next to him as I cuddle up close

“I love you Angel” he whispered as he placed a kiss to my check squeezing me closer

“And I love you, now let’s get to bed I’ve been feeling groggy all day

He shut off the lamp and he curled around me till I was completely enveloped by him, hearing the sound of his heartbeat lull me to sleep

•

I woke abruptly at the sound of a crash from downstairs, Sam awake next to me hearing the same thing

We both got our weapons and slowly made our way downstairs, covering each other incase this wasn’t just a plan human invader

Out of nowhere Sam is tackled to the floor and I’m stood there frozen, having been out of the hunting game so long I was actually scared now, before I heard a familiar laugh

“Dean what the hell are you doing here?” Sam groaned as he got up and stood back next to me holding me to his chest obviously noticing my fear

“If you aren’t a sight for sore eyes, missed you around Angel” Dean smirked looking me up and down

“Dean come on”

“Fine, dads missing, he’s been gone for a while now and won’t answer any calls”

“I can’t Dean I’ve got a life here now, I’ve got school and y/n, I can’t just leave”

“She can come too” he said as if I wasn’t even here

“It’s not just dad, it’s your parents too, they went out together” I look up at Sam worried, even if they kicked us out they were still family

“Sam…….” I whisper as he squeezes my hips

“What about school Angel?”

“It’s study break we can spare the week” he sighed in agreement and nodded at Dean, we go upstairs and pack

“I don’t you going” he says

“But I can help it’s my parents too”

“I know but I don’t want to risk your life”

“But…….i don’t wanna be alone” I confessed my fears of being on my own since I’ve always had someone around especially knowing what lurks out there

“It’ll only be a week and I’ll be right back I promise” I knew I couldn’t convince him other wise

“Okay but……call me and please be safe Sam”

“Always am” he kissed me goodbye before him and Dean were gone, the familiar sound of the Chevy impala rumbling away

•

The week went by fast and I was so excited for him to come back, there was a weird feeling around our place and I couldn’t shake it

I pick up the phone and call hoping he’ll be on the other end saying he’s right around the corner

“Hello angel” his voice was higher than usual

“Hey everything okay? Are you coming back now?”

“About that ummm….we couldn’t find them but we got a lead we’re gonna follow it”

“But sam we’ve got school and I don’t feel right, I’m scared”

“What’s a little huntress like yourself got to be scared of” Dean chimed in

“I don’t know something doesn’t feel right, it’s been weird weather lately and I feel sick, I probably sound crazy” I felt like I was going insane

“You’re not crazy, remember last time you got the stomach flu you felt the same, maybe you just have to get some rest”

“Please don’t be gone much longer I love you Sam”

“I love you too”

•

He was gone a lot longer than we both thought, it’s been 4 months now and the calls got less frequent and I felt less important and soon after he left I found out the reason I was feeling sick was because I’m pregnant, I went to the doctors and they said I was about 2 months along, now I’m 6 months, and I’m a ball of stress I didn’t have the guts to tell him over the phone how could I when we barely talked and when we did it was quick just to check up before he had to go

I sat on the couch feeling like my life was flipped upside down so quick, why did Dean have to come back, sure he was great but he took the one thing I loved away, I hear a knock at the door breaking me from my thoughts

I got up my shirt too small as I only covered half my belly and my pajamas pant low on my hips, I walk over to the door and open it seeing Sam and Dean stood there with their father behind

“You’ve finally decided to come home” I sigh, of course I’m glad he’s okay but he left me for 4 months, I stepped aside as they all came in

They came in, Dean and John plopping down on the couch as Sam stood infront of me, his mouth hung open as he looked down at my round belly

“How…..when….why didn’t you tell me” he asked as his hands caressed my belly

“How could I we’ve barely talked and I can’t just spring that information on you over the phone”

“Sammy’s been having fun at college” Dean laughs then hearing John groan

“I told you I didn’t feel right” I say not being able to resist from running my hands through his hair as he pulls me into a tight hold

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve stayed, I can’t believe we’re having a baby”

“A baby girl” I whisper as I hear him gasp pulling back to look at me

“A girl…..a little girl” his voice shock and it warmed my heart

“Congrats Sammy” Dean smiled as he came over slapping him on the shoulder encouragingly, I’m sure John would come around he was just a grump

“Next time I’m coming with you, I’ll be damned if your leaving me and our baby girl”

“I wouldn’t dream of it”

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 5

i’m sorry i wasn’t here, not just tonight, but every day. i haven’t been here. i know that now.

i know that you just needed me to listen, to hear you. 

maybe you should take a break. and… get help.

where did you find that kind of courage?

i thought if i just kept my head down and followed the rules, everything would be fine.

these people kill with false hope.

sometimes what's painful in the moment is what gets you where you need to go.

i enjoy being better at things than everyone else.

i haven’t felt at home in this world.

remember, i’m still betting on you.

okay, but what about me? i’m not ready.

i would give anything to not give a shit, but i do.

time to forgive yourself, kid. you got a future. you gotta see that now.

some nights are so damn dark. and then they still manage to get darker. 

every time i try to make something right, i always hurt someone.

it’s like i was living for the first time. and once you feel that, you’ll do anything to keep feeling it.

i don’t want you guys to die for me.

i got my rep as the strong, silent type to think about.

we have to be brave in this life we have, simply to exist now.

they can’t hurt me. there’s no one left that i love.

fuck you, you really hurt my feelings.

all we have is what we carry on our backs.

do you trust me or not?

that’s the thing. if they don’t know it was a lie, they get to just live.

i wanted to be brave. i wanted to be more like you.

i’m not brave. i’m a shit person who does shit things because i don’t give a single shit about anything.

so you feel like you didn’t do enough then, now you have to do everything for everyone.

your head is shoved so far up the future’s ass, you’ve completely abandoned the now.

i haven't had a family in a long time, but i have one now.

i fucked it up because i’m fucked up.

you want me to be scared of you. but i’m not.

you shouldn’t come in here. it’s not safe. i’m not safe.

you’re like the most put together person i know.

you can be charming when you’re not angry or hungry.

i didn’t ask for you to rescue me. you did that, for you. 

i’m normal. this is what normal looks like when you’ve had my fucking life.

i don't think it's something you get away with. you still have to live with what you've done.

i’m in this now, and i need to know everything. you owe me that.

how come you never choose me?

you had the guts to do something brave. 

people go through all sorts of stuff, bad things, and they don’t tell anybody.

i worry myself, too.

i just know that i need to make my life count. it’s all i can do.

might’ve been shitty parents, but they’re still your parents.

when we get there, we’ll be different. we’ll be ready. 

you missed me that much?

a lot of hope is dangerous.

i don’t wanna be who everybody thinks i am here. 

it’s the things we love most that destroy us.

you're a good person even with all your bad qualities.

see? we’re good together.

you really think the world’s gonna end?

i’d like for the time i have left on this earth to mean something.

i don’t give a shit anymore. i just want to be a good person.

what if you just want something, and you want it so bad?

i guess we both got what we wanted.

you’re a fucking creep, i’m a fucking catch.

we walked into the darkest place there was, but we did it together.

you’re not bored. your heart’s broken.

i don’t pity you, like at all. i wish i was like you.

she took me straight into the fog of war.

you don’t know everything. and you can’t control me.

you can lie to everyone else, but you can’t lie to me. 

you’re fucking badass.

i love you. can you handle me saying that?

i make a habit of expecting the worst so i won’t get hurt.

i know this is too little, too late, but i’d really like us to be friends.

i sure hope you catch me when i fall. 

why focus on what’s wrong and not what’s right?

your lies, you can’t even keep track of them.

love is a kind of killing, and none of us get out alive.

maybe something good can come from something bad.

there’s something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls. 

remember half an hour ago when you wanted to murder me? 

that’s all we are the whole time, shells with nothing inside.

please, can you just talk to me? anything you need, just say the word.

i keep blaming everyone, but it was me. it was my fault.

yeah, maybe fire and gasoline can hang out.

it is so easy to find yourself in dark places.

what’s right is that i feel something for you that i just don’t feel anywhere else with anyone else.

i’m going to have to take that risk.

you said it yourself, you don’t remember what happened. is it so hard for you to believe you might be innocent? 

you know what the worst part is? i really thought i had good instincts.

you’re right, you don’t owe me shit, but i’m asking you anyway. 

i could’ve been nicer. i could’ve been less of a monster.

we grew apart from each other. we’re two different people now.

you’re both sad and lonely. you’re a perfect match.

maybe we just needed to work through the bad to get to the good.

you were right. everything is cursed.

god, you are so gruesome. 

you take me for everything i’m worth.

it’s okay if you’re scared.

are you trying to get me to forgive and forget?

[juniperskye]

I Almost Do Pt. 2

Sneak Peek: Part 2 to a Song Fic I wrote using “I Almost Do” by Taylor Swift. One in which the reader faces the internal battle of how to express her feelings and fears to the man that she loves. Will they end up together again?

Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Angst/Fluff

Word count: 2563

Warnings: No use of y/n, age gap, mentions of anxiety, some language, mentions of food, mentions of pregnancy (kind of), mention of marriage, talk of past unhealthy relationship, talk of insecurities, let me know if I missed any!

Not edited - please be kind.

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

Part 1.

Aaron was ready to surrender all hope and go to bed when the three little dots appeared. He was anxious to see what you’d reply, but glad that you’d actually return his message this time around. He was quick to check his phone when it alerted him to a new message. A small smile broke out on his face when he read your reply…

You were shocked to see Aaron’s message to say the least. You had been hoping for this, practically begging for it last time you talked to Penelope, but now that it was happening, it was like your consciousness had left your body and was now looking down on you waiting for your brain to start firing off neurons and compute some sort of response to this man that you were hopelessly in love with. But you hesitated. Why did you hesitate? Why aren’t your fingers moving along the keys formulating a simple text telling Aaron that you too had been thinking of him and that you wanted nothing more than to be back in his arms.

That pit in your stomach. That sickly sinking feeling you get when you know you might be making the wrong choice, or when you are so nervous because you don’t know the outcome of the situation that hasn’t occurred yet. But you can’t know the outcome if you don’t take the leap. But…the nerves, the anxiety, that sickly sinking pit in your stomach…they nag at you, whispering “make the safe choice”, “make the choice in which we already know the outcome”, “don’t take unnecessary risks”.  

You shake your head; you can’t let fear keep you from the possibility of happiness. You can’t let these nerves, this anxiety, that sickly sinking pit in your stomach run your life. Not anymore. So, you won’t. For once you are going to let your heart decide.

Your fingers move to type out a reply, the nerves, anxiety, and that stupid pit in your stomach SCREAMING at you to turn back, delete the text, lock your phone and go to bed. You reread the text over and over again, questioning every individual character neatly placed within the confines of the grey tones plastered amongst the text screen, this is it. Send.

You: There is so much I want to say, but I am not entirely sure a text is the best way to express everything I am feeling right now. You have been on my mind nonstop lately and I miss you. And…that scares me.

Aaron couldn’t help but smile. This was one of the many things he loved about you, you tended to overthink and that led to rambling and nerves and fidgeting. Watching you in those moments was beautiful because you allowed him to see a vulnerable piece of you and it was warm and intimate, and it was you. He could practically feel your racing heart and shaking hands through his phone. He knew what it meant for you to share that you were scared, it was something that had been brought up early on in your relationship.

**Aaron would notice that after sustaining an injury while on a case, you tended to shut down for a short while (usually until there were obvious signs of healing) and when he confronted you about it, you had broken down. Everything about your relationship with Aaron had terrified you. He had come into your life with the force of a battering ram, you had been swept off the hinges, your once secure defenses all came crumbling down. You wept, hot salty tears paving tracks down your cheeks, hiccupping out apologies.

A flash of panic had crossed Aaron’s features, quickly melting into concern and gentle shushing. Him telling you that there was no need for apologies. He simply wanted to know what had you in such a state. He held you until you had calmed, and you finally explained to him that you would shut him out because that was easier than admitting that you loved him so much that it physically hurt. When he came home with cuts, bruises, gunshot wounds, stab wounds, hell, after nearly being blown up, you felt this wave of nausea along with earth shattering pain that one of these times it wouldn’t be him calling you to inform you he was on his way, but a call from Dave or Derek or maybe even Penelope to let you know that he was gone forever. That he would never look at you with those beautiful whiskey eyes. He’d never pull you closer and nuzzle his nose into the nape of your neck in the early hours of the morning. He’d never kiss your knuckles or call you sweetheart ever again, and you couldn’t live with that.

You told Aaron that you had never felt this way before, that you had come to learn that your soul was not your own, but it belonged to him. The two of you were written in the stars and you had figured it out the moment you met him. Aaron hugged you then, reassuring you that he was okay, and things would work out. For a moment you believed him, and things were okay…until they weren’t.**

Aaron wanted so badly to call you up, tell you to come over…but he knew that it wouldn’t be that easy. Things between you had been left shattered, fragile shards of glass so thin that you can’t pick up the pieces without making a bigger mess of things. He knew he needed to tread lightly, careful not to put too much pressure on you and make sure you knew he would move at whatever pace you were comfortable with.

Aaron: How would you like to meet up for lunch? We can talk about things, see where that leads? You: Yeah, ok. Lunch sounds good. Aaron: Are you free tomorrow? I have a mandatory day off.

You scoffed at his message. Aaron despised mandatory days off, he always made sure to bring case files home so he could review and revise them on these days. He had said it felt like a waste of time, that there was no point in sitting around and doing nothing all day while I was out at work. Your thoughts were interrupted by the alert of another message coming in.

Aaron: I don’t know why I even suggested it, I know you work on Fridays. I can schedule a day off for this weekend. You: Tomorrow works for me. I actually got a promotion, so my schedule is different now. We can catch up on that later though. Is 12:30 alright?

Aaron felt a pang in his chest. He hadn’t known that you’d been up for a promotion at work, and he wonders when that even happened. Had it been back when he was letting his work consume his entire life? Had he completely zoned out during a conversation in which you would’ve excitedly told him about this new position and all the doors it could open for you in your career? Or had this been a change you’d felt you needed post breakup to keep your mind occupied? He would find out, and he would make up for it either way because damnit this ache he is feeling right now is horrible and he doesn’t think he could handle feeling this way forever.

Aaron: Oh, congratulations! 12:30 is great. Maggie’s? You: Thanks. Maggie’s sounds good. See you tomorrow.

You internally cursed Aaron for choosing Maggie’s. That had been your place, he had intentionally picked it because of your shared history there, you were sure of it. Maggie’s was where you had your first official date, it is where he said he loved you for the first time, Maggie’s was the home of many conversations of the future you two thought you’d share.

You thought about texting Aaron back telling him that you’d rather go to that new café on Grand. Somewhere neutral to your relationship but you ultimately decided against it. You figured it was time to go to bed, heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth when your phone went off again.

Aaron: See you tomorrow.

Aaron had hoped that his choosing of Maggie’s would put you at ease, somewhere familiar and comfortable. He was anxious to see you, worried that he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from pulling you in to him the second he saw you. After you had left that night, he had realized that you had brought so much into his life, you brought this warmth and radiated this vibrancy that he had grown accustomed to, so when you ended things his life went back to the cold, dull mundane that it had previously been. He hoped tomorrow would be good, that things would take a turn for the better.

Aaron: Goodnight You: Goodnight Aaron.

You were shocked that you slept through the night. You wondered if that was a sign that today was going to be a good day. That you would meet up with Aaron and things would go exactly as they are meant to. The universe has a plan…right? You needed to get ready for this lunch. Taking a deep breath and a quick stretch, you mentally prepare yourself. It’s just Aaron, he knows you better than anyone, things would be okay.

You took some time getting ready. Wanting to be in a positive head space you figured some self-care would be a great place to start. You took a shower, styled your hair, put on some light makeup and got dressed. You had debated wearing something that you knew would get a reaction out of Aaron but decided against it. Opting for something comfortable, you threw on your favorite pair of jeans and a thick knit sweater. You paired this outfit with your favorite jewelry and some loafers. Checking the time, you grabbed your purse and keys and made your way out the door. The ride to Maggie’s was all too familiar, muscle memory taking you there, allowing you to get lost in your thoughts.

Nerves, anxiety and that sickly sinking pit in your stomach, you anticipated their arrival. Only, they didn’t come. When you arrived at Maggie’s, you parked and made your way to the door. They still hadn’t made themselves present. Part of you wondered if it was because your body was waiting to hit you with all of those feelings in the form of Aaron standing you up, but that thought slipped your mind the moment you saw him stand and wave you over.

You walked over to him, his body twitched in such a way that you knew he wanted to hug you but also knew it wouldn’t be appropriate. Not now anyway. He gestured for you to sit, and you did. He looked so good. Tired, maybe even a little sad, but still so damn good. You looked to each other to begin what was to be an awkward dance of small talk until one of you opened the flood gates of the conversation that would determine the outcome of all this.

“We have known each other far too long to indulge in small talk. I think it is best if we just lay it all out on the table.” Aaron began.

“Agreed. But we should probably order first, I am starving, and I would hate to entangle our server in this discussion.”

“Good idea.” Aaron agreed and flagged the waitress down.

You placed your orders and ended up making some small talk waiting for the food to come. When it did arrive, Aaron politely asked our server that we be left alone for a while. He did it in that charming way that he does, he has always had a way with words, and with people.

“I think I should start. I made a lot of mistakes and some of which were selfish, and they hurt you in ways that I will never be able to make up for. But I need you to know that I am so sorry for shutting down and not communicating with you. I don’t want to make excuses, God knows nothing can excuse my actions, but I do want to explain that I let immature teasing from Dave and Derek get the better of me. It struck some insecurities within myself that I thought I had overcome but seemingly hadn’t.” Aaron shook his head at himself.

“Wait a minute, what teasing? What insecurities? Why are you just now telling me all of this?”

“Derek had asked me about our future, if we would get married, and if you would want children. I told him I wasn’t sure but that you and I would work through that together as it came up in our relationship. That is when Dave chimed in and kindly reminded me that I am quite a bit older than you and if we did have children, well, at their graduations you would look like their mother, and I would look more like their grandfather. Sweetheart I know that we had talked about the age difference, and you’ve made it very clear that it doesn’t change your feelings for me, but I can’t help but wonder if I am holding you back from a life that you deserve.” Aaron’s eyes grew misty.

“Aaron, I know that we haven’t talked about all that, but I think that was kind of the biggest fault in our relationship. We took things day by day, and while that can be a beautiful and exciting thing, it doesn’t allow for growth since you don’t know what you are aiming for. I would love to get married and have children, and have a beautiful life with you, but the truth is, we don’t know what the future holds. We can’t be certain that we would even be able to conceive, or that we will be together forever. But if I have learned one thing over these last few months, it is that I get to choose to take the leap. So, there is something I am certain of, and that is my love for you. It hasn’t changed, but I need you to open up to me as I have for you. I need you to communicate with me Aaron and I need you to be all in. What do you say?”

Aaron looked to you with bright eyes, hope shining through. In his eyes you could see forever, you just needed him to jump in. You were shocked at how bold you had been, but it was as if a fog had cleared the moment you stepped foot into Maggie’s. You heart and head in perfect sync telling you, this is it. You were meant to take this risk and be happy.

It was up to Aaron. Would he be willing to push aside his insecurities and jump into this once and for all?  Could the fact that the two of you had the last five months to grow and mature and reflect on your wrongdoings be enough to thrust your forward into a healthy successful relationship? Would any of that even matter? Would Aaron leap? You sat with bated breath awaiting his reply, silently willing him to say something, grab you and just kiss you, something! But then he spoke…

“I’m all in sweetheart.”

[paulyenvol6]

Sweet Creature (Chapter 1)

Contains: No trigger warnings :)

(Set in 1811 and this is stronly inspired by Bridgerton...)

Masterlist of this story

Eunice’s pov:

„Eunice!!“ She didn’t even have the time to turn around before feeling tiny arms tightly hugging her from behind. „Clara?“, she laughed and tried to turn around the grip. Once she managed to, she also wrapped her arms around the young girl’s back and peacefully closed her eyes.

„I missed you so much, Nini.“, Clara said and ended the hug. „I missed you too, little one.“ „I’m not that little anymore.“, the girl pouted, put her hands on her hips and frowned. „Of course not. My mother told me you are playing the piano now.“ „I do. And Sir Lockins said that I am very talented.“

Eunice smiled. „I can imagine. Tell me, are your brothers and sisters also with you? My mother said your mother wasn’t entirely sure if they could come visit us with you.“ „Alfred, Isaac and Catherine are with us, but Evan and Rosanna didn’t come. Rosanna is set to marry soon, you know? And Evan takes care of the residency while we’re away.“, Clara answered.

„Rosanna is going to marry?“, Eunice said stunned. „Wow, I can’t believe it. Mother didn’t say anything.“ „Yeah, she is.“ Eunice winked. „And do you like him?“ „In the beginning not. He was so quiet always. I thought that something might be wrong with him. But he brought me Belgian candy last time for dinner. It was soooo good Nini. Dark chocolate.“ Eunice laughed. „So he bought his way to your heart, tsts.“ Clara pouted. „Mhmm maybe. Oh, actually I went up here to get you. Aunt Isabella wanted to send one of the maids to get you but I said I could do it.“ „Then off we go.“

„Grandmother.“, Eunice smiled and gave Clara’s and her grandmother kisses on her left and right cheek. „Oh dear, how good to see you.“, the woman chuckled and took a step back to regard her. „You’re tall! Tell me, what is your height?“ „Oh I don't know.“ „Yes, she just won’t stop, mother.“, Eunice’s mother sighed and patted her shoulder.

„But dear god, you are beautiful.“, Hellen said and shook her head in disbelief. „You don’t have that from you mother’s side. „Mother!“ Isabella scolded and Eunice and Clara laughed. „How old are you again, dear?“, her grandmother asked and Eunice well – behaved answered: „I turned 19 last month, grandmother Hellen.“

„And if your mother told me correctly, you are going to get married soon?“ „Yes I am. The date is set for August, so in about a year it will be time.“ „Will I meet the young man during my stay here?“ „If that’s what you want, mother, yes.“, Isabella nodded and gave her her arm to support the old lady.

„Of course I do. I want my granddaughter to be in good hands. 19, those are the best years, dear. Oh and there is my other wonderful grandchildren. Let your grandmother give you a kiss.“

Euince’s siblings, one by one was greeted by their grandmother. Hellen had been living with Isabella’s sister Jane, who therefore was Eunice’s aunt, ever since Hellen’s husband had died. It had been a hard time for the old lady, who had lost her husband of 50 years. Her daughter and grandchildren had been a good environment for her during this time.

In this moment Jane entered the room. „My dear sister, and all my beautiful nieces and nephews! Come here.“

One could say that Jane was a awkward person because she seemed a bit unnatural sometimes. She just had a stiffness to her, which was why Eunice didn’t really like her as a child. She was scared of her tensed facial expression and her tinkling laughter, that just sounded a bit too perfect.

But now, she had learned to like her. Eunice now knew that her aunt had had a difficult life and could understand the woman better now. Jane had been sent off to France back when she was 12 years old to marry a young French Prince. She therefore had been separated from her family and her siblings, who she had been very close with. As her sister Isabella was the oldest sibling, she was set to marry the Prince and heir of the throne of England, Eunice’s father Nathan.

So Jane had moved to a strange country, to a strange court with a strange family and had to marry a boy she didn’t know and couldn’t even talk with due to the language barrier. She just simply had to live with it and do as she was told because anything else would have enormous consequences for the relationship between both their families.

Jane eventually had started to feel at home in France and had learned to love her husband. She had many children who she loved and was able to call herself happy when her husband Pierre suddenly got sick.

Jane cried many tears for him and stayed by his side until his very last breath. It was an incredibly hard time for her as she not only had to deal with her own pain but also had to shield her children from it all.

And as she still lived in France she didn’t have a lot of family around her to support her during this time. Eunice once secretly read a letter that her aunt had sent to her mother shortly after her husband had died. The letter gave her a hint how desperate the young woman had been.

She described how it broke her heart to see how her young children slowly started to understand what was going on and what had happened to their father. And how she was scared of them seeing her tears.

But after a few months the whole family had moved back to England to be closer to the rest of the family. Jane thought it would be good for her children to get to know their cousins. Clara was the youngest of them and she was born shortly before her father’s death.

Her French was basically non existent and she mainly grew up in England. She was 7 years old now and Eunice loved her like a sister. They just simply had gotten along ever since they met and Eunice felt very protective of her. Eunice believed that Clara had sometimes felt excluded from her siblings, because they for instance could all speak French and sometimes still spoke it with each other.

And there was an age gap of four years between Clara and the second youngest brother, Noah. In Eunice, she had found a friend and a sister and so she was always happy to visit her cousins.

Jane now came closer to hug her and her siblings. „It’s so good to be back.“, she smiled and kissed Eunice on her cheek. „You look very good, my dear.“ „Thank you, aunt Jane.“ „My dear sister, let me hug you.“ Jane wrapped her arms around her oldest sister Isabella and held her tightly.

Isabella had always had a very good relationship with all her three sisters. One could think that Jane might had been jealous of Isabella for having the priviledge of marrying the future Prince of England while she was being sent to France, but they had always been supportive of each other, which Eunice admired.

„When will the feast take place, Isa?“, Jane now asked, which caught the attention of everyone else in the room. The reason why they all gathered in the Paignton’s residency was their annually summer feast. It had been a tradition for over 10 years now and every year a lot of relatives and friends came to London only for the Paignton’s summer feast which usually took place in July or August.

„Tomorrow at 5 pm. This year we’ll start with a ball in St. Burton’s and then go outside where we’ll eat and enjoy the summer night.“ „That sounds fantastic. What about our sisters Brenda and Mace? I heard that Brenda won’t make it until tomorrow?“

„Yes, Brenda will arrive with her family tomorrow noon, if everything goes well. And Mace has arrived the day before yesterday. She drove in the city today to buy a new suit for Dustin.“ „Very well.“, Jane smiled and Isabella grabbed her arm. „Let us have a tea, dear sister. We haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Children, will you take your cousins out to the garden? But don’t leave the property, I will have Ms Huxley look after you.“

The young members of the family left the house through the backdoor. The Paignton’s had a lovely garden. A terrace offered space to sit on warm evenings with a generous, elegant table made of stone with filigran decorations on the sides.

Two stone stairs leaded them down to the actual garden. The family had a little pond with fish inside which was surrounded by medium – high grasses. But this was not the center of attention for the children.

They directly headed for the trees in the back of the property. Magnificent oaks, birches and spruces offered some shadow on this warm day and additionally you could find a swing between two of the trees. It was a fight betweent them who was the first person to climb the tree and eventually Alfred won and proudly started to swing.

It was a beautiful afternoon and Eunice couldn’t stop smiling. She was happy to see her cousins again and she loved the smell of summer in the air. Of course she also couldn’t wait for the big feast, as it always was one of the highlights of the year for her.

[judzea]

Chaos Theory Count Down!

PROMT ONE FAVE CHARACTER!

Ben Is my fave character. So naturally, I had to add more trauma to him because I have theories.

This is a character study behind the other motivations Ben may have had when he tried to stay behind on the Island. I just always felt there had to be more reasons to Ben wanting to stay behind on a literal dino island than to go home.

Warnings ⚠️ implied child abuse and implied alcoholism. I don't think Ben had a good home life.

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Darius was so confused. Because this wasn’t like before. He had thought Ben just wanted to stay because of Bumpy. He knew what trauma bonding was. He had read books on trauma after his fathers death. He read them to help his mum (himself too) and now that knowledge was useful here but what Ben was doing now was beyond someone who had bonded with a dinosaur when he was vulnerable. Bumpy didn’t need him anymore. There was no guarantee Bumpy would even stay with Ben now she had been accepted into the herd yet Ben still wanted to stay.

“I am not afraid here’”

Ben had said. Darius was thinking about it as the group walked back to the boat occasionally asking Ben if he was sure.

“Ben what are you afraid of when you go home?”

Darius realised as soon as he spoke that he over stepped. Part of him felt guilty doing it there in front of everyone but it felt necessary. Their heart to heart earlier about his own trauma and guilt about loosing Ben wasn’t enough to keep Ben from staying. Ben’s trauma was the thing that needed to be talked about here.

“What?”

“I just mean… You said earlier that you wern’t afraid here. You talk about liking who you are here and that here you know how to survive. But does that mean there is something back home you think you don’t know how to survive?”

Ben hunched his shoulders forward and refused to slow his stomping pace though the leaves. Kenji rolled his eyes at Darius.

“Dude Ben was afraid of everything before. He didn’t know hoe to survive a car ride.”

Brooklyn punched Kenji in the arm and looked to Darius meaningfully.

“I think I get what Darius means. Before you were scared of lots of things but those things are things I know you are not scared of anymore. You eat bugs now and crelay don’t care for hygiene as much as you did then. It isn’t like you would still be afraid of that kind of stuff when we get back. So there has to be something else. Something back home that makes you think surviving here is easier than surviving home.”

Darius nodded along with Brokyln watching Bens stiff back as he hunched further in on himself.

“You don’t talk about home much Ben. I talk about my family all the time. All of us have at some point. Even Kenji misses his dad and his dad kind of sucks.”

Sammy says. Kenji makes an upset noise before sighing and nodding his head in agrement.

“Ben what ever it is surely it can’t be worse that getting eaten by dinosaurs.”

Yazmina says using her superior speed to catch up to Ben quickly and grab is shoulder. Ben shugs her off suddenly.

“You don’t get it.”

“Home isn’t perfect Ben but it is better than this. Yeah my parents put me under allot of pressure to be a good athlete and I don’t have allot of friends but it was home.”

Ben has stoped walking but he still won’t face the group.

“My dads sold my life to millions of other people before I was old enough to know what fame meant. I rely on strangers to feel worthy of love but at least I could go get food when ever I wanted.”

Ben shrugged.

“My family was struggling allot with money and we all pretended it was fine but we knew we would still have eachother if this wen’t side ways.”

Ben moved his arms around himself, hands visible gripping the sides of his waist.

“My dad was barely there. I spen’t more time with staff than with my family. And when he was there he was parading me around to other people and belittling me when I didn’t mesure up to their kids but… I had a roof over my head, my dad had his moments and Candy she was really starting to grow on me.”

Kenji moved forward to touch Ben but was shrugged off just as hard as Yazminas previous attempt.

“My family was healing. Losing my dad changed my family's whole dynamic and I am not sure what kind of dynamic I am coming home to, but I know my mother will be happy to see me. Won’t your mom?”

Ben sighed heavily finally turned around eyes glistening with tears.

“You don’t get it! It isn’t pressure or, financial strain, or neglect or loss I am running away from. You all go home at you get to go somewhere safe. Somewhere that you can go to sleep at night an not have to worry about predators getting you in your sleep. I don’t get that! Here when I sleep for a few hours at a time I know what to expect if something comes for me. I know how to defend myself if something comes at me. But I can’t do that back there. I know that no matter how strong the Island made me that I can’t… I won’t be able to protect myself there.”

Ben was shouting pointing back and forth form the shoreline tears springing out form his eyes as he yelled his voice cracking.

“You mean you mom?”

“Don’t you dare blame her for him.”

Ben snaps with unusual venom at Brokyln.

“You have never mentioned you dad before.”

Darius says watching Bens heaving chest unable to look at Bens teary eyes in fear he might begin crying to. Sammy already was.

“You just lost your dad I wasn’t going to talk about how much I wish I had lost mine.”

“Ben I…”

“Don’t I am still not angry at you. None of you have done anything wrong. I just… Please trust me when I say I am better off here.”

Brooklyn shook her head.

“You don’t know that. You can get help back home. You will be alone here. But back home we can help. Your mom can…”

“No she can’t if she could she would have along time ago. People are stupid when they are in love. He is good to her he makes her happy. They are probably way happier without me there. He doesn’t have a disappointment of a son to be angry at and she doesn’t have to feel guilty. When I am not home and he gets drunk he just falls asleep on the couch. It is better when I am not there.”

Kenji shoved himself in front of Ben and placed a palm on Ben's cheek gently forcing him to make eye contact.

“I am not.”

“Huh?”

“I am not better when you arn’t here. None of us are. We are all better with you with us.”

Bens eyes watered again tears rapidly falling.

“I am sorry. I just I can’t. I don’t want to go back to that. I don’t want to lay in my bed evey night unable to sleep listening out for the sound of crumpling beer cans hoping he won’t find another reason to come into my room and hurt me. I don’t want are more hospital visits I don’t want any more raised voices. I was scared of everything before. I knew to be scared of things, I know how dangerous things can be. Know that bad people really do exist because I live with one. I know you all think I am brave now but I… I am so scared.”

Ben began to sob in earnest now Kenji grabbing the back of his head and smooshing his face into his chest. Ben embraced the hug greatfully relaxing further when a crying Sammy joined in followed by Darius then the others.

“I promise Ben I won’t let any of that happen again. None of us will.”

Kenji said looking at Darius over Ben's head. Darius nodded.

“Yeah. We survived dinosaurs. We can surive this. We are a family now and family sticks together. You would be welcome in my home.”

“Or mine! My mom has too many kids as it is whats one more!”

Ben sniffles.

“My dad had killer lawyers we are going to sue the crap out of Injen. You will have so much money you can buy your way out of your family.”

“I can black mail you dad so he won’t make a fuss when you try to leave and live with one of us.”

“You can have like a whole floor in one of my penthouses”

Ben begins to shake in the groups arms and for a moment Darius worries that he is crying again. But he realizes when he hears a snort that Ben is laughing.

“You guys are crazy.”

“Hey Camp Fam for life Ben. We protect each other. From anything.”

Darius says finally able to look Ben in the eye.

“You really mean it?”

The whole group around him yells in positives. There is no way they are leaving Ben behind. And there is no way they will do it when they get home either. Darius was already making plans, and back up plans. He was sure Brokylen had done some legal videos in the past. When they get off this island they were going to have so many plans and back up plans that there was no way Ben was ever going to be without one of them again.

[ninjaneonleon]

Swan song

Start

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It had been days since Leo had his revelation. Days since he came to an understanding with Odile and let them merge with him on a deeper level. Days since he and Donnie had started working out the spell that had trapped Odette and then Donnie.

They had the movements. But Odile had known that replicating them step for step would just result in whoever did them to get trapped too. No, this needed to be something else, something new.

It would have been good if Leo had seen Donnie’s dance in person instead of from his goggles. Or if Odile had seen Odette’s original spell.

But they were working with what they had and that meant improvisation.

“Maybe if we do it backwards?” Mikey suggested, looking over the steps Donnie had written out.

“No, that won’t work,” Leo shook his head. “We need to have something new.”

Everyone was getting more and more frustrated. They finally had a lead but still no way of getting Donnie free. Leo wasn’t about to give up, though. He could feel the Crow nearby, watching him. If they gave up, then Leo, Odile, Donnie and Odette were in even more danger.

Leo was too scared to leave the safety of the Lake anymore. Some evenings he was too scared to even leave the nest he’d built for him and Donnie under their tree. He knew Von Rothbart would be close and he wanted what Leo had promised him.

Leo didn’t understand why the Crow hated Odette so much, but he wasn’t going to let his sister be taken by him, just like how Leo wasn’t going to let Odile ever go back to that horrible man who called himself their father.

Leo would rather stay a swan forever than ever let poor Odile suffer like that again.

“There has to be something we’re missing. Something obvious,” Donnie said with a huff. He got to his feet and started running through a sequence to help calm himself down. “I just wish my head was clearer. I remember our family, I remember my life before the lake, but I can’t remember exactly how I got trapped.”

Leo paused, then gasped. “Maybe we don’t need how you got trapped, Donnie. We need to know what happened to Odette.”

“That makes sense! We gotta know how the first spell happened to be able to undo any others.” Raph said, the tip of his tail wagging excitedly.

“Well how do we talk to Odette?” Mikey asked. “She’s just a soul that’s part of Donnie now. She isn’t present or conscious like Odile, right?”

“It’s more complicated than that,” Donnie said before Leo could say anything. “Odette and I are… well our souls are merging. So that means she’s technically as aware as I am.”

“The difference being is that she doesn’t have the support of her twin in full so her memory isn’t as good as Donnie’s is,,” Leo finished. “Odile… went through a lot. They’re still learning to trust Odette again and so they’re nervous to give their energy. They want to help, but they’re scared.”

“And Odette doesn’t hold that against them in the slightest,” Donnie added quickly. “She just wants her twin back.”

“Well, how do we get Odette to remember then?” Raph asked.

Mikey made a small sound. “Maybe we don’t have to. There is another way.”

Leo paused, then gasped. “No way, nuh uh. No way are you doing that, Mikey.” Leo was not letting Mikey sacrifice himself for such a slim chance at undoing the spell. Leo had already made one stupid, self sacrificial decision, he wasn’t about to make another.

“How’s it different to what you did?” Mikey asked with an angry huff.

“Because I wasn’t in my right mind! It was stupid and I should never have taken that deal!” Leo snapped. Then he took a breath, letting the feathers of his wings relax and unpuff. “I don’t want to risk losing you for a chance at information. We don’t know what another person in the Lake would do to Donnie’s soul, let alone Odette’s.”

“Wait, you were thinking of dancing for the Lake, Mikey?” Donnie asked. He sounded almost breathless. “That’s dangerous. You can’t. You don’t have a twin who can ground your soul, you’d start forgetting immediately.”

“Leo does,” Raph said. “He could dance instead and then we’d see the moves we need. And then, since Odile will be mixed with Odette, they can get you both to dance to free you all.”

Leo paused. It was a good plan. Not without its risks, of course, but Leo liked the odds of it. Odile, while nervous, also seemed to agree.

“Okay.”

“Okay?! Leo, Odile, you can’t, it could destroy you both!” Donnie pleaded.

“And the Crow is waiting just outside the Lake to do just that anyway.” Leo replied calmly. “This at least gives us a chance.” He smiled at his twin. “It’ll be okay, Dee. We… balance each other out…” Wait. “That’s it.”

“What? What’s it? What have you figured out, Leo?” Donnie demanded.

“We’ve been thinking it’s a solo dance that we needed, but it’s not.” Leo turned to beam at Donnie. “It’s a pas de deux. Odette danced with Ilma and you danced with Odette.”

“So if I dance with you—“

“Then you both can free yourselves ,” Raph finished with a grin.

There was a pause, then Mikey said something that made Donnie tense up.

“Dad and Barry both need to be here. That’s the only way it’ll work properly.” He sounded sure. Everyone knew that Donnie didn’t like Barry in this form. He was too similar to Von Rothbart for Odette to feel comfortable. “Having a parent you love and a parent to stand in for Odette’s father, someone who is actually nice and good now, will make the spell stronger. It’ll be like Ilma had repaired the family.”

“Which is what she was protecting Odette from, so they need to be there,” Mikey insisted.

“Okay.” Donnie said after a moment. “And I think I can figure out the steps as we go. So we need to get them now before I lose my nerve.”

“I’ll get them!” Raph cried, getting to his feet in an instant and running back towards the gateway.

Leo took a breath and stood. He stretched out his wings and took a few steps to the side. Leo closed his eyes and started dancing by himself, trying to focus on how to channel the magic. It was weird and he didn’t really understand it, but Odile did and that was all that mattered. Still, he wondered if he’d still be able to dance when this was over. He hoped so. Leo liked being able to dance with Donnie.

“What are you two thinking about?” Donnie asked after a moment. Leo didn’t need to look over to know that Donnie was dancing with him, matching his moves perfectly. They were in sync, like twins were supposed to be.

“Just wondering what parts of this situation will stick around,” Leo said after a moment. “Hey Dee? If I can’t still dance after we’re, uh, free of this… can you teach me?”

Donnie paused. When he next spoke, Leo could hear his brother’s smile in his voice. “Of course. I’d love to.”

“We’re here! Red said it was an emergency, is everyone okay?” Splinter rushed over to the water’s edge, Draxum in tow. Donnie puffed up a little nervously but didn’t respond otherwise.

“No, Dad, we’re okay.” Leo took a breath before turning to face Splinter. This was the first time his dad would have seen him as a swan. “We just know how to save Donnie and we needed you and Barry here for it.”

“Oh, my baby Blue…”

“If you guys wanna sit down with Mikey and Raph, we’ll be starting soon.” Leo didn’t want to discuss his choices right now. He couldn’t handle the disappointment and sadness in Splinter’s expression. It was too much like Ilma’s to be comfortable.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Leonardo?” Draxum asked surprisingly gently.

“No, but this is still our best bet. I’m running out of time and then Donnie will be in real danger.”

No one argued. They just all took their seats as Leo and Donnie walked out to the water. Leo didn’t need the roots supporting him anymore. He was a swan, he belonged in the water.

“You know, this is where Ilma found Odette’s egg,” Donnie murmured as he started dancing. Leo copied him for now. He knew the magic would guide him appropriately when the spell kicked in. “Odile’s came from another lake, somewhere far away. They weren’t born as twins. But they hatched on the same day. And they were mutated together.” Leo found himself pirouetting around Donnie. “That’s just like us, isn’t it? We’re different species but we hatched together and we were mutated together.”

“It’s poetic,” Leo agreed softly. “Like mirrors of each other.”

“But we have a chance to make things better. We don’t have to have their rift,” Donnie said. He jumped at Leo and Leo found it easy to lift Donnie and spin slowly. “We can learn from them.”

“We’ll be better.” Leo wasn’t sure if that was him speaking or Odile.

"Yeah, we will be better," Donnie murmured, or was that Odette? "We'll be a family again."

"I love you, my twin," said Leandro.

"I love you too, I always have," replied Othello.

The twins posed together, panting and out of breath for the first time since arriving at the Lake.

Then the water opened and swallowed them under.

——————

So yeah! Another part so soon. I’ve been on a roll for some reason, something sparked my creativity to the max. I hope you all enjoy!

Edit: Part 10

Swanatello belongs to @tangledinink

Crownardo belongs to @dryad-druid

[lisashield]

My fist time doing this was very therapeutic for me

Y/n Adams (buddy Matthews younger twin sister)

Matthew Adams ( buddy Matthews, Y/N older twin brother (by three minutes),Demi’s husband)

Demi Adams ( Rhea Ripley, Y/N sil, buddy Matthew’s wife)

Luis Martinez ( Damian Priest, Demi’s best friend, Y/N crush)

Y/D/N - your daughter’s name

Y/E/N - your ex’s name

Y/F/D/N - your future daughter’s name

Y/H/T - your home town

Julia Hart ( member of house of black,AEW superstar, Y/N best friend (outside of Demi of course)

The rest of house of black

The rest of judgement day

The rest of the wwe superstars

WARNING: mention of abuse both sexual and physical MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

SUMMARY: Y/N has had enough with her abusing boyfriend so she calls her twin brother and asks him to help her leave little did she know her best friend was already on top of it *will be mixing real and ring names*

Y/n lays in her bed crying as she says she is done with the abuse of her boyfriend Y/E/N after he sexually abused her yet again so she calls up her best friend Julia Hart who she met through her twin brother who is current AEW superstar Buddy Matthews from the faction House of Black

Y/N: “I don’t know what to do about Y/E/N anymore Jules he keeps hitting me and rapping me I feel like I have to stay due to Y/D/N after all he is all she has besides me her biological father isn’t around anymore” Y/N cries into the phone

Julia: “tell you what next time he goes out pack yours and Y/D/N’s clothes and I mean all of them and the valuables you have and I will come get you and you guys can stay here with me and that way I get to love on my niece as much as I want and you get away from that jerk”

Y/N: “okay sound good I know she misses you a lot every time we watch AEW and HOB comes on she lights up but how will I leave he won’t let me take the car for anything”

Julia: Y/N you let me handle that and you just worry about that cute little angel that I call my niece hey I got to go HOB has to work on some promos love you bye”

Y/N: okay bye I think Y/D/N is up from her nap anyway”

After they hang up Julia walks up to the rest of the guys from house of black with a somber look on her face they ask her what the look is for so she tells them what Y/N just told her and they tell her that they to let Matthew know after all they had a super bond that they couldn’t understand (because who can really understand the bond twins have) she agrees and asks if they need her for the promo that they are about to shoot they say they don’t so she walks away to get somewhere more quiet so she could call Matthew

Julia: ( after Matthew picks up) “hey Matthew I need your help or more should I say Y/N does”

Matthew: “ why what is wrong did something happen to Y/D/N” he asks starting to panic

Julia: “no but Y/E/N did it again and I convinced Y/N that her and Y/D/N could come stay with me if she wants out and I think she does want out so I told her to just pack their clothes and valuables right now but she is scared that she won’t be able to get out because he never lets her use the car”

Matthew: *getting mad* what the hell did her do this time i swear if her puts one more finger on her i will loose my mind I can’t believe I left my baby sister when I left for AEW”

Julia: “he didn’t physically abuse her this time I wish it was that kinda because there might be a way for her to get her mind over that it is way more serious this time and before you freak out he didn’t harm Y/D/N”

Matthew: *starts to really worry now* what did he do if he didn’t physically abuse her *waves over Demi* by the way Jules you are on speaker now and Demi is here since she is Y/N other bestie”

Julia: “hey Demi how is married life”

Demi:”hey Julia, it is awesome,now what is this I hear about Y/N being in trouble?”

Julia: “that’s great question is Luis around because I would put my job on the line he would go off the handle if her were to hear what I am about to say”

Demi: *starting to worry* “No why what is going on” she asked

Julia: “Matthew I hate to be the one to tell you this but Y/E/N sexually assaulted Y/N last night”

Matthew & and Demi: “WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Matthew: “ I am going to beat the crap out of that sob next time I see him”

Demi: “What do we need to do to help I could ask the rest of judgement day to help us get her out”

Julia: “that sounds like a good plan how would you ask Luis without him being suspicious”

Demi: “oh crap didn’t think about that after all *looking for Matthew laughing when she doesn’t see him* Luis has a major crush on Y/N” she confesses to Julia laughing

Julia: *laughing on the phone with demi* I know and Y/N has the biggest crush on him she never shuts up about how cute he is”

*MEANWHILE*

After hearing what he was just told Matthew leaves the room to go call Y/N to see if she would tell him herself what happened and just to check on his twin sister since he hasn’t seen her since the wedding

Matthew: *waits for Y/N to pick up* Hey baby sis how are you doing? How is my niece Y/D/N”

Y/N: *Groans* when are you going to stop with the baby crap you are only three minutes older than me”

Matthew: *chuckles* “still older than you”

Y/N: “well there is something I would like to ask you and don’t be afraid to say no I will completely understand if you do”

Matthew:” what’s up Y/N/N you know I will do anything for you”

Y/N: “ thanks buddy *chuckles at that seeing how that is how he got his wrestling name seeing how when they were little y/n couldn’t say Matthew* can you help me leave Y/E/N thing got out of hand last night and he went to far and he sexually assaulted me *sniffling*”

Matthew:* even though he just heard that from Julia it hurt more hearing it from Y/N* “Sure Y/N/N when do you want to do it heck I will even bring Demi seeing how se misses you”

Y/N: “The sooner the better I have all of our clothes packed and the stuff you guys got y/d/n when she was born I am going to go to a friends house tonight when he leaves to go out”

Matthew: I will talk to Demi and see whe..(gets interrupted from Demi) Demi: (From the living room) THE FIGHT IS ALREADY BOOKED WE LEAVE IN ONE HOUR YOU HEAR ME ONEEEEEEE HOURRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!.”

Matthew: “well I guess we will see you soon sis”

Right before Matthew hangs up with Y/N Demi runs in and grabs the phone from him and starts telling Y/N what she all has planned for you when she sees you an Y/D/N and while watching the whole thing in front of him Matthew is laughing his head off because he has never seen his new bride this happy before she is acting like a kid in a candy store but he is snapped out of his thoughts when the doorbell rings only to find the man that his wife and his twin sister are currently talking about and that person would happen to be the one and only Luis

Martinez aka the one and only Damian Priest

Luis: “hey man, how’s it going was just stopping by to see if Demi wanted to go to the gym with me”

Matthew: “ I am sure she would love to go before we head out Y/N is in a little trouble so we are going to go to Y/H/T to help her out”

As soon as Luis heard that Y/N was in trouble he completely forgot about the gym and started worrying about what it was that was causing her trouble he knew how he felt about her this whole time but he never acted on it because he knew she was in a relationship so he just kept it to himself little did he know she secretly wanted him to come and save Y/D/N and herself

*TIME SKIP TO AFTER DEMI’S CONVERSATION WITH JULIA *

Demi: *sees Luis * “Hey terror twin what you doing here didn’t expect to see you until Monday for RAW”

Luis: “Hey I was coming to see if you wanted to come to the gym with me but then I heard that Y/N is in trouble so I was going to just go”

Demi: *starts to panic* how did you find out about y/n”

Luis: “Matthew told me she was in trouble but didn’t say what is going on can you let me know?”

Demi: “ I don’t know man that isn’t something I should be the one to tell you but hey I brought a extra plane ticket do you want to come with I know she would love to see you again because the last time you guys saw each other was the wedding”

Luis:” yeah I would love that I sure do miss her a lot and I bet Y/D/N has gotten so big how old is she again”

Demi: “ you like her don’t you and Y/D/N is 18 months now why don’t you call her and let her know you are coming but don’t ask her what is wrong she will tell you when she is ready”

*TIME SKIP AGAIN BECAUSE I AM LAZY*

*AFTER THE PHONE CONVERSATION WOTH Y/N AND SHE LETS HIM KNOW WHAT HAPPEN*

Luis: “I AM GOING TO BEAT THE EVER LOVING CRAP OUT OF HIM!” * he screams from the kitchen of Demi and Matthew’s house*

Demi: *looks at Matthew* “guess she told him what happened”

Matthew: “yeah I guess so I just wish she would come to her senses and he loves the hell out of her cause I know she is crazy about him*

Luis walks in without them noticing just as Matthew finish his sentence and realizes that they are talking about Y/N and that is when he says to himself that he swears to take care of Y/N and Y/D/N as long as he possibly can

*major time skip*

1 1/2 months later and Y/N is backstage at Monday night raw visiting Demi and while y/n is talking to Becky lynch with y/d/n running around with Becky’s daughter when all of a sudden y/n starts getting lightheaded

Y/n: “hey becks can you watch y/d/n I need to go sit down for a minute I just got extremely lightheaded”

Becky: “ sure go sit down girl I got y/d/n I send someone to come check on you in a minute maybe one of TJD I know that you and Damian are close”

Over the past month y/n and Damian have confessed their love for each other and have been in a relationship since then he has even unofficially adopted y/d/n

Y/n: *starts blushing* “hey y/d/n you be good for auntie Becky mommy has to so check something out” you say as you bend down to kiss her forehead

Y/d/n: “okay mommy, mommy otay?”

Y/n: “yes baby mommy will be right back”

Becky: “hey y/d/n why don’t we go bug uncle Seth and make fun of his big coats”

Y/d/n: “otay”

As they start walking towards where Seth is y/d/n sees Damian and stops and looks at him before taking off towards him when Becky turn around to check on y/d/n she starts worrying until she hear her yelling for him

Y/d/n: “DADDY UPPEY UPPEY” she squeals with her arms up

Damian looks at her and smiles “hey princess where is mommy”

Y/d/n just shrugged her shoulders as she yawns as she puts her head on her daddy’s chest is when he noticed Becky coming over with a relief look on her face

Becky: “ sorry Luis she took off before I knew it” she smiles when she sees that y/d/n has falling asleep in her daddy’s arms

Damian: “it’s okay becks do you know where Y/N is I can’t seem to find her”

Becky: “yeah she went to lay down in mine and Seth’s locker room she didn’t look to good”

*Meanwhile back in the locker room*

Y/n lays on the couch in Seth an Becky’s locker room looking at her phone when she gets a notification from her period app asking if she has started and when she realizes she hasn’t and she starts freaking out when Damian come in to check on her he finds her in the middle of a panic attack

Damian:”mi amor lo es todo está bien estoy aquí solo respira”

(my love is everything alright i am here just breath)

Y/N: “no I haven’t started my period I can’t be pregnant not by him not by y/e/n I can’t do this”

Damian asked y/n if it was okay to give her a hug when she agreed Damian put y/d/n down careful not to wake her up and pulls y/n in his arm trying to soothe her

Damian:” how about this we will go see the doc and we will find out and if you are it will be just like y/d/n and he or she will be mine no matter what that little one is our baby it made me so happy when y/d/n came running up to me calling me daddy

Y/n: “okay sounds good you know what would piss off y/e/n a whole lot is when we would watch raw and y/d/n would see Demi she would laugh and clap the one day I was watching a YouTube video with you and she came over and looked at my phone and her first word like full word was daddy and she pointed to you I think she hopped the same thing I always did”

Damian:”oh yeah what’s that? “ Damian asked out of pure entertainment he secretly always knew the answer to that

Y/n: “ that you would come save us and I am so glad you did”

*time skip*

After y/n and Damian leave docs office with the surprising news they can’t wait to tell ever the first person the tell of course is Demi

Y/N: “hey sis guess what”

Demi: “what has my little sister and my terror twin all happy and smiley”

Y/n: “well aunt Demi we got some big news and you are the first person to hear but if y/d/n says anything after we tell her can you act shocked?”

Demi: “of course, wait a minute you just called me aunt Demi does this mean…..”

Demi paused as you shook your head in excitement

Demi: “NO! You’re pregnant but I thought you two didn’t do it yet”

Damian: “we didn’t but that doesn’t matter all that matters is this baby is going to be raised with love and he or she will never have to fear anything with the terror twin by their side”

Y/n: “we should announce it to the wwe and the Aew universe but how Oh I got it!”

The way you said that scared both Demi and Damian when they were about to ask you had disappeared running to the wardrobe designer to come up with a shirt for Damian once it was done you hurried to the judgement days club house to give him his shirt when you get there Finn opens the door and you almost run him over

Finn: “wow there y/n where’s the fire?” He asked while chuckling

Y/n:” oh hey Finn I was just in a rush to see Damian I have a gift for him and I guess I didn’t pay attention to where I was going is he in here”

Finn:”yeah he is,see you around kiddo”

After talking to Finn you go into the clubhouse to find Damian and the rest of the guys lounging around so you walk up to him and sit on his lap and hand him the shirt you designed for him and it says voy a ser papa

which means I am going to be a daddy which has both spelling on the shirt Spanish in the from English in the back

y/n: “do you like it? I figured this would be the best way to announce it but if you don’t you don’t have to wear it”

Damian: “like it, I love it and I would be honored to wear it I am so happy that I get to announce this special announcement and I couldn’t be more excited”

*time skip to after Finn am jd match*

Corey graves: “ what’s this it looks like Damian priest wanting to say something

Damian: “ well first I have to say congratulations to Finn and JD on their win tonight but I have some exciting news of my own”

With that being said he unbuttoned his jacket to reveal his shirt and the crowd goes wild with the new of the future archer of infamy that is on the way

TimeSkip again because I am too lazy to write out the entire 9 months

Doc: ok Y/N one more push and the little one will be here

Y/n: I can’t do this anymore it hurts to much

Damian: you can baby let’s meet our little one

With a final push you hear tiny cries coming from your new baby

Doc: congratulations it is a sweet baby girl

Damian: you did it honey she is so beautiful

He looks at his brand new baby girl with a tear rolling down his cheek as he brings her over to you so you can hold her when he hand her to you get emotional as you say

Y/n: welcome to the world y/f/d/n Martinez

@madhatterbri

[dinsdjrn]

everything i wanted | j. miller | track two

track one | track three | masterlist

bodyguard!joel AU

AU!Joel x singer!f!reader

summary: I'm scared to death I'll scream your name and still there's not a thing I would change. That's okay, but I think about it. rejection never gets any easier, but we all find ways to move on. [w.c: 4.4k]

tags for the series: 18+, minors DNI, angst/fluff/eventual smut, sarah's dead (plot), ellie is alive, parental manipulation/abuse (maternal) (reader is in a classic love bombing abuse cycle please note the mother is not redeemable), depression, drug and alcohol use, sobriety, stalker behaviour from a fan, will update as i go, this ones gonna get dark but it will have the happy feel good too! as always if anything is missing tell me and i will add it!

a/n: i am back from vacation and ready to write the days away. this one is for @tightjeansjavi who keeps me going and reminds me not to quit.

track two - think about it

It always felt weird to record a song that struck a chord close to your heart. You were pulling on the most exhausting day of your life, and it wasn’t even entirely yours anymore. It had been polished and produced into something you recognized, but not something you knew and understood. It was a frustrating, but undeniably, good song. It held some of the grit you craved, whilst keeping the image that was carefully curated for you.

Overall it had been a successful morning in the studio and your complaints were for you to bury alone. When everyone had taken a break to grab a coffee and come back with fresh ideas, you stayed behind to send a small clip to your parents. 

[Audio Message]

Finally a complete song for the deluxe!! Can’t wait for you to hear the rest :) 

Your dad loved the message, all you got back from your mom was a ‘Call me’. 

You sighed making your way out into the hallway where there would be better reception. To no surprise Joel was just outside the door of the studio waiting. 

“I’m just making a call, uh, to my mom,” you said, not entirely sure why you explained it to him. 

“Do you want some privacy?” He asked. 

“Oh, oh no, it won’t be long. Sorry, I just didn’t know-“ you rambled, cut off by your phone buzzing in your hand. You swiped to answer it, now flustered from the most meaningless interaction with Joel.

“Hey Mom, How’d you like the clip?” You asked excitedly. 

You slowly sat down on the floor across the hallway from Joel. 

It was something that could go either way, but you were hopeful your excitement would deter a rude remark. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She spat. 

“What?” Your voice dropped, clearly defeated. 

Joel looked at you perplexed. You just rolled your eyes and sighed. 

“This isn’t a hit for the deluxe! Telling your fans you hate them is no way to make people WANT to listen to you,” She exploded, completely missing the point of the song. 

“Well you’ve just heard a bit, it’s about more than that.”

“It’s not what it’s about, it’s how it’s perceived.” She was condescending. 

“Okay, sorry mom.” Your voice broke.

“Well don’t make me out to be the bad guy, you asked for my opinion. At the end of the day it’s your album and whether you sink or swim is up to you,” Her tone was sharp and quick. It dug into your mind in a way only she knew how to do. 

You weren’t sure why you put up with her anymore, maybe you felt guilty, maybe she is just under a lot of stress, maybe, maybe, maybe…

“No, you’re right,” you sighed wiping tears away, “We’ll work on it.” 

“Love to hear it sweetie. The next one will be it I’m sure!” Her tone changed again, giving you emotional whiplash. 

“I have to go, the studio is going back in.” You lied.

“Go on! Make a hit! I miss you!” She promptly hung up before you could reply. 

As the call disconnected you felt the tears welling in your eyes spill over. Her words didn’t hurt you like they used to, they frustrated you to no end. 

“Fuck,” you whispered. 

You weren’t paying super close attention to your surroundings, but you felt a presence sit next to you on the floor. 

“Hey, hey, it will be okay,” it was Joel talking to you, comforting you. 

“I’m sorry, she is just so fucking frustrating,” you leaned your head back against the wall. 

This was so beyond what you’d ever expect of him, but it was comforting nonetheless. Your heart swelled at the sentiment. You weren’t one to really crush on anyone, but Joel had this gravity to him that pulled you in. 

“You’re okay, she has no idea how amazing it is,” he continued softly.  

“What?” You asked, confused at this new softer side of Joel. 

“The song, it’s great. I know people are going to love it.” He offered a small smile.

“We won’t know until it’s out there,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“Well I know, for a fact, one fourteen year old girl is going to love it,” He continued, “Hell I’ll probably hear it so much I’d pay you to take it off the album for me.” 

You offered a sympathetic laugh for his attempt at a joke. 

“Ellie?” You asked. 

“Yeah, the kid loves you, it didn’t connect until well… we got here.” 

“What made you finally recognize my music?” You asked out of curiosity. 

“The album on the wall, I’m pretty sure we have it on vinyl. And I’m fairly certain that vinyl rarely leaves the record player.” He rolled his eyes, they were softer than normal. 

You weren’t sure if it was out of sympathy for your pathetic display, or fondness for discussing his daughter. Either way you liked this side of Joel, it tugged at your heart. His complexities making your mind wander, you want to see him, really know him. 

“Well, she is welcome here anytime,” you said. 

You placed a hand on his crossed arms, it sent a chill down your arm and spine. Just a touch sent you into a frenzy. Your hand lingered and the silence drew on for just a moment longer than it needed to. Joel cleared his throat and it brought you back. 

“Thanks, uh, yeah thank you,” he turned away from you standing up. 

You had stopped crying and stood up to meet Joel. 

“Thanks, for being there. Well, and boosting my ego,” You smiled making your way to the door behind him. 

“Anytime,” he said with some southern drawl. 

You didn’t spend much more time in the studio that day. Your head wasn’t in it anymore and everyone could tell. You also had drinks with James to get ready for. Once everyone called it an early day you headed home to change and get ready for a night out. He didn’t say anything the entire way home, just like the day before. Joel followed, he kept his distance, staying in the common spaces looking somehow both devastating and intimidating. 

“Joel,” you breathed, dizzy and giddy from the atmosphere and the alcohol in your system. 

When you had agreed to go out, you only committed to one drink. Then one drink turned to four, and pounding back drink after drink made the world fade away. The booth gossip no longer interested you, you took James by the hand and made your way to the dance floor, Joel following suit. 

“We should get you home,” he stated, attempting to shuffle you back to the table. 

“This could be fun, if you let it! We could make the most of a bad situation!” You threw your head back and laughed. 

You brushed your hand against his arm. This was bold and unlike you in all aspects, but you were letting go. Letting go of the past 3 days, letting go of the past 5 years, letting go of every rational thought you’ve ever had. 

“No, you don’t know me. You’re drunk. I’m here to do a job, nothing more, nothing less.” He pulled away from you and forced you back to the table. 

“Joel, you don’t understand. I haven’t felt like this for anyone in a long time and you have to tell me you feel it too.” Your tone growing serious, accusatory.

What he said next sent an arrow straight through your soul. It was sobering and rejection hadn’t hit this hard in a long time. 

“I don’t, there is nothing between us. If you got caught up with me that quickly you’ll get over it twice as fast.”

His words winded you, you were too drunk to read him, but you tried. There was no sense of regret, mistruth, no sense of anything really. He was cold as the moment you met and it was harrowing. You’re sure if you were sober you’d see nothing but a cold, uncaring man. 

You had never felt a pull like this from anyone, and in the short time you’d known one another you desperately wanted to believe he felt it too. That’s all it was though, desperation. The first person in so long that made you believe that they might care about you, even if it was just for a paycheck. In less than three days he had treated you like more of a human than half the people you had met in the last five years. 

“Take me home, now.” You whispered. Unable to look him in the eye.

So he did, like any security detail would, he got you into the car with minimal disruption from paps. Not a word was spoken between you, the silence warped to your despair. Being turned down so blatantly was something you were used to from labels, but never like this. Never with someone you felt such a connection to so quickly. 

In the car your phone buzzed, you thought it was James asking where you went. It came from an unknown number. 

You can leave, but I will always follow…

It was definitely from the same person, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care. This was your secret to keep. You didn’t want to come off as overly dramatic as your mother had previously accused you of doing. So you deleted the message and moved on, it wasn’t like it was a note at your door. 

When you got back to the apartment you made your way to your room without a word, stumbling down the hall. You didn’t want to cry, not for this. You wanted to sleep and hoped that this night would become a hazy memory, bound to your drunkenness like a secret. 

You stared at the bathroom mirror hoping that at the very least you could harness this feeling into capital. The thought made your palms clench and chest tight, you felt like you were suffocating. It sent you into a spiral you hadn’t felt in a long time, the fear of failing, not being good enough overwhelming you. This album was eating you alive and all around you you were surrounded by rejection, from Joel, from your mother, from your label; every direction pulled your head below the water in a new way. 

You hadn’t had a panic attack in years. You reached in the cabinet for your meds, you hadn’t needed them in so long, but as the tension in your chest began to build you felt yourself slowly losing control. 

Gripping the counter you let this feeling fester until it slowly passed. All you were left with was the fading buzz of the drinks in your system becoming a sleepy haze you were sure to regret in the morning. 

The next morning, the night before wasn’t brought up. It was almost unnerving how cold Joel was toward you but somehow he came off as indifferent. You knew any trust or relationship you had built was officially gone. Nothing left but ruins in your wake. 

By noon, he was gone and his relief Will Jones had arrived. Will was an older gentleman who clearly kept up with himself over the years. He was warmer than Joel and would make conversation the same way you’d make it with your dad. You knew you’d get along fine, but he also wasn’t Joel. 

You weren’t too keen on conversation, somewhere between the dull ache in your chest and your hangover you’d forgotten

your kindness. So Jones gave you your space and you worked on your music. 

And that’s how it went… for three weeks you’d rotate between Joel and Will. Not saying much to either of them. Wake up, go to the studio, get nothing done, go out and forget your frustrations, and repeat. Three weeks of failure in the day forgotten with a bender in the night. 

Texts would come through, always from a different number. Always along the lines of missing you and loving you, never threatening you. You never thought much of them and always kept them to yourself deleting them soon after they came in. 

You were falling apart and didn’t think anyone was going to notice. No one ever had before and there wasn’t anyone close enough to you to care. 

You felt stuck creatively, nothing you were making was impressing producers enough. You felt stuck personally, forever between a rock and a hard place. Your mother berating you for coming up with nothing, receiving a cold shoulder from Joel who you had only grown more fond of, feeling so isolated and alone even though this is what you’ve always dreamed of. You should be grateful for everything you have, but it came at the expense of your soul. 

It had been a particularly bad night for you, Will was with you tonight and you had gotten particularly clobbered. It was messy and no one was brave enough to stop you. You felt the eyes and phones on you and it was the moment you knew this was going to be a mess your team would have to clean up. Your carefully curated image of a humble small town artist was being thrown out the window. Just one night where the eyes at the bar looked a little too closely, they found out a little too much about you. It would all come crashing down in just a few short hours. 

“Get me out of here,” You said to Will, pulling on his sleeve like a toddler.

“Let’s go,” He quickly shuffled you out of the bar and to a car that was waiting outside.

The paparazzi were insane this time around and you had never felt so scared. The word must’ve already been out where you were and everyone wanted the shot that would destroy your image. It was worth so much more than a photo of you leaving the studio, or on a pre planned date with another emerging artist. 

The flashes made you nauseous and the banging on the windows and shouting from outside the vehicle had installed a new type of fear and anxiety within you. You clenched your fists and loved your eyes solely focusing on your breathing and heart rate. It was hard to focus in with all the noise around you and you knew that if their cameras got the shot it was going to be messy but you had to calm down. 

Eventually your car had made it through the mob of people and back to your apartment. You needed to collapse in bed, just sleep and forget everything. As soon as you came through the door you made your way to bed, fully clothed, make-up on, and began scrolling through twitter. Of course there were photos of you from tonight that had begun circling. TMZ was already spinning a story about how you had flown off the handle, with a full segment to come in the morning. Daily Mail had jumped on an article too in the forty minutes it took you to get home. 

Just like that it had all come crashing down so fast. Maybe it was the attention you had wanted, maybe not. Something about having your image fall apart and the world watching you come undone was cathartic and yet you didn’t feel any better. You knew you were making a mess for someone else to clean up. You were still buzzed beyond your capacity to form a coherent thought about the repercussions you would face. You knew what was to come and yet, in your state, couldn’t bring yourself to care. So in the most pathetic attempt to make the pain go away, you fell asleep.

Someone had woken you up the next morning, it didn’t feel like you had slept for very long. It could also be that you had slept a long time, you were just hungover. You rubbed your eyes which had felt extremely dry, and when you looked at your hands the black smears of mascara reminded you of the night before. You had fallen asleep without even making an attempt at getting ready for bed. You had never felt so disgusting, you’re sure you were a pitiful sight. 

“What time is it?” You croaked. 

“It’s nine in the morning.” A voice you hadn’t expected said. 

“Mom?” You questioned fully opening your eyes and looking at where the voice had come from. 

There she was in the flesh. She looked as if she had just walked off the page of a magazine, not a single piece out of place. 

“What are you doing here?” You sat up and questioned. Your head was pounding and you struggled to put the pieces of why she would show up unannounced together. 

“I flew out as soon as I saw what was going on on twitter,” She started, “And I’m glad I did. This was the first thing I saw when I landed this morning.” 

She stood and stalked toward you dropping a tabloid paper on the end of your bed. 

There you were in all your drunken glory, right on the front page, trying to escape the bar the night before. You flip to the article which basically called you out for cracking under the pressure of fame. Maybe they were right, you had reached your tipping point of rejection. 

You couldn’t stop what came next, but everything just came crashing down. And as if you were a kid again your mom came to your side and wrapped herself around you. 

She whispered that it would be okay, and how proud she was of you and for a moment you believed her. It didn’t matter what her motives were, whether or not she just wanted you back in the studio. It was nice to feel like someone cared, you’d been so surrounded by ghosts who didn’t give a shit about you to sit and be held and be told your love was enough to forgive her all over again. These were the tender moments you clung to for dear life. Without them there would be no one left to care about you, and you would fade away.

“Come on, let’s get you ready to go,” she said when you had started to calm down. 

There it was, she wanted you back into the studio to capitalize on this. For the moment you could forget about that though, because at least she was here, at least she cared. 

Within the hour you had made it to the studio and started tweaking some of the songs you had worked on before. Your mom had made herself brief and was on the next flight back to New York. Her work was done and you had been put on a strict studio to home lockdown by your team. It was for the best. 

The morning in the studio had been weird, Will and Joel were supposed to switch off today and as the day grew later you wondered if Joel had finally thrown in the towel. Just as your mind got away from you  he came in flustered with a kid in tow. 

“Thanks for covering for me man,” He said to Will.

He turned to you and looked apologetic, “Is it okay if Ellie sticks around today? She got into trouble at school and my brother was already at work, no one was available to watch the kid this short notice?” 

“Oh yeah, of course!” You smiled and said a little too cheer-y.

Joel looked at you for a second longer than comfortable and his eyes grew softer. He was reading you like a book. You’re sure you didn’t look great but no one had made a note of how miserable you looked. 

“Thanks,” he stepped toward you. 

“You alright?” He spoke softly, looking directly at you. 

You melted away at his concern, you felt like you were the only person in the world. His features grew soft just for you and all the feelings you tried so hard to get rid of had pushed their way to the surface again. 

“Yeah, I will be,” And just for a second you believed it. 

Your focus came back to the room and the young girl shifted behind Joel. 

“Hi! Ellie, so nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard so much about you!” you stood and made your way to her. 

Ellie then smiled so big and beamed your way. You pulled her into a hug and she reciprocated. When you pulled away you could tell she was just buzzing. 

“I’m such a huge fan,” She said. 

“So I’ve heard. I hear you’re also quite the guitar player?” You looked at Joel who was smiling fondly at the interaction between the two of you. 

“I’m alright,” She said shyly. 

“Well, I have a song I need some help with so let’s see what you’ve got?” 

You and Ellie took a seat on the couch, you were excited to introduce someone to this world. You always felt like the one who knew the least but you could see the light and excitement in her eyes. 

“So I usually try to tell a story, pull from hardships in my life,” you explained. 

“Oh,” Ellie said and shifted a bit uncomfortable. 

“You don’t have to though? Is there anything you feel you want to get out in the world?” You asked. 

“Well,” Ellie hesitated, “I guess there is one thing, that’s kinda bugging me.” 

“Okay?” you pressed. 

“See, there’s this, uh, girl. She isn’t out yet but we were together for a bit.. and uh, well she ended things but I still have feelings for her.” Ellie’s demeanor changed and became disheartened. 

“Wait, I actually think I have something you might be able to help me finish,” you said frantically digging in your bag for your notebook. 

And that’s how it started. You and Ellie spent the day writing a melancholy love song together. Little did she know the piece you had written was for her father. 

The song spoke of the one person who could derail your whole life if they wanted and you had so much fun writing and recording with Ellie. She even helped with the harmonies and the production. It was a great song and throughout the whole process you and Joel shared knowing looks with one another. For a moment there was a sense of understanding and forgiveness between you.

You wanted to grip onto this moment and never let it go. Forget all the scandal, the fear, the things that got you into this position and just hold onto the feeling of understanding between you, Ellie and Joel. 

All good things must come to an end though, as Ellie left with her uncle so did the warmth that Joel carried. You felt as if you were back at square one and there was nothing you could do about it. 

The drive home was quiet and uncomfortable as it had been the night he turned you down, but you couldn’t figure out why. 

When you returned to the apartment it was so quiet. You and Joel hadn’t spoken much in the last three weeks but this silence was deafening. There was so much you both wanted to say but neither of you could find the words. 

“Goodnight, Joel,” You said quietly, getting ready to take your leave. 

“Y’know I saw the pictures from last night?” He said and you were taken aback. 

“I’m sorry?” You tensed, not needing a reminder of your downfall. 

“I saw them all, you dancing with those random guys. Shit faced beyond yourself. I couldn’t help but blame myself,” He looked at his feet. 

“Joel it’s not your-“

“I lied to you,” he cut you off.

“Oh?” 

“Three weeks ago, I lied to you and told you I didn’t feel anything. I don’t know if you were being truthful or if you were just drunk, but I felt that connection too.” He admitted.

You were left speechless. 

“I lied because I have a job to do, and I have to keep you safe. I couldn’t risk that for what I thought was just a fleeting moment of attraction. Seeing you last night though? That nearly killed me. I wanted to rip their damn heads off, the men, the paps, all of them.”

He sighed and continued, “I care about you, I care about the way you feel. I want to know you, I want you to care about me and that’s fucking terrifying.” 

“Joel,” you said barely above a whisper, not sure what to believe. 

You hadn’t realized it but he had made his way to you, and once you noticed his presence was suffocating. 

“I want to keep you safe. After seeing you with Ellie today I don’t want to wonder what could have been. I need to know.” He looked right at you, moving a piece of hair away from your face. Gently cupping your cheek. 

“Joel, I’m a mess.” You turned away from him. “The whole reason you’re here is fucked up, and I clearly am not one to handle things well. I’m so fucking scared and I-“ 

Before you could continue his lips found yours and you were pulled into an all encapsulating kiss. The way his lips moved against yours was like a man starved. It was delicate but desperate all the same. You sighed against him and he wrapped his hand around your waist gripping you close. It said everything you couldn’t say to one another. Nothing had ever felt more right and for the first time in so long you had felt safe, like everything was going to be ok. 

When you finally pulled apart his hand lingered on your waist and you knew there would be so much to discuss in the days to come. Now was not the time though, the what ifs, and logistics could come later. For now you were wrapped in the bliss of the truth, the safety of your apartment, and the idea that this moment was just for you. 

“Goodnight, Joel,” you smiled, and kissed him on the cheek. 

“Goodnight, darlin’,” he said and released his hands from your waist. 

You were on cloud nine as you got ready for bed, tired from the emotions of the day and still nursing a wicked hangover. 

Just as you were getting ready for bed another text from an unknown number came through. Your heart stopped and elation came crashing down. 

How could you? 

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[olath124]

Wednesday WIP whenever

Thank you @ouroboros-hideout for the tag!

Art

I'm still working on the last part of the Kvio over the years… still missing 2077 and 2078, but I’ve to admit that I am steering toward other stuff!

Like this little doodling of young Kvio, I’m coloring!

Writing

Still going on with my fiction! This is where I am at (still unedited, so there’ll be a bunch of mistakes!)

“Don’t call me by my name.” she watches him in cold anger, then shakes her head. “Sorry.” She covers her eyes with her hands, “I’m sorry. Of course, you can. You can call me by my name… It’s just that…” She can feel his arms wrapping her in a tight hug.

“You hoped it was over.” She nods. “Well, it isn’t over. But you’ve got six months. After what you’ve done in one, what will you accomplish in six whole fucking months?”

She nods laying her head on his shoulder, then quickly raises it to watch him.

“But I’ll be alone! You won’t be here anymore!”

“Oh, come on Violet, you won’t be alone!” He chuckles “You’ll have your Viktor, and Misty, and Mama Welles, and Judy, Panam, your fucking fuckboy and his whole fucking circus…”

“But you’ll be gone.” He takes her by the hand, slowly walking with her to the well Alt pointed them to.

To her own life.

“I will.” he raises his shoulder. “But wasn’t I already dead anyway?”

They sit, together, on the edge of the well.

“I will find a way to get you back. You’ll be here, somewhere.” She tightens his hands on the edge “I will get you back.”

“Or no.” He snaps his fingers in front of her “Or maybe you’ll figure out how to survive and then you’ll live a happy, normal fucking life. Not everyone has to go out in a fucking explosion.” She frowns her eyebrows observing him.

“Or do what you want! I’ve never had a choice with you anyway!” She laughs, then watches the void in front of her.

“Don’t wanna go.” She whispers, turning to him with a half-assed smile.

“Me neither. Just…” he turns to watch her “Do me a favor…Scare the shit out of him when you get back…” She laughs, then gets closer to him, watching him in the eyes. He lays his forehead against hers, smiling:

“So, goodbye, Violet.”

“Goodbye, Johnny.” He leans forward to kiss her softly on the lips. “We’ll meet again.” She whispers and, pushed by him, jumps down, into the depths of the well.

Virtual photography

Yeah, I’ve just managed to make my first pose! The process so far is: me chilling on Blender (I've made a course on it, so it's not that terrible). Me crying on Wolvenkit. Crying a bit on any single file. Crying in the game because something doesn't work as it's supposed to. Rinse and repeat. Oh, of course, the vibe of my poses is... ✨kinkydrama✨ as you can see in the next pic.

That's all for now! Thank you again @ouroboros-hideout for the tag! It's always fun!

Tagging: @blackrevell @cybervesna @dustymagpie @cyberholic77 @theviridianbunny @aggravateddurian @wanderingaldecaldo and whoever wants to do it!

[fancyfeathers]

Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)

Chapter Five

The Truth Comes Out

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

You awoke the next day in Miss Jane Austen’s luxury apartment, you felt like you just had the best sleep of your life and you dreaded going back to your cramped apartment and that pile of bricks you call a bed. You sat up in bed with a long yawn before turning you head and looking to the table and chair that sat beside the window and you saw a whole breakfast spread, eggs, fried tomato, fried mushrooms, toast, bacon, strawberries, yogurt, apples, blueberries, oranges, and so on. You stood up and walked over to it and saw a note from Miss Jane. 

Please excuse my absence this morning, I have a meeting to tend to. Victor will be here at 8:30 to escort you to the Armed Detective Agency. I would advise you to be on your guard, I would be lying if I said I trusted them, because I don’t trust them as far as I can throw them which is not far at all. Do not give them information besides what you need to and even be careful what you share then.  I have Gaston looking into something specifically, he may not seem it but Gaston is highly intelligent, if anyone is able to solve this certain mystery I sent him on, it’s him. Speaking of mysteries, I have one to share with you tonight.

Your host,

Jane Austen

Some points in the letter made you question some things but you didn’t have time to wonder to much on things, it was 7:50 now so you had little over a half an hour to eat and get ready. You quickly scarfed down a few things set aside for you on the table, a few strawberries, eggs, and tomatoes. You quickly ran off to shower and change and by the time you were dressed you heard a knock on the bedroom door, it was Joan the maid. 

“Miss (Name), Mr. Hugo is here to escort you to the Armed Detective Agency.”

“Yes one moment, I need to grab my purse.” You said making your way out of the bathroom and into the bedroom proper, you grabbed the purse next your bed and headed out into the hallway and into the front entry where Victor stood along side Joan who held your coat. Victor looked shaken up to a degree, like he didn’t sleep well the night prior. As you took your jacket and slipped it on you asked. “How did your meeting go last night, Victor?”

“Huh?” Victor jumped at you question, almost as if he was scared of it, but then he quickly calmed himself down with deep breaths before answering. “F-fine, it went fine… perfectly fine.” 

You raised an eyebrow but decided not to press any further. You two began the walk to the Armed Detective Agency in silence. Victor’s head facing up to the sky, seeming to be watching the clouds as you two walk. Then he quietly speaks, almost meekly. “I know you aren’t well off on money to hire private detectives. I’ll pay for it.” You glanced at him in pure shock as soon as he said this and you were about to speak up but he cut you off. “No buts, I am paying. It won’t even make a dent in my bank account, don’t worry, and please don’t pay me back.”

“I-I… thank you Victor… I may not be able to pay you back in cash but is there something else I can do to pay you back?” 

He thought about it for a long second before looking back down at you and smiling. “Don’t give up, no matter what happens.” He reaches over to your hand and intertwines his with your own as the two of you walk and his voice is tender and soft, not meek anymore. “Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.”

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Meanwhile on the other end of Yokohama two women stand on a private airport, in a small parking lot not too far off from the runways and a plane that had just landed, two cars behind them, each with a private chauffeur. One of the woman is a familiar sight, Miss Jane Austen, only now she is dressed in more outdoor clothing, still fitting for the Regency period, only now it was a green dress with frills on the skirt and she wore it with a matching shell and white hat with a green ribbon. Next to her was an unfamiliar woman with black hair tightly pulled back in a bun and silver glasses that rested on her nose, she herself wore more simple clothes but they still had a formality about them, a long black skirt that went to the knees, a tight vest, a white button up, and a green tie. The two woman stood there waiting before the unfamiliar woman spoke up. “Jane, are you sure about all this. Making this big of a move may upset Fitzgerald.”

Jane sighed and shook her head. “That man will be upset at me no matter what I do, as long as it’s away from him he’ll always be upset. Besides I know Francis and he doesn’t give his word lightly, he is going to do something,” Jane adjusted herself slightly to stand up taller, but she never broke her gaze from straight ahead, right at the door of the plane. “This will simply make sure Francis knows this isn’t some little game I’m playing to get his attention and that I’m serious about what I do. Trust me, Robbie.”

“Fine Jane, just don’t call me that around the others when they get here.” Robbie glanced down at the shorter woman as she said this to Jane. Jane had a large smile on her face and nudged Robbie with her elbow.

“Why not? We’re friends after all, and it’s just like when we were little girls back in England.” Jane giggled, covering her mouth with her gloved hand.

“It’s alright when we’re alone, but please just call me Dr. Stevenson in front of the others.” 

“Alright, Dr. Stevenson .” Jane’s tone was teasing and full of giggles that only made the doctor smile and roll her eyes. At that same time the airplane door opened as soon at the ramp down was placed in front of it by the ground crew. Out stepped in a line four people, three men and a woman.

“Oh Lady Austen, how wonderful tis to see you again and in good health.” It was a young man who called out, brown hair, golden glasses, covered in freckles and a blue jacket that went down to his knees. He was an energetic young man, this voice full of life.

“Mr. Shakespeare, I see you are full of energy perusal.” Jane said as they reached the solid ground. Jane looked to the woman in the arriving ground and gave a curtsy and smile. “Baroness Orczy, you look as beautiful as ever.”

Emma Orczy was a stunning woman, she wore a long scarlet dress that went down to her feet and it was covered in frills and flowering details,on her head was a white hat with a red bow on the back. She gave Miss Jane a nod but not showing much emotion. “Lady Jane, it is nice to work with you once more.”

The Doctor was approached by the two young men, a blond dressed simply in a white button up, black pants, and a red ribbon tied around his collar. Along him stood a brunette with his hair of slicked back and dressed up with a red scarf, and red ruby earrings. The doctor smiled at the two of them. “Mr. Ibsen, Mr. Carroll. Thank you for coming all this way on such notice.” 

The blond, Henrik Ibsen only nodded, not speaking a work. The brunette, Lewis Carroll reached out and shook the doctor’s hand with much enthusiasm. “It was no problem what so ever, doc. This is a good opportunity to test a few ideas I have brewing in my head.” Lewis giggled at that, almost madly and that sent shivers down the doctor’s spine.

“I-I see, that’s well and good, I-I suppose.” The doctor wasn’t a nervous woman but Lewis wasn’t the most sane and that was painfully obvious and his ability wasn’t a pleasant thing to witness. At that Miss Jane clapped her hands together and everyone fell silent and looked at the lady.

“Alright, Lewis and Henrik, you are going to go to base with the doctor and get settled. William and Emma you are to come with me, I have a package to deliver and could need some muscle.” Jane spoke, her smile never fading then… when she spoke again, it did, leaving her face with a more serious expression than anyone here has seen her with. “This is war, and we must not forget that. We must’n be toppled by the enemy, we must stand with our feet firmly in the ground and push back.”

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You and Victor arrived at the agency and you were let in by a young girl in a school uniform, odd. You pushed that thought aside as you were sat down at a couch and soon an older man dressed in traditional clothes sat across you along with a younger man with black hair, and the man from the cafe, Dazai was it? Victor’s hand reminded wrapped around your own and the older man speaks not much emotion coming through with his voice. “How may we help you two today?”

“Um… well last night my apartment was broken into last night and earlier that day I had a minor run in with the Port Mafia where I work at, a flower shop. One of them bought roses from there and I think the person who broke into my apartment framed it to look like the mafia.” You paused and thought on your words, not confident to look anyone in the eyes. “My friend, Gaston, said I should come here… I don’t know what to do.”

The older man pressed his lips together as he thought before speaking after a long moment of silence. “I’m afraid we cannot do anything to help you at the present moment, if it was a harmless situation. Young lady, you are probably over thinking things.” Then he turned to Victor. “And you, are you responsible for her, is she yours?”

A shocked expression came across Victor’s face that soon turned into one of anger. “No, she’s my friend. A break in sir, that isn’t harmless. To hell with what is acceptable now day, that behavior shouldn’t be excus-“

“Young man, please watch your-“

“Tone?” Victor cut him off with a mocking voice and she should his head. “No I don’t think I will. I don’t know what I expected from this place, just thought you would be better. You disgust me, excusing behavior like this.”

“Victor, calm down please.” You squeezed Victor’s hand, trying to calm down the usual timid man. He sighed and squeezed back. You looked at the three detectives and gave an apologetic smile. “We’ll be taking our leave now, I apologize for my friend’s behavior.”

“I’m not sorry though, (Name).” Victor muttered as the two of you stood up. You lead him out with his hand still connected to yours. “Gaston will figure this mess out, I don’t know why we came here in the first place.”

Now with the two of you gone it left the three detectives alone. Dazai’s eyes were still on the door, narrowed as he spoke. “Something isn’t right with that girl. It’s the second time I have seen her with foreigners, specifically from Europe.”

The older man looked at Dazai with the same stern expression. “Do you think she is connected to The Guild?”

“Not quite, but I believe this conflict has much more players involved than we thought.” He hummed as he thought for a moment before speaking up again. “Rampo, can you look into European organizations, societies, groups, so on. Or even just the name, Gaston Leroux… something is off here.”

The detective nodded. “I am already aware that’s a European composer, never listened to his music, but I believe he is quite well know in France specifically.”

“Yes he is, and something tells me he’s much more than just his music.”

“Dazai, do you think he is an ability user?” The older name asked, a slight curiosity showing in his voice.

“Think? No, I know he has an ability.”

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Miss Jane sat in the back of the car, Emma and William sitting across from her. Jane stared out the window, a blank expression on her face. They sat in silence for most of the drive, William reading a novel that be found in an archive in Verona, Emma touching up her nails. Then Emma broke the silence. “Permission to ask a question, Miss Austen?”

“Yes, Baroness.”

“What exactly happened between you and Fitzgerald?”

Jane didn’t turn head to look at Emma, she just hummed and thought for a long moment before turning to look at Jane, a blank expression on her face. “He’s stuck in the past, wanting the life we once had, but nothing can bring back the dead.”

William looked around the car and took a breath in. “What's gone, and what's past help, should be past grief.”

Emma looked at William with a confused expression. “What are you on about now, poet?”

William smiled and closed his eyes with an almost sleepy expression. “Oh nothing that your noble mind would understand. And also, I’m a thespian, not a poet.”

“Just shut up.” Emma rolled her eyes and smirked, resting her gloved hand against her cheek. “I can’t believe I married you.”

“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand that I might touch that cheek!” William smiles, opening his eyes to stare at his wife. “But my rose, we not legally married for the world would not allow our love. We are together only in our hearts, for even god has turned his face from us.”

“One day that will change my friends.” Jane said, looking out the window once more. “I promise it.” Then the car stopped and Jane smiled and turn to her two companions. “Seems like we have arrived to the drop off.”

There was a flash of light and sounds of screams and blood and then silence, but everyone in the car were perfectly calm. Then the driver stepped out and walked around to open the door for the passengers. “M’lady seems like things are a tad rough, are you sure?”

Jane smiled and waved him off. “It’s alright, my good sir. I will be quite alright.” She glanced over at William and Emma and waved to the two of them. “Come along now, no time like the present.”

The three stepped out, a park, but in the center of the park plaza were bodies laying unconscious, members of the Armed Detective Agency, the Port Mafia. Then in front of the unconscious bodies were a group people, walking off away from the bodies. Jane began walking toward them and called out, interrupting their conversation. “Please wait a moment.”

The six of them turned to look at the three society members. If looks could kill, the annoyed look from the southern belle woman and preacher would have murdered the three of them. The red haired man of the group, who was showing too much skin in Jane’s opinion, sighed. “So much for an easy job, looks like we left three of ‘em.”

Jane giggled and shook her head. “No, no, not at all, I’m not with the Armed Detective Agency of the Port Mafia. I have a letter to give to you all, well Fitzgerald specifically.” Jane reached into her hand bag and pulled out an envelope, and handed it off to the preacher fellow who looked it over without opening it.

“And who might you be?” The preacher said, his voice sharp. “And why should I give this to him?”

“Oh well… call me the one who got away. Trust me when I say, Fitzgerald will be wanting to reach it, call it… a declaration.” This sudden statement made the southern belle’s eye twitch and it seemed like she was ready to explode.

“Why you little! I should just turn you into ashes for that.” As she spoke a golden glow began to circle the three of them but before anything happened the blond man with the overalls, who you know as John, grabbed her hand, a panicked expression on his face. “Why did you stop me? They are poking around in places they shouldn’t.”

“Margaret! She’s the woman in the portrait that the boss keeps!” John turns to face Jane. “You’re his wife, Zeld-“

“ That is not my name anymore! ” Jane shouted out at the young man. Her face turned into a scowl, an expression of pure anger, not normal for the beautiful woman. “ My name is Jane Austen, you will do well to remember that. For I do not belong to Francis and I never will! ”

“You do not get to speak such words!” The southern belle raised her hand, raising it down to attempt to strike Jane across the face. Jane snapped her fingers and Emma took out a dagger and cut her own arm with it, from the blood emerged a red fog that engulfed the Guild members. They coughed and wheeze, but by the time the fogged cleared, Jane, Emma, and William were gone, the car t hat brought the three of them as well. The Guild members looked around in confusion but there were no society members in sight. They all looked down at the simple envelope that was given to them. 

The preacher turned the envelope over in his hands, but still not opening it. “It seems we have met Mrs. Fitzgerald.”

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After that meeting with the agency you were escorted to work by Victor before he ran off to tend to something, Ms. Haruka was there today. She was in the back while you were busy pruning the plants. You hummed along with a song that played on the radio while you works, it was a catchy song that played almost everyday with how popular it was.

“M’lady, good to see you again.” You heard a voice call out behind you and turned to see the blond farmer boy from a few days ago, John, you think. He coughs as he walks over to you, almost like he had just been walking through smoke. “Thought I would stop by and pick up something, more seeds and what not.”

“Oh sure, I think we have some more on the shelves.” You said smiling at him, then he started to cough again which made you worry. “Are you alright John, I can get you some water if you need it.”

“No, no, don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine, I just had a run in with some interesting folks. My boss’s wife actually.” He said waving your worry off. “Zelda Fitzgerald I think.” Your eyes widened, Fitzgerald? As in the the leader of the Guild?

“Fitzgerald? Wait does that mean you work for-“

“The Guild? I do, it’s not the most ideal work but it pays well.” John cuts you off, answering your question before you could finish it. “Anyway, I feel pretty bad for her she has these delusions that she isn’t his wife anymore, even calls herself a different name and everything. I’m trying to remember what it was…” he thinks for a moment before snapping his fingers as he remembers. “Jane Austen, that’s it.”

Your stomach sank in shock, they person your staying with was the wife of the leader of The Guild. You swallowed down the gasp you were about to let out  and smile, keeping your shaking hands folded against the other. “Well that’s just  silly isn’t it? Well anyway we do have some seeds restocked in the shop proper.”

“Silly, yes that’s right.” You couldn’t stop your hands from shaking and this didn’t go unnoticed by John, his eyes went from yours down to you hands and then back up you your eyes. “Do you mind showing me where the seeds are, I can’t quite remember?”

You nodded and turned to lead John into the shop, but as you did he grabbed onto your wrist and leaned over to your ear and whispered. “Your hands are shaking. You’re hiding something and I know it, trust me the truth always comes out.” You gasped and spun around and John released your hand and looked at you like nothing was wrong. “The seeds?”

“Y-yes, follow me.”

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At closing, Ms. Haruka walked you to the Europeans’ apartment building and you rushed upstairs to Miss Jane’s apartment. You slammed open the door, ignoring Joan as she tried to take your coat. You rushed into the living room and saw Jane, Gaston, Victor, along with (while you didn’t know them yet), Alexandre, Dr. Stevenson, William, Emma, Henrik, and Lewis, all sitting down on the couches or standing nearby. Miss Jane stood up from her chair and walked over to you. “Miss (Name), is there something wrong.”

“T-the Guild, John, he showed up at my work.” You breathed out. “I think he knows I know you. You’re Fitzgerald’s darling, aren’t you?”

A gasp was heard all around the room and everyone stood in stunned silence. Miss Jane sighed and nodded. “I was once, yes. But that was a lifetime ago, and sometimes the past is best left forgotten and dead. I am no longer Zelda Fitzgerald.” She took your hand in her gloved hand and gave it a soft squeeze. “My name is Jane Austen, leader and founder of the Society of Protection and I think it’s about time you were told the truth to the mystery of why we are here in Yokohama.”

[somethingweird168]

The Vampire and the Serial Killer Chapter 2

Chapter 2

(Y/N)’s POV

As I follow Dexter up to his apartment, I get the feeling that I am being watched and the feeling doesn’t subside until we get completely into his apartment and then I get another feeling. That feeling is hunger, I can smell the blood in this apartment and can almost pinpoint it to the air conditioning unit that is in the living room. With it being on the scent is stronger. I need to leave as I haven’t fed since yesterday evening. I am so desperate that I will need to hunt tonight instead of going through the trouble of finding a hospital employee that I can compel to steal blood for me. The smell is so overwhelming that my eyes change color and veins underneath come out, I have to turn away before he can see it. I quickly tell him that I have to leave and will be back later. As I leave, I can’t help but wonder why he has blood hidden in his AC unit and why there is so many different peoples. I know he isn’t a vamp, so why else would he have blood. Surely he doesn’t bring his work home with him. Looks like I am going to be investigating more than this baby vamp in Miami.

Dexter’s POV

As soon as we walk into my apartment she looks directly at my AC unit where I keep my souvenirs. It’s like she knows what is behind there. It almost looks like she is starving by the way she’s looking at it, the way her eyes changed was strange. She quickly turned around and started deep breathing like she needed to calm down. This woman has just become even more interesting. Does she know that I keep blood there? I show her where she will be staying and she tells me that she will be back later in the night. Where is she going? Where could she be going? What secrets is she hiding? I need to make sure she doesn’t know my secret.

(Y/N)’s POV

As I stalk the streets of Miami for a quick meal, I think of how much I hate doing this anymore. I do miss the chase but I have been trying to change from my old ways. Too bad I can’t just magic some blood and I am not degrading myself by drinking animal blood, plus who knows what these animals have been eating, the same going for the humans too. Going into a local club, I start my game of cat and mouse. I lock eyes with this man who seems too interested in the girl who is too drunk to even walk anymore. That is my target, he will not be taking advantage of anyone but he will learn a lesson that he wills never forget and he won’t be able to tell anyone. I will make sure he will never prey on girls again.

As I walk up to the bar to order a drink, I act really drunk to catch his attention. As the bartender makes my drink, he locks eyes with me and I know that I have him. I sit at the bar waiting for him to walk over and he does. I finish my drink and he offers to buy me a new one. We introduce ourselves, I could careless about what his name is, I’m just starving. After a while, I tell him that I am going home and walk away. I can feel him following me. As I walk outside, I find the longest and darkest alley to go down. That’s when he says, “A girl in your condition shouldn’t be going down dark alleys alone, who know what might happen to you.” I start acting scared as if he can hurt me the closer he gets. When we are almost nose to nose and he thinks he has me backed into the wall, that is when I make my move. I shove him into the other side of the alley and push him against the wall and hold him to where he can’t even touch the ground. I hear his heart rate speed up and the terror on his face excites me. That is when I bite into the flesh of his neck, I drink just enough to make him weak. That is when I compel him by saying, “You thought you could take advantage of drunk girls, well not anymore. After tonight, you will never even think about touching another girl. After tonight, you will live your life in solitude because every time you think about women you will think of me and the feeling you are feeling right now. That terror will follow you with every step out of your house and every thought of women. You will forget what happened tonight until you think of women, but you will not be able to tell anyone of what happened. You will tell anyone who asks what happened to your neck that an animal attacked you on your way home. Now run.”

As he runs off, I feel satiated. That is when I feel like someone is watching me again, but the eyes feel familiar. That is when I smell him, Dexter.

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[czaneavecg]

Poor Unfortunate souls

What am I doing with my life, I could no longer wait for another day, I just need to get these two out of my system. Such lovely written characters by @journey-to-the-au, I finished this by 1 am so do please forgive me- ANYWAYS ---

Short one-shot about such sweet babies: Lady Miss Morning and her Son that has to suffer because of Macaque, why must fate be so cruel?

“Mother, what are you doing out here?” Dandelion’s soft voice can be heard in the silence covered forest, the pale  monkey yawned as he further approached her. Dandelion frowned at the sight of his beloved mother as she sat on a lonely hill, waiting for… someone.  Someone that he’s sure that’s never to return, truthfully at this point he wishes he was wrong.

Dandelion forced a smile while he began to walk towards her, still sleepy. “Let us return home,” He noticed his loving mother stare into the distance, her mind seem lost. He sat next to her, making the lonely monkey jump. “Goodness, dear. I did not notice you…” Her voice was tired, and she was too. The moon’s silver rays covered them while the two sat in silence.

He knows exactly why she’s here and bit back an urge to bad mouth the six eared macaque, he already tried reasoning with her before but that never really worked. That negative attitude is not needed here, especially not now. Maybe this time he’d be able to help her. Morning’s son stared at her and got a good glance of her face, Dandelion grimaced at the sight and how much such distress can affect his poor mother; The golden monkey has lost her rays,

The eyes of the sun carry a sorrowful gaze.

Waiting for someone who’s long lost in the void

Is what her pitiful heart cannot avoid.

How the pain in her heart could be truly lifted?

When whom she fell in love by someone so gifted.

Morning took a deep breath “Oh Dandelion,” her voice was cold, a complete contrast to how she normally speaks, “I just don’t get it…” She began to speak; The other closed his eyes, mentally preparing himself for another talk. Every day, Morning would sit at the very hill where she and Macaque last felt each other’s presence, before he… vanished.  

He waited for her to continue but no words seemed to come out of her mouth anymore, and all he heard was a heavy sigh. The hopeful monkey never wanted to give up, she knows that hies still alive, she wanted to believe and so she does. Up until many years later.  Most of the troop clearly pities her, but none of such judgments could ever break her spirit, and she won’t let it, as long as she could bear it. Even if it means hurting herself in the process.

Dandelion observes her with such tired eyes; he noticed she held a flower, his beloved mother held to it for dear life, not wanting to let go. Such a sorrowful Bellwort.

‘Oh mother, why must you be like this?’

The two sat in silence for a moment until she spoke once again staring into the distance. “I do wish he’s here, you two would’ve gotten along very well…” A bitter chuckle escaped Dandelion ‘But unfortunately he isn’t’  “I hope so” he replied. Morning glanced at him laughing softly, “He isn’t all that bad, don’t listen to the others.” She said playfully, most of the other monkeys only told Dandelion how much of a bad father the six eared macaque is, but she could never allow such negativity affect her child’s mind towards him.

She recalled another memory. Sighing deeply she spoke “You know, this made me remember that one time; this was when your father and I were just staring to court…” Her eyes drifted at the ground, Morning continued “And I was picking up flowers nearby, and when a snake tried to slither towards me... and you know how much I don’t like such creatures.” Dandelion nodded ‘Then how could you have gotten along with him?’’

“Honestly I was so scared, I - I just don’t understand how such creatures could easily kill, just like that…” She paused, “I really thought I was going to be its next victim. I didn’t want to die” The word made Dandelion’s heart run cold. Morning spoke the lasts phrases in a singing way “But in a fortunate state, I was saved by your father.” Dandelion stared at her, Morning’s tone lighten up “It it wasn’t for him, I may or may not be here anymore. Granted, we weren’t sure if it was able to kill but, my point it-- that’s how I know he has a good heart, Dandelion. You needn't have to believe every word they say” Morning giggled the sound of her laughter bittersweet.

He could only give her a smile. He spoke softly turning away from his mother "Aha...guess he isn't that much of a..." Dandelion's face turned bitter, suddenly remembering the fact that HE, despite having such a good heart. Left. "Then why..?" His statement made Morning frown, she knows what he meant.

She’s been asking herself the same thing for years.

Morning stared at him, seeing the pain from his eyes. "Oh my sweet child," The golden monkey raised a hand to held his face, slowly guiding it to face her. The two stared for a moment until the loving mother spoke "I understand you hate your father for that, but-" "Oh, so you noticed" Morning flinched a bit at his statement making her gloom once more, Dandelion noticed it and apologized softly. "W-Why wouldn't I? I mean, look at you" her child spoke, his voice sounding desperate. "I understand you love him, mother but, please." He held her hand tightly "Just, look at yourself!" Dandelion winced at his own words. It came out a bit harsher than intended. "You barely take care of yourself." Dandelion continued as Morning listened, her heart aching oh so slightly. “You look after for him every single day and night. To the point where’d you’d forget about yourself!” It feels as if he's at the verge of tears. Morning was rather speechless, she's never heard of her own child speak to her like that. He sounded desperate, perhaps a bit too much for her liking. He lies -- “I truly understand that you love him mother I do. I know , but …” "Please mother. You need to let him go…" Such simple words made Morning stare at him, her eyes glassy. She can feel her heart heavy. Morning took deep breaths, collecting her mind for a moment. But unfortunately those did not work and all that happened was ragged breaths, "I c-can't..." two words came out broken, Dandelion took a deep breath, feeling himself a little teary eyed as well. Why couldn’t she just accept the fact that he will no longer return? "Oh my sweet child, Dandelion," Another deep breath, "You know I can't, I..." Dandelion watched his mother as her breathing slowly turn into broken sobs.

 Oh no... What has he done...?

The loving son could feel slight regret creeping into him. But perhaps, he'd take this opportunity to help her.

“I…I don’t understand…” She cried, “What could be the reason for him to leave?” Morning’s woe made Dandelion’s heart ache “Are we not enough..?” The heartbroken monkey sobbed, tears streaming down on her face. “Why must he… leave..?” Morning spoke, her voice above a soft whisper, too tired to even speak properly. The golden eyed monkey clutched the flower close to her chest, gripping it tightly, “Why?”

Her loving son took a deep breath. “We do not have an answer for why he has left us, but…”

Dandelion was trying.

“It would be… less painful if you could stop holding on to him…”

He was doing his best.

“Mother, I know it takes time for your heart to heal, but. Always remember I’ll be here for you. ”

He does not understand why his mother loved someone that could hurt her the most.

“I -  No. We will help you heal, I promise you. I will never leave you, mother…”

But he could always try.  

Dandelion caressed his mother’s face, wiping away the pained tears. The brokenhearted monkey gazed upon him; his soft voice was enough to comfort her through the hurt. Morning felt a part of her spirit lift, her cold heart feeling warmth once again. Dandelion smiled softly as the golden rays shine upon them. His eyes carrying genuine comfort. “I promise…” She could only stare, soft laughter escaping her lips. Morning nodded.

“I’ll try”

Perhaps, acceptance could be truly better. ____________________________________________________

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- THIS IS SO CHEESY GOOD LORD Have mercy on me.

I wanted to write angst with these two but my brain isn’t braining.

And it’s VERY OOC (I hope its not)

My man Dandelion could not help himself with hating on Macaque, he never refers to him as father, only Lady miss Morning says that.

I TRIED MY BEST, It’s been months since I last wrote something, but this is what you get when some certain authors (yes plural) decided to fire inspirations, and got me shot.

But I do like to think the fact that Morning are afraid of snakes is that it’s a stupid metaphor to the fact that Macaque betrayed his own family n such, and Dandelion hating on snakes is just him loathing his father.

I'm thinking too much to such simple phobias, I-

[m4dmikey]

Good girl, never again

Pairing: Amber Freeman × Female Reader

Summary: "where an innocent girl and daughter of conservative parents gets involved with Amber, a "bad" girl who would easily lead you astray."

On a random day of college classes, y/n was in a seat on the bleachers reading a book while a stupid football game was going on.

Amber walked over to the girl and sat next to her. Her smirk and her gaze on the girl made her quickly close the book and look into the brunette's eyes.

- Hi, princess. - Y/n watched every move she made. Her eyes alternated between Amber's mouth and eyes.

- Oh... Hi, Freeman - Amber looks at you and pushes a lock of her hair back.

- You look nervous - Your eyes widen and you try to hide it as much as you can.

- Me? Nervous? That's all in your head - That certainly wasn't in her head, y/n was really nervous, too nervous.

- Forget it then, I'm having a party on Saturday night, do you want to go? – Amber looks at you with a suggestive smile.

– I can’t, my mother won’t let me and she’ll force me to go to church anyway – Amber crosses her arms and says.

– Y/n, my dear, your mother can’t control you for the rest of your life, but since she can’t, that’s okay. Next time, princess. – Amber gets up and leaves, heading towards the chemistry room.

On Saturday, while everyone was enjoying Amber’s party. Y/n was at church helping her mother organize things, until she got tired and found the right moment to run away without anyone noticing.

Y/n arrives at Amber’s house, where the party was taking place. People were drinking and dancing a lot, some were making out in some dark corners of the house, but that didn’t matter.

Amber met her eyes with y/n and quickly went to her.

– Look who decided to show up, little princess Miller – Amber laughed.

– So funny, isn’t she? – Y/n gives a fake smile to the brunette.

– Does your mother know you're here with me, princess? – Amber asks, placing her hands on your waist.

– She doesn't know and she won't know. At least not now. – Amber laughs

– How long do you think you're going to hide us from her? She'll find out one day, Y/n – Amber gets even closer.

– I know that, Amber. But she can't find out. She'd end me – Amber rests her hand on your shoulder.

– She'll find out one day, Y/n. But in the meantime, we can enjoy the fact that you snuck out to be with me. – Amber smiles.

– And enjoy it how? – Amber pulls you by the arm and takes you to the middle of the party.

– Let's dance, sweetheart. – Amber and Y/n danced and drank a lot until they couldn't take it anymore.

It was already 2 in the morning and y/n was completely drunk. Her cell phone had missed calls from her mother, lots of them. But she didn't care about that, after all, she was having sex with Amber.

The day dawned and y/n was in a somewhat familiar room. She looked around for someone to know what had happened last night.

- Good morning, princess. - A tall girl, with dark hair and a figure that "my goodness" was so beautiful, appeared in the room. It was her, Amber.

- Where am I? - Y/n gets up and realizes that she was wearing a loose blouse and apparently wasn't wearing anything underneath other than her panties. This scares her a little.

- You're in my room, y/n - Y/n sits on the bed again still a little shocked.

- So we... - Amber interrupts me.

- Yes, y/n - A smile appears on your face even though you are very confused by what happened.

- My thighs are very marked, Amber! How am I going to wear shorts like that?! - Amber laughs.

- Just don't wear them, love - Y/n slaps Amber's arm who was still laughing.

After all this, Amber and y/n met up in secret a few more times. They wanted to repeat that feeling as much as possible. As much as y/n knew the things Amber did, she was also aware that it made Freeman even more attractive. Maybe that's why she's still running away from her mother to find her.

[redhead1180]

Idk if you have noticed this or it’s just me but season one Rudy ( bts and interviews) he seems so carefree and goofy and idk if it’s because now he’s older or because he’s with Elaine or both but he doesn’t seem so carefree anymore . The footage of him and Madison like it’s so cold how he walks away or won’t look at her. Then he usher to allow fans to hug him or whatever and now I saw a thing where a fan tried to hug him or did hug him and he seemed to allow it before quickly telling them no and Elaine is seen behind him . Yes I understand some fans don’t understand personal space and they shouldn’t be appeased but it just seems to me at least he used to be different and he’s changed . I don’t happen to care for Elaine so I think she’s controlling and he for whatever reason is allowing it . Anyway your thoughts ?

O boy, y'all are trying to get me in trouble. But here is my opinion. Again this is my opinion only, we will never know the truth probably. I am not here for bullying Elaine or anything. That's not cool and, honestly, above all I hope Rudy is happy.

We only see a little bit and not their whole life, but I can't help but see some red flags. He never is seen with the cast anymore, like she is isolating him. Again that may be his choice, but it is odd, considering how much time they all used to spend together. He is only ever with her, like they have no interest or friends separately.

He doesn't seem to be as goofy bts as used to be, but that could be maturity and he has done other works and maybe is more serious. But yea we don't see the fun loving, goofy Rudy and I do miss it. Now the way he acts with Madison, well I will die on this hill, something happened around the time Madison unfollowed Elaine. Couldn't tell you what happened and I am not going to speculate, but something did. So honestly I think that is why. We will never know, but I would bet money on it.

Now I do see him usually letting fans take pics with him, he did a lot in Morocco. But in his defense, a bunch of fans running up on me would put my defenses up, maybe even scare me. So I can't fault him for that. He is still is a person at the end of the day. But it is WELL documented she is not happy most of the time. She does pull him away from fans, she does get huffy, and I have heard her say no pics on videos people have got of them. I see people talk about him being shy, he is a bit in interviews, but as a whole in s1 bts, I saw NO shyness.

There is no doubt that Elaine has been problematic and I don't like her. Rudy's personality seemed to change once he got with her and like it is questionable on some of those changes. She does appear controlling and has him on a tight lease, which I don't consider healthy. But we are on the outside looking in. Because from all appearances Rudy seems to be a really sweet boyfriend. Yea it makes me want to vomit, but he always stands up for her, shows he loves her, and definitely spoils her. Maybe she just has really bad jealousy issues. I mean if I had him as my man it would be hard to not get jealous, but I would never come between his fans and his work. She definitely has done that.

Anyway this got really long and I am probably going to get some hate for it, but thats my honest opinion. Please remember its an opinion, we have them just like we have assholes.